The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 623: Silent Iron Guards

This time, Henwell does not bring his own captain of the personal guards, Dalton.The one accompanying him is Wizet, one of the Lord Iron Guards squadron captains. He is the same squadron captain who followed Henwell during the Sunflower Fortress incident.

He is also the young man who joined hands with White Butterfly to fight the Marquess of Nothing, suffered serious injuries, and forced him back.

Calling him young is no longer accurate. He is not young anymore and is even a few years older than Henwell.

After the Sunflower Fortress incident, Wizet returned to Peace Haven and got married.

Wizet is now thirty-six years old, with one son and one daughter.

The woman he married is the beloved daughter of Viscount Vichu Jin, deputy commander of the Second Mixed Legion.

In fact, Henwell wanted to transfer Wizet to the Second Mixed Legion as legion commander.

Henwell wanted to move Moktor, former commander of the Second Legion, away, but Vichu Jin's seniority was insufficient, and he was still lacking in legion-level command.

His father-in-law, Vichu Jin, also advised Henwell to let Wizet temper himself for another year or two.

So Henwell has brought him out now to broaden his horizons and let him see what struggles between the continent's top powers truly look like.

Wizet's personal strength is not weak. He now counts as a seasoned Grand Knight.

Among the Lord Iron Guards, his strength is second only to Dalton, captain of Henwell's personal guards.

The Lord Iron Guards now have nearly a thousand men on their rolls. Four squadrons each have two hundred men, while more than one hundred remaining elites are led by Dalton.

Also, Henwell has reformed the Iron Guard Camp.

The Iron Guard Camp has more than five thousand trainees, and the elimination system remains harsh.

Each year is one term. Only four hundred people are selected for the Lord Iron Guards' final assessment.

Then half of those four hundred are eliminated again, and only two hundred join the Lord Iron Guards.

The two hundred who are eliminated do not need to return to their original legions. Instead, they remain in the Iron Guard Camp as instructors.

At the same time, they will have a new formation. They are called the Silent Iron Guards.

They will have one more chance to take part in Lord Iron Guards selection, and the assessment will be even stricter.

If they fail again, they will never again have the chance to join the Lord Iron Guards.

They will remain in the Silent Iron Guards formation long term.

The weapons and equipment of the Silent Iron Guards are basically the same as those of the Lord Iron Guards.

There are only some differences in details, such as the cloaks.

The cloaks of the Lord Iron Guards are black with blood-red patterns. Compared with them, the blood-red patterns on the cloaks of the Silent Iron Guards simply lack the gold edging.

The Silent Iron Guards are not a consolation prize. They have a more important function.

Once a large war breaks out in Peace Haven and Henwell needs to personally join the fighting, the Silent Iron Guards will temporarily join the Lord Iron Guards sequence together with the outstanding Iron Guards.

They will form a small knight order and follow Henwell in charging enemy knight orders.

Henwell's goal is to form a standard small knight order of twenty-five hundred men in two years.

This elite cavalry force will follow Henwell at the most dangerous moment and charge the enemy's strongest army.

There is not much chance of fighting on this trip, so Henwell only brings one Lord Iron Guards squadron.

When passing through Peace Haven's southern region, Sera, commander-in-chief of the Southern Military District, and Svir, the administrator, also bring their guards and follow Henwell to Holy Lake City.

In the future, they will often deal with various sides in Lumir.

Taking this chance to make more contact with Lumir's powerful nobles is not a bad thing.

If they can reach some backroom deals, that would be even better.

As soon as the group crosses the border, a cavalry battalion is already waiting.

The force that arrives is a cavalry battalion from Obilian's personal troops, sent specifically to welcome and escort Henwell.

Although almost half of Henwell's small group of nearly a thousand people are knights, and they are the famous Lord Iron Guards at that, Lumir still has to send troops to escort them. That is a matter of etiquette.

No fool would dare attack the delegation led by the lord of Blood Hill, but if they did run into some roadside bandits, it would be a huge embarrassment for Lumir.

So this cavalry unit is mainly there to make the nobles along the road behave themselves, and if trouble does appear, to keep Peace Haven's delegation, as guests, from having to act.

Because they are traveling along the King's Road, and because the king's personal troops are clearing the way under banners, everyone has to make way.

Common people and merchants on the road stop, and even noble convoys obediently pull over to the roadside.

Rarely, Henwell does not ride a horse himself this time. Instead, he sits in a luxurious carriage.

He is no longer merely a general who charges into battle. After the signing of The Six Kings' Accord, it has been proven that he has a place among the powers on the continent.

Since he is a leader, he should look like one.

It is like a famously tough ruler from Henwell's previous life. That man was ruthless too, but Henwell never saw him fly his own fighter jet when visiting another country.

The convoy travels by day and rests at night. In only a week, it crosses more than a thousand kilometers and reaches Holy Lake City.

Before Henwell enters the city, Lumir's protocol officers have already come out to welcome him.

Henwell steps out of the carriage and stands at the front of the vehicle, holding the Dawn-Breaking War Spear that is being used as a flagpole. Above it, a banner bearing Henwell's personal crest snaps in the wind.

Behind him, the Lord Iron Guards raise their flags in perfect unison, adjust their positions, and split into four columns.

After six long horn calls, the main city gate opens.

This is a royal reception, prepared only to welcome representatives of continental royal houses.

On one hand, this is recognition of Henwell.

On the other, it also carries the intention of raising him too high.

Henwell does not care about these details.

Under the guidance of the protocol officers, the carriage slowly passes through the main gate and enters this ancient city.

The King's Road leads straight toward the royal palace, and it is fairly broad.

Now, the street has been cleared. Idle people are not allowed to appear on the road.

However, quite a few people are watching from the houses on both sides.

After all, news that the lord of Blood Hill has come to attend the ceremony has spread long ago.

The people of Lumir are very curious about the lord of Blood Hill celebrated in dramas and popular stories.

Naturally, they will not miss the chance to watch. They have been waiting on the rooftops on both sides of the King's Road since early morning.

Now, they finally see Henwell himself.

He is nearly two meters tall, with a powerful build.

Even from a distance, they can feel the pressure radiating from him.

His black battle armor, paired with black hair tied up casually.

His face looks carved by knife and axe, and his eyes are calm as still water.

Behind him hangs a blood-red cloak that looks tattered, yet seems to have bloodlight flowing through it.

All of this makes the surrounding people afraid to speak loudly, pressed down by Henwell's presence.

Some timid people have already begun trembling in the legs.

Over these days, the people of Holy Lake City have seen many important figures from within and outside the country.

Royal family members rich with noble bearing, great nobles who hold power over entire regions, merchant groups with enormous strength.

Yet among all these people, none has Henwell's air.

It is not the aura of wealth and rank, nor the killing aura of generals.

It is simply a kind of world-defying presence.