Black Iron Crown

The whistling cold wind changed the voice very satisfactorily, leaving only the whistling wind and the biting chill in the ears.

However, the senior cavalry archer's shout was still heard by the people around him. Several people shouted together, and the voice finally entered Tilihan's ears.

"The Klades are really here?" Tillihan was taken aback suddenly, his originally lazy aura was restrained by the way, and he regained his previous temperament like a hungry wolf. He didn't expect the Klades to really come. They will go south to plunder in this icy and snowy season, just as the Earl expected.

One by one, they completely forgot what their ancestors did. After migrating to Calradia, they occupied the warm pastures, and they didn't need to endure the terrible cold like their ancestors did.

The warm climate also made the products extremely rich, and there was no need to continue such things as grazing the valley, so he was curious about things like robbery in winter.

He looked in the direction the soldier was pointing at, and he found a group of shabby-clothed and tattered animal skins, who appeared to be very short, walking in the snow with difficulty.

"Haha! Look at how small they are! The snow is almost up to their waists, right? I'm afraid they will drown if they fall!" A mounted archer pointed at the struggling Klades with a horsewhip. Laugh, although what he said was a bit exaggerated, but the situation of the other party is probably the same.

Tillihan looked at the group of Kraders without a smile on his face. Although they found each other's traces, they still couldn't see the number of each other, because they couldn't see where the edge of the Kraders' formation was. .

However, he was a very decisive person. Although he did not confirm the number of enemies, he still ordered a soldier and handed him the small flag in his hand: "Go back immediately and tell the Earl that this gang of damned robbers is coming again!"

The little soldier who received the order put the small flag in his arms, turned his horse's head, and frantically beat his horse and ran towards Fort Moreland. His speed was still extremely fast, and the cold-resistant physique that Leiner drew was on the other side. There is also an increase, and the speed will not be affected by the snow.

The war horse almost ignored the knee-deep snow, and ran wildly as it spread its hooves, sending up waves of snow foam and drifting in the cold wind.

Averting his gaze from the distant mounted archer, Tillihan issued his first combat order since he had been out for two months.

He took out the riding bow on his waist, and shouted loudly to the rest of his subordinates: "Let's go and see how many of them there are! Maybe we can chop off a few heads this time!"

Most of the sound was drowned in the howling cold wind, but the soldiers still heard the orders from their officers, put the water bottles back one after another, and took out the riding bows on the horses.

A group of people shuttled easily in the snow, and the horses ran without any hindrance.

"It's a horse! It's a horse again!" Some Klad people who survived close to Fort Moreland exclaimed when they saw the senior cavalry archers on their horses. They were too impressed with the horses.

Although it was those who didn't ride horses that really killed them in large numbers, it was these monster-like invincible knights who rode on war horses that really left a deep impression on them.

Hearing the cry,

The Clade people suddenly panicked, and the sound of horseshoes, which could hardly be heard under the clamor of the cold wind, became obvious at this moment.

Tillihan was followed by a group of experienced cavalry archers. They did not attack the Klade people, but ran around their formation and kept running back.

"Boss, they have too many people. We haven't run to the end yet. There are at least four or five thousand people!" A mounted archer ran to Tillihan's side and said in an exclamational tone.

In his impression, except for the previous Battle of Babsburg, he had never seen such a large army. Even if the opponent was a weak Klade, there was still a kind of pressure.

"So what?" Tillihan said indifferently when he heard the voice in his ears, "We don't need to be afraid even if there are more people, they are definitely not the Earl's opponents!"

In this way, they ran for about seven or eight minutes, and finally saw the end of the Klade queue.

"There should be seven or eight thousand people here, right?" The cavalry and archers who reined in the reins stood in place, looking at this huge group of Klades with horrified eyes.

While they were looking at each other, the tribal leaders of the Klade people gathered to discuss this.

"What are you afraid of? What if we are discovered? The baron's army is only a few hundred people! We have 8,000 warriors! What's so scary?" A 1.6-meter-tall Klade The "strong man" hammered his chest and said in a low voice.

"Huh! Are you not afraid? Then you take your tribe to fight the Baron Ridkar first! We will watch your heroic performance from behind!"

"Why don't you go? Why do you let me go?"

"Aren't you afraid of that Baron Ridcar? Now you are not afraid?"

Both of these two were tribal leaders of the Klade people, and they seemed to be brave, but they were also a little brainless, and they quarreled just because of this reason.

Just when the conflict between the two was about to escalate and develop into a fight, a tribal leader who looked a little older stood up.

He separated the two with his cane, and said angrily: "They are all Cradles! They are all descendants of the God of War! Why are you arguing? We southern Cradles must work together! Otherwise, we will continue to suffer from that Ridka The baron's massacre!"

"Focus on fighting the Baron Ridkar! Don't clash with your fellow blood relatives!" Seeing that the two of them were no longer at war with each other, the leader of the old Klade came up to them. Said.

"Head! What shall we do now?" asked a mounted archer.

"What else can I do? You go back and report the number of enemies to Lord Baron!" Tilihan smiled, then raised the riding bow in his hand and shook it, and said: "Others, let me show the Klade people first." look!"

With the sound of the real arrow piercing through the air, a burst of screams accompanied by bright red blood appeared in the Klade team.

At this time, Reiner was in the study angrily teaching the two people who stole the sugar, and the small bag of stolen goods was so eye-catching on the desk of Reiner.

"How can I say hello to you two!" Reiner slapped the table and roared loudly, while the two caught thieves lowered their heads and remained silent.

"Who!" Angrily shouted towards the door.

A senior cavalry archer rushed in panting, ignoring the two of Lumbare, and said directly to Reiner: "My lord, the enemy is coming! The Kladers are coming!"

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