Chapter 43

Under the dim night sky, the fire in Whitley manor continued to burn, and the air was gradually filled with the smell of deteriorated meat, mixed with the smell of rusty blood.

Near the uplifted hill, a young girl in a black magic robe stood quietly, staring at the scene like purgatory in front of her. The dark red ribbon wound around her belly and the long blond hair of her shawl danced with the winter wind.

Baron Emerson approached carefully from the night. He looked up and nodded to the iron thorn cavalry guarding around him. Then he bowed his head and said, "Miss Angelina, everyone has been executed!"

The cold wind blows, and the atmosphere is silent. Occasionally, the sound of burning fire nearby will quietly approach.

The blonde turned her body slightly, and a layer of gauze covered her face. Her exposed blue eyes were as dazzling as emerald, and there was a kind of magic to see through the hearts of the people.

"Well done, uncle Emerson!"

"Thank you for Miss Angelina's praise, which is what I should have done." Baron Emerson hung his head and looked at the green grass, afraid to make any change.

"Then please uncle Emerson deal with this place and don't leave any evidence. I don't want the old guys in the noble Council to make things to lanvasul castle." Angelina stroked her blond hair and her soft voice had an irresistible command tone.

At first, the noble Parliament was a free parliament spontaneously formed by a group of great nobles in order to protect their own rights and interests from being eroded by many temples in the era of the gods.

After countless years of development, the noble Council has become a behemoth. Even if the Jeffrey family is a hereditary Duke family of stoke Kingdom, it can not escape the constraints of the noble Council. If the noble Council finds evidence tonight, it will inevitably make trouble for a long time.

"Yes, Miss Angelina!" Baron Emerson nodded quickly and bowed away.

"The scenery is beautiful tonight. I hope it won't be too bad in irvindale town!"

Angelina turns around again and faces the burning Whitley manor. The burning flame is reflected in her crystal blue eyes. She seems to think of something and show a funny smile.

"Modrian Peris, I didn't expect that you acted well in Peris castle. You cheated so many people, including me."

"I'm looking forward to this meeting. How will the once mediocre struggle in front of fate?"

The next day, the bloody incident outside Lafarge city was discovered by passing caravans. The urgent city guard blocked the ashed Whitley manor and did not allow anyone to approach.

Even with the suppression of Lafarge's nobles, it still couldn't stop the news from floating to the whole northern cold region with the first snow after the winter season.

Ordinary civilians and businessmen may not know, but the upper class nobles found an unusual smell. It seems that there is a light haze over the northern part of the Kingdom, which can't be seen and felt clearly, but it holds everyone's throat so accurately that it is breathless.

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The snow and ice are falling at the beginning, and the white snowflakes are falling all over the middle of the mountain, with some magnificent fantasy snow scenery.

After breakfast, modrian came to the conference hall on the first floor and found that dreus and SAIN had been waiting early. When he saw modrian, he got up and bent down to salute.

"Dreus, has anything happened?" mordrian asked, sitting on the throne and looking at dreus on his left hand.

"Late last night, the war masons found traces of the enemy twenty miles away from the town of irvindale, and they are expected to reach the foot of the tunwobao mountain tomorrow afternoon." dreus nodded slightly, with a trace of killing in his cold words.

"Is the Jeffrey family so eager to restore their reputation? Lord Whitley's resentment hasn't dissipated yet." modrian frowned. He didn't expect the iron thorn cavalry corps to come so quickly. He tapped the table with his right hand and looked up at dreus and SAIN.

"According to the plan, it's time to let the flag of the Knox Empire fly high!"

"Yes, Lord modrian," said dreus and SAIN, with a slight excitement in their tone. War and killing are deeply engraved in the blood of every noxan.

For himself, modrian is very self-aware. Professional things should be done by professional people. Whether dreus or SAIN, they were once the commander-in-chief of the Knox empire. There must be nothing wrong with this confrontation.

"Are all the supplies ready?" modrian asked, looking at the second crane on the right hand side.

"It's all ready, just..." crane flipped the notebook in front of him, which recorded a lot of things. Finally, he hesitated and raised his concerns.

"However, according to the supply of war materials this time, the financial support of dug Fort may be less than a month."

Modrian nodded gently. For the lack of funds, there is only one result of this war, that is, victory, so as to win a broader living space for the future.

"Arrange it, and the victory will eventually belong to us."

At the end of the morning parliament, the crowd dispersed. Modrian looked at the white snowflakes falling outside and walked out of the Council hall alone.

When the trefari soldiers in charge of the security of the main Fort saw modrian, they put their left hand on their chest and saluted. (heavy armor is integrated with the chest and waist, and can't bend down basically)

With a slight nod, modrian stood on the steps of the main fort, feeling the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on him. The dig fort in the field of vision was no longer cold, and the walking Knox soldiers could be seen everywhere, with a faint smell of prosperity.

These are all caused by the temporary task released by the system shortly after Lambert left that day, and it is also the source of the current financial problems of trentworth.

[temporary task: destiny of war!]

[task reward: random arms card * 5]

[mission introduction: the horn of war has sounded, and the strength of the Empire of Knox will be demonstrated. Listen! The war drum will drown the enemy's cry, and blood and bones will pave the way for the glory of Knox.]

The world of the law of the jungle is so cold and ruthless. For this, modrian has no choice and has no choice.

In order to ensure the victory of this war, [Knox Empire cavalry * 300], [war Mason * 10] and [trefari Legion soldiers * 10], all arms cards are called to use!

And the strength of the Knox Empire did not disappoint modrian, especially the trefari Legion soldiers. They are worthy of being the best and most loyal soldiers of the Knox empire. Everyone's strength has reached the peak of knighthood, and even several of them are faintly stronger than Gregory.

"The war has begun!" modrian stretched out his right hand, gently caught the falling snowflakes and melted slowly under the temperature of his hand.