David felt that the manufacture of a batch of power armor for naval warfare did not conflict with the current naval construction.

It is impossible for him to give up the development of warships, even if the naval soldiers have a power armor that is more advanced than Tony's steel armor, he will not be able to give up the warship, a maritime mobile combat platform with multiple functions.

This kind of naval soldier using power armor is mainly used to replace small combat units such as patrol boats and marines.

If it is developed strong enough, maybe it can replace carrier-based aircraft? David wasn't so sure.

After wandering around Winterfell for a while with Hood and Sophia, David returned to Fort Glamorgan with the two daughters.

By this time, the sun had set in the west, and the whole of Winterfell had turned dark, and Sophia didn't have to take a few steps before she turned around to look at the river to the west, but luckily the road in Winterfell was smooth and clean enough that she didn't stumble and fall.

"You like the sunset?"

"I've never seen the sun go down from the water before, and it's a beautiful picture." Sophia still put her hand on her eyes, as if she could see it more clearly: "Don't you think this scene is beautiful?"

David stopped, and also looked back to the west, "It's beautiful, but after looking at it for a long time, it doesn't feel strange."

When he first came here, he also liked to enjoy the beautiful scenery around him, especially at that time, there were only a few houses in the pioneer camp, and he could clearly see everything around him from any place.

The scenery that you can see every day when you look at it day and night will get bored no matter how beautiful it is.

"You can look at it differently!" Sophia turned around and walked on, "Aren't there a lot of beautiful places nearby?"

In one breath, he said several places, such as the forests and mountains in the north, the plains in the east, and the farmland in the south.

"By the way, what's it like on the other side of the river?"

"Like the north, it's a big forest."

Now that Winterfell has the conditions, both his soldiers and Tony, a man whose curiosity is always full, have made a simple exploration of the other side of the Winter River.

Preliminary surveys concluded that there was a relatively flat area on the other side of the river, and that the terrain would become more and more complex as we went deeper, with numerous hills and hills, making it unsuitable for large-scale settlements.

However, if Winterfell grows fast enough, it can move the industrial area to the other side of the river - to be exact, to build new factories directly across the river, which there are not so many factories in Winterfell.

Back at Fort Glamorgan, it was already dinner time, and David took Sophia and Hood straight to the restaurant for dinner.

Looking at the long table, which originally seemed a little empty, becoming more and more lively, David suddenly felt that this little day was quite good, maybe he should work hard to fill all those empty seats?

Unlike Earl David Glamorgan, who enjoyed his daily life, the Lord of Irontree, Marquis Dudley Morgan, was not in the mood for good food at all.

Sitting on the tall war horse of the anomalous horse, Marquis Dudley-Morgan and his cronies were patrolling the situation in the northwest fort of Irontree.

The crumbling walls of the short distance, and the wounded soldiers who were carried away from time to time, including the commander Ismail Sousa, who accompanied him on his tour of the fortress, looked like a mess with countless dust, blood, and mud on his usually shiny armor.

"How many soldiers are left to continue fighting?"

"Two hundred knights of the Knights of the Iron Tree; four hundred fully armed infantry; one hundred and ten strong archers; The auxiliaries have been refilled with a thousand men."

"So many strong archers?" The losses of the Knights of the Iron Tree and the elite infantry were not too great, much better than Marquis Dudley-Morgan had expected, but when he heard that there were only a hundred or so strongbowmen left, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"The elves have a large number of good archers, and even if the elves don't attack the fortress, they will often shoot at our archers."

Not only did the strong archers lose a lot, but the stock of arrows was rapidly decreasing.

"I've mobilized the craftsmen of Irontree to make more arrows." In addition, the Marquis Dudley-Morgan also wrote letters to the lords around whom he was relatively well-connected, hoping to buy some weapons and equipment from them.

Not only bows and arrows, but also ordinary knives and guns have huge losses, and the blacksmiths here in the defense fortress are constantly repairing all kinds of weapons and equipment every day in addition to sleeping, and their work is not easier than that of the soldiers on the front line.

"Although the elves learned some strange abilities somewhere, and those giant treants helped, I believe you can drive those elves back into the forest."

"I won't disappoint you."

After a few words of encouragement, the Marquis Dudley-Morgan prepared to return to his castle to rest, when he had just turned his way when he heard a strange whistling sound in the air above.

Looking up, a large gray bird was passing through the sky, flying for some distance outside the fortress, hovering in the air for a while, and then turning its head and flying in the direction of Irontree Fort.

"That's ......"

"That's Winterfell's Quint."

The Marquis of Dudley-Morgan had mostly stayed in his castle and had never seen anything like it. But Ismail Sousa has seen it many times lately, and already knows that it comes from Winterfell, and can carry many people through the air quickly.

When Winterfell sent a strange convoy to pick up the migrating population, Ismail Souza also met with Gareth Stanton, the head of the Winter Knights, who learned that the gray metal giant bird was called the Quint Fighter and was the primary vehicle for Winterfell, and the Winter Knights in particular.

After telling the lord about the information he had, Marquis Dudley-Morgan struggled to keep his eyes open and look at the Kun fighter in the sky: "This thing is from Winterfell?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why did they come to Irontree?"

"Lately, they've been coming over a lot to see if anyone has been forced to stay in Irontree Castle because of our war with the elves and can't continue north. The Earl of Glamorgan in Winterfell has demanded that his Order of Winter ensure that the people forcibly relocated from all parts of the Kingdom of Tiran to the Northern Plains arrive in Winterfell safe and sound."

「……」

The Marquis Dudley-Morgan remembered that someone had indeed reported to him some time ago: a large number of migrants had been forced to stay in the outer part of Irontree because of the war, and there was a risk of chaos.

At that time, he was more concerned about the war with the elves and raising various supplies from other lords, and he didn't pay attention to this matter at all.

As soon as Ismail told himself, he realized that when he passed through the outer city, he did not see any chaos at all, nor did he see a large number of people gathering.

It seems that those who gathered have been picked up by the people of Winterfell?

"It's a long way to get from Irontree Castle to the Northern Plains, right?"

"Yes!"

"Those elves didn't attack the migration team?" Could it be that these elves are specifically fighting the humans of Iron Tree Castle? Regardless of other humans? In the eyes of these elves, is there a difference between the humans of Irontree Castle and the humans in other places?

"The elves have attacked Winterfell's team halfway through."

"Oh!"

That's right! Marquis Dudley-Morgan pursed his lips, thinking that the young man named David was still too taken for granted, thinking that sending a few knight guards would scare off this group of elves? The elves were clearly insane.

"But according to the reports of the soldiers sent to reconnoitre, the elves did little to the team of Winterfell and were repulsed."

「……」

The corners of Marquis Dudley-Morgan's mouth that had just curved were paused halfway, and the muscles on his face ached.

Although he already knew that the army of Winterfell had a good combat power through the matter of Snowfield Castle, he always felt that the army of Irontree Castle was not so far from Winterfell.

Reality reminded him again and again that Irontree and Winterfell were in terms of military strength

It's not a grade at all.

Sighing helplessly, at this moment, the gray giant bird called the Kun Fighter flew over its head again, flying straight in the direction of the Northern Plains, and soon there was no shadow to be seen.

Looking at this scene, Marquis Dudley-Morgan understood that, if nothing else, this speed alone was enough to make him despair.

"Next time...... Notify me when Winterfell sends someone to pick up the forcibly relocated people from elsewhere."

Marquis Dudley-Morgan wanted to see the troops of Winterfell with his own eyes, and he wanted to see for himself what the army was really like.

When the time comes, he will also bring with him the number one alchemist and magician of Irontree Castle, and if he can, he hopes that these two chief advisors can see something useful and make his army stronger.

At the same time, there was also a discussion of weapons and equipment in the royal capital of the Kingdom of Tiran.

The Earl of Sutton Stewart, after seeing the actual display of the new equipment, was immediately called to the castle by His Majesty King Ebertson.

"What do you think of our new gear?"

"You mean the latest armor and weapons?" Seeing that His Majesty the King nodded to himself, Sutton Stewart gave a negative review with a disdainful expression: "The effect of this batch of equipment on display is not as good as the original ones!"

"It's not just the Knights of Tiran who need to be reloaded, but the Knights of the Guards are getting dressed as well."

Sutton Stewart immediately understood why the latest batch of equipment had deteriorated. When the demand increased, the effect of each piece of equipment had to be reduced in order to ensure production: "If it was before, I would probably agree with your decision, but now I ......."

Eberson looked at Sutton Stewart closely, as if trying to draw a more accurate conclusion from his expression, "Do you think the new equipment can't suppress the Winter Knights?"

"With all due respect, the Knights of Tiran with this equipment will not be able to fight back against the Winter Knights."

(End of chapter)