Chapter 423
The north wind howls, outside the north city gate of the fortress of Duanjieshan.
The only remaining hundreds of Legion soldiers in the fortress stand on both sides of the city gate, standing tall in the cold wind against the howling blizzard, everyone is right hand holding a halberd shield, left hand Embrace the helmet; it is motionless like a sculpture made of steel, let the wind and snow blow.
There is only one person who can allow them to do this, and there is only one person who deserves them to do it voluntarily.
The crown prince of the empire, Prince Connold Dessalion of Sacland...He is back.
No one spoke, and no one whispered... The silence outside the city gate was very depressed, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
Of course, there are always exceptions.
Brandon Desalion with an unhappy face is standing in the blizzard holding his shoulders-as the highest position of the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain, it is also the blood relative of Connold, reasonable in every circumstance He must personally "greet" his brother's return here.
Although he is extremely, very reluctant.
Of course, the same reluctance is the black hair wizard forced by him, "compelled by circumstances" standing behind the prince in motionless under the cold winter wind.
"Relax. Don't be upset when you're here." Brandon, with a smile on his mouth, waved his little hand at Ernst, very relieved." "Comforting" with his wizard advisor, Loren couldn't help but roll his eyes.
This kind of rogue-like face is almost becoming Brandon’s "exclusive logo"!
His Royal Highness said lazily: "More importantly... This is the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain. Connaught’s attitude can determine almost everything-if I hope to get a better result, I I think we also need to show more sincerity."
"..."
"You are my wizard consultant, and the Niederhofer you found is crucial Evidence; even if the beloved Imperial Brother won’t be able to embarrass us, he has to give him an impeccable reason, right?"
"..."
"You can rest assured, I I can guarantee that the Imperial Brother will never do it to you easily-of course, if he decides to do it to me, you have to protect me as much as possible... Uh, ask, do you think you have suddenly become Is it important?"
"...No." The expressionless Loren turned his head stiffly, and looked towards the prince with a murderous look: "But I'm all here, can it? Can I go back now?"
"Um...that's it."
Brandon raised his mouth and gave Loren a thumbs up: "I knew that we were really Come together!"
"..."
Loren very much hopes to pull out the bright silver and directly give the prince a chill, and then burn the corpse on the spot-but the price is too high Too expensive will make your head more valuable than gold of equal weight.
At this moment, a melodious horn sounded in the distance; almost at the same time, Loren and Brandon looked towards the white glacial wasteland.
Although it's not obvious yet, you can already see the flames slowly appearing on the horizon and the black shadows of people moving; the flag of the iron crown is fluttering in the wind and the continuous sound of horseshoes And stepping.
Brandon put out a long breath, changed his frivolous appearance just now, with an indifferent smile on the corners of his mouth, hands folded in front of him, his every move is rigorous, just like a prince’s demeanor. .
The exhausted black hair wizard also had to look back, solemnly looking towards the group of cavalry that had galloped from a distance, his eyes narrowed.
The north wind whistles and never stops.
Connold, dressed in a uniform, got off his horse and threw the cloak behind him to the attendants. Accompanied by a dozen knights who were also fully armed, he walked towards them.
black hair wizard eyebrows raised, at that moment he clearly saw that Brandon wanted to retreat, subconsciously pressed his waist, His Royal Highness trembled and immediately returned to normal .
"It seems that the Broken World Mountain is guarded..."
The voice of Connold Desalion with a stern face is vigorous and powerful, and the exhaustion in his expression can't cover up that share. The majestic, fire-like eyes stared at Brandon standing in front of him:
"You... did a good job, that was the right decision!"
Langdon sucked in a breath of cold air... Of course he knew what the "right decision" was.
I didn't go to the Blood Skeleton Valley to rescue the Northern Expedition Legion trapped by the avalanche, but chose to return to the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain.
Patting the snow on his body, Brandon quickly turned his mind and showed a bright smile: "In fact, there is nothing at worst—the battle is almost over when I arrive. Those carrion demons are not enough for Milas to do an after-dinner exercise or something...er..."
The knights behind Connold looked solemn, and their cold eyes were just fascinating. He died of suffocation in an instant; the blood stains on the sword, the broken armor, the frozen face... all proved how tragic the battle they had experienced.
Brandon is very convinced that if he continues to blow so "don't care", unless the Imperial Brother stops him, someone will definitely stand up and stab him to death.
"Oh right...Since the Imperial Brother is back unscathed..." Looking at the ugly faces, Brandon quickly changed the subject: "That must be blood Mukuru won beautifully, right?"
He tone barely fell, the black hair wizard saw Connold's arm suddenly tightened!
"Won beautifully?"
Connold squinted and frowned: "Just camping in the Valley of Blood Skeletons, I lost nearly in the blizzard. The strength of a banner regiment!"
"Following the continuous avalanche, the camp collapsed one after another...Fortunately, it was just an outpost, and the logistics of logistics were not affected. Otherwise, the soldiers behind me would have to be three-quarters. You must freeze to death in the glacier wasteland!"
"As for whether the winner is beautiful or not, you have also seen it with your own eyes and saw how the monsters fought!"
With a sigh, Connold’s voice was very calm, but revealed a deep chill: “Compared with us, they don’t need logistics, no luggage, and no casualties will be counted; even if they are all killed in battle, the remaining monsters will still be without the Slightest hesitation pounced on us, biting us."
"Fighting against such an enemy, is it really possible to'win beautiful'?"
Sackland with a heavy tone The prince murmured in a low voice, with a sense of sadness in his words.
"In order to contain them, I asked two thousand Legion soldiers to block the exit from the glacier to the Valley of Blood Skeletons. I saw the shield wall formed by them, little by little in front of countless monsters. Strangled into flesh and blood!"
"That’s how I bought time for the engineers to set up the ballista, so that the cavalry could have a chance to return to the hillsides on both sides, and the crossbowmen and light infantry from the two wings. Containment and blockade...I used up all the kerosene and stone cannons, and crushed the monsters to pieces!"
"You might as well ask them, and ask the two thousand Legion who did not come back alive. Soldiers, don’t you think it’s beautiful to win?"
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. The surrounding Legion soldiers nodded silently. Embarrassed Brandon twitched the corners of his mouth and said something for a long time. :
"Hug, sorry, I...I don't know how it is..."
"no! Brandon Desalion, you did a great job!"
Connold, with a heavy tone, stepped forward two steps and pressed Brandon's shoulder. His Royal Highness, who didn't react, almost collapsed to the ground!
"I won't ask about the reason or anything else. I only look at the result. You made a very wise decision." Connaught, who was quite emotional, looked at his younger brother, his blood relative:
p>"In any case, the Sackland Empire cannot bear the result of losing the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain!"
The two people who looked at each other were silent for one minute until Connold took the initiative. Released the hand on his shoulder.
"This is the first time I really don't underestimate you, Brandon."
"You are a real Desalion."
"There is no doubt that you should also receive the treatment that a Desa Leone deserves—I will write to the Imperial Father and explain the whole process of the matter, and I will tell him that you... The man in Jieshan Fortress!"
"Wait, what is going on..."
Some surprised Brandon has not had time to figure it out, Connold He turned around and walked to the black hair wizard, gave him a meaningful look: "As for you, Lord Loren Torino...
Someone wants to see you. "