Chapter 134： Northward

On the trail in the forest, a team of about fifty people was slowly moving southward.

Approaching noon, the team stopped and camped by a stream.

"Brother, get up, it's time for lunch!"

Anna shook Count Evan several times, but found that the other party was still quiet.

She raised her eyebrows, squeezed her pink fist, and slammed it **** Count Evan's lower abdomen.

"Ahhhhh!"

Poor Count Evan was spit out by this seemingly understatement.

After being overwhelmed for a while, Count Evan panted and looked back at his violent sister: "You had such a bad temper early in the morning?"

"It's early? It's noon!"

Count Evan waved his hand weakly: "What's the difference?"

"It's ready to eat, do you want to eat?"

"Eat, eat!" Count Evan struggled to get up.

He knew that if he didn't eat now, his cruel sister would really make him hungry until night.

After all, it was a member of the Saint-Pros family traveling. Even in the wild, the lunch was very rich, but the atmosphere was a bit stagnant.

After returning to Silvermoon City without success, everyone's mood has never been mentioned.

Of course, except for Evan Evan.

He is still the same heartlessly, just drinking alcohol all day long.

Just when everyone had finished their lunch and packed their things to start again, the sentry rider who had gone out to investigate the surrounding situation suddenly turned back.

Moreover, he brought back one more person.

"Master Earl, this is the messenger of the Pegasus Legion."

The Pegasus Legion is the direct army of the Saint Prolos family, the lord of the east, and has always been in the hands of the Duke of Saint Prolos.

However, in recent years, the Duke of Saint-Pross has also begun to deliberately exercise his eldest son, Marquis Vincent, and put the daily training of the Pegasus Army into his hands.

"Oh? Why are you here?" Evan Evan's sleepy eyes brightened instantly, as if he was awake all of a sudden.

"Master Earl, Master Marquis Vincent is in Shadow Canyon at this time. He has just led the Pegasus Legion to fight with the Black Cavalry in the North and won! I just want to pass this good news back to Bailu City. "

"Black Cavalry? You won?" Count Evan's eyes almost widened, as if he had heard a story like a fantasy.

"Yes, Lord Earl, we defeated the Black Cavalry! Moreover, we captured the Marquis Garcia!" The messenger's face flushed with excitement and shouted.

"Really? Big brother actually defeated the Marquis Garcia? It's too powerful!" Anna cried excitedly when she heard the words.

But Evan frowned instead.

Although he and his eldest brother are usually a little uncomfortable, he still doesn't feel jealous at this time.

He just perceives something wrong keenly.

Count Evan knows exactly how capable his elder brother is.

Can he defeat the marquis Garcia?

How does this sound like a big lie.

"Where is the Pegasus Army stationed now?"

"It's in Shadow Canyon."

"Go, let's go and see!"

The sky above Shadow Canyon is still shrouded in thick smoke.

The stone walls on both sides of the canyon are also burnt.

Crows and vultures were flying in groups over the canyon, falling into the valley in darkness, vying with the beasts in the mountains for corpses everywhere.

At a glance, the scene was exceptionally terrifying.

When Count Evan and his party came here, the blood on their faces almost choked them.

Until then, Evan finally believed that his elder brother might really have defeated the Black Cavalry.

"Evan, Anna, haha, here you are! Hard work all the way!"

As soon as they met, the Marquis of Vincent greeted his brother and sister with a red face.

The first heir of the Saint-Pros family is now in high spirits.

Defeating the Black Cavalry of Marquis Garcia, Marquis Vincent feels that he has become one of the top generals in the empire.

"Brother, congratulations! Father will be proud of you when he knows about it!" Anna sincerely congratulated her brother.

Evan Evan is different.

He congratulated him perfunctorily, and then immediately raised his own question: "Brother, how did you introduce the Marquis of Garcia into Shadow Canyon?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Anyway, in this battle, the Black Cavalry was almost completely destroyed, and even the Marquis Garcia was captured by me. What else do you have to say about such a record?"

Count Evan certainly had something to say, and saw him growl angrily: "The ability to introduce Marquis Garcia into such a Jedi is obviously a problem within the Black Cavalry. Even if you don't say it, I can guess it. .

But since you already have such a plan, why don't you tell me in advance?

I can cooperate with you in Silvermoon City to perfect this plan even better!

You can even take this opportunity"

"Enough!" Marquis Vincent interrupted his brother forcefully, "You didn't accomplish anything in Silvermoon City, so do you still blame me? Don't you always claim to be incomparable? Why do you still seek my help? "

Count Evan sighed secretly in his heart.

He understood that the reason why his brother didn't tell him these plans was because he was afraid of himself and didn't want him to share the credit.

But such fear not only chilled Evan, but also made him angry.

Facing the threat of foreign enemies, the Saint-Pros family couldn’t work together, instead they were calculating each other.

Taking a deep breath, Count Evan forcibly suppressed his anger, and his tone gradually became indifferent: "Then, my good brother, how many troops did you bring with you this time?"

"Two hundred thousand army."

"What about now? How much is left?"

The Marquis of Vincent suffocated slightly, but then said pretendingly and forcefully: "There are still hundreds of thousands."

"Is it hundreds of thousands?" Count Evan continued to ask Along the way, he had already seen the scene of wounded soldiers and depressed atmosphere in the camp. It was not like just winning. What an army in a big victory should look like.

The eyes of the Marquis of Vincent a little dodged: "The specific casualty statistics have not been completed yet. Why do you ask these questions? How can there be undead in war? Especially the annihilation of a powerful northern army like the Black Cavalry, how can it not pay a certain price? ?"

Count Evan is a confirmation this time

His elder brother had only won a tragic victory despite taking advantage of the time and place.

What has not been counted yet?

It is estimated that the damage of the 200,000 army is almost half.

With such a battle loss ratio, Evan Evan did not know whether he should lament the fragility of the Eastern Army, or should shock the black cavalry's terrible destructive power when facing desperation.

But no matter what, he was sure of one thing that his brother had been used as a knife.

It is a pity that the Marquis of Vincent is still smug now, immersed in the false aura of victory, completely unaware of this.

Count Evan suddenly felt tired, and asked, "Where is the Marquis Garcia? Can I see him?"

"He was seriously injured, so why not be in a coma? Evan, you and Anna are responsible for escorting him back to Bailu City and handing it over to his father for disposal.

In addition, there were a lot of wounded soldiers in this battle, and you are responsible for leading back to Bailu City. "

"What about you?" Count Evan suddenly had an ominous premonition again.

The Marquis of Vincent stood out, and put on a look like a bamboo in his chest: "I will march northward, attack Silvermoon City, and hold the half-elf kingdom firmly in my hands!"

Count Evan wanted to dissuade him, but when he reached his lips, he turned into:

"Okay, brother, then I will wait for your triumphant return in Bailu City!"