"Windhelm Territory?" Dos Antony glanced at Windhelm City and immediately goggled, his bull-like eyes widening. He had not looked closely before, but now he realized that no kingdom banners were flying within Windhelm City anymore!
Many people had the misconception that flags were merely decorations. The scenes in television dramas where helmets and armor were discarded and banners flung about made everyone feel that flags were not particularly important... But among the four great military merits of ancient times, capturing an enemy banner was the most difficult... In an era without radio communications, flags were the command center of an army. As long as the flag remained, soldiers would instinctively gather toward it and follow its guidance...
The lack of banners made Dos Antony instinctively believe that there were no longer any organized defenders in the city! After all, a scattered force that had lost its command could not hold out for long in street fighting! Leaderless stragglers would soon be worn down in brutal close-quarters combat...
"They have a castle! Baron Ismir will not abandon his territory! He is a pioneering noble! Go save them!" Wes said gravely. After studying under Caslo for so many years, he might not have made much progress, but he at least understood the basic common sense among nobles! From what he knew of Ismir, he knew Ismir would never flee. If he was not dead yet, he should be holding out in the castle!
"What about you..." Dos Antony asked worriedly as he looked at the Nazgûl gathering below beneath the War Cloud.
"Don't worry, I can hold them back!" Wes did not need to think to know that Khamûl was in poor condition. Whether those cowardly Nazgûl would dare remain for a fight to the death was hard to say. He only