Lord of the Oasis

Regarding the enquiry of the knight lord in front, how dare the militiamen in Nali village conceal everything and explain everything they knew, even the village chief said that they had collected silver coins.

But this knight as the captain of the guard did not say much.

The village can already accept any outsiders to rest.

For example, when caravans traveling between the northern and eastern junior leaders, or the mercenaries looking for ways, most of them spent money to stay in the village of Nari when they came to Avilesburg.

After all, the rights of the Treasurer also include taxation, and spending money on accommodation can also provide taxation, which is a good thing that can generate income.

Just the guests who came this time.

There are too many people.

The knight as the captain of the guard frowned and whispered: "5oo more cavalry, this is really a lot."

More than a lot, these militiamen do not have many concepts, but for this knight who was born in the noble family of the East County leader, it is of course understandable that if these 5oo cavalrymen took the opportunity to attack Avilsburg, it was not a small event.

Perhaps in the case of a cavalry raid, the undetected guards outside the castle will be wiped out by the whole army!

Moreover, among these cavalry, there are knights and servants.

Even a knight!

From the spoken language of these militiamen, it is possible to describe the equipment of the cavalry, which can be guessed, or even more elite troops than they are currently guessing here!

It is indeed not trivial.

The knight's mind suddenly appeared a little lucky.

"You are waiting here."

A moment of contemplation.

He ordered these militiamen, and at the same time made a glance at the guards on both sides, holding the five militiamen from the village of Nari firmly, then turned around and quickly went to the castle.

He could not decide this kind of thing, he had to tell Viscount Gibran.

Back to the castle.

He quickly went to the room where Viscount Gibran was.

It's only 9 o'clock at night, and it's not time to sleep. This is one of the reasons why he dared to come to report.

As usual, Viscount Gibran will fall asleep at about 1o:3o, and will hand over part of the night work to the castle butler and the knight on duty tonight, except for major events.

After all, this veteran who has passed the age of 6o is no longer young.

"Dangdang."

The door was knocked gently.

As the captain of the guard on duty tonight, he reported to Shen Shenghui outside the door: "Master Gibran, in the village of Nari, south of the castle, I have encountered some difficult things. I can't make a decision, so I hope you can solve the puzzle."

There was a slight silence in front of the door.

Only the guards wearing chain mail on both sides seemed to have no difference, standing straight with their swords and shields.

A moment later.

There was finally a voice inside the door.

With a bit of hoarseness and exhaustion, and rigidity that can't be covered: "Bert Lime, if you can't make an accurate decision, then you must have encountered a critical problem. Let's talk about it, the village of Nali What's up."

"Yes."

Bertlem nodded, and then opened the door.

And a burly figure wearing a distinguished costume and white head came out from the inside of the room, sitting on the main seat, with a Chinese character face and a firm face, but the white patterns on the temples and the old lines on the corners of the eyebrows made him look a little bit more. The vicissitudes of time, just like the lions of old age, are powerful, but still helpless to the circulation of years.

"Master Gibran."

Bertlem stepped on the door quickly and bowed respectfully.

It is the owner of Avilesburg.

Viscount Gibran!

"Ok."

Nodding slightly, Viscount Gibran waved his hands without gesture.

Sitting on the throne, his face calmly said: "Nari Village, if I remember correctly, it is the village where the caravan is often stationed. Do they see strange troops?"

"Yes." Bertlem nodded. "A group of mercenaries is here."

"Continue." Viscount Gibran remained calm.

"They are all cavalry, strange faces, and there are between 5oo and 6oo people. The militias in the village of Nari noticed something was wrong, and they took advantage of the night and came to the castle to report first."

Bertlem detailed: "Cavalry mercenary regiments I have never seen before."

"It's really interesting"

Viscount Gibran narrowed his eyes slightly.

He obviously also noticed the difference in this discourse.

After a moment of contemplation, he raised his head. Although the whole person was old, the momentum of the battle on the battlefield was like a lion fighting for life: "If you compare Count Agatha's Stormwind Mercenary Corps?"

"Storm mercenary..."

Bert Lime stunned and immediately frowned, thinking, "It should be better."

His answer was a bit vague, but when thinking of the militia, he still said: "It should be said that it is definitely not as good. In that strange mercenary regiment, there should not be many knights and servants, most of them are ordinary cavalry."

Viscount Gibran still asked calmly, "What kind of ordinary cavalry is that?"

"Not very similar to the traditional cavalry of the Principality..."

Bertrim hesitated.

After serious thinking, he solemnly said: "It is a more powerful horse, wearing iron-clad leather armor, a linen robe, a weapon of about 2 meters in length, a spear, a skin shield, and a waist bend. Knife."

Gibran said: "Look at this equipment, similar to the barbarian people in the west wasteland."

Bertlem nodded slightly, "It's true, it's very similar to the barbarians, especially the machete. The barbarians' cavalry likes to use this kind of thing."

What they said is naturally the wilderness of the extreme west.

Covered by snow and ice all year round.

Occupied by aliens.

For example, Orcs and Jackals are common in the wilderness in the way of tribes.

However, there are also human beings, but without the civilized degree of the Principality of the Lion and the Silver Plate Kingdom, as well as the several princes further south, they simply existed in the form of tribes, and were also ignorant and uncivilized.

Therefore, all the human countries call the humans in the western wilderness as barbarians, and they are regarded as barbarians just like the aliens.

Gather together to keep warm together.

Form a unique force.

Although no alliances were formed, various races and tribes also had internal friction wars, but occasionally when the frost and cold winter in the west was too violent, they would also form troops to come to the East County to plunder.

It's just that the slightest skill is nothing compared to the well-trained nobles of the Principality of the Lions.

There is no level of army combat.

Although he can win several small victories by blood surge.

But throughout the ages, usually these coalitions of barbarians and alien tribes were defeated to the end.

After countless battles, the East County leader apparently has a higher understanding of those barbarians, such as the use of a skinned round shield, likes to use a powerful scimitar that does not require too much skill.

Viscount Gibran, as a leading general in the East, naturally fought the barbarians in the wilderness several times.

"If you want to come like this."

Bertlem thought slightly.

Suddenly he looked up to Viscount Gibran and couldn't help but be surprised: "Are they barbarians in the wilderness of the wilderness? They have begun to infiltrate our East County leader!"

"perhaps."

Viscount Gibran nodded.

This is not uncommon.

Those barbarians on the wasteland are, after all, human beings, and are inherently more intelligent than aliens.

Even without civilization and civilization, there is a possibility of learning.

What's more, after fighting for a long time with the Eastern Junling of the Duchy of the Lions, it has not been 3 years since the last war. The whole line that was beaten collapsed, and the turtle was retracted back into the wilderness to lick the wound.

Now that I feel the strength of the human race of the Principality of the Lions, it is no surprise that I want to learn advanced military technology.

The most critical.

Those barbarians did this.

They used to send people to learn, but they didn't feel the connection between the lion's principality and the noble ranks of the human nations. They came to learn as fugitive slaves, and finally they were felt by the nobles. come out.

He even bribed some nobles with heavy money and successfully learned something.

Although not critical.

Can still successfully change the military structure of barbarians.

It is said that now the tribes of the wilderness have begun to conquer, taking advantage of the skills learned from the Principality of the Lion and the Kingdom of the Silver Plate to conquer some low-level aliens.

For example, the Snowfield Ratmen became slaves of the barbarians, and whenever they charged, they would also serve as servants.

That is, the cannon fodder of the poor people in the human kingdom~www.readwn.com~ can't carelessly. "

Viscount Gibran waved his hand and still ordered: "Call the troops, let's go and see."

Sighing slightly, he looked at Bertrim, who he most admired, and said to the young knight who hadn't been with him for a long time: "Call your brothers, I don't want to have too many accidents."

"Yes." Bertlem nodded immediately.

The horn was blown.

Slightly hurried, it was the call horn of Avilesburg.

At the same time, the gate of the castle was opened, 3oo name wearing chain mail, fully armed knight servants quickly rushed out with a spear, led by 5 knights wearing more sophisticated chain armor.

Including Viscount Gibran.

His gray head was blown away by the cold wind and scattered behind the old face, just like the mane of a lion.

"let's go!"

Long sword front finger.

The crotch warhorse moved forward, and this unit came out.

Although he did not bring more people, but with this unit, at least not ordinary barbarian cavalry can resist, after all, all heavy cavalry wearing chain mail armor, or knight servants, elite trained after charge and melee combat, in The battlefield of the Principality of the Lions is one of the main forces!

The Viscount Gibran was confident, and he could rely on the troops he led, even if he did not gain trust with the other party, to be able to settle down with each other, after all, the hard power is here.

To ensure safety, all his disciples have been brought over.

Three of them are still knights.

This is his heritage.

By the time, with the cooperation of these three knights, they will be able to withstand 2oo knight servants. If the enemy is timid, the combat capabilities of these three knights can even destroy the enemy.

In the male lion, this is already an elite force!

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