If you know a little about the history of this world, you will find that, not to mention other races, as far as human beings are concerned, almost every country, every city-state and even village has inevitably had bloody battles.

This is true of the small kingdoms of poor mountains and bad waters, and the same is true of the great empires that profess to be noble civilizations.

From stones, clubs, bronze, wrought iron, to steel. The way of fighting, the weapons used, have improved again and again, and as a result, the number of war deaths has increased from tens to hundreds to tens of thousands of people -- but has the nature of fighting ever changed?

With their luxurious clothing and strict notions of blood, the nobles separated themselves from ordinary people.

Houses were built, and in the great cities of the great empire, people began to pay attention to the so-called civility and etiquette.

Complex languages, words, images, and songs are created and sung. If you look at it just by looking at it, the humans on the continent of Rigal are very different in appearance from a thousand years ago.

They live better and look better, as if they are the alchemist's theory of perfection, and people are getting closer to God step by step, becoming noble and holy.

But is that really the case?

Blood is flowing.

Ticking bits of scarlet fell on the battlements of the walls of the Sentry Fortress, sliding down the walls that had been blown by the winds of the Plains of Acasta for millennia.

Hatred, unwillingness, pain.

The soldier whose throat had been pierced by an arrow lay down on the cold stone walls of winter with such an expression, and the roar gradually became clear, followed by the sound of gold and iron and the whistle of the bowstring in the air.

The shouts of curses and shouts of slaughter continued for a moment, and the warriors on both sides had distorted and frantic expressions, and they swung their weapons at each other with angry eyes.

The so-called progress of civilization was shattered at this moment like the thin ice on a lake in winter, and all of them roared and shouted like their ancestors who lived in the forests and caves and drank their blood, and frantically tried to kill each other with all their might.

The boot-clad foot slammed into the dirt ground, and Sivalier's one-handed sword stabbed forward, twisted and drew a puddle of blood.

But the master with the sword was immediately hit in the forehead by an arrow from the crossbowman on the battlements of the sentry fort in the next second, and his eyes widened and he lay down.

"Back to the sentry fort! back to the sentry fort!" the knight in the blue mountain lion robe shouted loudly, and at the same time shook the hand and a half sword in his hand vigorously, blocking the opponent's attack.

The number of people fighting below Fort Ellen was not particularly large, and it had been taken by Sivaliers in one fell swoop, and since then many changes have been made, the most notable of which is that the number of defenders has been more than tripled, which is why they can fight the menacing Sivaliers.

"Hold on! Hold on!" shouted the knight, dressed only in simple chain mail and light helmet, and the few people who were scrambled back behind the Avenella were surrounded and killed by the Sivaliers, and one of the soldiers who hurriedly pushed the first wooden door to try to close it was pierced through the throat by a long sword that stabbed through the gap and fell to the ground.

"Put, put, put!"

"Bang!" the soldiers who had fallen to the ground were brutally pushed open, the wooden door was open, and two or three Sivalier knights rushed in. But as the knight yelled, the crossbowman above the sentry dropped his weapon, grabbed his axe, and slashed at the hemp rope that was tied to him.

The wrought-iron second gate was a lattice fence with spikes at the bottom, and it fell hard from above the gate, leaving no time for the West Valiers to react.

"Ahhh

"Pour oil!" The revamped Ellen Outpost added a number of highly lethal fortifications, boiling hot tung oil was poured down through the opening above the gate, and then several more Sivalier knights rushed in but were stopped by the iron gate, and they all looked up to the sound of the water.

"Ahh The leading knight of Avenella came to the walls of the sentry fortress, looked out cautiously, and then ordered his men to go to the letter room and send ravens to Vavasika.

The Raven Messenger Room was also a new improvement, and in the past Avenella did not pay much attention to this method of air communication, because of the small size of the country, the Ehrensentry Fort could be reached quickly by sending riders to several nearby cities, and it was almost unused unless they were two places far apart - and this was a huge loss to Avenella the last time, along with many other places.

The sound of metal clashing and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded one after another, and several Sivalier knights, whose bare skin were all red and blistered, fell to the ground and burst into a puff of mist, and the dead bodies lay on the ground at the door of the sentry fort, but it was still much smaller than another battle this autumn.

The ravens flew from the building behind the sentry fort, and the West Valiers naturally noticed it, but without their bows and crossbows, they could only kick their feet in place, and could do nothing.

"Damn it! Withdraw!" the West Valiers, who roared loudly in West Valier, finally dropped a dozen corpses and retreated towards Inznir.

......The nearly 100 Avenella soldiers who stayed behind at the sentry fort let out a long breath, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning.

The number of Sivalier troops attacking the sentry fort was not large, and from the chaotic combination and not too high combat effectiveness, it seemed that it was probably the personal behavior of some young knights, and the most elite knights of Sivalier were the ones who had fallen in the sand in Avenella before, so it was not surprising that the people who came this time appeared to be inexperienced. Despite this, they caused some casualties, and rumors of resentment and hatred began to spread throughout the outpost.

Since the first few months of the battle in the Plains of Acasta, the national pride and pride of the Avenela people have swelled like fermented bread, and the asymmetry between countries for nearly two centuries has led to the accumulation of all kinds of new and old hatreds among the people, and in connection with the recent attack on the fortress of Vavasika with heavy casualties, less than two hours after the ravens were dispatched, the defenders of Fort Ehren's Outpost decided to take revenge on Inznir.

Leaving only a dozen recruits and a few wounded waiting for reinforcements from the Vavasika side, the mighty Avennella army pursued the retreating West Valiyates.

Confident that they had reinforcements from the direction of Vavasika, they rushed forward with confidence, while Edward and Charles, who had received the letter from the other side, wrote eagerly to ask them not to act rashly. 1

The timing of the message transmission caused the pursuing Avenella army to run headlong into the West Valier soldiers who were enraged by the attack on Znir without reinforcements, and the moment the mountain lion's emblem came into view, they drew their swords in unison.

"Vavasika's cavalry will be here soon!Everyone, fight valiantly!Long live Yavenella!Long live Prince Edward!"

"Hooray!"

The shouting of the Avenella army and the West Valijes were entangled in a fight, while the flaming Vavasika hastily dispatched the army after receiving a reply and knowing that they had chosen to pursue it arbitrarily, only to see corpses strewn across the field.

“...... Damn!!" The dead heads of the Yavenela knights were cut off in anger by the Sivaliers and stabbed in place with their spears, their robes torn open and trampled on the ground.

Enraged by the stench of blood and visceral wounds in the clearing in front of the forest from Fort Ellen to Inznir, the young Ser Avenella, who had led the investigation, led his cavalry and charged towards Inznir, but his older sergeant was able to stop him.

The news returned all the way back to Vavasika, and Prince Edward let out a long sigh of great distress before slumping into a chair in the conference room of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Now I only hope that the messenger will bring some good news......," said the exhausted Prince, and the messenger to Inznir with his own handwritten letter bearing the seal of the royal family had not yet returned, and that the friction had so far been within the scope of reconciliation, and Edward hoped that it would not worsen further.

But apparently, he backfired again.

“......”

The diminutive Sivalier merchant presented him with a wooden box from the Sivalier nobleman of Inznir, in which lay the dead head of the messenger who had departed a few days earlier, and the veins near Edward's temples were bulging, and he gritted his teeth to the point of "gada"—the killing of the messenger was only one of them, and the other was the seal of the royal family of Sivalier, which was sent with the head.

"At least if it's just ...... The arbitrary words of some of the nobles ...... "The delicate parchment letter was crumpled by Edward and slammed to the ground, and he did not embarrass the merchant who delivered the letter, but waved his hand and let the trembling merchant leave the place."

“...... Your Royal Highness, it seems that the contradictions have reached an irreconcilable level. Charles said with a grim face, two days ago the search for the unknown army had found abandoned burqas painted with the coats of arms of Sivalier and Avenella in the Protasia Forest, considering that there were no knights in the kingdom who had been attacked, it was clear that these were brought by the Padrosi from the Empire.

There was no difference between the Arvenella and Sivalier-style armor, as it was all custom-made by the knights themselves. Therefore, as long as the other side carries two sets of burqas, they can easily disguise themselves as the armies of the two countries.

Even if Sivalier's burqa was abandoned, the fact that Avenella's burqa was also there immediately made Edward and the others vigilant, and the other party could only have achieved its goal by abandoning the burqa. The coastline of Avenella was desolate and long, and it was not difficult for the other party to sneak away, and with this in mind, they immediately began to look for information on the side of Sivalier.

Arvenella, who had always been slow to do so, reacted in a timely manner, and when he learned that a brutal massacre had taken place in Inznir, Edward's anxiety intensified, but he still counted on the messenger with a detailed explanation to save the situation from the worst.

Solve the problem diplomatically, try not to let the situation worsen, because Padrosi is the real enemy. Edward was not unthoughtful, and this proved once again the good character of His Royal Highness the Prince.

It's a pity...... The idea of stopping the war was unique to the prince alone, and the knights and soldiers of both sides, whether it was Avenella or Sivalier, were angry with each other, and the soldiers of the two countries who lacked a truly effective military system acted arbitrarily, and the anger and hatred that finally broke out today.

However, in a very cruel and cold-blooded way, the arbitrariness between these soldiers, who sacrificed more than 100 lives in total, is not really a big problem.

At least compared to the proclamation of the declaration of war against Avenella, written by Philip II himself.

It really isn't much of a problem.

“...... I thought that someone in West Valier would be able to see that it was a muddy water. The ashen Edward sighed, Charles was silent, and Henry, who was on the side, sighed.

"The Lord shall not be angry and raise up his teachers, nor shall he be discouraged and cause war. The sage said.

"It is unfortunate that there is such a stupid king, and Sivalier. ”

The words echoed in the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, which was only three people, and the sky in the distance was gloomy, and the violent winter rain seemed to be coming.