Shaman from Afar

Count Angert ’s reply and tone made Tris Eckert shake his head reluctantly, but the eyes of Count Bossier, who was looking at the peak, kept turning back and forth, wondering whether there was between the two old men. What a grudge.

"... All in all, although the Varna family will not give you a good face, you do n’t need to take too much account of their emotions-the Boi people are very affectionate. We and them are blood-heavy alliances, and we will not be because of one. The two people's grievances are easily destroyed. "

"That's why we came to save the old thing, why should we face them?" Count Angut shouted "helping" aside:

"There was trouble and he refused to say, and he was embarrassed to seek help from the empire when something went wrong; he couldn't hold it until he secretly wrote a letter of help, who gave him face ..."

Before the old man had finished speaking, Earl Eckert turned around and glared at him; the warned Earl Angut was not convinced and turned his head away with a grunt.

Earl Eckert looked dull and said aloud: "More importantly, you are the Lord of Byrne, the Duke of Turin; no one but the Supreme Emperor is worth your bow!"

Seeing his serious expression, Loren nodded.

The dark-haired wizard knew very well that Earl Eckert said that he just wanted to give himself a little confidence, and at the same time he was not willing to gossip behind others; on the contrary, Loren himself did not take it seriously.

The elder elders of Morning Star Forest, Master Freswalk and Corona of Ebden, the ministers of the former royal council ... These old diehards, Loren can be described as "well-informed", and did not treat Ike Earl Te's words are in my heart.

"That ... Grand Duke Laszlo Varna and Earl Angut are peers, and have experienced the generation of 'Black Duke' Roland, right?"

The little wizard suddenly asked softly and curiously: "Remember that Roland Turin's battle for fame is the war of centaurs ... so why does this duke still have a bad impression of the Bayern?"

As Ayn's words fell, both Earl Eckert and Angert fell silent at the same time, turning their eyes to each other awkwardly.

Looking at the expressions of the two, Loren couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Ugh ... did I ask any questions I shouldn't ask?"

"No, you asked very well! It's just ..." Earl Eckt smiled reluctantly at the little wizard, and turned his gaze involuntarily.

"Look at what I'm doing, don't you not know!" Earl Angut pouted, shook his head to the other side, and his eyebrows shook continuously: "Anyway ... that's what happened."

Eckert sighed helplessly and slowly looked back to the curious Loren and the little wizard:

"It should be said ... It was precisely because of that Centaur War that Archduke Varna complained to Byrne ... or rather, to the Turinists."

"Why?" The two said in unison.

"Because to a certain extent, that Centaur War ..." Earl Eckert paused, seeming to be very reluctant to say: "It was picked up by Roland."

The little wizard widened his eyes and was shocked.

"This was mainly due to the fact that the Duke of Roland realized that the Centaur had signs of unity, so he led the Red Blood Knights across the Great Green Sea and attacked their hinterland. As a result, the Centaur thought that the Empire would attack and destroy them, and then ... … "

Describing the darker Earl of Eckert, he couldn't say half of it.

"Then they were really unified and launched a counterattack on Poi?"

"It's not completely correct, but ..." Earl Eckert's mouth was hard to pursed. "The same can be said."

Loren couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"But in any case, the Duke of Roland did win the Centaur War-after three generations, they have not had the strength to fight back."

"Although the knights of Byrne have achieved a decisive victory in this war, the Boys ... especially the Varna family have contributed a lot, and even willingly obeyed Roland's dispatch, and the casualties in several wars were heavy!"

"At the end of the war, Roland refused to help the empire, and the Varna family still firmly supported him; Byrne had a long way to go, and the transportation of materials was difficult. Within Poi. "

"The Varna family originally hoped that in this way, Roland would support the title of their family's re-election as Grand Duke of Poi, and completely cast the absolute hegemony of the Varna family in Poi."

"But in order to stabilize the situation in Poi, the Black Duke finally chose the homeowner of the Jonah family, who was expected by the people, instead of the father of Grand Duke Laszlo Varna, according to the tradition of the Poi people."

Earl Eckert sighed slowly: "So ... you can imagine Laszlo Varna, who succeeded to the throne, what is your attitude towards our black prince?"

Silent Loren nodded and said nothing.

"Of course, you don't have to worry too much." Eckert said with relief: "This time, they took the initiative to ask for help. Even if Grand Duke Varna is not happy, it is impossible for you to ..."

"quiet--!"

At this moment, Count Bossival, who had been "seeing the drama" next to him, suddenly groaned; Eckert, who frowned slightly, turned his eyes to him: "What's wrong?"

"It's a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour has passed." Bosívar's eyes dignified: "The Rangers sent to find the way ahead have not returned yet!"

"Will they meet the answering person?" Count Angut tentatively asked, "We have been away for almost a day, and it's not far from Little Boi."

"Even in that way, we can't take this risk." Earl Eckert said flatly, turning his eyes sharply to the black-haired wizard: "Duke, order it!"

In an instant, the forefront of the entire marching queue was quiet, and everyone's eyes were staring at Loren Turin's every move, waiting for his decision.

Without hesitation, Loren slowly raised his left hand:

"The whole army ... Alert!"

The voice of the dark-haired wizard echoed above.

As soon as his voice fell, the herding soldiers waving the swallowtail flags shouted loudly as they drove backward; in the noisy sound, the soldiers began to line up one after another under the command of the chief, without any panic.

Under the vast expanse of the dome, the huge queue began to run quickly like a sophisticated war machine; each flag represented a gear, and each soldier represented a critical interface.

Countless loud noises, shouts, footsteps, trumpet sounds ... The large army of thousands to tens of thousands is essentially different from the small army of hundreds of people, just wanting them to stop in place It takes a lot of time.

And the efficiency of the whole process, the neatness of the queue, the speed of command transmission ... is the most intuitive manifestation of the military discipline and combat strength of an army.

"Cavalry——, Array —— !!!!!!"

Thousands of military flags were raised and the drums were ringing; the cavalry wielding swallowtail flag guns were arranged in a tight conical array with the "flag" as a unit, approaching the front one by one, forming a huge diagonal square Formation

"Vertical gun-!!!!!!"

In a short time, colorful swallowtail flags stood up like a sea of ​​flowers.

"Preparation-!!!!!!"

Earl Eckert pulled out his sword ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ cleaved from the top of his head; the cavalrymen held up their iris shields uniformly and pressed them against their chests.

The heavily reinstalled phalanx that followed was completely blocked, lurking behind thick smoke, horseshoes and battle flags;

In the billowing smoke, Loren's left hand gently snapped his fingers, and the double pupils strengthened by "beyond perception" looked far away, staring at the end of the field of vision.

Farther away, on the boundary between the sky and the grassland, a dark "thin line" filled his line of sight; at an inestimable distance, Loren seemed to hear the bursts of roar, roar, roar the sound of.

On both sides of Loren, the pale pale wizard had already brought out his war bow; Lusien held back his swords silently, clasping the reins with his hands; scratching his head, McCafferty muttered with words In peace, it's no different, the heavy halberd hangs on the side of the saddle.

"How is it?" Earl Eckert frowned, as if asking himself, "Is it an enemy or a friend?"

Loren was expressionless, and his right hand slowly pressed the hilt of the "dawn" sword on the saddle side:

"It's the enemy."