Little Gray, a True Iron-Blooded Man!

Nalant frowned as well, pondering whether there was any way to stall for time.

If they could delay until the Onyx Principality's reinforcements arrived, there would be no need for them to act—the crisis would resolve itself.

At that thought, a flash of inspiration struck Nalant. While everyone was staring tensely at the battle below, he quietly called Sherry over and moved to one side.

"My lord, what did you need me for?"

"Sherry, I have a task for Little Gray!" Nalant got straight to the point. "I have a porcelain bottle here. Tie it to Little Gray's foot, and then..."

Nalant then laid out his plan in detail.

"Yes, my lord!" The little girl immediately agreed after hearing him out.

"Good, go do it. Remember, don't tell anyone else. If you get this done, once the autumn levy is over and we return, I'll treat you to a grand feast!" Nalant rubbed the little girl's head.

"Yes, my lord!" The little girl beamed with delight.

After giving Sherry her instructions, Nalant returned to the crowd.

"I hope this works!" Nalant muttered as he watched the fierce battle below.

The method he had thought of was actually very simple. Since they needed to buy time, why not use Purple Clover essence to lure all the warhorses away so they could not fight in peace?

Once the knights above could no longer control their mounts, they naturally would not be able to seek out enemies to fight.

The porcelain bottle he had given Sherry was precisely a brand-new bottle of Purple Clover essence taken from his spatial ring.

Once it was tied to Little Gray's foot, Little Gray could fly far away and use its beak to open the bottle. Once the warhorses smelled it, they would surely go mad and