Further west from the border between Canal and Aaronlandis, a large city on the border of Canal stands here.
Because of its location at the junction of the main traffic routes from Canal to Aaronlandis, the city prospered by the frequent trade caravans between Canal and Aaronlandis, becoming Canal The largest and richest city in the East.
Only now, this bustling city, which has always been crowded with people, has become extremely depressed.
The caravans that used to keep coming and going have almost disappeared, and three of the four city gates that are always open are also closed, leaving only one gate for people to enter and leave.
The exquisite white castle standing in the center of the city has changed its owner.
At this moment, in the White Castle, the main hall is always in the light-colored style of Canal, and the exquisite carvings and decorations like works of art are scattered around the main hall.
The light cyan carpet starts from the gate and spreads all the way to the high platform.
Under the high platform, a strong general in white armor knelt on the ground, bowed his head deeply in the direction of the high platform, in a gesture of confession.
He was not wearing a helmet, and his light-colored hair was messily scattered on his broad forehead, with a few strands clinging to his cheeks.
If King Camos or the cavalry commander Tanner were here, they would definitely recognize that the middle-aged man kneeling here with his shoulders shrunk and his face tensed up was the one who led the vanguard army of Gasdad into Aaronlandi. Sisi, and even the commander of Gasdad who almost destroyed the Sixth Legion.
At this moment, the forehead of this brave general was actually sweating, and his face was slightly pale.
From this, it can be seen how much he fears the man on the high platform.
On the high platform at the end of the hall, a light blue veil curtain was tied to the lily-shaped columns on both sides, hanging down on the smooth ground made of white stone.
Someone was standing there, looking down at the general who was kneeling below.
The Prince of Gastade has a stern face, sword eyebrows and star eyes, phoenix eyes and thin lips, and his eyes are cold.
The faintly glowing silver threads scattered on the cheeks, making the complexion more and more frosty.
When he stood still, the whole person was like a statue made of ice and snow. Only in the depths of those lavender pupils, it seems that a cluster of flames is burning all the time.
He just stood there, looking down at his subordinates condescendingly, the entire hall seemed to be oppressed by an invisible thing, making it hard to breathe.
The kneeling general turned pale again.
"You are defeated."
After a long silence, Tyr, Prince of Gasthard, finally spoke.
"You are the first general of Gastad to lose."
His voice was like the cracking sound of ice cubes, cold and clear, without ups and downs, without a trace of emotion.
"You should understand why I called you back."
The general kneeling below shook his hand on the ground.
He smiled miserably.
Although he had known for a long time that His Highness was cold-hearted, he still returned here with a fluke.
His lips moved, but there was no sound after all.
He slowly pulled out the broad-edged sword on his waist, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
He clenched the hilt of the sword, reversed the blade, and aimed it at his chest.
The next second, the broad sword stabbed heavily, and the blood splashed on the white stone ground.
The general who pierced his chest with a sword fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
Soon someone stepped forward and moved the body away.
Watching his subordinates commit suicide, Tyr stood on the high platform, his handsome face was indifferent, and the corners of his eyes never moved.
After a while, he turned his head and his eyes fell on a general on the left.
He called the general's name.
"You replace him, lead your army over, take over the rest of his army, and continue to attack Aaron Landis."
The man was startled.
"Prince, won't you go in person?"
"The situation in Canal is still unstable, and there is news that the remnants of the Canal royal family have been found to be absconding."
Tyr shook his head slightly and said, "I will bring the other troops back to the King City of Kanal first, and I will leave it to you. Don't let me down like him."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The general leaned over and bowed his head deeply.
"I will fight for you."
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"Actually I... I like Huymos too!"
Because the remaining tea, King Camos, was poured down in one gulp, and the amount of water was a bit large, so a lot of water was sprayed out.
Some water choked into his throat and even his nose, causing the Lion King, who had been shot with arrows on the battlefield, to cough violently.
"You... cough, cough, what did you just, cough, say?"
While coughing, King Camos was still holding on to the illusion that he had heard wrong.
When King Camos coughed violently, Garlan hurried forward and slapped his brother on the back. Hearing King Camos ask this, his face froze.
Gritting his teeth, his face blushed, and with the thought of breaking the jar, the young man forced a word out of his throat in a very small voice.
"I said, I... also like him."
The last word of Garlan, who forced himself to say this for the second time, trembled.
Is depressed, and some fire.
Heimos liked him.
The prince drove away Heimos.
Heimos is doing things in the Northland.
In the end, it may become an Aaron Landis infighting—
The trouble these two people caused, he had to take care of the aftermath.
And I can't tell the truth, I can only take the blame for myself.
This made Garland, who used to be good at throwing blame to others, feel aggrieved at this moment.
It's just that Gallan himself knows that he is so aggrieved, but in the eyes of King Camos...
Gritting his teeth because he was nervous.
The blushing face was the shy look on his face because he showed his heart.
The faint voice squeezed out of his throat was due to nervousness.
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To sum up, the conclusion is that his younger brother really likes Heimos, and he is the kind with deep roots.
The Lion King covered his chest.
He felt that his accustomed strong heart was a little off at this moment.
His king brother.
From a small group, he was pampered and raised by him in the palm of his hand. After so many years, he finally grew into a handsome and handsome boy.
He carefully guarded... but was secretly snatched away by a hungry wolf hiding behind him!
King Camos was heartbroken, and could not wait to beat his chest.
"Brother Wang, can you bring Heimos back to the royal city?"
Looking at the unsettled black face of his brother Wang, Garlan's heart was pounding.
He has achieved this level, even at the expense of himself. If he can't get Heimos back to the royal city, he will lose a lot of money.
Thinking of this, the teenager looked at King Camos eagerly, waiting for the final decision made by his brother.
Don't think about it!
Never think about it!
Just let him freeze in the snow in the north for a lifetime!
King Camos wanted to roar like this.
However, when he raised his eyes, he saw his little brother's cautious, nervous but expectant look at his distressed appearance...
Ah, my heart hurts so much.
I really want to let the bastard of Heimos get away, get away from it, and it is best not to appear in front of me and Garlan again.
But... I still can't bear to make my little brother sad.
Camos closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
With that breath, he suppressed the anger in his heart.
When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to calm down.
He looked at Garlan, put one hand on the table beside him, and reached out to touch Garlan's hair with the other.
Garlan also looked at him, his golden pupils moving lightly, nervously and expectantly.
"Brother Wang..."
King Camos gave Gallan a gentle smile.
"I see."
He says,
"Don't worry, Garlan, I'm not angry."
He touched the head of his obviously disturbed brother Wang and said softly.
"I'm just a little surprised, I'm not mad at you."
Because of his comfort, the boy's expression seemed to calm down a little.
King Camos smiled softly, while stroking Gallan's temples, he continued.
"I know what you're thinking, and I'll consider the matter of Heimos carefully."
"However, it's still on the battlefield, so we'll discuss this matter after this battle is over, okay?"
King Camos coaxed his younger brother in his softest tone.
"Garlan, you've been running around all this time, and you just arrived here. You must be very tired. Now go back and have a good rest, okay?"
The young man blinked.
He looked at the smile that Brother Wang showed him, nodded obediently, got up obediently and went back to rest.
Camos smiled and watched Gallan leave with a gentle expression.
When the boy's figure disappeared outside the door, the muscles on Camos' smiling face twitched uncontrollably.
Suddenly, there is a click.
It was the sound of the wooden table, which could no longer withstand the damage, and was snapped apart by King Camos' fingers.
The 'kind' smile of the previous second had vanished without a trace. At this moment, the muscles of the Lion King's arms, who were alone in the tent, were bulging.
His fingers clenched the wooden block of the table that he had broken down, and his eyes were full of fierce light.
He, Yi, Mo, Si!
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Ah-
In the far north castle, in the severe winter, Heimos, who was only wearing a sleeveless corset to hone his body and martial arts in the training ground, suddenly sneezed heavily.
The north wind swept past him with fine shards of ice, blowing over his brown muscles oozing a thin layer of sweat.
Heimos stopped, took a few steps forward, and put on the coat hanging on the wall.
A few strands of jet-black hair were soaked in sweat and stuck to his cheeks.
He let out a soft breath, and the heat condensed into a white mist in the cold air, spreading from his lips.
He turned his head, and his golden red eyes looked south.
In this war, he took the life of the commander Gaishu among the ten thousand army, not to mention the further fame, the most important thing is to get the trust of Heya, the commander of the Northland Legion,
Hya began to delegate power to him, leaving him in charge of the army alone.
So, next...
Looking up at the dark sky with snowdrops floating in his eyes, Heimos raised his hand, and his fingers with scars left by the fire gently stroked the rough lapis lazuli earring on the earlobe.
"Gallan..."
A low whisper.
If there is or not, it is inaudible.
At the moment of exit, the shallow hot air that was exhaled was blown away by the fierce north wind and dissipated without a trace.
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A sneeze!
Back at the western frontier, in the camp where the Aaron Landis army was stationed, the teenager who was spinning around in a camp sneezed heavily.
Got a cold
He rubbed his nose and thought.
He followed as a confidant and subordinate of Kaihos, and he was naturally staying in the camp of Kaihos, who was the cavalry commander.
And Kaihos is now in accordance with the order of King Camos, went to the sixth army that was beaten half disabled, and reorganized the remaining soldiers into the third army he led.
Because the infantry of the 3rd Corps stayed in the royal city, he only brought out the cavalry from the corps, just to replenish the soldiers of the 6th Corps.
Since Garlan returned to the camp, he has been wandering around in circles.
When he thought that Heimos would definitely do something in the Northland, he panicked.
He wondered, why else would he write a letter to Heimos to appease the guy
Hmm... The Heimos man is definitely not something that can be done with a letter...
no solution anymore.
It really can't be done. After this battle is over and the Gasdads are driven out of the country, he will go to the north in person. After seeing Heimos, he will talk softly and coax him. Coax, let it not mess around.
Heimos likes him, so if he goes out in person, it should be easy to coax Heimos back to the royal city...
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and many more.
Garland suddenly felt that his thinking seemed very wrong.
This way... how does it look like...
Beauty plan
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So, is he dedicating himself to the country
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I'm tired and don't want to talk.