The vast starry sky hangs diagonally over the highland, and the starlight reflects on the gray-brown rocks, the sparse withered grass on the plateau, and the bare trees. This picture seems to have never changed since the era of chaos - Qian
Over the past hundreds of years, although old constellations have been dimmed in the ancient starry sky, bright new stars have been rekindled, and the old and new have alternated continuously, until the gods have left the world, but the starry sky remains as bright as ever.
The cold wind howled from the plateau, the grass and trees drooped, and the sound of horse hooves came from far and near. Soon, it was clear that the knights on the highland war horses were wearing gray shirts, and there were magic light balls floating not far from their shoulders. These border fortress cavalry
It is not uncommon in this area. Ever since the large-scale invasion of the Torquining Lions, routine patrols have become more frequent, but at the Imperial end of the Rokochi Highlands-Broken Sword Mountain fortress complex, such patrols are more or less
With a sense of being too busy with things.
The knights let the magic light ball fly around the avenue, and then returned to themselves. The grass swept by the rapidly passing light did not have any abnormality, and it was unlikely that there would be any abnormality, because this was within the empire, and the lions were still far away.
What's on the other side of the Broken Sword Mountain Range?
"Nothing strange."
"I don't have one here either."
"Well, to be honest, I still don't understand the meaning of our kind of work. Those stinking lions are still far away from here. We don't have to brave this cold weather to go out to see these rocks. What the hell
In this place, there are only stones except stones. Sometimes I even wonder if there is even a lizard willing to stay under these damn stones?"
"The rock lizards will build their nests under these rocks, brother."
"So the enemies of the empire are those rock lizards?"
The knights all chuckled.
"That's enough, you idiot," the knight captain also laughed and scolded: "Don't ask questions knowingly. Our main task is to guard against bandits and cultists in the territory. Don't be dissatisfied - those Rozhelians heard that even the Eruin people
I couldn't beat him, I was driven to pieces by a country bumpkin from the south."
The knights burst into laughter, and the laughter gradually faded away and disappeared.
After the light of magic gradually faded away, a pair of shining eyes were revealed under the shadow of the rock. They were a pair of prismatic pupils, like cat's eyes decorated with burnt yellow amber. Its owner stood motionless in the weather.
Next to the rock, staring in the direction where the Imperial Knights disappeared, its scaly skin almost blended into the same color as the gray-brown bad soil. It waited until the Imperial Knights walked away before it moved slightly, revealing a triangular head.
This strange creature wears simple leather armor with some metal plates on it, but the surface has been specially treated, as if it can blend into its skin. It carries a long bow, which is obviously its main weapon.
Weapons, it hissed, turned around, and walked back behind the rock. After crossing a large grassland, a cliff appeared there. It stood on the edge of the cliff, lowered its head and looked down the cliff. Under the cliff,
There is a creature almost the same as it on a steep narrow road, looking in this direction warily.
It immediately raised its hands towards the other party and hissed something strange.
The latter immediately turned around and used the same voice to pass down the cliff, and then the canyon responded with the same command three or four times.
After a while, one, two, three, and four identical creatures separated from the fog in the canyon and appeared one after another from under the cliff. Behind them, dragging a long tail, it was obviously a large army. This
The army is almost entirely composed of these lizard-like creatures. They are well-trained and have a tacit understanding. After receiving the command, they immediately start climbing up the cliff. At first, they are only sparse, but soon, dense black spots appear.
Covered the entire cliff.
Several more black spots quickly rose from the bottom of the canyon. They were monsters with human faces and bird bodies. They were roaring through the fog, vibrating their wings and flying out of the mist. These harpies roared from above the heads of the lizard men.
Then, the lizard man standing next to the cliff turned around, and the moment it turned back, countless harpies were coming out of the mist, flying towards the southern sky one after another. It seemed that in just an instant, these monsters disappeared.
Darkness filled the entire night sky.
The lizardmen were beginning to climb the cliff, and behind them, more weird creatures soon appeared.
Troglodytes, the Minotaur with the head of a bull, the lair lord, the manticore, the cave giant, and finally Medusa, who wears a white linen robe and has a snake-haired face.
Medusa came to the lizard man and said something with a strange accent.
The lizard man looked back at her, nodded, and replied something in the same language.
Medusa then smiled slightly, and when she spoke again, it was in the ancient Toquinin language that she spoke with perfect accuracy: "Praise the Holy Earth, praise Martha!"
At this moment, beside these two people, an army hidden in the darkness, hidden in all history and legends, hidden in everyone's expectations, is stepping onto the stage of this era.
They have a common name - called Jogendigon.
…
The night in the hills is quiet and distant. In the valley surrounded by mountains, the envoy's camp is divided into two. There are more tents and carriages. The captive camps of the imperial nobles. Brando does not need to worry about tents and carriages.
Because they are all prepared by the nobles of the empire, these once arrogant nobles who are now hostages have not been treated in any way. In addition to not being able to freely enter and leave the camp, Brando allows them to purchase all luxuries -
—Except women, of course.
On the other side, the envoy's own camp seemed much smaller in comparison. The carriage was surrounded by just a few tents, the largest and most luxurious of which was the nun princess Magdale's tent, followed by Delphiri's tent.
The tent was specially prepared by Brando for the daughter of Earl Yanbao to take care of her body. As for the tent of the little prince Haruze, it was not very conspicuous, even slightly smaller than Avram's.
A few times, which is also in line with his sister's consistent teachings to him.
But at this moment, the little prince's tent was brightly lit with candles, and there were even sounds of arguments coming from it from time to time.
"Your Highness, the little prince," Baron Lutney's voice was low but very powerful. He was an envoy from the kingdom - an envoy sent to the envoy. This sounds very strange and unreasonable, but from a certain point
On the one hand, we can also see the helplessness of the royal party. What Brando did is really shocking. Macaro, Overwell and the others certainly couldn’t guess how the Emperor of the Cruz Empire would view this matter.
However, if everything is viewed from the worst perspective, the only way they can think of is to send an envoy to find a way to get the earl to moderate his behavior.
The current Baron actually represents Macaro's wishes, but he is not Macaro's crony, but a more fanatical member of the royal party. He had made up his mind before he came that he would definitely not be able to
Convince the rebellious earl, but he has not forgotten that there is a crown prince in the envoy. If the little prince supports him and other noble descendants are on his side, Brando can't just go his own way?
He made a good plan, so as soon as he arrived at the mission, he found the little prince overnight, and happened to choose a time when most of the others were there, and Brando and Nymesis left to scout the battlefield. He looked at Haru
Ze continued, "Have you been watching the situation develop like this these days?"
Haruze looked at her in confusion: "Mr. Envoy, I don't understand what you said?"
"I mean, it seems that you have never expressed any opinions since the Black Sword Barrier. What is the current situation? Don't you understand at all, Your Highness?"
Haruze lowered his long eyelashes and thought for a moment: "I think I understand," he said, "but I don't think the teacher did anything wrong."
Baron Lutney looked at the future crown prince in astonishment, as if he suspected that he heard something wrong. For a moment, he almost wanted to go up and pull the other person's face to see if the little prince was being raped by his crazy teacher.
He was secretly exchanged, or he was fed some ecstasy soup by that guy. "Your Highness the little prince..." He couldn't help but said with a dry mouth: "Do you know how dangerous what he wants to do is? He is
Gambling, gambling with the fate of the kingdom and the fate of millions of people!”
"Baron Lutney," at this time, Delpherie on the side finally couldn't help but speak. Although she still looked a little sick at the moment, and her face didn't look too good under the candlelight, she still frowned.
He replied weakly: "When you said this, did you really consider the fate of millions of people and what does it matter to you?"
Baron Lutney didn't blush and replied without a beat of his heart: "Okay, I admit that it is just a rhetoric, but you can't just let his temper run wild."
"I think the Earl has his own sense of discretion. He is not such a selfish person." Delphiri thought for a while and replied.
"you……"
The Baron from Ampelsel looked at these people and couldn't help but feel a little unreasonable for a moment. Are these people still considered nobles? What is their position? In desperation, he had no choice but to turn to outsiders present:
"Princess Magdalen, what do you think?"
"I'm not an Eruin, and I won't interfere in your affairs. However, it was indeed rude to the Empire at Black Sword Barrier. When this matter comes to the temple, I will stand on the side of justice," the nun princess said gently.
He smiled softly and said, "Besides, I still owe the Earl a favor. If it's reasonable, I will help him."
Baron Lutney was speechless for a moment, so the only one on his side was the fat guy Avram. Originally, he thought there was the Duke's daughter who seemed to be more sensible, but Miss Oni bit her lip and said...
He had a bitter look on his face but didn't speak. He couldn't help but look at Yi Nid, who lowered her head and just looked at her toes, saying nothing on this occasion.
As for the guy from Lannilan, needless to say, he is firmly on Brando's side. Ever since that guy rescued the refugees at Black Sword Barrier, he and the Earl have set foot on the same boat. And the guy from
Baron Lutney, the noncommissioned officer of Yannirasu, felt that a small noncommissioned officer might not be qualified to participate in this meeting, so he didn't bother to talk to him.
But in this way, he suddenly found that he seemed to be unable to convince anyone, which was quite different from his original idea. He stood there for a long time, and finally Haruze said to him considerately: "Mr. Envoy, I think I
I understand what you mean, I will give the teacher some advice. It is getting very late, so you should go and rest first."
Baron Lutney looked at the little prince in confusion. What he wanted was not just a little persuasion. This sounded unreliable. If the lunatic could listen to advice, he would not have done such a shocking thing.
The outrageous thing happened. When he walked out of the tent in a daze, he hadn't figured out what the problem was for a while, but he thought strangely in his mind that the little prince seemed a little different than when he saw him before. In the past, His Highness the Prince
I didn't dare to ask him to leave so 'tactfully'.
After everyone left one by one, a graceful figure quietly sneaked into the little prince's tent. The visitor was wearing a white robe. He sat down next to Haruze with a smile and looked at the little prince with his sharp eyes.
The prince said: "They verbally support your teacher, but they may not think so in their hearts."
Haruze replied with some embarrassment: "Because no one knows what the teacher thinks. After all, Eruin cannot bear the thunder and anger of the empire. Sister Lesmeka, what do you think?"
"To be realistic," Medusa smiled mysteriously: "The reason he chose is very naive. Empires can have dignity, but small countries don't. In the eyes of nobles, the reasons for war should be more practical things, land, population,
Power and money.”
"But ideally speaking, your kingdom does need a flag that can gather people's hearts and beliefs."
"but--"
Lesmeka looked at the little prince playfully, as if she was very interested: "Legality and legitimacy, these sacred words, what do they mean to a count? Why do those people support you and your sister?"
Are you so frightened and angry? You and your sister are really a pair of childish little cuties, and that Earl is also ridiculously childish. I am really curious that the fate of a kingdom will be placed in your hands."
"Yes, this may be destiny, it is always so wonderful."
Haruze looked at the Medusa lady blankly: "Sister Lesmeka, but you know, I have never been interested in this. The teacher is very good to me. He is an upright person. I like him very much."
.”
"This is where you are childish, little cutie." Medusa approached the little prince, held his face with her hands, and exhaled like orchid breath on his face: "What belongs to you will always be yours. This
This is the meaning of orthodoxy. If you are still alive in this world for one day, he will never be His Majesty the King of Eruin. People gather around him because of justice, and they will leave him because of injustice. One day, I really want to
Let’s see what he chooses in the end.”
"But," the little prince shook his head seriously: "I don't think the teacher is that kind of person."
She chuckled: "Maybe, maybe he'll surprise us all."
Lesmeka let go of Haruze and said to him with a smile: "You asked me just now what I thought. What about you, His Majesty the future King, what do you think?"
Haruze frowned slightly.
"I think," he said, "I think what the teacher said makes sense. Ideals have their value to people. But my sister, Mr. Macaro, and Lord Overwell, they all taught me ideals and beliefs.
is important, but when discussing matters, why do people always prefer practical interests?"
"Ideals cannot be eaten as food, your highness the little prince." After Lesmeka said this, something suddenly occurred to her. Her eyes flickered slightly and she patted Haruze's shoulder gently: "But maybe this
It's just a way for weak people to comfort themselves. Little prince, if you really want to know what your teacher thinks, you might as well let me go and see him."
"Sister Lesmeka, if you want to see the teacher, can't you do it at any time? No one in the camp will stop you?" Haruze asked in confusion.
Lesmeka smiled mysteriously and looked at the little prince with a silent smile, as if the latter had said something stupid.
Haruze was startled for a moment, as if he understood something, and then replied: "I understand, then I'll ask you to go see the teacher, Sister Lesmeka."
"Little cutie," Lesmeka kissed the little prince gently on his forehead: "Let me tell you a secret."
"What?"
"The magic your teacher taught you is ancient magic that has been lost for a long time. Even I have only seen a few records on some remaining stone tablets. I still haven't figured out the meaning of what he did -"
"I know," Haruze replied: "The teacher told me that he said my talent is more suitable for learning this type of magic."
Medusa looked at him teasingly with her prismatic pupils: "Then he must not have told you another thing."
Haruze looked at her puzzled.
"The ancient magic was taught to only four people through the hands of Tumen. Their names are the sage of earth and tolerance, Airanta. The sage of light and justice, Faenzan. The sage of fire and bravery, Yan.
King Gilt, the sage of wind and wisdom, Saint Osor, the Queen of Winds. They are the king of kings, the wise kings of ancient times, and the pioneers of the history of black iron. After them, no one has systematically
Mastered ancient magic."
The little prince opened his mouth slightly and sat there in a daze.
…
Brando and Nymesis were riding side by side on the undulating hills. The starry night was gradually fading. The sky in the east was pale blue, and the flash of light on the horizon of Anrez could be vaguely seen. There was the Evergreen Walkway.
The most prosperous area between Fuyun Hills and Huaye Ling.
"Count Jean has chosen a good battlefield." Brando looked at the continuous forests on the rolling hills and suddenly said.
Nymesis turned back and looked at him.
"The players of the empire once wrote the most evocative stories here and changed a period of history. Today we are going to do the same thing here. The stories that happened on this land are always so similar," Brando suddenly saw in his vision.
Reflected in a sea of spears, the army of the local nobles of Anzeruta was entering the battlefield they had already booked. He took a breath, patted his mount, and said to Nymesis beside him: "Go back, it's time to see
It’s almost done.”
The female knight nodded silently.
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