The grey-white main tower of the castle is clearly visible in the setting sun in the evening.
The king stood still in the shadows, the breeze gently blowing his silver hair, and the warm yellow glow could not soften his pale blue eyes. He stood in the shadow of the hills, observing the battlefield not far away.
The Rose Change has affected most of Legrand.
The so-called "change of roses" is the recent split between "iron roses" and "white roses", and a romantic court poet named it. As beautiful as it sounds, it brings bloody war.
This is a bloody flower blooming in the land of Legrand.
With the Rose Palace as the center, differences and confrontations gradually spread outward, and spread to the more powerful counties—those with important castles. The owners of the castle had to erect a clear flag on the main tower to declare their position.
However, the king's expectations were correct.
The war was indeed conducted with restraint.
The two sides fought over the important castle.
Each castle is an important military level, and the towering castle is the most important fortification and an integrated military weapon. Encirclement and counter-encirclement, raids and counter-raids, while trying to avoid direct confrontation, prolong the war.
Right now it's a siege.
The king did not shy away from fighting along the way.
He had to witness the wars of this age with his own eyes. Whether it was the education that Purland received or the knowledge Zhuchi acquired in his previous life, it was just a story from someone else's mouth. Only by witnessing and experiencing it with our own eyes can we truly understand the war in this era, so as not to make wrong judgments based on the arrogance of latecomers.
War cannot go wrong.
"Your Majesty, the battle horn of the siege is about to sound, are you interested in stepping forward and watching further?" The devil quietly appeared behind the king and asked thoughtfully, "Of course, don't worry, they won't find you , let alone hurt you."
The king turned his head slightly, examining the devil.
The devil stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture: "Don't get me wrong, Your Majesty. I'm just curious about you."
He didn't say anything curious, waiting for the king to make a decision.
At this time the horn sounded.
The main tower of the castle they passed had a banner painted with white roses.
The soldiers besieging the city had bright red smocks outside their armor. The commander was a middle-aged knight. The king did not know him, but it could be judged from his temperament and badge that he belonged to the old subordinates of the Duke of Buckingham.
The commander gave the order to attack.
"God bless my king!"
The soldiers shouted, and the battle flag was raised high.
The king stared at them for a while and accepted the devil's invitation.
The devil is indeed clever. He whistled softly, and a nightmare quietly left the bone carriage and ran meekly to the king. The devil stretched out his hand, and Nightmare had a golden saddle on his body, and the king rolled over and sat on Nightmare. The devil patted Nightmare on the neck, holding the reins.
"Okay, let's go."
he said briskly.
The sun was about to fall, and at the turn of the dusk, the devil led the nightmare and the king, like a shadow, and quietly entered the battlefield.
Just as the nightmare carriage was able to ignore the giant tree in the Kono Forest that day, today the devil leads the king through a space that overlaps with reality. The king could smell the blood of the battlefield, see the sharp swords clearly, and hear the metal crashing clearly.
But no one around them could find them, nor could the arrows on the battlefield reach them.
The king watched the war immersively.
First, you need to capture the castle's outer bastion field. The trebuchets were crushed on the battlefield, and the boulders were thrown on the sturdy towers and smashed holes. There is no doubt that the soldiers who were hiding in the towers and shooting were all mashed. There are not many trebuchets, just to interrupt the constant rain of arrows flying out of the archery holes.
With the help of catapults, the soldiers pushed forward and quickly filled the ditch under the castle. The commander of the tower quickly discovered this. Under the devil's deliberate reminder, the king saw the castle's guards pour oil down from the top. Some of the soldiers filling the ditch below dodged, some howled, and fell to the ground in pain.
The king sat upright on Nightmare.
He didn't look away, watching this scene calmly.
The king observes the battlefield and analyzes the general combat effectiveness of the soldiers, while the devil observes the king.
Many people don't understand the truth that "if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight". Many people yearn for great power, but can they really afford what that power brings
The general must watch his soldiers die, the judge must be responsible for every life he judges, and the king
The king is the backbone of this country, even if it is blood, sin, good or bad... All things that ordinary people can't face with uneasy conscience, he must take it without changing his face, and show no cowardice.
The battle was at its cruelest part.
The commander took the lead and drove his horse to the bottom of the suspension bridge, roaring and instructing the soldiers to erect a high ladder. A soldier quickly stepped on the ladder and climbed up the tower. The guard's enemies shouted and fought with them. Soldiers kept falling from the tower.
The king was just under the drawbridge, and he looked up, watching the soldier fall, his fingers moved slightly, but not raised.
He knew very well that he couldn't touch them and he couldn't save them.
But he didn't lower his head, and every soldier's falling figure was reflected in his ice-blue pupils.
The drawbridge was lowered, and the commander rushed in with his long-awaited cavalry on his prancing horse. Unwilling and fearful, the guarding enemies retreated deep into the castle.
The battle is set, and the next step is victory.
"Want to share the victory with them? Your Majesty," the devil asked.
"unnecessary."
Nightmare came to the edge of the battlefield, and it was already dusk.
The king suddenly jumped from the nightmare, and the devil gave a startled cry to see him pick up a blood-stained longbow from the ground. Immediately afterwards, the king drew an arrow from his soldier, put it on the bowstring, turned and drew the bow full of the gray tower.
He let go.
The blood-stained iron arrow burst out of the air, and the next moment, the rope tied to the white rose flag was shot, and the flag fell from the sky.
The white rose flag fell into the rolling fire, and the king said, "Go."
"Your Majesty, if you are king, you must use blood as your robe."
The devil let out a faint sigh.
…
The oath knights who stayed by the king had waited for a while, and they were relieved to see the king returned safe and sound. They rode in well-camouflaged carriages and passed silently from the edge of the battlefield.
They will go to Caernarfon.
There, the king will join forces with Ingres.
Yes.
The king used a letter to get Anger to agree to his request.
He borrowed the sharp knife.
According to the king's request, Angel's army did not pass on the wide avenue, but chose a relatively rugged and hidden mountain road, but this was not too difficult for the Angel people living in the mountains and fields. requirements.
Suddenly, the king remembered something.
He asked the devil who was driving: "Will you take part in the war of mankind?"
"It depends on how you define it, Your Majesty." The devil seemed to have thought of something, "Ah, one or two hungry ghouls will definitely be able to steal a few bites of corpses. You can't expect those guys to abide by any morals? But... with that damn knife on his head, I don't think there are any guys who have the guts to go directly into the war."
The devil has no explanation for what exactly "that damn knife" is.
The king tapped on the car window, his face suddenly cold for some reason.
"Don't worry about these battles, and rush to Caernarfon at full speed."
King ordered.
The carriage turned into a puff of smoke and passed over the hills.
…
On the southeast coast of Legrand, a port belonging to the Five-Port Alliance.
A ship passing through the Abyss Strait quietly docked here.
At this season, the Abyss Strait is enveloped by the monsoon, and it is a good wind from Legrand to the east, but other ships have to face violent wind and waves when they come to Legrand. However, this ship seems to be unaffected by the wind and waves at all.
It was a very beautiful ship with a snow-white flag on which the holy cross was painted. The sailors on board were silent.
The head of the port is waiting respectfully here.
The white pedal was put down, and a man in a bright red gown and a red shawl walked down slowly. His clothing showed his identity - a cardinal.
As such a powerful member of the Holy Court, he seems relatively young, and under the square hat is a gentle face that makes people feel close to the heart. The slightly lighter brown hair was blown by the breeze, and the facial features were slightly softer - if anyone met the Pope, they would find that the young cardinal's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to that.
Of course, no one dared to say this.
The young cardinal looked at the land of Legrand, held the golden cross on his chest, and said softly, "May the Lord bless Legrand."
"May the Lord bless Legrand."
The person in charge should agree.
The young cardinal smiled, carrying a small suitcase.
In the era when states were divided into separate borders and kingdoms fought against each other, there was still such an invisible country. It had no city walls and no borders, but it covered both sides of the Abyss Strait and stood above the castle towers. The sound of the bronze bell echoes throughout the four seasons.
That is-
God's kingdom.
The kingdom of God is everywhere, and the Holy Spirit in the heart is His realm.
That's what the young cardinal came for. He is not just a cardinal.
He is the papal envoy.
- He came to crown Legrand's new king for the Pope.