The breeze blew across the plains and stirred the grassy waists.

The snow has long stopped, and winter has come to an end, the snow melts, spring comes, and the breeze brings not only the coolness of the morning, but also the light of dawn.

The rising sun dispelled the darkness, and the Night Lady completed the day's task, chasing her willful, departed sister and disappeared into the sky, the sun radiating light and heat to illuminate the sky and the earth.

"Ha ......"

The soldier on the night watch yawned and narrowed his eyes to see the light in the sky, and the silence of the night seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

Insects, birds, and birds that fear the cold of the southern winter have resumed their activities, and at the beginning of this spring, they seem to be eager to return to the south, spreading their wings on the branches of the trees and taking off into the sky.

The breath of spring is pregnant under the ground, a small life breaks through the ground, and the verdant and tender grass tips break through the blockade of winter, and stand tall on the earth in the early spring when the cold has not completely retreated.

Even if the breeze bends their waists, when the breeze passes, they are able to straighten their backs again.

Because they are weak, they have to obey the orders of other 'strong', even if it is a gust of wind, they are stronger than them, but after the wind has passed, they can once again regain their 'pride' in the cold.

When these weeds began to challenge the cold once a year again, the barracks behind the hillside also began to get busy.

The soldiers' faces were tense, their lips were pursed, and they would try to be as concise as possible when they communicated, and they would never say a second sentence about what could be said in one sentence.

They carried armaments, carried food, checked whether they would use siege equipment, and after a good night's rest, the mages also began to prepare for today's spells.

Scrolls written in obscure words had filled a quarter of a warehouse, and the magic scrolls were well kept, with soldiers patrolling and garrisoning them at all times.

The knights also woke up, some were wiping their armor and weapons, some were doing their daily exercises, but the amount of training was not as great as usual, because they had to make sure that their bodies could be maintained in an optimal state without being tired from the exercise.

Wild flowers hide in the weeds, and the spring breeze has just arrived, so these flowers are not budding, but these flowers do not seem to have a chance to bloom......

Click-Click

"Whoa—"

The whistle sounded in front of the hillside with the sound of horses' hooves, and the returning scouts dismounted before the camp gate and pulled their horses into the barracks.

Some of them looked back and saw the sun pouring down, and behind the backlit hillside, much of the barracks was still in shadow.

The warm sun is rising, reflecting the magnificent spring color, sprinkling the breath of life on this land.

These flowers and plants are destined to grow and die, just like the busy and tense soldiers, who are stubborn and make the final preparations for battle.

The air was heavy, for they had to use all their strength with each breath, and at this moment their minds were left blank, focused on the task assigned to them by their superiors, and their eyes widened for fear that something would go wrong in this final preparation—that it was a matter of great importance for their lives!

And Krylov III, who got up no later than the soldiers, made all the preparations before the scouts returned to the barracks, whether it was 'spells' or 'personnel deployment', he had already done all these things.

Now, he just had to wait quietly for the time to come......

However, it was precisely this tedious waiting that made Krylov III even more irritable.

With three days as a buffer period, Krylov III's mind seemed to be much lighter, and he thought a lot during these three days, and felt more and more that something was wrong with him at the beginning.

Why was I so excited? Just because 'victory was within reach'?

Thinking of this, Krylov III himself felt a little funny, how did he think that if his army collided head-on with the army of the Marquis of Elfaro, he would definitely be able to win?

Why did he think that at the beginning? How was it affected? If it was influenced by Abner Elfaro, it would be fine, but the talisman and this tent on his body at that time could defend against a lot of spells.

In this case, if you can affect yourself from such a distance, then wouldn't Abner Elfaro have become a 'demigod'?

Aside from the Marquis of Elfaro, the most suspicious one is the 'Demon', the demon who calls himself 'Estem'!

First of all, the demon has a strong psychic power, which has been confirmed from the beginning;

Second, while amulets and circles can protect against harmful spells, what if they weren't harmful spells, but some kind of 'spirit-motivating' ability?

In addition, the demon is here to collect souls, if he doesn't fight, then what follows is a boring tug-of-war between attack and defense, the battle will definitely not be too fierce, and when other nobles who have regained power come to support, the defeat of Abner Elfaro can be predicted, after that, it is destined that many people will not die on the battlefield, and the demon will not be able to collect the souls of the 'soldiers who died in battle'.

Thinking of this, Krylov III seriously recalled the scene again, and at that time he only felt the excitement, but other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

If you think about it this way, then the suspicion of that demon is indeed the greatest......

However, Krylov III would not call him out at such a time to ask about it, and if he did at such a time, he would not only lose a wanderer who had the qualifications to become a 'legend', but it would be a big question whether he would be able to save his life and reputation.

And even if he really asked, the demon wouldn't tell the truth, so no matter if he asked or not, the final result would be the same, so why bother?

When the warm sun completely left the horizon, the soldiers began to put on their armor, and the knights' attendants also put on their armor, and waited for the knights they served to put on heavy plate armor.

As the soldiers stood in line in front of their commander with a strong and heavy breath, the horn was sounded!

Woo –

Woo –

Woo –

After the horn was blown, the veterans were calm, but they took a deep breath and tried to calm the fierce heartbeat, while the recruits, who participated in the war for the first time and survived until now, were full of blank minds.

They couldn't help but grab their weapons, but when the veteran soldiers and their commanders who were standing beside them found out, they scolded directly.

Before the war, these recruits will always waste their strength in this kind of place, and after the battlefield, if they are still clear-headed, they will find that their strength is consumed much faster than others, which is one of the reasons why it is difficult for recruits to survive on the battlefield.

But now, the original recruits have also experienced several wars, and it stands to reason that such low-level mistakes should not be made again.

But it turns out that the phrase 'decisive battle' has a greater impact on their psychology than they imagined.

In order to prevent these recruits from wasting their energy and dragging themselves down on the battlefield because of their nervousness, veterans often scold the recruits around them at such times and distract them, which is also tacitly approved by the officers.

The gate of the camp in front was slowly pushed open, and the soldiers with heavy faces followed their respective commanders and walked up the hillside in front of the barracks with different steps.

On the hillside, the scouts saw the city gate in the distance also slowly opened, and raised the monocular in their hands, and they saw the sergeants rushing out, also like the soldiers behind them, wearing armor and holding weapons, slowly walking out.

Whew-

A gust of wind whistled, rolling up grass and dust, carrying the last trace of coldness in the air, drifting away into the distance.

The time of the decisive battle has finally arrived!