When night fell, the snow finally stopped.
But this didn't mean that the most difficult time had passed.
In fact, it wasn't cold when it was snowing, but it was truly frightening after the snow.
Under the orders of Marquis García, the Black Cavalry set up camp and started a bonfire.
If they didn't warm themselves up and eat something warm, this army would probably suffer non-combat casualties.
Colin didn't squeeze into the tent, but instead huddled under the belly of the warhorse and warmed himself up by the fire.
In fact, the inside of the tent wasn't much warmer than under the belly of the horse, and it was more comfortable to be alone.
At least, no one would notice that he was drinking blood.
The blood was fox blood, which he had saved from an unlucky snow fox he had caught.
Of course, when Colin drank the blood, he also took out some hard jerky and took a few bites, so that no one would notice that he didn't eat normal food.
As he ate and drank, he thought about what Marquis García had said.
At that time, Colin didn't really understand, but the Marquis didn't explain in detail.
Colin didn't pursue the matter. After all, he couldn't ask about everything. That would make his student seem silly.
That's right, at this moment, Colin already considered himself as Marquis García's student.
Just as he was thinking about Marquis García's true intentions, a figure came over.
"Do you want some wine?"
With the help of the fire, Colin saw who it was.
It was Count Farran Dawson.
"Of course!" Colin took the wine bag from Count Dawson's hand and took a big gulp.
With one gulp, it was as if there was a fire burning from his throat to his stomach. That taste made him feel energetic.
"Refreshing! Good wine! "
Count Dawson laughed loudly and said proudly, "Of course, we dwarves don't dare to say that our wine is the best in the empire, but it's definitely the most powerful! It's especially suitable to drink in this damned weather! "
Compared to the five major races in this world, the dwarves weren't considered a big power.
They were scattered all over the Radiant Empire, and their total number was about one million.
Because they weren't strong, the dwarves had always been hugging the thighs of the humans, and considered themselves as a vassal race.
There were even some rumors that dwarves were actually a subspecies of humans.
However, this statement did not receive much approval.
This was because dwarves could not be baptized by the church's priests and become knights like humans.
Moreover, Knight was the exclusive profession of the human race.
Although the dwarves had always claimed to believe in the God of Light in order to better integrate into the human race, it was clear that the God of Light did not bestow his glory upon the dwarves.
As a result, the common Warrior class became the only choice for the Dwarves.
This profession, which was naturally limited in potential, made it impossible for the dwarves to produce real powerhouses.
Therefore, this was not a race known for their strength.
However, they were good at forging and brewing wine.
Especially forging, this skill made the dwarves very popular in the logistics department of the army.
However, the military merits of the logistics department were definitely not comparable to those of the soldiers who fought on the frontlines. Therefore, very few dwarves could rely on military merits to become nobles.
Not to mention a great noble like the count.
Thus, this Count Dawson was particularly eye-catching.
More importantly, his title was conferred by Marquis García.
Marquis García's foundation was in the Black Cavalry, and his vassals were all high ranking generals in the army.
However, he had conferred the title of count to a dwarf.
Moreover, this was the only count he had conferred.
This was very unusual.
The Black Cavalry was a pure cavalry army, and the dwarves' height limited their possibility of becoming outstanding cavalry.
Moreover, according to Colin's understanding, although Count Dawson was a Warrior, his rank was not high.
Therefore, Count Dawson's military merits did not depend on his strength.
In the Black Cavalry, Count Dawson seemed to be Marquis García's shadow.
Marquis García was the soul of this army, and the flag on the surface. Count Dawson, on the other hand, was the manager behind the scenes, maintaining the logistical support of this army as well as the tedious daily affairs.
Although Count Dawson's work was mostly unknown, he was able to be conferred the title of count by Marquis García. From this, one could see how important he was to the Black Cavalry.
Thus, after Colin entered the Black Cavalry, apart from Marquis García, the person he paid the most attention to was Count Dawson.
Because Marquis García looked at Colin in a different light, Count Dawson, who was the Marquis' shadow, was also very friendly towards Colin.
Thus, the two gradually became familiar with each other.
At this moment, Colin and Earl Dawson were curled up under the belly of the horse, each of them drinking wine and chatting about everything under the sun.
Count Dawson had followed Marquis García for half of his life, and had experienced all kinds of storms. He had always been successful in bragging.
But he did not expect that this time, Colin would steal the limelight.
Colin told Earl Dawson all kinds of myths and legends from the other world in a completely different way, scaring the Dwarf Earl to no end.
When Count Dawson asked him where he had read these stories, Colin said that he had heard them from a bard who had passed by Graycastle Town when he was a child.
Count Dawson obviously could not verify this, so he could only continue to listen to Colin's lies.
After a round of bragging, Colin felt much better.
"Now I understand why Marquis García values you so much."
"Hmm? Why? "
"Because you can brag!"
Colin laughed heartily. He obviously knew that the other party was joking.
However, his expression changed as he asked, "Count Dawson, do you really think that Marquis García values me because of this?"
Seeing Colin's serious expression, Count Dawson knew that he was asking sincerely. Thus, he stopped joking and asked, "Why do you think?"
Colin drank a mouthful of wine and thought for a moment before he said.
"It is either because of the battle at the Rapids River or because of Miss Vera. But … I don't think these two reasons are enough for Marquis García to take care of me like this, right? "
Indeed.
The Angele family was the vassal of the Duke Of St. Hilde, so Colin was simply an outsider to the Black Cavalry, who was completely under Marquis García's system.
No matter how outstanding Colin's war talent was during his escape, and no matter how good Miss Vera's impression of him was, it was not enough for Marquis García, who was the God of War on the Northern Frontier, to take care of an outsider like him.
Hearing this, Count Dawson nodded. Then, he shook his head and said mysteriously, "Hehe. You will know in the future. "
Colin was depressed. This kind of answer that left him hanging was the most annoying.
Before he could continue to ask, Count Dawson had already stiffly changed the topic. "Do you know why Marquis García did not continue to pursue the troll army in front?"
In fact, this was the question that Colin had been thinking about.
And he already had some ideas. At this time, when he heard Count Dawson's question, he replied.
"I think that the troll army in front should not be our priority target."
"Then, what is it?"
"The Wolf Cavalry!" Colin exhaled a breath of wine and said confidently.
"In this flat and wide terrain, only cavalry can deal with cavalry. Therefore, the troll Wolf Cavalry is the only threat to the Black Cavalry. As long as we find and eliminate them first, the rest of the troll army will be like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. "
Count Dawson clapped his hands and praised with a smile, "Knight Bliss is right.
"Knight Bliss is right. You are indeed born for the battlefield."
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