How dare the militia of Nari Village conceal the inquiry of the knight lord in front of them, and explain everything they know, even the village chief and the fact that they have received silver coins.

However, the knight, who was the captain of the guard, did not say much.

The village could have accepted any outsiders to rest.

For example, when the caravans traveling between the Northern and Eastern Counties, or the mercenaries looking for a way, came to Avilés Castle, most of them spent money to stay in the village of Nari.

After all, the power of the finance officer also includes taxes, and spending money to stay overnight can also provide tax revenue, which is a good thing to generate revenue.

It's just a guest who came this time.

It's a bit too many.

The knight, who was the captain of the guard, frowned and said in a low voice: "More than 500 cavalry, this is really a lot. ”

Not only are there a lot, these militiamen don't have many concepts, but for this knight who was born in the aristocratic family of the Eastern County Leader, of course, he understands that if these more than 500 cavalrymen take the opportunity to attack Avilésburg, it will be a big event.

Perhaps in the case of a cavalry raid, the unnoticed guards outside the castle will be wiped out!

What's more, among these cavalry, there are also knight squires.

Even knights!

From the spoken language of these militiamen, describing the equipment of those cavalry, it is possible to guess that there are even more elite troops than they have guessed here!

It's not a trivial matter.

The knight's mind suddenly felt a little happy.

"You're waiting here."

Ponder for a moment.

He glanced at the guards on both sides of the militia orders, keeping a firm eye on the five militiamen from the village of Nari, then turned around and walked quickly towards the castle.

He could not decide such a matter, and must inform Viscount Gibran.

Return to the castle.

He made a quick trip to the room where Viscount Gibran was.

It's only 9 p.m., and it's not time to go to bed, which is one of the reasons why he dares to come and report.

As is customary, Viscount Gibran would fall asleep at about 10:30, when he would hand over part of the night's work to the steward of the castle and the knight on duty tonight, who would not disturb him except for major events.

After all, the veteran, who is over 60 years old, is no longer young.

"Dangdangdang."

There was a soft knock on the door.

As the captain of the guard on duty tonight, he reported in a deep voice outside the door: "Lord Gibran, in the village of Nari south of the castle, something tricky has happened to me, and I can't make a decision, so I hope you can give me a solution. ”

There was a slight silence in front of the door.

Only the guards in chain mail on either side seemed to have no gap, standing straight with swords and shields.

A moment later.

Finally, a voice came from inside the door.

With a little hoarse and tired, as well as a stiffness that couldn't be concealed: "Bertreme, if even you can't make an accurate decision, then you must have encountered an important problem, come in and tell me what happened to Nari Village." ”

"Yes."

Bertreme nodded, and then pushed the door open.

And a burly figure wearing a noble dress and gray hair walked out of the room, sitting on the main seat, with a national character face and a resolute face, but the white hair on the sideburns and the old age lines on the eyebrows made him look a little more vicissitudes of time, just like an elderly lion, extraordinary power, but still helpless about the passage of time.

"Lord Gibran."

Bertreme walked in briskly and bowed respectfully.

Exactly the owner of Avilés Castelo.

Viscount Gibran!

"Hmm."

Nodding slightly, Viscount Gibran waved his hand to signal that there was no need to be polite.

Sitting on the main seat, his face was calm and said: "Nari Village, if I remember correctly, is a village where caravans are often stationed, did they see that there are strange troops?" ”

"That's right." Bertreme nodded: "Here comes a group of mercenaries." ”

"Go on." Viscount Gibran remained calm.

"They were all cavalry, unfamiliar faces, between 500 and 600 people, and the militia of Nari village sensed that something was wrong, and took advantage of the night to come to the castle to report first."

Bertreum elaborated: "A cavalry mercenary regiment that has never been seen before. ”

"It's so much fun"

Viscount Gibran narrowed slightly.

He was obviously aware of the difference in the words.

After pondering for a moment, he raised his head, although the whole person was old, the momentum of fighting bloody battles on the battlefield was like a lion fighting for life: "What if you compare Count Agasa's Tempest Mercenary Group?" ”

"Tempest Mercenaries..."

Bertreum was slightly stunned, and then frowned and thought, "It should be better." ”

His answer was a little vague, but thinking of the militiamen's words, he still said in a deep voice: "It should be said that it is definitely not as good, in that strange mercenary group, there should not be many knights and squire levels, most of them are just ordinary cavalry." ”

Viscount Gibran still asked calmly, "What kind of ordinary cavalry is that?" ”

"It's not very similar to the traditional cavalry of the principality..."

Bertreum hesitated.

After thinking about it carefully, he said solemnly: "I rode a relatively strong war horse, wearing iron-inlaid armor, covered with linen robes, and the weapon was a spear of more than 2 meters, as well as a skin round shield, and a scimitar at the waist. ”

Gibran said: "Look at this equipment, it is similar to the barbarians in the western wasteland. ”

Bertreum nodded slightly stunned: "Indeed, it is very similar to those barbarians, especially the scimitar, those barbarian cavalry like to use this kind of thing the most." ”

What they are talking about is, of course, the wilderness of the Far West.

It is covered in snow and ice all year round.

Occupied by aliens.

For example, orcs, gnolls, etc., are common in the wilderness in a tribal way.

However, there are also human beings, but without the civilization and civilization of the Duchy of Lion and the Silverplate Kingdom, as well as the kingdoms of several principalities further south, they simply exist in the form of tribes, and they are also ignorant and uncivilized.

Therefore, all the nations of mankind call the humans in the western wasteland barbarians, and regard them as barbarians who are not much different from other races.

Gather in a group and keep warm.

Form a unique force.

Although there is no alliance, and there are internal wars between various races and tribes, occasionally when the frost and winter in the west are too fierce, they will form troops to raid the eastern county leader.

It's just that the little bit of skill is nothing compared to the well-trained nobles of the Lion Principality.

And there is no level of regimental combat.

Although you can win a few small victories with a blood outrush.

But throughout the ages, usually the alliance of these barbarians and foreign tribes has been defeated.

And after countless battles, the Dongjun Commander obviously has a high understanding of those barbarians, such as using a skinned round shield, and likes to use a scimitar that is powerful and does not require much skill.

Viscount Gibran, as a famous general of the Eastern County, naturally fought several times with the barbarians in the wilderness of the wasteland.

"If you think so."

Bertreum pondered slightly.

But he suddenly raised his head and looked at Viscount Gibran, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Could it be a barbarian in the wilderness of the wasteland?" They're starting to infiltrate our East Counties! ”

"Perhaps."

Viscount Gibran nodded.

This is not unusual.

Those barbarians in the wasteland are also human beings after all, and they are naturally stronger in intelligence than other races.

Even if there is no civilization, it is possible to learn.

What's more, after fighting with the Eastern Commander of the Lion Principality for so long, it has not been 3 years since the last war, and the whole line that has still been beaten has collapsed, and it has retracted into the wasteland wilderness to lick its wounds.

Now that I feel the strength of the human race in the Lion Principality, it is not surprising that I want to learn advanced military technology.

The most critical.

That's what the barbarians did.

In the past, they also sent people to learn secretly, but they didn't feel the connection between the nobility of the Duchy of Lion and the nobility of the human countries, and rashly came to study as fugitive slaves, and finally the nobles found out, but they all caught and tortured the purpose.

He even bribed some nobles with a lot of money and successfully learned something.

It's not critical, though.

But it still succeeded in changing the military structure of the barbarians.

It is said that now, the human race in the wilderness of the wasteland has begun to conquer, taking advantage of the skills learned from the Lion Principality and the Silver Plate Kingdom to conquer some of the inferior alien races.

The Snowlandmen, for example, became slaves of the barbarians, and whenever they charged, they would fight as a servant army.

That is, the cannon fodder of the poor people in the human kingdom.

"Can't be careless."

Viscount Gibran waved his hand, but still gave an order: "Gather the troops, let's go over and have a look." ”

With a slight groan, he looked at Bertrim, whom he admired the most, and said in a deep voice to the young knight who had not been with him for too long: "Call your senior brothers, I don't want too many accidents." ”

"Yes." Bertreum nodded immediately.

The trumpet was sounded.

Slightly hurried, it was the rallying cry of Avilésburg.

At the same time, the gates of the castle were opened, and 300 heavily armed knightly squires wearing chain mail rushed out with spears, led by five knights in more sophisticated chain mail.

Including Viscount Gibran.

His gray hair was blown away by the cold wind, and scattered behind his old face, like the mane of a lion.

"Let's go!"

The sword pointed forward.

With the war horse under its crotch forward, the army set off quickly.

Although he didn't bring more people, but with this army, at least it was not something that ordinary barbarian cavalry could resist, after all, all the heavy cavalry wearing chain mail, or knight squires, the elite who had been trained to charge and melee combat for a long time, were one of the main forces on the battlefield of the Lion Principality!

Viscount Gibran is full of confidence, and with the troops he leads, even if they don't gain trust with each other, they can be at peace with each other, after all, the hard power is here.

In order to ensure safety, his disciples have already brought them over.

Three of them are also Grand Knights.

This is the essence that belongs to him.

At that time, with the cooperation of these 3 big knights, they can be worth 200 knight squires, if the enemy is timid, the combat ability of these 3 big knights can kill the enemy to the collapse.

In the Lion Principality, this is already considered an elite army!