Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 225 223: Intrigue and Deception (Please subscribe, please vote)
Outside Frost Moon Canyon,
To the east of the battlefield, after crossing the rolling mountains, there is a vast plain wilderness.

A series of military tents have been built here, with people coming and going, and many militiamen patrolling with spears.

Of course, the camp was not built in a very formal way, and there were many knights moving around freely, riding war horses and going out hunting.

The mixture of cheers and noise is like an outing!
In fact, noble wars, also known as knightly wars, follow ancient etiquette and often involve both sides gathering large armies, deploying formations in a spacious area, and then charging directly into battle.

The one who is still standing at the end is the winner!
There is none of the maneuvering and conspiracy that should be present in a war, but this is a war among the nobles, and it seems like just playing house.

Of course, that was a long time ago, and the noble wars have changed since then.

However, it is obvious that the most difficult military discipline has not yet been implemented.

And in the center of the camp, inside the largest tent, a magic mirror stood up.

This magic mirror is oval in shape, with intricate magic patterns carved all around, and the supporting frame is also carefully crafted with rare magical materials.

There were also two magicians standing on both sides of the magic mirror, each pressing their hands on it. Amid the rippling magic power, the scene of the battlefield appeared in the mirror.

And a few hundred meters above the tent, a demonic eye opened, emitting red light, locking onto the battlefield.

Because there is no sound, what is reflected in the mirror is more like a silent movie.

But the scene of Grand Knight Vincent Ackerman fighting bloody battles was also clearly reflected in the mirror.

At this time, there were two people standing next to the mirror.

A fat, broad-shouldered, bald man with a fierce face and a cigar between his stubby fingers.

But this time, it was not lit, it was just clamped.

This one is the Marquis of Carlisle, one of the four marquises in the Duchy.

He actually appeared on the battlefield where the Wick family and the Raymond family were fighting.

Next to him was an old man who was dressed elegantly but was short and fat.

He was quite handsome, with a well-groomed beard, which he was used to stroking.

To be honest, he was a man of great bearing, but he seemed three points shorter in front of the Marquis of Carlisle.

Looking at the battle situation on the battlefield, where Vincent Ackerman was fighting three extraordinary people alone, his face became even more bitter.

He secretly glanced at the Marquis of Carlisle several times, and he looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The Marquis of Carlisle saw clearly this artificial expression, but he did not rush to speak.

Instead, he stared at the magic mirror and lit his cigar again. The smoke he exhaled obscured his expression and made his voice even deeper.

"Count Wick, facing the current war situation, what do you think we should do?"

The short and fat old man, Earl Wick, said with a bitter face: "My Lord Marquis, how about asking one of your family's powerful natural disaster masters to help?"

“As long as we destroy the war fortress, the rest will be easy.

Even if the Grand Knight of the Raymond Family is really willing to fight to the death, without the support of the terrain, he is nothing!"

"A fourth-order natural disaster?"

Marquis Carlisle's voice seemed to carry a hint of joking. He asked, "If you want to ask the fourth-level natural disaster to take action, ask them if they are willing to do so?"

As he said this, he stretched out his stubby finger and pointed.

Following the direction he pointed, I saw two people sitting in the corner of the tent.

A knight! A magician!

They were there, but they didn't fit in with the atmosphere in the tent. They drank tea and ate snacks, as if they ignored everyone.

Even though everyone's eyes were on them, they didn't care at all.

The knight didn't speak until he finished a cup of tea. Although he had a head full of silver hair, his voice was deep and deep: "According to the Noble Code, Level 4 natural disasters are not allowed to intervene in the war between nobles in order to control the scale of the war.

Otherwise, if we really go all out, there might be a landslide. Are you really willing to bear the consequences?"

Having said this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Earl Wick.

His eyes were like a whirlpool, staring at Earl Wick until he was sweating all over.

When he spoke again, there was a hint of teasing in his voice: “Instead of asking us to participate in the war, it would be better for us to just kill the illegitimate earl.

This should be more straightforward!"

Count Wick listened, but he didn't seem to notice the irony, and asked quickly, "Really?"

Marquis Carlisle's expression froze, like an angry brown bear, and his cold voice rang out: "What do you think?"

"An earl was assassinated and died in public. Are you really not afraid of being held accountable by the Council of Nobles?"

"If they dare to do it, do you dare to bear the consequences?"

Count Wick shuddered, his smile became even more bitter, and he couldn't help but say, "Forget it then! Forget it!"

As he said this, he looked at Marquis Carlisle and said, "How about you send some extraordinary people to take action as well.

Don't be too many. If there are one or two more, Vincent Ackerman will not be able to bear it!"

"If I were to take action now, it would be equivalent to being killed directly, which is another matter. Do you think Archduchess Aphra will take action?
What do you think would happen if the Grand Duke of Normandy stood on the side of the Raymond family? "

"This, this..."

Earl Wick was completely panicked. It seemed that nothing he did was right, and he was completely at a loss.

At this time, inside the magic mirror, the battlefield finally had a result.

After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the three extraordinary people finally stopped attacking and retreated again. The battlefield returned to peace, and Marquis Carlisle was no longer willing to stay here.

He simply glanced at Earl Wick and said casually, "I don't care what methods or means you use, the result I want is to conquer Frost Moon Canyon within these two days.

You can also choose not to give it your all!

But when that bastard arrives, a big battle will break out in your territory."

Having said this, he walked out, followed by a group of people.

After a while, most of the huge tent was empty.

The two fourth-level natural disasters had already disappeared silently.

Not until these people had gone away did Earl Wick lose his previous timid temperament and instead straighten his back.

He waved his hand, and naturally, someone took the magic mirror away, and he returned to the main seat in the tent and sat down.

Among the remaining people, a female knight wearing plate armor but showing off her curvy figure stepped out.

She walked up to Earl Wick and whispered, "Grandpa, are we just going to endure this?"

Count Wick's eyes widened and he looked around. After a glance, he waved his hand again.

Then, everyone else in the tent left, including the butler and maid.

When the tent was completely empty, Earl Wick took out a scroll, unfolded it, tore it into pieces, and activated it...

Then, a silent force field rose up and spread in the tent. Although the coverage area was not large, it blocked the possibility of eavesdropping.

This guy is actually a magician!

Only then did Lord Wick speak: "How many times have I told you? How many times? Be careful with your words, very careful.

If those people heard it, how much trouble would it cause?!"

Daisy Wick looked disapproving: “Grandpa, do we really have to be so afraid of them?

No matter what, our Wick family is also an earl. Now we are not only being used as a knife by them, but also have to let the knights and people below fight to the death!"

"Is that reasonable?"

After hearing this, Earl Wick collapsed and sighed deeply, then he said, "Do you think I want to?
But the Carlisle family is so powerful and they are our superior nobles, what can we do? "

"Even if we count the relatives of the Bonaparte Empire, we are still far inferior. What else can we do?"

“Besides, how do you think the Raymond family incident happened?
The lessons of the past are right before our eyes. I am afraid!"

Daisy Wick seemed to have heard something incredible. She jumped up in surprise and said, "He he he...is it them?"

"What do you think?"

"The Raymond family has become like this and almost lost its inheritance. What else can my Wick family do?"

"Then what about this Frost Moon Canyon?"

"What else can we do? Tomorrow, tomorrow we can bring out those magic cannons, right?
Also, I need you to organize those knights!
Haven't you always wanted to go to the battlefield? Tomorrow, you can go in my place!"

Daisy Wick's eyes suddenly lit up and she asked, "Really?"

"Really, but you have to be safe!"

"understood!"

Having said this, Daisy Wick rushed out in a hurry.

She crossed the silent barrier and disappeared into the military tent. All the cowardice and helplessness on Count Wick's face completely disappeared.

He became extremely calm, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes. But after a moment, another long sigh echoed.

the other side.

Marquis Carlisle led a group of people out of the military tent, walked to the rear, and finally entered a seemingly inconspicuous tent.

However, there is a different world inside this tent. The space has been expanded by space magic, making it very spacious.

At this point, the old knight of the fourth-level natural disaster took a step forward and asked, "My Lord Marquis, the Wick family obviously doesn't want to try their best?"

"I can understand it, but it really doesn't matter!"

Marquis Carlisle touched his bald head and smiled coldly: "Because, it doesn't matter whether we can take over the Frost Moon Canyon or not!"

"We just need to wait for that illegitimate child to come and kill us. Then we can catch him in one fell swoop."

"That's what I want!"

……

Not to mention the intrigues and calculations among the nobles, let’s talk about Daisy Wick.

This female knight, who has one-eighth of the Raymond family blood, is considered the first heir to the Wick family of this generation.

When she made it clear that she was going to the battlefield, the Wick knights no longer dared to be lax.

Of course, facing the Frost Moon Canyon, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack, the Wick family's biggest killer, six 122mm magic cannons, were pushed out by a group of magic gunners.

Because the mountain path was too narrow, these magic cannons could only be placed three in a row, in two rows, up the slope.

Once it reaches the firing range, it stops, secures itself, and reloads the shells.

Until the female knight Daisy gave an order, the cannons roared, heralding the beginning of another day of war.

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