In front of the town of Irvingdale.

The flames of war seemed to be in extinguishable, but the ready-made noble coalition reserved enough firewood for the war and was ready to ignite the burning bonfire again.

"So, you failed? Baron Barrett!"

Viscount Oneons quietly looked at the town of Irvingdale, who was in silence, and said in a weak tone, with no emotion seen in his deep eyes.

Three steps away, Baron Barrett, who had returned in a mess, heard the words, and his face was unwilling to show his face, but in the end, he lowered his head decadently and said silently: "Yes, I failed."

After the defeat, the winner was decided. The Barrett light cavalry was severely injured. The number of people who followed him to escape back was less than 100, and there were only 5 extraordinary professionals who survived.

The Barret Light Cavalry, once famous in the north of the Kingdom, has been in name only!

Perhaps more than that, Baron Barrett thought with a pale face. The failure of the Plains War lost him a chance to go further. Now he is a loser in the eyes of the noble alliance. Even if the war is won, the benefits he can obtain will be only a small part of.

However, once this war is defeated, his baron may fall into a lord, or even a palace noble.

This was something he did not allow. He had finally won the title of hard work. Before he could form a noble family, he was so devastated and silent. He was unwilling to accept it.

Looking back, Viscount Oneons saw Baron Barrett's face full of fear and reluctance at this moment, just a battle left the once brave warriors with haze.

"It is indeed commendable that the elite cavalry that can destroy the iron thorns. Unfortunately, this time it will eventually be swallowed up by the wave of war."

Viscount Onines thoughtfully, then looked directly at Baron Barrett and said, "The war has just entered the track and has not reached the end yet. Baron Barrett, you still have the possibility of changing the current situation, don't let me down!"

After saying that, Viscount Oneons stopped looking at Baron Barrett and turned to look at the Knight beside him.

"Bennett, let us know the rest of our partners, it's time to face the real battle, and the town of Irvingdale can be enjoyed as a post-victory dessert."

"Yes!" Bennett waved his hand and signaled that more than a dozen Creggie heavy cavalry disappeared into the night and galloped towards different directions.

With the order from Viscount Oneons, the noble coalition forces that had already surrounded the town of Irvingdale began to shrink their fronts. Except for a 300-man infantry team defending the enemy rushing out of the town, all the other soldiers slowly changed their formations.

Without confirming the movement of the cavalry under Modrian behind him, the noble coalition would not launch any further attack.

For some nobles who have experienced the Patriotic War, heavy cavalry is the king on the plains, and no one wants to try the charging flavor of heavy cavalry.

What's more, most of the soldiers here are guards in their fiefdom territory. Once there are heavy losses, even if the war wins, it will deeply affect the final gains.

.............

The glory of dawn opened the night, and a slight ray of fish belly gradually emerged in the sky, a faint mist rose, and the emerald green plains were covered with silver-white frost.

The waiting of the noble coalition was not in vain. A team of black cavalry slowly appeared on the plain as if crossing the sky. A white double-edged battle axe was painted on the red triangle flag floating in the wind.

"Driath, the Hand of Noxus! What a strange title."

Viscount Onions looked at the burly middle-aged man like a lion at the front of the cavalry. He carried a ferocious giant axe behind him, and his invisible momentum exuded an inexplicable horror.

According to the report of the hidden lines in the town of Irvingdale, Drayus's position in front of him is second only to the Knights of Modrian in the Dowborg, and has considerable autonomy.

Then Viscount Onions looked at the heavy cavalry team wearing black armor, a truly top cavalry team, even more elite than the heavy cavalry of the Ailan Falluo Empire he had seen in the Patriotic War.

Ask yourself, Craigie's heavy cavalry is far inferior to that, but a war cannot be determined by a heavy cavalry, otherwise what else would have to do with other troops?

For the victory of this war, for the fine iron ore veins of the Renver Mountains, and for the heavy cavalry who are good at impact and melee fighting, Viscount Oneons is making sufficient preparations.

"The stage has been set up, and the prelude to the war is time to kick off." Viscount Onines whispered, and the old and firm voice sounded at the right time.

"Tell me the order, the spearman comes forward, and the archer is ready!"

"yes!"

The messenger immediately turned around and left, and then a loud howling sound came from the array of the noble coalition forces.

"The spearman comes forward, the archer is ready!"

"The spearman comes forward, the archer is ready!"

When the interests required were consistent, the nobles in the alliance did not reject Viscount Oneons' orders and commanded their soldiers to quickly form a battle formation.

The most elite spearmen lined up in front, behind them were elite veterans, then new recruits who had not been bathed in the blood of war, and then the group of archers standing together.

This is a classic formation to resist heavy cavalry on the continent of Kaladimos, and is suitable for most cases.

After all, in the face of heavy cavalry charges, it is unrealistic to rely solely on the existence of infantry. The weight of war horses and cavalry alone is enough to knock any blocked infantry to the ground.

The formation of the noble coalition forces stood firm, and the situation of war was about to break out at this moment!

.............

In the southeast corner of the narrow plain, an emerald green thorn flag dances gently with the spring breeze, and the light of dawn falls on the quiet camp.

In the middle of the camp, a huge wild boar was mounted on the burning bonfire, with blazing flames baking, and the golden skin radiating the aroma of flesh.

Crunch!

The snow-white and sharp knife easily cut off a large piece of hot meat like a floating feather. Then, a fat palm stretched out and grabbed the golden piece of meat as if nothing had happened.

"Um~ Um, very delicious food, Hurst, do you want to try it?" The bald strong man sat cross-legged on the plain, chewing the pieces of wild boar in his mouth, the juice overflowed and the aroma of the meat drifted.

"No need, Lord Palitzer. The scheduled time is almost here, and it is time for us to set off for our destination." On the right side of the bald strong man stood a middle-aged man wearing dark green heavy armor, with his firm face full of helplessness.

"What's the matter that I'll do to promise that guy Alcott. As for the war between the noble coalition forces, what does it have to do with me?" Palitzer said indifferently, and the snow-white slashing knife flashed again, cutting off the fat pig's legs, and transparent grease dripped on the grass.

"I know their dirty thoughts, but whoever uses whom in the end depends on who is strong in their respective fists!"
Chapter completed!