The setting sun was as red as blood.
The slaughter that had lasted for an entire day finally subsided.
This wolf rider camp had become a graveyard in the truest sense of the word.
Dense black dots hovered in the sky. They were vultures that had been attracted by the smell of blood.
Wherever there was death, there would be their shadows.
Of course, the Black Cavalry also had casualties. However, the corpses of these soldiers could not be left in the wild to be ravaged by wild beasts like the Trolls. Instead, they were gathered together and burned.
When he saw the corpse of a high ranking knight being consumed by fire, Colin's heart ached.
What a waste!
However, no matter how much Colin drooled, he did not dare to desecrate the corpse of his fellow soldiers in front of the Black Cavalry.
Unwilling to give up, he even went to find Count Dawson and requested to bury these dead soldiers.
Count Dawson rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you try digging a hole in this ice field?"
Colin really did try.
He was half dead from exhaustion.
The frozen ground here was too hard to dig.
No wonder the Black Cavalry chose to cremate them.
Helpless, Colin could not continue to pester him and could only give up.
After cleaning up the battlefield, the results of this battle were estimated. The Trolls had left over thirty thousand corpses here.
Of course, there were even more wolf cavalry that had fled in the chaos.
Therefore, the battle was not over yet.
What followed was a bloody and cruel pursuit.
The Trolls' commander's tent had now become the Black Cavalry's temporary command post.
Marquis García expressionlessly gave out battle orders. Under his command, the Black Cavalry was like a precise mechanical octopus. It stretched out its tentacles and tightly wrapped around the wolf cavalry that were trying to escape until they were all strangled to death.
Colin hid in a corner, carefully observing and learning.
This was a rare opportunity.
Although he did not understand why Marquis García would allow him, an outsider who did not belong to the Black Cavalry, to observe and learn without restraint, Colin did not feel embarrassed.
Not everyone had the opportunity to learn the art of war from the world's most outstanding general.
Finally, the military order was issued.
The Black Cavalry officers walked out of their tents in silence.
There were no questions or objections.
This army was used to obeying Marquis García's orders.
Because as long as they were absolutely obedient, they could win one victory after another.
It worked every time.
This was how prestige was built.
When a commander could lead his men to victory after victory, he would be a god in the hearts of his soldiers!
In fact, this was the reason why famous generals were always suspected by monarchs.
In a special group like the army, everything was based on victory.
Even if he was a monarch in name, if he could not lead his soldiers to victory, then his orders would not be carried out.
The reason was very simple. These soldiers did not understand politics, nor did they understand loyalty. However, they understood a simple principle — people would die if they lost a battle.
Moreover, it was very likely that he would be the one dying.
Therefore, in order to survive, they had to win.
If they could win the rebellion, they would not hesitate to follow their commander and rebel.
Colin adjusted his armor and stretched his muscles.
Of course, he did not receive any military orders. After all, he was an outsider.
In addition to him, there was actually another outsider here — Vera.
The female mage was already dozing off. Her head was nodding off, and she looked very cute.
However, it was not her fault. After all, she was woken up in the middle of the night last night. Today, she had been fighting for the whole day. She did not understand much of the military meeting just now. Therefore, it was inevitable that she would start to doze off.
"Hey, wake up." Colin leaned over and nudged Vera with his elbow.
"Ah? What's wrong? "Vera raised her head in confusion. When she saw Colin's mischievous smile, she suddenly blushed.
Marquis García was still discussing something with Count Dawson in a low voice. It seemed that he did not notice the small movements of the two outsiders.
"Is this battle over?" Vera glanced at her uncle. When she saw that he was not paying attention to her, she was secretly relieved.
"It's not completely over yet. Next, we have to chase after the defeated wolf riders. We cannot let them regroup, and we cannot let them join up with the troll army in the southwest. "
"Oh." Vera frowned slightly, but soon the expression on her face became firm again. She did not complain at all.
To be honest, this adopted daughter of the duke was indeed very determined. She was not spoiled at all.
The physical body of a mage was weak, but she still insisted on not falling behind. It was indeed commendable.
"Vera." Marquis García looked at her and said softly, "Later, you will follow Count Dawson and stay behind to clean up the battlefield. I will lead the army and continue to chase after them. "
"Okay." Vera understood that her uncle was being considerate of her. Therefore, she obediently agreed.
After that, Marquis García looked at Colin and said, "Knight Colin, do you want to follow me or Count Dawson?"
Colin immediately straightened his chest and said, "I am willing to follow you!"
Although it would be safer for him to stay behind, and he could also cultivate a relationship with Vera, Colin knew what was important and what was important. How could he give up such a good opportunity to learn?
At this time, Marquis García was more attractive than Vera.
"Okay." Marquis García nodded and strode out of the tent.
Colin quickly followed behind him.
— — —
Even though the Black Guards had set up an inescapable net to prevent the remnants of the wolf riders from joining the main troll army, it was impossible for no one to escape on this icy plain that stretched in all directions.
Most of the remaining wolf riders were purposely driven away in the opposite direction by the black knights. However, there were still a few wolf riders that managed to break through the black knights' encirclement and regroup with the main troll army.
Therefore, the news of the defeat finally reached here.
In the commander's tent, the atmosphere was oppressive and dignified.
The tall troll sitting on the main seat looked a little absent-minded at this time.
His name was Gombik Wolkin.
He was the Southern Prince of the Troll Empire.
The troll's ruling system was very similar to that of humans. In fact, this was the result of their efforts to learn and imitate the Empire of Light after being repeatedly defeated.
The highest ruler was the Troll Emperor, Modolf Wolkin. Under him were the four princes of the East, South, West, and North. Their status was similar to the Duke of the Four Territories of the Empire of Light.
Among the four princes, the Southern Prince was the most powerful in terms of prestige and strength.
The reason was very simple. The southern part of the Troll Empire was the Northern Frontier.
This direction was not only the greatest threat to the Troll Empire, but also their ancestral land.
Guarding the southern part of the Sky Ice Field, if one did not have a certain level of strength, he would have already been killed.
Therefore, generally, when fighting against the Northern Frontier, unless the Troll Emperor personally led the army, the Southern Prince would be the supreme commander.
This time was of course no exception.
Gombik Wolkin, the number two figure of the Troll Empire, could be considered an old acquaintance of Marquis García.
The two of them had fought for more than ten years, and Gombik had never won.
But even so, his reputation in the Troll Empire was growing day by day.
The reason for such a strange situation was that although Gombik had always lost, he had lost the most beautifully. Sometimes, he could even exchange blows with Marquis García.
As for the other generals of the Troll Empire, as long as they met the Black Cavalry, they would lose without exception.
Therefore, Gombik Wolkin became the only troll general who could contend against Marquis García.
In this southern expedition, Gombik took advantage of the fact that Marquis García was transferred away from the frontlines and used victory after victory to announce to the world — —
It was not that Gombik was incapable, but that Marquis García was too abnormal.
If you don't believe me, take a look. Once Marquis Garcia is no longer around, no one in the Northern Region will be his match.
But he did not expect that Marquis García would actually return!
Moreover, he had used such a quiet method to deal him such a ruthless blow.
Gombik stared blankly for a long time before finally opening his mouth.
His hoarse voice echoed in the commander's tent, "Everyone, what should we do now?"
However, the troll generals in the tent looked at each other in silence.
The entire tent was deathly silent.
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