Every year, when spring is in full bloom, the snow on the cast-iron mountain range gradually melts, and the accumulated clear stream pours down, and when it reaches the Green River Valley, it suddenly disperses, like a skirt at the hem of a girl's waist.

This alluvial plain formed by the green river is already famous for its beautiful pastoral scenery. The green hills and clear water in the northern suburbs of Anfen City are among the best in terms of scenery, soil, geographical location and safety.

The Borriello family, one of the three major lords of the principality, has a historic mansion in this area. After hundreds of years of painstaking management, the estate continues to expand in all directions. Today, its area has grown exponentially to include an entire hill and a lake at the foot of the mountain.

At the same time, around the manor, successive heads of families took precautions and devoted themselves to building a large number of fortifications. Today, the line of defense, with a solid wall as the backbone, towering watchtowers as the fulcrum, and supplemented by hidden bunkers, is impregnable. In addition, most of the private troops under the Marquis de Borriello were also stationed in the vast manor and served as guards.

With its strong fortifications and seven or eight thousand well-equipped soldiers, even if it was attacked by tens of thousands of troops, the manor was enough to last for several days and nights. What's more, in the current situation, the movements of several other nobles are under his strict surveillance, and there is no need to worry about anyone daring to watch at all.

The entrance to the castle.

The Marquis of Borriello waved his hand slightly, signaling the attendants to guide those cronies to rest. Watching their backs follow the dim lights and disappear into the night rain, he turned around and let out a long sigh of relief. The current situation is under control, everything is in order, and nothing goes wrong. My long-term efforts seem to have finally ushered in the day of harvest. And he, Boriello, one of the top nobles in Anlan, also has a good opportunity to remove that "one".

The night was already dark, but the old marquis did not feel sleepy, and the stirring tide seemed to bring surging power. It makes him seem like he is a decade younger.

"Put ...... Avra brought it to my room. Borriello thought for a moment, then turned his head and whispered. Thinking of the delicate face of the elf concubine, a hot lust suddenly rose, making him salivate and lick the corners of his mouth. Speaking of which, Andre is indeed a talent, and he can get such a high-quality product. However, since this kind of stunner has already reached his own hands, he doesn't want to let him spit it out again regardless of whether Andre is missing or not.

"Your Excellency. The tall and thin butler walked back to him and whispered a greeting. Nodding slightly.

The glamorous footage emerged, and the Marquis of Borriello subconsciously rubbed his hands, and couldn't wait to turn around and walk towards the room.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him, followed by a loud report.

"My lord, things have changed. ”

"What's the matter?" Borriello snorted, bowing slightly, turning around impatiently.

"Your Excellency. The soaking scout fell to one knee with mud on his boots. "The information just obtained, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke has gathered his troops and is marching towards the manor at full speed. ”

"Who?" Marquis Borriello's first reaction was unbelievable.

"It's His Royal Highness. The scout cleared his throat and repeated in a rounded voice.

"Onesha?" asked the old marquis, who was stunned and frowned. "Where did she get her army?" According to the information he obtained, Onetsa's army, in addition to the necessary to maintain the defense network of the Grand Duke's Palace, was stationed in various neighborhoods of Amphen City. And the number of subordinates she can freely mobilize cannot even reach the triple digits. Coming to attack yourself is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap.

"I don't know," the scout replied urgently, "but the intelligence says that the number of troops is around five thousand, and most of them are knights of the 'Fire Demon Knights'. ”

"Gather the army and organize the defense!" In just a few breaths, the Marquis of Borriello had already settled down and commanded without hesitation. When the order had been given, he looked at the scout and asked,

"You say, how far away is Onesha's army?"

"When they get out of the city, they march at full speed," the scout whispered, "I'm afraid...... I'm afraid it's not much slower than me. ”

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To the south of the manor, on the road five hundred paces away, a faint dark red fire slowly lit up.

The "Fire Demon Knights" under Onessa who served as a striker have arrived.

In its heyday, this mighty and terrifying army of knights had a strength of 20,000 men. This is the strength that Onesha has gained by going through a lot of hardships and going deep into the "Tower of Red Flame", and it is also her greatest reliance on revenge for the Holy See of Light and even the revival of her homeland. With the secret magic and magic of the "Fire Demon King" Banargomo, these loyal exiled knights resolutely accepted the painful and evil ritual of transformation.

Since then, these knights have completely fallen into a state of semi-flame demonization. Although they still have a physical presence on the surface, they have in fact abandoned the once noble soul. The lines of flame magic were engraved into their bodies, giving them extraordinary magical powers, but what was burned in the flames of war was not only the magic crystals that supplied the magic power, but also their spirit and soul.

Having embarked on this road of no return, they have abandoned all their strength, and it is already their greatest consolation to see their homeland restored again in their own hands. Therefore, when the foreign enemy invaded again, the "Flame Demon Knight" once again rushed to the front line without hesitation, and fought with the army of the Holy See of Light.

So, you should also be able to imagine how angry and disgusted An Lan must have been when they fell to the brink of this kind of disintegration.

It is precisely because of this that when the blue flag was raised again, and Onisha's summons came, all the remaining warriors of the "Fire Demon Knight" gathered again and set foot on this battlefield of conquest and rebellion.

And this time, there is not even hope.

The power of the aristocratic camp is too strong, and An Lan's future is so slim that there is no glimmer of light. Along with this gloomy night rain will be the last Grand Duke of An Lan and her loyal warriors.

"It's here......" Onessa rode her horse and glanced at the sparsely lit manor in front of her, and ordered softly, "Straighten out your formation and prepare to charge." (To be continued......)

PS: (one change, 2000 words, to be revised)