The Amber Sword

Madara's here.

In addition, in just a month or two, Count Denel gathered 20,000 troops in Pallas, an entire army of three knight lords, including the Knights of Pallas, and an army of mountaineers and barbarians, and such a large pen appeared to be demonstrating not only to exterminate the rebellion, but also to those who dared to laugh at him before.

This mobility means that the Count is far from ‘retiring’ when he was like an eye-squinting tiger who, once angry, could still vibrate the entire mountain forest as he did decades ago. Now that Tony Gehl is completely under the control of this tiger, most of the rest of us are happily waiting to see what happens to those wretched bastards who dare to touch the tiger.

The Sovereign Knight of Griffin, Sir Arcel, as soon as he had the information, left his office and walked in the direction of Her Royal Highness's study. Sir Cope saw the scene behind him and followed him: "Hey, knight, I heard about the south. ”

Cope is not high on the King's side, but he is on Master Leewoods' side. Leewoods is the princess's teacher and the chief court magician of Eruin. He has a respectable position in the King's Party. Even the powerful leaders have to bow their heads when they see the old man. Without wishing to get into contact with each other, Arcel nodded: “Her Royal Highness is very fond of the rebels, but unfortunately this time she is going to be disappointed. In fact, the adults above are not very supportive of contact with these rebels. It is too risky for Lord Denel to be one of them after all. ”

“The princess is not willing to talk peace with the Grand Duke of Anrek. After all, she is a child. No matter how wise she is conveyed outside, women are women, and it is inevitable to have some naive wishes.” Kopp nodded and pretended to sigh.

Asel glanced at him and replied: "Politics is politics, and the future of the kingdom is more important than anything else, and I am sure Her Royal Highness will finally see that. It would be best for us to reach an agreement with Count Denel so that His Royal Highness would have enough weight to negotiate with the old man from Anlek. ”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid Her Royal Highness is obsessed. You know, Lord Arcel, I've heard she's been secretly in touch with the rebels, and if this evidence had been given to Denel, we would have been passive. ”

“Rest assured, Master Leewoods, the Grand Duke of Lantoniland is not in favour of continuing to support those hillbillies in secret, and the same will has been expressed by the Knights, and given the current situation, Her Royal Highness will not stand idly by.” The chief knight replied.

Cope sneered, thinking that Her Royal Highness was much more stubborn than the rumors, not to mention that no one supported her. But he was a smooth man, and instead of saying what was in his heart, he cleverly asked, "What about Lord Ovewell? ”

“He…” Arcel remained silent, and indeed, the man known as the ‘wolf' had always had a vague attitude that made his thoughts unclear. Even more headaches are the fact that Ovewell is also a powerful leader, with no less brains than Makaro, known as the ‘cunning fox'. It was the silence of this individual that led to a lack of unanimity among the voices around the princess.

As long as the voices do not agree, there are variables. But Arcel didn't like the rebels. In his view, putting the fate of the country in the hands of gambling was close to the same thing as Cope, and in fact most people in the Royal Party thought the same thing. In their view, power makes Count Denel much more reliable than a bunch of uprooted rebels.

Even more affectionate...

As for the plan of Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin, there is some feasibility. But it's too risky. The so-called bamboo breasts, in the view of the nobles, are nothing more than the naive idea of a young girl pursuing the so-called ‘domination of her own destiny’. Instead of caring for such acts, which they have seen so much, they carry with them a divine colour of an almost merciful understanding.

The fate of the princess is used for political union. Since the little girl is going to struggle, let her go, as long as it doesn't affect the big picture.

Asel made a gesture to Kopp to let the latter leave and push open the wooden door of the Princess's study. There were a lot of people in the study, and he looked up, Ovewell, Leewoods, Makaro and Barry, the Earl of Violet, and almost all the core members of the Royal Party came together. Not surprisingly, this knight has grown up, in fact, since the situation in the south has become tense, meeting here almost every day.

It's just that the atmosphere in the house is a little depressing and dull and unusual. In such an environment, Viscount Arcel can only present new information to the public.

“Thank you, Lord Arcel.” The princess's crisp voice seemed calm, but somehow Arcel felt a little guilty at the moment. In fact, Leewoods is the teacher of His Royal Highness, but he counts for half of them, and His Royal Highness's brilliant swordsmanship now comes from his teaching.

“This is for your own good, Your Highness.” Arcel answered with his head down. When he saw that Princess Griffin and no one else had the heart to look at the information, he understood that it seemed that the people present had already known it.

He couldn't help but look up at the calm half elf princess. Today Princess Griffin is as calm as ever. Her beauty seemed to infiltrate from this temperament, causing palpitations. However, the girl rarely had some silence, and the long silver hair reflected candlelight as if it had formed a circle of glow, her hands on her skinny knees, her lips clasped, and she faced the eyes of those who were there without retreat.

“I see. Follow your lords.” She replied.

Though it was a compromise, there was no room for resolute sound. Even so, it was up to her personally. How good would it be to see a scene like this where even the Count of Barry can't help shaking his head if His Royal Highness were a prince?

But history doesn't if.

It is imperative to compromise with Count Jean de Neil that he marry Alec, and in the heart of every member of the Royal Party, those Yankees are nothing but turkeys and dogs. Once the snow melts, a great war between the North and the South will determine their future status.

The renaissance of the kingdom seems unstoppable.

Perfect result.

……

“Sneeze!” Hudsh sneezed, rubbing his face so the cold air wouldn't freeze his face. Although it has turned old, there are no signs of silence in the winter, but it is getting colder and colder. To the north of the Gris River, the wooden walls of the small outposts in these forests are hung with a layer of ice and the wood is frozen so hard that it is no different from the rocks.

Hadesh placed her gloves on the women's wall and stood on a tall lookout tower looking out into the forest, which had already been reclaimed as wasteland, but had not been sown since winter. The farmers who farmed here crossed the river before winter, and now there are only soldiers like him left here. The soldiers, the mercenaries, the soldiers in the castle, the guards and the knights, are all the most professional soldiers from all over the place.

A little further away from Tonigal, many had actually learned of the forthcoming war, but in their view the battle of great disparities of power was unmistakable, allowing Count Denel, while gradually entering old age, to remain vigorous and his orders to assemble an army of 10,000 or 20,000 troops in a short period of time in the areas under his administration. Besides, we all know that the Count and the Barbarians and the Dead Wings at this moment dare not even the Dukes of the North to face such power.

Only Hadesh had a slightly different view, and just before today, soldiers from different places had been entering this little outpost for three consecutive days. Four came three days ago, six the next morning, and yesterday the last batch was seven. In just three days, the strength of the fortress reached 20 troops.

These men, all professional soldiers. This conclusion frightened Hades himself; before his arrival in the new lord, Hades had been a knight's entourage, no better than those close guards in the castle, of course, but he had no more than fifty skilled fighters under him. Others, mostly aristocratic militias or even militias, are just used to count.

Hadesh has been through several battles between lords, in an era where fighting between lords is usually very bloody, and although nobility is often not really harmed - apart from the unfortunate rush of being hit by a flowing arrow - the consumption of militia and knights below is very strong. Only those who survive a battle can be called skilled fighters, and those like him who have fought several times have no respect for those who can't even hold a sword. That kind of guy comes more for nothing.

But a lord, a knight whose men are truly reliable, tends to be as many as a hundred, not more. First of all, a professional soldier needs a lot of resources, not to mention a skilled knight. Secondly, there are not so many talented people, and little lords tend to be less attractive than the heroes on one side, and slightly more powerful knights go to a great lord like Count Denel. Those who call themselves hundreds of Krauts can already be said to be very powerful lords, such as the Baron of the Groudin side, and only a hundred and ten of his men can truly rely on them.

But Brando is an exception.

Because all of his men could be said to have gathered by chance, mercenaries from mountain people and even further afield, who, although not having experienced any real war, had climbed and beaten in bloody battles over the years, and those who survived were often more acute at battle than ordinary soldiers.

The mercenaries of the three commanders of Utah, Vern and Kronsia are even more exceptional. Especially Vern's men, who were originally mostly Eruin cavalry from the Karensou plateau, were already elite in their reprisals. After the baptism of the bloodshed, the strength of the individual was higher than that of other mercenaries.

But that's not the strongest, because there's the Red Copper Dragon Reto group. Those men were not very powerful, and the best were just roaming the Black Iron Peak, but they were incredibly experienced in combat, and Brando had long suspected their identities. In particular, Leto's identity was there, and he wondered whether the veterans were all veterans of the November war.

This conclusion is somewhat frightening, but seems to be the most reliable guess. These skilled mercenaries account for nearly two thirds of Brando's human workforce, in addition to members of the original guard and patrol cavalry from Butch, Ridenburg, who have also dealt with Madara.

The last part is the knight of Sir Mintai, who followed Caglis in and joined the recruits. Brando's men now possess nearly 3,000 human soldiers, but more than 80% of the more than 2,000 are true veterans, the most experienced and skilled fighters of all time, no less than those who are full knights with the skills to practice combat.

The outsiders thought their Tonigal ‘rebels' were nothing more than two or three thousand people, but Hadesh knew that the young lord's men could be said to have more than 2,000 knights. More than 2,000 knights, Martha, more than 2,000 knights can lead 100,000 armies.

When King Ecker was founded, there were only 200 knights to follow.

“There is movement in the forest.” Suddenly, a voice said so behind his back. Hudsh turned back unconsciously, frightened.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)