For the traditional trash talk session, Viscount Dragoon went there in person, but now Viscount Miles can only sit in the carriage.
"Miles, what? Are you dead?"
"I thought you would die this winter, but I didn't expect you to die now. It seems that you won't be able to see Divine Grace Festival this year!"
Next to the carriage, Rag·Miles replaced Viscount Miles and shouted loudly:
"Dragon, my father said hello to you. He asked me to tell you that you will die young like your father. My father lived thirty years longer than your father, instead of competing with you, a brat."
Dragon's face darkened. The most important reason why he could inherit Noble Title at a young age was because his father died young, and to him, Viscount Miles was indeed a figure from his previous era.
"Who are you to deserve to talk to me?"
"Even if Miles is too old, what about Kristan? Are you guarding my Zero Crossing City for this Viscount?"
Rag looked at Dragon proudly.
"Of course big brother has to take care of the Miles Family's territory. Also, Viscount Dragoon, you are a noble, you should respect the empire's orders. Viscount Miles Family is the Zero Crossing City governor canonized by the empire, not you Dragon."
"When you go to the South of the empire, to the prosperous West Coast, you can only say that you are Viscount Dragoon, not the governor of Zero Crossing Prefecture!"
"Hmph!"
Dragon snorted coldly. In this regard, he really couldn't have any say, but who in the empire South knows about Northwind Province's situation?
What he wants is actual interests and rights and land.
"I will take what is mine."
Dragon finally said.
"You will always be in your fortress."
Rag has a loud voice.
"Kill!"
The army collided and fought on the muddy land. Unlike those battlefields where slave soldiers were the main force, most of the current battles were trained regular troops. They wore armor and inserted sharp spears into the enemy's body. The bloody smell brought by the blood could make their blood boil, and they crazily killed more enemies.
Knights drove their horses across the battlefield. Their power was absolute in such a war. Iron hoofs trampled on flesh and blood, and sharp swords could tear through the soldiers' weak leather armor.
"Victory belongs to Dragon!"
Baron Enzo is roaring. He is the only fifth-level noble who personally participated in this war. Silver Knight's strength scares many soldiers, but fear cannot stop him from coming.
But in the end, someone still blocked Baron Enzo's killing. It was two Silver Knight who joined forces. Seeing this, Baron Enzo could only retreat.
The war lasted for an hour. When the horn sounded, the armies of both sides began to retreat. Only the motionless corpses were left on the battlefield.
A war involving tens of thousands of people can no longer be decided in one go, not to mention that this war is also related to the future of Zero Crossing Prefecture.
"Tomorrow, we need to kill their knights."
In the evening, Casto found Viscount Miles and said with fierce eyes.
He looked at Viscount Miles lying on the bed unable to get up, frowning, and then looked at Rag standing next to him.
"Lord Viscount, how is your condition?"
On the bed, Viscount Miles's weak voice sounded.
"Casto, don't worry, I won't die before this war is over."
"As for killing the knights around Dragon, this is not an easy matter. What are you going to do?"
Listening to Viscount Miles's no longer clear voice, Casto was already thinking about whether he should communicate with Kristan next, but he still replied:
"Lord Viscount, I plan to give Rage Potion to our soldiers."
Hearing Rage Potion's name, it was obvious that Viscount Miles's breathing became rapid. He struggled to sit up from the bed, and then looked at Casto.
"The price of that thing is too great, and it is simply beyond our ability to bear, unless you also bring the priest of the Church with you."
There are definitely no priests. The relationship between the empire and the Church makes it difficult for the Church's power to appear in any corner of the empire.
"Lord Viscount."
Casto looked at Viscount Miles seriously and said:
"You should know that we must win. Miles Family cannot lose Zero Crossing Prefecture and Zero Crossing City. Both my father and your family must see this war end by us."
Viscount Miles fell silent. He was burdened with too much. Indeed, this war concerning the ownership of Zero Crossing Prefecture must not fail.
Otherwise, they will lose everything.
"Rage Potion can only maintain the double increase in knight power for half an hour. Once the time passes, it will leave irreversible injuries. We must end the war within half an hour."
"We can't let the other side have any possibility of discovery. Besides, I only have one request."
Viscount Miles looked at Casto.
"Dragon must die, and Ellis·Dragon must also die."
Ellis·Dragon is the eldest son of Viscount Dragoon and the future heir of Viscount's Territory.
"As you know, the assassins we sent out are already preparing for the assassination. There is little chance of Ellis surviving."
"No, he must die!"
Viscount Miles stared at Casto, who fell silent and then nodded.
"I will ask someone to notify the assassin immediately, but Lord Viscount, we can assassinate Ellis, but it is impossible to kill Dragon. Even if our soldiers catch him, we cannot kill him. He is a noble, a viscount."
"Nobles cannot die in a war like this."
Casto looked at Viscount Miles in front of him seriously. He felt that the viscount was a little too crazy. No viscount noble had died in the empire for many years.
"It is true that nobles cannot die in such a war, but that is you."
Viscount Miles's cloudy eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"I'm about to die. Before I die, Dragon must not be allowed to live. Otherwise, even if they lose this war, Count Weiss will not be able to get all the support from Zero Crossing Prefecture."
"You can't kill him, but I can."
"Who can argue with me, a dead man? For the Miles Family, and for the sake of Lord Count's plan, I will kill Dragon even if it means being spurned."
Viscount Miles looked at Casto with murderous intent in his eyes.
After a long time, Casto sighed.
"Now that you've decided, let's do it this way."