Chapter 427
The Battle of Self-Defense Mountain Fortress 1 month later.
The howling blizzard finally intermittent, the black iron crown flag is still flying on the top of the spiral peak of the fortress of Duanjieshan.
Prince Sackland with his entourage, dressed in a cloak, stood outside the south city gate of the Broken Boundary Mountain Fortress; Brandon Desalion, who was standing opposite him, still had his face on With an incomparably bright smile, he stared at the "respected brother" without showing any weakness.
Behind him, there are more than a hundred Legion soldiers and the Loren entire group who have survived the Battle of the Blood Skeleton Valley.
The black hair wizard beside him secretly glanced, and an imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of his mouth—on the surface, there was a calm and composed Brandon with his hands behind his back. They were shaking non-stop.
"According to our previous agreement, it is also the wishes of the Imperial Father...Today you must leave the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain, leave the northern border of the glacier, cross the Jewel River and return to the Imperial Capital Golovin."
Connold, with a stern look, sullen his face, and Shen Dun's voice is as sharp as a steel sword: "After all...it is too dangerous to have the only two heirs of the empire in the Fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain."
"I raise my hands in agreement with this... the snowstorm in the north is really impressive, I will not forget it in my life!"
Brandon deliberately bit the word seriously Er, the bright smile on his face remained undiminished:
"Do you need me to give you a message to Imperial Father and Ms. Fitronay? I guess I might just be able to do something like this— —And with your request, they can also make them feel a little bit of anticipation for me, the "shameful prince"!"
"I don't think it is necessary, you can just deal with it. Just one sentence is fine." Connold was very disapproving.
Suddenly, Brandon’s face showed a somewhat ambiguous smile, and he made two deliberate gestures: "I said...even if the Imperial Father doesn’t have it, Ms. Fitronay. There won’t be there, right? You know, before I came, I was told by her several times to..."
I haven’t finished speaking yet, seeing Connold’s cold expression, Bran Deng obediently shut up.
Prince Sackland glanced at him faintly: "Is there anything else I need?"
"I will leave before the evening. Before that, I need to make some preparations. Necessities, don't you mind?" Brandon shrugged.
Connaught is slightly nodded and agrees.
"Then..."
Brandon dragged a long tone, smiling more and more: "If there is no problem, from the fortress of Duanjieshan to the section of the road, Jewel River , Can you send a team of guards from Broken Boundary Mountain Fortress to escort me?"
"You have your own guard." Connold refused indifferently: "You still have giant dragon Mirasis, I don’t need another escort, right?"
"That’s right, but didn’t I almost die in the wasteland of the north when I came?" Brandon tilted his head, a little provocative. 'S looked towards Connold: "The army in the Broken Boundary Mountain Fortress can at least relieve me a lot."
"Dear brother, I almost die without a whole corpse Now."
Connaught is slightly frowned, coldly snorted.
"Not this time."
Prince Sackland narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "I can assure you that as long as you are still Within the territory, you won’t encounter any army that will attack you again!"
"But...you also have to make sure that the events in Forgetown will not happen again!"
" I, I do my best!"
Brandon, with a pale face, stood on tiptoes, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.
With a soft sigh, Connold Desalion stepped forward while exhaling; Brandon almost instinctively wanted to hide behind him, but he was directly holding his shoulders .
Connold looked at him, at the red eyes that were exactly the same as him, but not the same; the two eyes facing each other were almost face-to-face.
Brandon stared wide-eyed of restless did not dare to blink, swallowing hard.
"Brandon, I have no objection to you wanting to take back what belongs to you, and even I admire this point-it proves that you are already a qualified Desalion, not that nonsense Brandon."
"It’s not always a good thing to break free from the shackles of the body." Connold looked at his younger brother with deep meaning, "From today onwards, I won’t see you as my younger brother anymore."
"It’s Brandon Desalion...can you understand the difference?"
The prince His Royal Highness laughed stiffly, but the corners of his mouth twitched all the time.
"May the Holy Cross protect you from the wind...I will always watch your every move."
"Remember, you are a de Salion...but, not only It's just a Desa Leone!"
Without waiting for Brandon to say anything, Connold, who pulled the Greatcloak, turned around, and moved alone towards the fortress. The guards on both sides looked like The split waves were uniform and uniform, making way for Prince Sackland.
Standing at the forefront of the guard, Ernst Dresis did not leave with him. He turned his head and looked towards the black hair wizard behind Brandon, his squinted eyes a little cold.
The silent Loren noticed the other's sight, carrying his hands on his back in the Imperial court, Knight showed a formulaic smile, slightly apologetic and slightly nodded.
Obviously, he did not intend to follow his "suggestion"... Ernst regretted shook the head, but he didn't intend to entangle too much. He just took a deep look at him and walked towards black. The gray pupil standing behind the hair wizard.
"Are you really going to leave?" The middle-aged Knight frowned slightly, looking at this gray-eyed boy who didn't even want to look up at him:
"Connold Your Highness has already taken the initiative to confess his mistakes at the Legion meeting, and cleansed you and the hanged soldiers-you are still the youngest leader of the empire, and in Legion, you still have a great deal in the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain. Future."
"Who knows the future, my position may be yours in another ten years...I am leaving now, really worthy of the high hopes for you and the promotion of your highness?"
Lu Sien, who didn't look up, looked cold and gritted his teeth.
"I appreciate the importance of Thank You Your Highness, but I also swear it." Lucien collapsed word by word: "Loren Torino saved my life, and I will do my best. Repay him as much as I can."
"I'm sorry, Master Drexis, I am an Elman after all... We do what we say!"
"Just be one Wizard guard...I remember when you came to the fortress of Duanjieshan, you said you would never let others look down on you again."
"If I break my promise, then people will look down on me!"
The middle-aged Knight looked at him quietly, and suddenly beckoned behind him; an attendant who was always standing at the back came forward and handed the two daggers to the gray-eyed boy’s before.
Lu Sien was surprised and lifts the head looked towards the silent Ernst.
"This is sent back together with Elman’s reply, your big brother, Uli Wirtz, Duke of Elman." Ernst’s eyes were unexpectedly complicated:
"He wrote a long letter of nearly a thousand words, cursing you for nothing from beginning to end; he told us that it is no surprise that you will be treated as a deserter. If everything is true, the Wiltz family will not be right. If you have any comments on the hanged matter, you will not protest to His Majesty the Emperor."
"But..." The middle-aged Knight paused and glanced at the dumbfounded gray-eyed boy.
"He also asked us not to make a rash decision... and told us that there are many doubts in the whole matter. If you run the sentence so rashly, you will definitely be dissatisfied; so he asked us to investigate clearly. , Be sure to come up with enough evidence to convince you, only in this way can you show others the justice of the empire!"
"In order to make us take this matter seriously, he also specially used his sword Sent here together." Ernst sighed long.
The black hair wizard who was always standing next to him looked slightly, scanning the densely packed letterhead with fair handwriting all night, and couldn't help hooking the head.
Uri Wertz, Duke of Allermans, Lucien’s big brother, is really... such an awkward person.
"Keep these two swords well, you deserve it." The expressionless middle-aged Knight handed the weapon to the gray-eyed teenager who was still there:
"I originally planned to wait for you to resume your position before telling you about it, but now it seems... there is no need for this."
The voice fell, Ernst Dresis took a heavy step , Leaving Lu Sien a lonely back.