On the narrow and barren plain, there was a cavalry team moving forward silently on the slightly muddy trade road. The dark armor absorbed the falling moonlight. If it weren't for the breathing and horse hooves of the red war horses, the existence of this cavalry would not have even been discovered.

"Mr. Worthman!"

The rapid sound of horse hooves came from far to near. A Noxus Empire cavalry controlled the reins and turned over and slid down from the horse's back, half-kneeling in front of Vosman, panting.

"The town of Irvingdale was hit by an explosion and was in chaos. Then a large number of enemies approached the town of Irvingdale, with unknown numbers. It is speculated that there are more than 1,000 people, and now it has surrounded the city gates of the town."

Upon hearing this, Worthman's expression suddenly became heavy, and he signaled the soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion beside him to take out the map, which was a strategic map drawn in detail by the war stonemason.

"Good idea, it seems that the commander of the noble coalition this time is somewhat strategic." Worthman's gaze was staring at the town of Irvingdale on the east side of the map. Do you want to ambush reinforcements?

"Have you informed General Dryus?" Worthman asked.

"It's already arranged." The Noxus Empire cavalry nodded and said. "There will be specific information later, and we will still leave people to observe the enemy's next move."

"Are there any siege weapons?" Vosman asked suddenly as if he remembered something.

"Some, from a distance, seem to be bed crossbows, and some equipment for war horses to ship, which is likely to be trenchers." The Knight of the Noxus Empire reported.

"This is a bit difficult. I wonder if Gregory can last until General Drayus arrives." Vosman lifted up his armor, showed his heavy face, then looked up at the dark night, and inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

The timing of war is difficult to grasp. Sometimes, once you can't grasp it, it is the turning point of a battle.

It is more about testing a commander's ability to appear on the spot and his vision to seize opportunities.

"Tell me the order, Noxus is ready for battle!" As if he made up his mind, Vosman said to the soldiers of the Choifali Legion beside him.

"It's time to let these nobles see the true spirit of the Noxus Empire!"

Half an hour later, Worthman led the Noxus cavalry through the narrow plains, getting closer and closer to the town of Irvingdale.

The dim moonlight shines on the earth, and the vision is blurry and it is not real at all. Even extraordinary professionals have very limited vision.

But out of the inevitability of this war, the nobles rarely sent enough scouts to guard and patrol the surroundings.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves attracted the attention of the scouts immediately. With blurred vision, they did not know the number of cavalrymen moving forward.

Some rookies who have not experienced blood baptism have stepped forward rashly for the so-called military merits. Although they acted recklessly, the instructions of the knight instructors are still vivid in their minds, and they maintain a sufficient retreat distance.

Step! Step! Step! Step!

The heavy and swift sound of horse hooves splashed the soil. Under the bleak moonlight, a cavalry in black armor could be seen leaving the main team, and then rushed towards the scouts approaching.

Ha, do you want to keep us?

The noble scouts who came forward rashly looked at the cavalry team of only ten people, and showed surprise and anger, so they could taste the taste of riding a gun.

This is a group of unqualified scouts, at least one-tenth of the other than the Iron Thorn Cavalry, because they have not yet understood the meaning of scouts.

Sharp!

The scouts' battle started at the first time, and two torrents passed by.

Then the outcome was decided, and dozens of corpses were left on the muddy ground, basically from those arrogant noble scouts.

The winner's Noxus Empire cavalry did not pursue the only remaining scouts who fled in panic. No, they were not called scouts at all, but just a group of pitiful, frightened cavalry.

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

North Gate of Irvingdale Town.

Viscount Oneons rode his war horse and watched the town of Irvingdale, trapped in the fire of war. On the towering tower, a towering figure attracted his attention.

"Great Knight!" Viscount Onions whispered. "It seems that the Knight Modrian still has a lot of strength hidden."

"If he is given a certain amount of time, he will indeed become another emerging noble in the north of the kingdom, a noble who has been independent from the Perris family."

"But aren't these still expected by Lord Viscount?" The crisp sound of horse hooves mixed with complimentary words rang behind the back.

"Barrett, did something happen?" Viscount Onines turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was getting closer. The delicate silver armor was a little conspicuous in the night.

"Yes, Lord Viscount Onions, the opponent's reinforcements are coming, and they are very fast, and they will arrive here in about two quarters of an hour."

Baron Barret said slightly, and it was amazing that during the bend, the silver armor was not at all bound, as if there was no obstacle, and it easily formed an arc.

"So what you want?" asked Viscount Oneons asked a little surprise in his eyes covering up.

"It's time to put some pressure on the town of Irvingdale, otherwise it will affect our plans." Baron Barrett said in a deep voice.

After countless years of changes and countless war conflicts, the military literacy here is no less than that of the earth. It is just part of this aristocratic plan.

"Since you have attracted the enemy, then start the next plan." Viscount Onines nodded slightly and said. The opening of this game made people feel a little excited.

"Next, let's see the performance of the Barrett Light Cavalry, hoping to win the first victory and glory for us."

The Barret Light Cavalry, a cavalry named after Barrett, is a light cavalry with a frontal combat power no less than that of the heavy cavalry. Five of the centurions are veteran knights, more than a dozen knights, and other extraordinary professionals recruited.

"I'll give you a good word!" Baron Barrett saluted again and left quietly.

Viscount Onions looked up at the aristocratic coalition forces that were ready around him. His heads were covered with white hair whirling slightly with the night breeze. He was bound to win the victory of this war and no one could stop it.

"Bennett, arrange it and start the attack!"

"Yes!" Bennett Creggie said respectfully, then turned around and rode his war horse to the gathering place not far away.

A large number of shouts sounded in the dim night, and the resting soldiers began to move one after another, and the heavy crossbow slowly advanced towards the town of Irvingdale under the night sky.

Surrounding the crossbow, there are 500 elite infantrymen in this noble coalition.

Meanwhile, the wooden cart that was towed by mules and horses was lifted up to reveal the exquisite equipment, and then dozens of dwarves and goblins appeared to assemble the trencher provided by the Rivodin Blacksmith Shop.

Soon, trenchers stood on the open space like giant steel beasts. This was a war weapon born for a special battlefield, and the hard steel contrasted with the dim moonlight.
Chapter completed!