As night fell, the heavy snow finally stopped.

But that doesn't mean the hardest part is over.

In fact, it's not cold when it snows, but it's really scary after it snows.

Under the order of Marquis Garcia, the Black Cavalry camped on the spot and lit a bonfire.

If we don't warm up by the fire and eat something hot, I'm afraid this army will suffer from non-combat attrition.

Colin did not go to crowd the camp, but huddled under the belly of the horse and warmed himself by the fire.

In fact, the inside of the tent was not much warmer than under the horse's belly, and besides, it was more comfortable to be alone.

At least, his drinking of blood would not be revealed to others.

The blood was fox blood, saved from an unlucky snow fox he had caught earlier.

Of course, while Colin drank the blood, he also took out some hard dried meat and took a few bites to prevent others from finding out that he was not eating normal food.

While he was eating and drinking, he was thinking about what Marquis Garcia said before.

Colin didn't quite understand it at the time, but the Marquis didn't explain it in detail.

Colin didn't ask further questions. After all, you couldn't ask everything. It would make him look a bit stupid as a student.

That's right, Colin now considers himself a student of Marquis Garcia.

Just as he was thinking about Marquis Garcia's true intention, a figure came over.

"Would you like some wine?"

By the light of the fire, Colin could clearly see the person coming.

It was Earl Fran Dawson.

"Of course!" Colin took the wine bag from Earl Dawson and took a big sip.

After one sip, it seemed as if fire was on fire from the throat to the stomach. The taste made the whole person energetic.

"It's great! Good wine!"

Earl Dawson laughed loudly and said proudly: "Of course, we dwarf spirits cannot be said to be the best in the empire, but they are definitely the most exciting! Especially suitable for drinking in this damn weather!"

Compared with the five major races in the world, dwarves are not a big force.

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They are distributed throughout the Glorious Empire, and their total number is probably around one million.

Precisely because they are not strong, the dwarves have always clung to the lap of the human race and regarded themselves as a vassal race of the human race.

There are even some rumors that dwarves are actually a subspecies of humans.

However, this statement has not received much acceptance.

Because dwarves cannot be baptized by church priests and become knights like humans.

Moreover, knight is the exclusive profession of the human race.

Although the dwarves have always claimed to believe in the Lord of Radiance in order to better integrate into humans, it is obvious that the Lord of Radiance has not bestowed his glory on these dwarves.

As a result, warriors on the bad streets became the only profession available to the dwarves.

This profession with limited natural potential prevents dwarves from producing truly strong people.

So, this is not a race known for its force.

However, they are good at forging and brewing wine.

Blacksmithing, in particular, is a skill that makes dwarves popular in the military's logistics department.

However, the military merits of the logistics department are definitely not as good as those of the soldiers fighting on the front lines. Therefore, very few dwarves can rely on their military merits to become nobles.

Not to mention a big noble like the earl.

Therefore, this Earl of Dawson is particularly conspicuous.

The more important point is that his title of earl was conferred by the Marquis of Garcia.

Marquis Garcia's foundation is in the Black Cavalry Army, and his vassals are basically senior generals in the army.

But he granted the title of earl in his name to a dwarf.

Moreover, this is the only earl he canonized.

This is very unusual.

The Black Cavalry Army is a pure cavalry army, and the height of the dwarves limits their possibility of becoming excellent cavalry.

Moreover, according to Colin's understanding, although Earl Dawson was a warrior, his rank was not high.

Therefore, Earl Dawson's military success obviously did not rely on force.

In the Black Riders, Earl Dawson seems to be the shadow of Marquis Garcia.

Marquis Garcia is the soul of this army and the flag on the surface, while Earl Dawson is the butler behind the scenes, maintaining the army's logistical support and tedious daily affairs.

Although most of Count Dawson's work is unknown, he was able to be canonized as a count by Marquis Garcia as a dwarf, which shows his importance to the Black Cavalry.

Therefore, after Colin entered the Black Cavalry Army, apart from Marquis Garcia, the person he paid most attention to was Earl Dawson.

And because Marquis Garcia looked at Colin differently, Earl Dawson, who was the shadow of the Marquis, was also quite enthusiastic about Colin.

As a result, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

At this moment, Colin and Earl Dawson were huddled under the horse's belly, each drinking a sip of wine while chatting about the world.

Earl Dawson has been fighting with Marquis Garcia for half his life. He has experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and he has always been successful when bragging.

But he didn't expect that this kid Colin would steal the spotlight this time.

Colin directly transformed various mythological stories from another world and told them to Count Dawson, leaving the dwarf Count in a daze.

When Earl Dawson asked him where he had read these stories, Colin lied and said that they were told to him by a passing bard in Graycastle when he was a child.

Of course, Earl Dawson couldn't verify it, so he had to continue to listen to Colin's lies.

After all the nonsense, Colin felt relieved.

"I understand now why the Marquis values you so much."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you can blow!"

Colin laughed, of course he knew the other person was joking.

However, his expression changed and he asked: "My Lord, do you really think that the Marquis values me because of this?"

Seeing Colin's serious face, Earl Dawson knew that the other party was really asking, so he put away his joking expression and asked: "What do you think it is because of?"

Colin took a sip of wine, thought for a moment and said:

"Either it's because of the previous battle at Running River, or it's because of Miss Vera. But... I don't think either of these are enough for the Marquis to take care of me like this, right?"

really.

You know, the Angelet family is a vassal of Duke St. Hilde, so Colin is basically an outsider to the Black Cavalry, a system that is completely subordinate to Marquis Garcia.

No matter how outstanding the war talent Colin showed during his previous escape, and no matter how fond Miss Vera was of him, it was still not enough for the Marquis of Garcia, the military god of the North, to care for him like an outsider.

Upon hearing this, Earl Dawson nodded, then shook his head and said mysteriously: "Hey. You will know later."

Colin felt depressed for a while, this kind of titillating answer was the most annoying thing.

Before he could continue to ask, Earl Dawson had already abruptly changed the subject: "Do you know why the Marquis didn't continue to track the troll army in front of him?"

This is actually the question that Colin has been thinking about just now.

And he already had some ideas. When Earl Dawson asked about it, he replied:

"I feel that the troll army ahead should not be our top priority target."

"Then what is it?"

"Wolf Cavalry!" Colin exhaled a breath of alcohol and said confidently:

"On this flat and wide ice field, only cavalry can deal with cavalry. Therefore, the troll wolf cavalry is the only threat to the black cavalry. As long as they are found and annihilated first, the remaining troll army will be waiting for them. Lamb to the slaughter."

Earl Dawson clapped his hands, smiled and praised:

"Knight Bliss is right, you are indeed born for the battlefield."