"Who among you is the leader who can talk to me, stand up!" the jumbled words and arrangements, as if they were roaring, and full of disdain.

It was such a Misty Mountain barbarian standing in front of Aaron and the others. An unkempt beard and hair that took up almost two-thirds of the face, a burly orc-like body, and a weapon that resembled a wood-chopping axe, the rough appearance of which was dark red blood stain, which was heart-chilling.

And beside him stood a dozen Misty Mountain warriors of similar stature, coldly confronting the Rangers, arching him in the center. Behind him was a squire with a flagpole, and in his hand was an apparently unpolished branch with a hide and a coat of arms painted in red paint.

All the knights knew what it was, and they had just seen in the ruins of the Aslum tribe—werewolves smeared with bat wings smeared in blood—the most eerie heraldic emblem.

Hearing the other party's shout, the knights beside him silently moved out of the way and let Aaron walk over. The Knight Commander of Chola walked in front of him with the Roman flag held high, assumed the duties of the ceremonial officer, and shouted in a sonorous voice: "The one in front of you now is the Duke of Mysternaus, the governor of the province of Mystera, the advisor to the Royal Imperial Council, the commander of the north appointed by the Holy Roman Emperor, the leader of the Brenus family, Lord Aaron Brenus!"

"Before questioning, tell me your master's name. Aaron changed his previous innocence without the slightest arrogance, and he didn't even look at the other party, raised his head arrogantly, and looked down at the other party with his eyes soaked: "Who is going to fight with me, let him come to me in person." You don't have the right to ask me questions!"

Aaron's words were full of humiliation, and he only had to call the other party a "pariah". But the Misty Mountain warrior didn't seem to hear it, as if the other party's way of speaking was exactly what he expected, and it should be. A slightly arrogant bend. The right hand was on his chest—it looked very twisted, but it seemed serious: "Respect for your question, Lord Brenus. My master, the great, merciful Lord Wimpal, has commanded me to come and extend an invitation to you to be a guest at his castle!"

"Lord Wimpal has no intention of going to war with you, it's all a misunderstanding. The other party seemed to be able to phrase fluently again for a while, but the way he listened to the speech was very unnatural: "He hopes to resolve the misunderstanding and make friends with you, which is good for everyone!"

"Wimpal!" Aaron gritted his teeth. I said silently in my heart. Sure enough, it was exactly what I thought. Maybe his arrival was just a coincidence, but the other party was obviously prepared. Aaron didn't restore the guy right away, but told him to wait there and prepare himself a little. The other party still looked deferential, not at all like what a bloodthirsty and barbaric Misty Mountain barbarian should be.

"We were calculated by each other...... Although it sounds quite incredible. Aaron smiled wryly and looked at the knights, including Ustan and Jorah, who looked confused. He didn't worry about being heard, and hundreds of rangers formed a human wall in a circle, protecting the Duke in the innermost position.

"Lord Duke, although it seems that this should not be said at this time......" Ustan was now extremely confused, and his throat kept twitching and looking at Aaron: "The Wimpal family...... What the hell is going on?"

"Well............" Aaron could see that the knights next to him, including Jorah, were all curious. I had to tell the story of Wimpal a little: "...... That's probably it, but it also confirms the reason why the Misty Mountain barbarians suddenly became united, which can be regarded as the luck of misfortune. ”

"No, I don't think it's time to say for sure. Ustan shook his head with some silence: "It is likely that the other party only heard the story about the Vimpal family by chance. That's not enough to prove anything. ”

"The old case of Wimpal was sealed at the time of the establishment of the Holy Empire - it was a human shame that it could not have been passed on to the outside world, and most families had only a small record of it. Aaron shook his head and denied his claim: "And. There is also a problem with the way the other person just spoke. ”

"He just called me 'Master' instead of 'Your Excellency' or 'Your Excellency'. Aaron said in a deep voice: "This kind of title is only explained in some old biographies, and it is the previous title. It's been a long time since I said that. Nowadays, people call nobles 'Lord', and to elders and honorable people, they call 'Your Excellency'. Shouting 'sir' is only occasionally heard in the countryside in the south, but it is unheard of in the north!"

"I intend to accept this 'invitation' from Lord Wimpal. Aaron said very calmly, but the knights around him were already about to shout in shock: "Since the other party has put on such a big 'welcome ceremony', I'm afraid it's a little embarrassing not to go again." ”

"This is absolutely not possible!" Captain Chorah was almost the first to stand up against it, his dark brown face flushed, as if he wanted to shout out but had to estimate the etiquette: "Duke, I can't promise you this time! Your life is a thousand times more important than anyone present! No matter what, you must keep yourself safe!"

"Are you going to let me watch my knights die in vain in a place like this? Aaron said with a calm face, and the knights beside him bowed their heads in silence one after another. But I heard my duke chuckle inexplicably: "What's more, I hate to surrender without a fight." I can't accept such a dishonorable death!"

Probably infected by the young duke, the atmosphere suddenly became much darker. The cold wind howled, desolate and tactful, full of sorrow.

"Uncle Jorah. Aaron suddenly shouted, his voice soft as if the junior was chatting to his elders: "You have to help me bring all the brothers back, there is no one more worthy of my trust than you." What my father can't give you, I, Aaron Brennus, can give you, maybe...... You deserve it too. ”

"If I die, you are the Duke of Brenus. I'll let Theodore agree—as long as he does, it's useless for even the nobles of Mithmer to resist!" Aaron smiled smugly, "I think it's good to be a knight for the first time, at least not so much trouble." ”

Aaron was innocent, but that didn't mean he was a fool - in fact he knew Theodore well, or part of it, and the young emperor valued friendship and affection. If he really died in the north, his first reaction would definitely be to blame himself, then he would never object to any request at this time, but would go all out to help him complete it, even if it was not at the expense of the northern nobles who were already willing to surrender!

"I will await your return in the Ryan Tribe. Jorah's face was calm, neither sad nor joyful, but as calm as ever, as if he had not heard Aaron's promise: "I hope you can have a good time at this banquet and wait for your good news." "It's like sending off the little master who is going to the banquet.

"As for you, Ustan Konstantin. In fact, I'm not your chief, so it's a private request. Aaron smiled and looked at the tribune beside him, who was not much older than himself: "Are you willing to hold the flag for me?"

"It's an honor, thank you for giving me such an honor!" A smile squeezed out of Ulstein's stiff face: "You are the supreme commander of the North, and it is my duty to obey your orders. ”

Aaron nodded and mounted his warhorse. The surrounding rangers moved closer to both sides, raising their swords in front of them to form two "sword walls", leaving a passageway. With a solemn face, he watched Aaron Brennus walk in front of him - these knights are paying the highest respect to the duke to whom they are allegiated.

"It is also an honour for me to accept the invitation of His Excellency Wimpal. Aaron looked at the other party's face, as if he was teaching the other party a lesson: "But I have a few conditions, in the name of Brenus, unless you are willing to agree, I will not go!"

"First of all, my cavalry wants to leave, and you are not allowed to stop you. Aaron said in a deep voice: "In addition, you must also ensure the safety of their lives, do you hear?!"

"Please rest assured. A hoarse voice, squeezing out a smile. But no matter how you look at it, it feels more like a hideous grimace: "You are our lord's guest, Lord Brenus." ”

"Also, as Duke of Mistermael, the supreme leader of the historic Brenus family, I need to be decent enough to reflect my status. Aaron still did not change his way of speaking: "I need to bring some guards and servants with me, and my flag bearer will be with me at the banquet." This is also a rule inherited from the days of the Holy Alliance, and if your master is really a Vimpal, he should follow it. ”

It was evident that there was a slight struggle with the other side—Aaron's demands were a little beyond what his master had tolerated. But the other party said that this is an "old rule", and his master has been talking about it, and it seems that he should agree.

He didn't know that Aaron was actually behind him - he was a duke, and he was also the highest commander in the north. He could have a flag bearer in charge of his family flag, and another flag bearer in charge of the Roman Empire's flag. This is also because of the early rise of the empire, most of the rules have not yet been decided - anyway, even if they are decided, the other party does not know what to do.

"Yes......" He finally made a judgment, bent down respectfully, and waved his hand behind him: "Then, please come with me, my master has been waiting for a long time." ”

Countless wild howls roared, and the army of thousands of barbarians of the Misty Mountains parted a passage, an eerie path, with no end in sight. (To be continued......)