The Witcher: From the Academy of Knights

Chapter 111 War
New calendar 826 years, cold winter, December.

The Principality of Taal, Peak Mountain Canyon.

The vast snow-covered land, the winding canyon like a snake path, is the only way to the king's capital. The northern army led by Hester is currently stationed in the open space above the canyon.

In the sky, snowflakes are sprinkled profusely.

In a tent, a charcoal fire was burning in the stove, dispelling the surrounding cold. Hester stood in front of the sand table, his eyes flashed with thought.

The war with the fourth prince, Gallon, has been going on for several months.

However, from beginning to end, both sides were only tentative attacks.

Neither Hester nor Galen seemed to have the intention of fighting to the death with each other.

"What's the gallon waiting for?"

Histor frowned slightly. The eastern border army led by Gallon was heading towards the capital, but since it was intercepted by the northern border army in the peak mountain valley, the opponent did not launch a violent attack.

It's winter now.

The army led by Gallon is well-disciplined, but they live in the hot eastern region all year round. Fighting in the harsh winter is not what they are good at.

Instead, soldiers of the North are winter warriors.

The colder the weather, the more obvious the advantage of the northern soldiers. The fourth prince, Gallon, would understand this, but the other party seemed not in a hurry.

That's why Hester wondered what Galen was waiting for.

call!
Just as Histor was thinking, a gust of cold wind poured in from outside, and Myrcella, who was dressed in scarlet armor, strode into the tent.

"Your Highness!"

Myrcella bowed and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "When I was patrolling just now, I found a group of soldiers from the Eastern Region who seemed to want to go around the canyon to the capital, and they have all been arrested now."

"How many people?" Hester frowned.

"Not many, about 50 people." Myrcella replied.

Histor frowned slightly.

If there were only fifty soldiers, even if they could successfully cross the peak mountain gorge and reach the capital, it might not be of much use.

Therefore, it seems pointless for Gallon to send these soldiers.

What's more, Fengshan Canyon is particularly steep.

If senior knights want to read it, there may be some opportunities, but for ordinary soldiers, it is almost like sending them to death.

"Bring someone up."

Histor pondered for a moment, planning to interrogate these soldiers first.

Myrcella nodded, and then sent someone to bring the captives up.

There were 50 Eastern soldiers trying to cross the Fengshan gorge, but in the process, some fell from the gorge.

Therefore, there are only more than 20 people left today.

"Your Majesty!"

Myrcella said coldly, and under the escort of several northern soldiers, the prisoners knelt down one after another.

"Tell me, what does Gallon want to do?" Histor asked quietly.

There was silence in the tent.

"Do not say?"

Hester frowned, and said coldly: "Come here, first cut off the hands and feet of these captives, and then hand them over to Goliath."

"I want to see, after all your skins are peeled off, can you still be as tough as you are now!"

Hearing Hester's words, the prisoners trembled.

"His Royal Highness, please forgive me..."

Inside the tent, a prisoner knelt and kowtowed, and said in a trembling voice, "We really don't know what His Royal Highness Gallen wants to do."

"He just asked us to cross the peak, mountain and canyon, and we don't have to resist if we encounter obstacles."

"No resistance?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Myrcella's eyes, and it was only then that she recalled that when she found out about this group of Eastern soldiers, they really didn't put up too much resistance.

Those soldiers who died in the east were all because they fell off the cliff while crossing the peak mountain canyon.

A trace of thought appeared on Hester's face.

The next moment, she suddenly remembered something, and stepped back quickly.

"Come on, take them..."

Before Histor finished speaking, the faces of the captives in the tent suddenly showed pain, and even their expressions became extremely ferocious.

"Protect Your Highness Histor!"

Myrcella noticed the abnormality, and decisively drew out the cross sword and beheaded a prisoner.

However, a cloud of black air suddenly surged out from the prisoner's body.

Immediately afterwards, all the prisoners fell to the ground in pain.

Clouds of black mist came out from their mouths and noses, heading straight for Histor, and in an instant, the tent fell into chaos.

……

The Duchy of Tar, the western border.

Night Crow City.

In the desolate land covered by ice and snow, an army slowly came from a distance. The knight at the head was handsome, wearing silver-white armor, showing a bit of nobility.

"That's White Wolf Knight Lan Nuo."

In the distance, Connard pointed forward, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and said: "An arrogant guy, but he has good strength."

Next to him, Sauron nodded slightly.

It had been three days since Littlefinger left, and the support from the northern border finally rushed over, and the western border army led by the blood lion knight Rokas was not far from Night Crow City.

"How is your injury?" Sauron turned his head and asked.

"Can't die."

Connard's complexion was pale. Since he followed Sauron to the western region, he had been injured countless times, and he could be described as lucky to be alive now.

However, Conrad has no regrets about this.

If he wants to break through the realm of high-level knights and become a great knight, he will naturally have to go through life and death honing. Although he escaped death in Yueshan City last time, Connard also felt a chance to break through.

Sauron nodded slightly and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

In the battle of Yueshan City, Konrad was seriously injured. If it wasn't for the potion he refined, the opponent might still be in a coma.

But even so, Connard's injury has not fully recovered, and compared with his peak period, his combat effectiveness has been reduced by at least two-thirds.

But fortunately, after such a long period of cultivation, Konrad's condition has begun to gradually recover.

In the distance, the army led by Knight Lano had arrived at Night Crow City.

"Thank you to the soldiers in the northern border for helping Night Crow City at this moment."

Sauron went up to meet him and said to Lan Nuo.

"You're welcome, everything is just an order from His Royal Highness."

Lan Nuo nodded slightly, and said softly: "My army has been marching for three days, and now we need a place to rest."

"no problem."

Sauron nodded, but he didn't care about Lan Nuo's attitude. He ordered the guards to open the city gate and welcome the northern army into the city.

It has long been known that the army from the north will arrive today, and Night Crow City has already arranged accommodation for them. Bachelor Frost has also prepared a banquet for Knight Lannor.

After all, today's Night Crow City desperately needs the help of the northern border army.

In the evening, at the banquet.

Bachelor Frost served as an entertainer and exchanged cups with the White Wolf Knight. Lan Nuo, as a nobleman, had outstanding talent and was quite arrogant at the same time.

Even in Night Crow City, he still has a somewhat superior attitude.

(End of this chapter)