The Grim Wind Territory is still as peaceful as ever, but the refugees fleeing the border are telling a different story.

Today is still a sunny day, not only for the sad wind collar, but also for the Valho collar.

The not-so-hot morning sun fell to the ground, causing the mercenary in tin armor to curse the 'damn weather'.

The march in the sun may sound romantic, with one foot on the warm yellow sun, the shiny armor reflecting the light, and the brave knight striding forward - but these can only be found among knights, and no legend will ever write such a scene into a book.

The flying dust stains the armor, and the little sand that always falls into the shoes for some reason is even more annoying, the armor is very stuffy, and the helmet smells sour.

The horse's hooves fell to the ground, and the 'noble' knights, dressed in light half-body armor, walked in front leading their 'companions', while the pack beasts dragged their weapons and equipment, as well as the grain and grass that belonged to the horses.

At the end of the procession, there are trailers pulling baggage, which is the food and grass for emergency and weekday marches.

The 'Noble Lord' and the 'Master Mage' sat in comfortable carriages, protected by the surrounding troops, who were in the middle of the procession, and the knights were guarding them.

At the front of the line are the infantry, followed by swearing, lazy mercenaries, 'hyenas' who accept the hire and try to use their weapons to earn a bounty on the battlefield that will probably last half a lifetime, but according to their consumption ideas, it will probably be spent in less than half a year.

Mercenaries fight for money, but it's even better if you can get a knighthood and become a nobleman.

But that's the prerogative of the 'enemy side'!

They had already heard that the king of the royal family had already promised that if they could make great achievements on the battlefield, then even their mercenaries would be able to become nobles.

I don't know if it's true, but except for some guys who are always suspicious, no one thinks about whether to rebel or not, after all, their mercenaries rely on credibility and force to eat this meal, reputation is more important than force, unless they really can't think about it, otherwise even if they are close to defeat, they will not choose to betray their employers, at most they will not be able to contribute.

This is not the fertile north, they are now walking on the Krull plain, preparing to fight the royal faction.

I heard that the nobles in other places had already been caught and killed, and I don't know if it was true, but it was true that the king had led his army all the way to Valho.

In the rear, the Elfaro family had already defeated many royal nobles, but the 'same' did not choose to show mercy, and since the first nobleman was sentenced to death, this war was destined to no longer be a 'noble game'.

They had heard that the king had really cut off the heads of nobles, and there were more than one!

Greenland's former title for the king has also been circulated, and 'Mad King' is a joking name for Krylov III by mercenaries, and it is also a contemptuous name for Krylov III by local nobles.

The 'war-like' Duke Valho suffered from 'lost soul', but the Duke of Valho's younger brother has been accusing this of being a 'Mad King's conspiracy', and rumors of devils and demons in Greenland have long been heard by many people, and even many people fled Greenland because of the fierce battle.

Some of them described the scene vividly, as if they had actually seen it.

'A huge black dragon soaring in the sky with wings that can shade the sun', 'a humanoid monster with an octopus head that exudes a strong aura of death', and a 'demon taller than the city walls', it seems to be true, if they really saw it with their own eyes, let alone bragging in front of others, they might have died there a long time ago.

There are demons and devils appearing, and the soul must have been taken away, but in order to maintain the status of the Valho family, that's why he insisted that the Duke of Valho 'just had lost his soul and will wake up sooner or later', right?

The mercenaries can't do their work, because seeing that the Valho family is about to fall, who will sacrifice their loyalty and life for this family that will soon fall apart?

They had no advantage in defending the city, and in the face of the royal family's 'Pure Mage Warband', the walls were as fragile as a piece of paper, and they could be broken at the slightest poke.

If they were able to successfully ambush the king's army, then there was hope of victory, which was now used to ambush the king's army.

The mercenaries are insulting their so-called 'superiors' and enemies in foul language, this is not a mountainous area, the largest and highest mountains cannot hide an army, there are no natural dangers such as canyons, and if they want to ambush an army equipped with a mage warband, isn't that a fateful thing?

Turning his head and looking at the pampered 'noble mages' and their knights, tsk, they were complaining again about why they were here, there was no grilled steak or foie gras, not even caviar - it didn't make much use when you looked at it!

The mercenary leaders have already passed each other's anger, and if they can, they will try not to do it as much as possible, so that they will at least not be treated too rudely when they surrender, as for 'desperate'?

Well...... I don't know if I'm thinking too much about this word to the mercenary, or maybe the person's brain is broken.

Although money is very important, compared to their own lives, of course, lives are more important, if their lives are gone, what do they do with the money?

The mercenary's camp is not close to the barracks, because those soldiers will not accept them 'hyenas' at all, but the mercenaries don't care, the people who eat this bite of food have long been accustomed to this, working under these nobles, you can get more money if you are angry, who doesn't like it?

Gradually, the bright golden moon climbed overhead, and the night watchman yawned, not noticing that there were several pairs of eyes staring at them in the woods not far away.

In the moonlight, the scouts told their companions in sign language to report the situation first, and to prepare to change the guard and lead the assault when the time came.

One of the two scouts who remained walked away, and the other stayed where he was, pulling the short bow in his hand.

Boom!

An arrow was stuck in front of the night watchman, and the yawning soldier's eyes widened, and after a few seconds he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Enemy-Attack!!"

The scout put away his daint, ready to begin to follow in the footsteps of his companions.

After hearing this exclamation, he knew that he was halfway through his mission, and all he had to do was keep an eye on them.

The barracks came to life in an instant, and the soldiers who had been sleeping in armor awoke suddenly, and the knights drew their weapons, rushed out of the tents, and gathered around the tents of the nobles and mages.

When the 'nobles' and 'masters' climbed out of the tent, they were still dressed in messy clothes, and some of them were followed by a woman with messy hair, and when they ran out of the tent shouting 'protect me, protect me' in panic, they found that nothing had happened around them.

The shrill screams stopped abruptly, and they looked like comics with their mouths wide open.

The mercenary camp was still quiet, and even the light of the fire was hidden with stones.

A few of the mercenaries on the night watch couldn't help but laugh, but the others were still sleeping, so they didn't laugh very loudly.

"Do you see that kid, do you think he's going to be whipped or hanged?" one of the mercenaries teased, "I think it's more likely that he's killed, bet?"

"No betting, nothing interesting. The rest of the mercenaries shook their heads, and the mercenary sighed boredly.

There was only one arrow at all, and it was hilarious that the soldier would be scared by an arrow.

"Hang him! Lie about the military situation and hang him!"

A nobleman shouted angrily as he pushed the woman behind him into the tent, and the knights around him looked at the soldier as if they hadn't seen anything.

"No, I, it, ...... arrow"

The soldier was sweating profusely, and he scrambled to try to justify himself, pointing out the arrows stuck in the ground.

The knight leading the lead took a deep breath, "It's okay, everyone go back and rest! Changing of the vigil, who's next?Ander, you go too, pay attention, don't be misled again. ”

"You can't, you're going to-"

The knight glared at the nobleman, gritted his teeth viciously, and said, "I said, go back and rest!"

The nobleman was so angry that his nose was crooked, and his lips trembled, but at last he snorted coldly, stomped his foot, and walked into the tent.

As the night wore on, the golden moon seemed to move slower and slower, and the night watchman pinched his thigh so that he would not be sleepy any longer.

Whoosh!

Two bolts of fire shot out from the blind spot of the night watchman's vision and landed on the tent, setting it on fire in an instant.

The soldiers' mouths opened and closed, and they looked at each other, and then one of them finally made up his mind and cried out in horror:

"Enemy-Attack!!"