Lord of the North

After dawn, Jason didn't get up early to wash up as usual, but lay on the bed and looked at the beams in a daze.

"The host looks very disappointed..." At this moment, the system spoke out.

"If it were you, wouldn't you be disappointed?" Jason was a little disappointed.

"I don't know." The system replied very simply. Although it is an intelligent system, it cannot be considered an intelligent life. It does not think about such things at all.

"..." Jason was speechless.

"According to the information in my information database, the host needs someone to comfort you now, to enlighten you." Seeing that Jason didn't want to communicate with it, the system came up with that cheap energy again.

"Let this system be your life mentor!" It pretends to be vicissitudes.

"Get out..." Jason rolled his eyes, this guy was just here to laugh at himself.

"Actually, you can continue to draw the lottery. I have a lot of good things here. There are many things that allow you to be called a master of swordsmanship for nothing in an instant." The system finally revealed its purpose. The points below.

"Oh? Really? Then you're great!" Jason said, ignoring this unscrupulous system, and a carp jumped up from the bed. There are still many things to do today.

...

"I can give him two hundred soldiers, but he must pay attention to precautions. Their safety is the most important thing. When the villagers come to Iron Fang Town, let them withdraw immediately!" Lancelot received a message from Donne. After thinking about the request, I immediately agreed. Having an outpost to attract the attention of the barbarians can also reduce the pressure in the hinterland of the territory.

But their situation is more or less dangerous.

"Yes, my lord!" The scout sent by the centurion immediately left to mobilize the army after receiving Lancelot's permission. The forest in the north urgently needed manpower to build a simple fortification.

"Has the messenger for Irbia been dispatched?" Lancelot looked at the information in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

"We set off before dawn this morning, and we are expected to reach Derbia this afternoon." The adjutant behind him replied.

This matter must be let Jason know as soon as possible, otherwise it will be their negligence.

...

It was night, and Jason looked at the letter in his hand solemnly. It was a leaky house and it was raining all night. Iron Fang collar now has a lot of foreign enemies, and Jason was planning to use troops against Viscount Tours. go south.

"Gareth." Jason put down the letter in his hand, thought for a while, and then said, "Strengthen the patrols in Irbia, the barbarians have gone south."

"Yes, my lord." Gareth said in a deep voice with his eyes fixed upon hearing this.

"It's really annoying." Jason pinched his brows and felt distressed, which disrupted all plans.

"We can only let them act in advance." With a sigh, Jason said something inexplicable, which made Lang Nat and Gareth confused.

"They?" Gareth couldn't help asking, did they mean the army in Iron Fang Town? It can be seen that Lang Nat also has a puzzled look on his face.

"You will know when the time comes." Jason grinned, and said mysteriously: "It's time to give these unpredictable nobles in the north a surprise."

If this plan is successful, most of the power and forces in the North will be under Jason's control or constraints.

At that time, those guys in the king's city will have to weigh whether it will cause a bigger turmoil in the kingdom if they want to take action against themselves.

This is the end of raising tigers, Jason narrowed his eyes, if those guys in Wangcheng recklessly shot him, there might not be so many follow-up accidents, right?

However, he thought of the Knights of Rotor back then, and his heart was once again shrouded in a dark cloud. Those people were not written by Phil.

"It's not bad to have this prince status,

At least you don't have to worry about the threats on the surface. "He sneered, these people are really whores and want to set up an archway.

"Gareth, it looks like I can't stay here for long." Jason got up and said after handing the letter in his hand to Gareth and the two of them.

Today, he has already walked around Irbia, and he can rest assured that Gareth will be in charge of this emerging town. At least he thinks that he can't do better than him.

"Tomorrow we have to go back." He had a slight headache, he was just running around, and had to run back only two days after he came here.

"I'll go down and get ready." Gareth bowed and left.

"We'll be busy soon." Jason sat down at the table, tapped the paper on the table with a pen, and muttered to himself.

"..." Lang Nat didn't speak, and stood at the door with his usual poker face and deep eyes.

...

Half a month later, the iron tooth collar did not find any traces of the barbarians, but Dawn and the others in the simple defensive outpost outside the forest in the north did not dare to take it lightly, because the blizzard was coming.

Visibility was extremely poor in the snowstorm. If the barbarians attacked here under such circumstances, they would definitely be in a hurry.

"My lord, everything is ready." The centurion came to Dawn who was standing on the sentry tower, and said softly.

"Continue to inform, return to Iron Tooth Town tomorrow, don't take it lightly tonight." Dawn looked at the snow-covered mountains and forests from a distance.

"Yes, my lord."

...

"My lord, we can't go on any longer!" A knight knelt down in front of the Grand Duke Cameron, shouting in grief.

Only one month later, the original 100,000 troops had suffered heavy losses, the 20,000 slave corps had been wiped out, and the establishment of the 1st Infantry Corps no longer existed.

"..."

Grand Duke Cameron's face was gloomy, and the fingers holding the sword at his waist turned white. If you look at him, he is on the verge of eruption.

The Andean knight standing aside bowed his head and said nothing. He also felt that Grand Duke Cameron was crazy, and someone must stand up to stop him at this time.

But this person must not be the knight in front of him, and he must not be in this way of persuasion. He sighed in his heart, the ambition of following the Grand Duke has been exhausted, and the former lion has become It's getting more and more violent.

"You...do you think so too?" Grand Duke Cameron ignored the kneeling knight, but glanced coldly at the people in the military tent.

These are the upper echelons of the Lion Principality, and they are the pillars supporting the Lion Principality.

Everyone averted his eyes.

"Okay, very good." Grand Duke Cameron's face became more and more gloomy.

"Your military power has been lifted!"

He snorted coldly and left the military tent without looking at the kneeling knight.

"My lord, he is too bossy." He left for a long time before a nobleman present sighed softly.

"Silence!" A person beside him quickly reached out and grabbed him.

"..." This talent seemed to wake up from a dream, and he looked around nervously. He didn't see anyone paying attention to him, so he let out a long sigh of relief, and left in a hurry.

Gwendolin, who was sitting next to the superior, looked at the performance of everyone in the military tent, her face was calm and she couldn't see her true thoughts.

"Everyone go back." She stood up.

"No matter what decision father makes, we just do as the minister, I believe he can think clearly." She smiled and comforted everyone.

"Yes, Your Highness." Everyone bowed to leave, full of affection for this intelligent Highness.