Chapter 46 Earl Dawson

When night fell, the heavy snow finally stopped.

But this does not mean that the most difficult time has passed.

In fact, it is not cold when it snows, but it is really scary after it snows.

Under the order of the Marquis of Garcia, the Black Cavalry camped on the spot and set up a bonfire.

If you don’t roast the fire and eat something hot, I’m afraid this army will lose non-combat troops.

Instead of squeezing the camp, Colin hugged under the belly of the war horse and roasted the fire alone.

In fact, there is nothing warmer in the tent than under the horse's belly, and it's even more comfortable alone.

At least, the clues about his drinking blood will not be seen by others.

Blood is fox blood, which he had caught before, saved by an unlucky snow fox.

Of course, while Collin drank blood, he also took out a few bites of hard jerky meat to avoid people from finding out that he did not eat normal food.

While eating and drinking, he thought about what the Marquis of Garcia had said before.

At that time, Colin didn't understand much, but the Marquis did not explain in detail.

Colin didn't ask questions, after all, he couldn't ask everything, which would make him a little stupid as a student.

That's right, Colin has now regarded himself as a student of Marquis Garcia.

Just as he was thinking about the true intention of Marquis Garcia, a figure came over.

"Do you want some wine?"

With the fire, Colin saw clearly the person coming.

It is Earl Flane Dawson.

"Of course!" Colin took the wine bag from Count Dawson and took a big mouthful.

After one sip, it seemed that fire was rising from the throat to the stomach. The smell was so good that I felt energetic.

"Good! Great wine!"

Earl Dawson laughed and said proudly: "Of course, our dwarf's spirits are the best in the empire, but they are definitely the most exciting! They are especially suitable for drinking in this damn weather!"

Compared with the five mainstream races in this world, dwarves are not considered a big force.

They are distributed throughout the Glorious Empire, with a total number of people of about one million.

It is precisely because of their weak strength that the dwarves have always held the human thighs tightly and regarded themselves as the human vassal race.

There are even some rumors that dwarves are actually subspecies of humans.

However, this statement has not been much recognized.

Because dwarves cannot be baptized by church pastors like humans and become knights.

Moreover, knight is the exclusive profession of the human race.

Although the dwarves have always claimed to believe in the Lord of Glory in order to better integrate into humans, it is obvious that the Lord of Glory has not given his glory to these dwarves.

As a result, the warriors on the streets became the only option for dwarves.

This profession with limited natural potential makes it impossible for the dwarves to produce real strong men.

So, this is not a race known for its force.

However, they are good at forging and making wine.

Especially for forging, this skill makes dwarves popular in the logistics department of the army.

However, the military merits of the logistics department are definitely not as good as those of the soldiers fighting on the front line, so few dwarves can become nobles by relying on military merits.

Not to mention a great nobleman like the earl.

So, this Earl Dawson was particularly conspicuous.

And more importantly, his Count was enthroned by Marquis Garcia.

Marquis Garcia's foundation was in the Black Cavalry, and his vassals were basically senior generals in the army.

But he enthroned the throne of the Count under his name to a dwarf.

Moreover, this was the only count he enthroned.

This is very unusual.

The Black Cavalry is a pure cavalry army, and the height of the dwarves limits their possibility of becoming excellent cavalry.

Moreover, according to Collin, although Earl Dawson is a warrior, his rank is not high.

Therefore, Count Dawson's military achievements obviously did not rely on force.

Among the Black Cavalry, Count Dawson seemed to be the shadow of Marquis Garcia.

Marquis Garcia is the soul of this army and the open flag, while Earl Dawson is the steward behind the scenes, maintaining the logistics and cumbersome daily affairs of this army.

Although Earl Dawson's work was mostly unknown, he was able to be named Count by Marquis Garcia as a dwarf, which shows his importance to the Black Cavalry.

Therefore, after Colin entered the Black Cavalry, the person he paid the most attention to was Earl Dawson, besides Marquis Garcia.

Because Marquis Garcia looked at Colin differently, Earl Dawson, as the marquis' shadow, was also quite enthusiastic about Colin.

So the two gradually became familiar with each other.

At this moment, Colin and Earl Dawson hugged under the horse's belly, drinking each one with wine, while chatting about the mountains from all over the world.

Earl Dawson followed Marquis Garcia for half his life, and experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and he always had everything he wanted.

But he didn't expect that this time, Colin, would steal the limelight.

Colin directly changed the various myths in another world to Earl Dawson, and frightened the dwarf Earl.

When Earl Dawson asked him where these stories were seen, Colin said nonsense that it was told to him by a passing bard in Greyburg town when he was a child.

Of course, Earl Dawson could not verify it, so he had to continue listening to Colin's trick.

After a loud blow, Colin felt very happy.

"I understand now why the Marquis values ​​you so much."

“Yeah? Why?”

"Because you can blow!"

Colin laughed, of course he knew the other party was joking.

However, he looked moved and asked, "Sir, do you really think that the Marquis values ​​me because of this?"

Seeing that Collin's face was solemn, Earl Dawson knew that the other party was asking sincerely, so he put away his joking face and asked back, "What do you think is the reason?"

Colin took a sip of wine, thought for a moment and said:

"Either because of the battle that ran through the river before, or because of Miss Vera. But... I don't think these two things seem to be so good for Lord Marquis to take care of me like this, right?"

really.

You should know that the Angrey family was a vassal of Duke St. Hildes, so Collin was simply an outsider to the Black Cavalry system, which was completely affiliated with the Marquis of Garcia.

No matter how outstanding war talent Colin showed during his previous escape, or how Miss Vera had a good impression of him, she would not have let Marquis Garcia, who was the god of the Northern Army, take care of him as an outsider.

When Earl Dawson heard this, he nodded, then shook his head again, and said mysteriously: "Hehe. You will know in the future."

Colin was depressed, and this kind of answer that was so annoying that made people's appetite the most.

Before he could continue to ask, Earl Dawson had already changed the subject abruptly: "Do you know why Lord Marquis didn't continue to track the army of trolls in front?"

This is actually a question that Colin has been thinking about just now.

And I had some thoughts, and now I saw Earl Dawson ask, and replied:

"I think the army of trolls ahead should not be our top target for attack."

"Then what is?"

"Wolf Cavalry!" Colin breathed out a sip of wine and said confidently:

"In this flat and wide ice field terrain, only cavalry can deal with cavalry. Therefore, the troll wolf cavalry is the only threat to the black cavalry. As long as they are found and annihilated first, the remaining troll army will be the lambs to be slaughtered."

Earl Dawson clapped his hands and praised with a smile:

"Knight Bliss is right, you are indeed born to be suitable for the battlefield."
Chapter completed!