The glimpse of the dragon disappeared into the sky. Except for a few people, almost no one knew that a legendary race was watching this land. It seems that in the blink of an eye, spring is over, and the rush is overwhelming.
The flames of war that had been reignited in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain stopped unknowingly after burning for a while.
The giant wooden crossing, the fortress where the two armies confront each other and the plains, the large and small fortifications are intertwined like canine teeth, cutting the whole area into pieces, there are blockades everywhere, and the flags of the Royal Army or the people of the East are everywhere, fully armed Soldiers and knight officers wandered between these criss-crossing blockades, carefully patrolling the land that temporarily belonged to them, and were wary of the flags that were close to them. But it is undeniable that the brief and fragile truce The situation has been established.
Rumors abound, and in this era when information can hardly be effectively controlled, as long as a piece of news reaches people's ears, and there are bold people walking between regions, it will spread among the crowd, and the spread will continue. In the process, countless grotesque versions have been differentiated.
Some people say that the Royal Army has suffered a big defeat, Silver Castle can no longer withstand the pressure, and the nobles of the capital are negotiating peace with the Eastern Realm, and some people are spreading the completely opposite version, and some people say that the Typhon Empire is about to move on the border, and the pressure of foreign enemies has caused The two armies ceased fighting, and some people even linked the current weird situation with the plagues that have occurred frequently in the Jumu crossing area recently...
Among all the versions of the rumors, the most reliable news comes from the horse breeder who served for the Legion of the East. The horse breeder vowed that he saw the giant eagle of the elves flying from the northwest, and the elf messenger entered Prince Edmund Fortress, the temporary truce was ordered shortly after that.
On the east side of the giant wooden crossing, in the newly built fortress, a tall sentry tower stood upright on the city wall. Edmund Moen, who was dressed in black armor and had already grown a beard, stood on the top of the sentry tower, looking at the scattered people in the plain area. Flags and large and small wooden camps, the wind from the southwest howled and blew through the tower, rolling the flags above Prince Moen, hunting.
The sound of iron boots stomping on the ground came from behind, and Duke Silas Loren in full military uniform came to the tower. The Duke of the Eastern Realm said in a deep voice, "The elves have left, Your Highness."
"If they come seven days later, the giant log crossing will be ours," Edmund Moen said softly, "The undisciplined soldiers of the coalition army are no match for us at all, even if they wear new equipment, they will only swarm Just rushed up to die."
The Duke of the Eastern Territory took a deep look at the prince: "But we must stop the war, which is of great importance."
"Yeah, it's a matter of righteousness. We are fighting for Ansu's future, not just for that position in Silver Castle," Edmund said indifferently, "Duke Lauren, what's the order in the rear?"
"Everything is fine, Your Highness, there is no need to worry," Silas Lauren nodded and said, "Only Belk sent a worried letter. The Cecils are mining the minerals in the White Sand Hills with amazing techniques and speed. It's exaggerated, and I don't even know if I should believe those claims."
Edmund was a little curious: "What did he say?"
"...the Cecils will probably blow up 'Little Crow's Head' within this year, and next year they plan to blow up a second."
"... Belk doesn't seem to be a person who likes to exaggerate."
"He does not like exaggeration, Your Highness."
"Then I would like to believe him," Edmund said. "If the Cecilians have the ability to use some kind of magical weapon to blast the walls of the Rock Fortress, then there is no reason for them not to use similar explosions in mining."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help sighing: "Although we have successfully built new factories in the eastern border, the real technical foundation of the Cecilians is obviously not in those factories... We have fallen behind in this regard."
"We are already negotiating with the immigration management officials in the southern border, hoping to send some literate apprentices to study in their 'schools', and the southern border does not seem to be completely prohibited in this regard."
Edmund nodded lightly: "This matter requires you to pay more attention to talents, it is really important."
After a while, Duke Laurent left the tower, leaving only Edmund Moen standing on the platform at the top of the watchtower, standing quietly in the wind.
However, in the next second, a voice came to his ears: "You are really a wise ruler of the country, Your Royal Highness."
Edmund Moen seemed to have been waiting for this voice for a long time. He turned his head calmly, looked at the brazier not far behind him, watched a figure gradually condense in the brazier, and watched the figure walk to the ground and transform into He nodded indifferently to a woman wearing a priest's dress and whose lower body looked like plant roots, "You're here, Bertila."
"You don't deny the title of the wise ruler of the country anymore?" Bertila moved her rustling roots, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "You are so mature... you still hurriedly denied this title last year .”
"I don't need to argue with you on this kind of issue. The relationship between me and you has not reached this level." Edmund Moen's voice became colder, "If you are here to trouble those elves, I can only say that you are one step late and they have already left, going back to San Sunil."
"I'm not interested in those elves," Bertera chuckled, "it's you, who originally planned to announce your coronation after you captured the giant log crossing, but now you're disturbed by the news brought by those elves... no regrets Is it?"
Silently, Edmund raised the one-handed sword with the sheath in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Bertila's throat. In the air between the sword and the throat, black cracks spread like life: "If you If you die here, will anyone feel sorry for you?"
"Put this toy away, it's better to play with it on the battlefield than to threaten women here," Bertila lightly brushed aside the one-handed sword in front of him, "I'm just here to remind you, Prince Your Highness, time is running out, if you want to leave a place for the people of Ansu in the new era, you'd better make a decision as soon as possible."
Edmund Moen stared into Bertila's eyes: "I'm not interested in your so-called 'great evolution', and I don't care about your doomsday theory. Even if the so-called new era really exists, Ansu people will have it." You don’t need to worry about your own way of life.”
Bertila looked at Edmund quietly for a while, then shook her head, and walked slowly back to the burning brazier: "It's really an impressive speech, but it doesn't matter, we still have a little time, you still There is time...to make choices."
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In many cases, the so-called "choice" is just an illusion, a well-disguised established fact, placed in front of the person who makes the choice, so that the person who chooses has a slight illusion that the situation is under his control, or makes the powerless person slightly cover up Take a look at your own embarrassment.
In the Golden Oak Hall, Ansu's most powerful nobles were still discussing enthusiastically. These famous families expressed their opinions on the situation in the kingdom, and used various theories, allusions, and arguments to prove that their judgments on the situation were accurate, proving that Every word I said was for the bright future of the kingdom, but Victoria, who was sitting at the head of the long table, knew very well that these discussions and words were just paving the way for a conclusion that could be reached without discussion.
"... The Eastern Territory has accepted the conditions of a temporary truce. This is just the most basic reason. They are not qualified to represent Ansu..."
"The royal family is orthodox in Silver Castle, and the person who can represent Ansu is also in Silver Castle!"
"But we have to take into account the tense situation in the Holy Spirit Plain. What we have to face is a group of kleptocrats who are about to lose their minds..."
"Think long term, think long term..."
The earl, the marquis, the prime minister of the kingdom, and the important ministers of the military aircraft, they all spoke one after another, telling the truth that anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance. Victoria looked at this scene indifferently. She looked to the left and saw that the Prince of Wales was the same as herself. With an indifferent face, Duke Baldwin yawned big. She looked to the right again, and saw several elf envoys sitting on special seats not far away were looking at her with puzzled and bored faces.
Due to the special situation, the Golden Oak Hall unprecedentedly allowed foreigners to enter the scene to observe the noble meeting, but now it seems that friends from the Silver Empire really don't understand some "rules" of human society.
The elf named Sonia Frostleaf blinked in Victoria's direction, moved her lips a few times, and Victoria heard the other party's voice ringing in her ears: "Why did they insist on such a small question for so long?"
Victoria reluctantly summoned her magic power and sent her voice over: "Because some words have to bear great responsibility."
"We do understand this, but they discussed it for too long," Sonia Shuangye's voice was still confused, "Our elves can live for thousands of years, but your meetings are still too wasteful of time in my opinion Already... these speakers, don’t they have a different lifespan than ordinary humans?”
Victoria: "…"
This question is a bit beyond her knowledge.
She shook her head, decided to end those time-wasting discussions, and tapped the table lightly: "Gentlemen and ladies, it's time for us to draw conclusions."
The buzzing discussions stopped immediately, and pairs of eyes almost fell on Victoria, Welsh and Baldwin at the same time.
The Duchess of the North sighed secretly: In the end, no one dared to say the only choice.
Forget it, anyway, the Wilder family has been called "usurpers" privately in the past century. Isn't the image of myself, the Duke of the North, in everyone's minds not authoritarian
"There is no need to argue about the orthodoxy of the royal family, but the fact is that we must put this issue aside for the time being. The rebels in the eastern border cannot represent Ansu, and we... can't currently either. The only person who can come forward now is not in Silver Fort, he is in the southern border."
A middle-aged aristocrat with a slightly fat body and meticulous haircut spoke at the right time, with a solemn expression on his face: "Duchess, what you said makes sense, but the ownership of Ansu's royal power in the southern border has not yet been expressed. If you don’t show any attitude, and now hand over the important task of representing Ansu to Duke Cecil, then..."
Victoria glanced at the other party: "Count Bahrain, you can recommend whoever you think is suitable."
"... I mean, it's really appropriate to entrust this important task to Duke Cecil!"
"Very well, this matter is settled."
On the special seats beside the long table, the elf envoys watched the entire lengthy and boring meeting with confusion. It was only when Victoria Wilde suddenly presented the results of the meeting that the envoys breathed a sigh of relief.
Sonia Shuangye couldn't help shaking her head, and whispered to her companion beside her, "In comparison, the Gaoling Kingdom is much more efficient than them."
"Human meetings are always like this."
"In total, they can live for a hundred years and still dare to make waves like this. They are really amazing..."