"Kazahfolhuri!"
The sound of the war cry shook the earth.
When hordes of Redon appear on the vast plains, their intimidation is limitless.
Not to mention, they were almost in the position of a bunch of lost dogs, fighting for a corner of someone else's territory.
It can be seen that when the two warring parties, Count Myrne of the Kingdom of Verdusan and Duke Andeff of the Kingdom of Camillian, saw this unexpected army at the same time, they both shed cold sweats, thinking that the situation was over.
They all regard this unknown Leyton people as reinforcements for each other.
Laurent did not have enough experience in commanding an army. Lord Masafy, who had followed two kings on campaigns, was more suitable to lead the army. Laurent followed Lord Masafy closely, observing every order and every movement of the latter on the battlefield. .
"Array up! Boys!" Master Masaphi yelled, swearing a few curse words.
Those curse words aroused the emotions of the warriors. While they turned to speak vulgar words to the enemy, they began to set up their giant axes and shields in an orderly manner.
Unlike the other ethnic groups in the Northern Territory, the Leidun people who resisted the invasion of the Shaqipo people under the leadership of their late kings had far better organizational capabilities than ordinary fishing, hunting, and nomadic peoples.
Coupled with the fact that there was only the Griffin clan at this time, the Garda warriors quickly formed rows of battle formations and advanced towards the center of the battlefield.
"Green flag, green! You beasts with long eyes, stare at the green flag and charge!" Master Masafi shouted.
The Garda warriors roared to the sky with war cries. They were about to vent their grievances about being insulted by Master Masaphi on the enemy.
Master Massaphi pressed the wooden handle of the battle ax and said to Luo Lun: "Look, Third Prince, these guys need to be insulted to be brave, and the more they insult, the braver they become."
Laurent nodded slightly.
The two sides fighting on the battlefield were in a stalemate. When the Garda warriors appeared on the plains, both sides fell into panic.
The same is true for Duke Anderf, who is already preparing to order a withdrawal to avoid irreversible losses.
However, to the Duke's surprise, this group of northern barbarians marched straight towards Earl Myrne's army.
Immediately afterwards, what surprised him even more was that the march of the northern barbarians was extremely orderly, and the formation was fast and not chaotic. Such a posture, placed in the northern tribes who make a living by longships, is very surprising. Very rare.
Soon, the Duke saw that under the leader's military order, the northern barbarians holding swords, axes and shields rushed into Earl Myrne's army.
Myrne's army, which had already consumed a lot of its vitality in the stalemate, was instantly reduced to chaos when faced with the charge of formations and the brave Leyton people who were not afraid of death.
Under the light of swords and shadows, countless peasant levies were washed to pieces.
In the Earl's army, there were only dozens of knights and their attendants struggling to support themselves, and Laurent saw Earl Myrne charging forward with an ax in his hand, trying to break up the Redon people's formation.
This trick may be useful in front of the lords' levies, but when faced with the barbaric and vulgar Leydon people, they will never be intimidated by the lords wearing armor and riding good horses.
Under the curse of Master Masaphi, the Garda warriors used their giant axes and shields and charged directly at the enemy's horses.
These knights, who had spent a lot of energy in the previous battle, were quickly defeated by the giant ax and shield wall. The horse's legs were cut off, the knights were thrown away, and they fell heavily to the ground. In the hands of the violent Garda warriors, those who dared to make any movement had their breath cut off.
The raid ended quickly, and Duke Androff watched blankly as the Garda warriors neatly cleaned up the enemy and captured a large number of prisoners of war alive, including Earl Myrne.
Duke Andev immediately ordered the army to withdraw from the battlefield and try to avoid more contact with this group of northern barbarians, so as not to irritate these brave barbarians.
After he saw that the Leyton people had settled down on the battlefield and had no intention of continuing to attack, he thought to himself for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, Duke Andev saw a young man in armor coming forward from a distance.
Compared to the leader who had just commanded the army, this calm young man in armor had a rare demeanor.
Prince Androff bullied his horse forward, and the chestnut horse took him to the center of the battlefield. He grabbed the beast, who looked up to the sky and howled before stopping his hooves.
"Who are you, my lord? Whose lord?" Duke Androff looked down at him and shouted, "I greet you!"
I saw the young man placing his long sword on the ground, standing upright, his dark gray cloak swaying in the wind.
"Should you dismount?" the young man said calmly, "so that I can pay my respects to you."
Duke Andev frowned, and now he really realized that this man was different from other northern barbarians, and his words contained noble dignity.
The Duke dismounted, his boots hitting the dirt.
Then, he saw the young man in front of him bowing and saluting, and the Duke returned the salute.
"There are not many northerners who understand our etiquette." The Duke was amazed and said: "And you are the most respectable one."
"Despite this, your magnanimity is still worth learning from." Luo Lun replied calmly.
After the words fell, Duke Andev became curious about the third prince in front of him. He looked up and down. He was upright and slightly tall. His face could only be described as refined, and the most noteworthy thing was his eyes, which were indifferent and self-respecting. , full of wisdom.
Simply a living monarch.
Duke Andeff sighed in his heart, and he said: "I am Duke Andeff, Andeff's Andeff."
The duke's name is the same as the domain.
Then the Duke asked: "Who are you?"
"Lauren of the Griffin Clan." Laurent said calmly: "I am about to hang my shield on the Earl's castle and be the protector of Myrne."
Prince Androff took a breath. This answer was beyond his expectation.
Laurent picked up the long sword that was on the ground, held the scabbard with one hand, and looked into the distance: "I will open up my kingdom on this land."
Rao was Duke Anderf, and he had a strange look on his face for a moment.
"You want to cast a new crown? A crown from the Northern Territory?" Duke Andev frowned.
The war horse beside him neighed twice and lowered his head to sip the blood on the ground.
The Duke continued: "Well, this is really...only the Lord knows what you think?"
Laurent ignored the Duke's surprise and looked at the horse beside the Duke.
"I think we can work together, Duke."
Prince Androff fell into deep thought upon hearing this.
"We can serve your Kingdom of Camilia, as long as you help me gain a foothold here."
Lauren made the exact request word for word, without any twists and turns.
Duke Androff raised his face, and under the solemn sun in the forest, he seemed to see a newly-fledged, snake-hunting gryphon.
