Chapter 977
The flames dissipated and the snow melted.
Only the sea breeze that was rolled up with the tide is blowing Eboden with only broken walls.
Because of the last "retrospective" spell launched by Corona before his death, all the abnormal conditions of the entire Eboden-but any existence that has been infected by Void Power a little bit-all Restored to the state one hundred and thirty years ago.
One hundred and thirty years ago...not to mention human beings, even elves are impossible already born!
The blood sacrifice that has just been completed has also completely dissipated under Corona's "correction", and nothing is left; fortunately, there are no more who left in the city, so there is no implicated person.
The only unlucky person is a small group of elven troops who have not had time to withdraw from the city-because almost every elven warrior has a certain void response, at least at the level of a wizard apprentice.
So, they were treated as "abnormal conditions" and went back one hundred and thirty years ago with the Evil God body...
So the current Eboden is not just in name only, but also in reality the "empty city"-except for the ruins and ruins, nothing is left.
After experiencing the "giant dragon attack", "blood sacrificial offering", and "retrospecting the curse" in turn, the lingering elven army stayed outside the city and did not dare to approach; it was not until the moonlight came that the remnants were gathered , Officially entered Eboden.
After some cleaning, the wizard warriors cleaned the ruins of the nine-pointed star wizard tower, and cleared the direct road from the port city gate to the wizard tower, finally really controlling the port and city of Eboden.
But that's all.
When the Eboden garrison retreated, they cleaned up extremely cleanly without leaving any excess luggage; and the things that could not be taken were turned into coke in the previous bombing.
spoils of war …There is really only a port and a shabby city.
The little Prince with pale face woke up from a coma, wrapped tightly in a blanket to keep him warm, barely opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at the stars.
Too much blood loss, sleepy and tired, and having to spend the night in such a cold and broken place...
All of them, they all pay tribute to the Duke of Byrne, Loren ·Torino Thanks.
I don’t know how he is now, he should be a little bit more miserable than himself if he is so exhausted?
Twenty days of the game, from the first contact to the most intense confrontation, the two sides kept playing their own cards, using unexpected tricks that the other side had unexpectedly, one after another plan that exceeded each other’s expectations, one after another. Pushing each other to the verge of death again...
Really, I obviously want to die, but I can't help but want to care about him, for fear that something will happen to him.
This is probably...the tacit understanding and fetters between "old enemies"?
Little Prince couldn't help but smile, his eyebrows frowned.
No...not caring, but reluctant.
Such enemies and opponents, only if they are defeated by their own hands and watching him fall into the abyss of despair, can they exert their greatest value and reap the greatest surprises.
In case, if he is not careful, he will die in an accident; or be cheated to death by other fools and stupid teammates and fall into the hands of one of his own brothers...
Isn't that a slap in your face? !
Just as this possibility flashed in his mind, Little Prince couldn't help but shudder all over, as if he had eaten something very disgusting.
"His Royal Highness Rodria..."
The embarrassed Regalia chief wizard, Anson Zade approached with his broken arm, hesitated and looked nervously He looked like the little Prince who was thinking about things in a daze.
"Just say what you want."
Little Prince still looks up at the starry sky, Lazily's expression is very impatient.
"The Imperial Court...and all the warriors under your command..." The white-haired elf boy with a broken arm twitched his throat and carefully considered it, choosing words that would not offend His Highness the Prince: "Everyone's emotions...a little depressed."
Depressed?
For a moment, little Prince slowly lowered his gaze, faint smile looked at the elf boy in front of him; that weird eye divine token Anson Zade panicked one-knee kneels down, bowed his head. Dare to look again.
"The mood is a little depressed... of course." Indifferently smiled, the little Prince said softly:
"Yes, we won the battle of Eboden, with the three heads The giant dragon fought and successfully killed one of them... I wrote this incident as a battle report and sent it to the Royal Father. I dare say that none of my big brothers would believe it."
"We are the one who wins. , The winner is us-with less than one-tenth of the casualties, we almost defeated and annihilated four times the enemy in the siege, so why..."
"Such a victory, but tastes Feeling of failure again?"
The white-haired elf boy did not dare to answer, let alone refute. He just lowered his head and pressed his mouth tightly.
"Because our enemy is a guy who can turn things around in adversity—because our enemy from the very beginning does not think about how to defeat us and block us; but how to drag as much as possible While staying at the time we captured the city, it caused us more casualties."
Rugged tiredly, the little Prince muttered to himself in a low voice: "Because we saw the city that captured the city again and again. Hope is right in front of us, but it is actually a trap planted by the other party, allowing us to experience the pain of being frustrated again and again."
"He used this method to save the lives of his overwhelming majority warrior and civilians. At the same time, they kept us out of the city for 20 days...ha."
"Let’s put it this way, if you don’t count the giant dragon that I desperately killed in the end-it should be an accident, at least This is true for Loren Torino-our victory may not be worth mentioning when compared to his."
"Because at first’s goal is completely different, so this siege war We are both victors, but... his victory may be more dazzling."
The silent white-haired elf boy couldn't help being slightly nodded.
"If you think about it this way, you can understand that everyone's mood is a little depressed; after all, when the enemy is successful, anyone will feel depressed." Little Prince sighed slightly, disapproving. :
"But it’s okay, because the enemy will die for a while, and will not dare to attack us; and we have time to rest and spend the next cold winter-waiting for the beginning of spring in the coming year. March along the Jewel River towards the enemy’s capital."
Huh?
Little Prince's reply made Anson Zade stunned.
The enemy will not attack... Why?
Clearly morale is low at the moment, and the weak elven army is unable to fight anymore, and cannot defend this port city at all.
But he didn't dare to say anything, he could only bow his head and say yes.
The extremely exhausted little Prince didn't seem to want to explain, so he immediately shifted the topic to another matter: "By the way, Shirari Yurii... Has anyone found her where?"
p>"No." Anson Zade replied, bowing his head: "We sent two warriors to search-wizard towers, fortresses, city walls, ruins, sewers... I have searched all the places I can find, and still I didn't find it."
While answering, the elf boy was still secretly paying attention to Little Prince's expression.
In all fairness, he is the last person who wants to see Shera come back... This elven girl who always pretends to be "innocent and cute" is actually a hundred times more terrifying than the former regalia second Middel.
This is not to say that she is inferior to her, but that Midel has a bottom line and scruples in doing things, and prefers to use non-violent means to solve problems; and Shera... just the opposite of him, there is nothing at all Lower limit.
Such a guy is a huge threat even if he is his own.
"Oh, then forget it." Little Prince waved his hand indifferently, as if to say something not worth mentioning: "Anyway, our lovely Miss Shera is very good at hide-and-seek. She may be hiding somewhere now, ready to scare us."
Hide and seek? Probably...
Anson Zade couldn't help twitched the corner of his mouth.
Thinking of the "high-level curse" that detonated the entire Eboden before, and even the blood sacrifices were wiped out, it is really hard to imagine that the sinister and vicious girl could have any way to avoid it.
“Therefore, before Miss Shera returns to join us, let’s do something more meaningful.” After yawning, the little Prince pointed to the direction of the Gem River Ferry in the distance:
"For example...recover a giant dragon that I killed."
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p>"Understood, let's go down...well, send two more people to stay behind, and be sure to take care of him."
"Yes--!"
Standing in black Outside the door of the hair wizard's room, the frowning prince pinched the bridge of his nose to keep himself awake.
When he was returned by the scarlet giant dragon Grumto, Loren passed out and became unconscious. After twenty days of hard work, he was exhausted physically and mentally. Brandon was even exhausted. I dare not imagine that if I want to change to myself, I can hold on for such a long time.
After Loren fell into a coma, Brandon immediately took over the retreating Eboden defenders and civilians. Regarding this result, no matter whether it was the Count Eckert of the Fortress of Fury or the wizards of the wizard tower, there was no objection.
It would be better to say that after losing their only commander, the Prince of East Sackland who rescued them as a dragon rider was their only hope.
Not only that, on the way to retreat all the way to the south, there are also continuous soldiers from around towns and refugees who have escaped the war to join in, and further expand the size of the battallion team. It has been nearly ten in just one afternoon. A multitude of thousands.
Brandon originally worried that so many people would attract the elves to chase, but finally found out that he was too worried-the elven army was also exhausted, morale fell to the bottom, and there was no power at all. Fight again.
Next, he only needs to take the 100,000 people out of Eboden Duchy step by step, and this retreat is a success; there is count Eckert led by the Castle of Fury, and the wizard family with the wizard tower pacifies the people. It is not difficult to do this.
The real trouble is the price paid for this battle of Eboden.
The nine-pointed star wizard tower is fragmented;
Loren Z. Corona dies in an unfavorable life;
The dark blue giant dragon Iolite... becomes Azov Spoils of war.
For this kind of thing, Brandon wouldn't even dare to even think about it before replacing it.
The good thing is that Iolite’s death will surely anger the Dragon Clan of Jufeng Mountain, so that they will join in the all-out war of the wizard invasion;
giant dragon It is very careful, especially the behavior that hurts their ethnic group members, it is easy to cause strong revenge from the whole family.
The disadvantage is that they will also hate themselves-just like the previous sixth generation of "sage" Brandon I, because he sacrificed his giant dragon in the Battle of the Blood Skeleton, resulting in Dragon Clan of Jufeng Mountain hated him so much that his two grandsons lost their qualifications as dragon riders and almost lost the throne.
I... well, and my own son and grandson (if they really exist), will probably become unwelcome objects of Jufeng Mountain?
As soon as he thought of this, Brandon couldn't help but sighed, approached the edge of the Floating Void City retaining wall, looked down, and his lonely expression suddenly softened a lot.
The retreating army camp that fell at midnight is already a spark; the people spontaneously set up their own temporary camps around the army camp, and the Boys hussars riding their horses and the few remaining guards The army soldier patrols the surroundings, searching for all the supplies that can be found.
Although there are many sacrifices and heavy casualties, at least it’s not that you didn’t get anything...you have to pay if you want it, right?
Become an emperor who is "completely opposite" to Connold... Whenever he thinks of this sentence, Brandon can't help but laugh.
Really... After getting along for so long, this guy is still as cautious as ever, for fear that he will abandon him immediately after becoming the emperor.
Clearly friends...what can I worry about among friends?
"His Royal Highness."
While Brandon was stealing amusement by himself, the observer on Floating Void City interrupted him suddenly: "There is a message from the hussar below. , They encountered the empire’s outpost light cavalry, and they are coming over here."
Oh, so fast?
Brandon’s expression was a bit surprised. He thought that Connold’s Imperial Brother didn’t want to care about the life and death of the Eboden people-it seemed that he was still a little human.
"How many people...I mean the total force, and where is their main force?"
"This...the other party didn't say it, just ordered us to stop and prepare immediately Respond and wait for Legion to arrive." As he said, the observer's expression suddenly changed, and paused as if he was mustering courage: "In addition... Your Majesty Connold I... is also among the outpost cavalry. !"
Is the Imperial Brother here? !
His Royal Highness, with a look of astonishment, couldn't help but glance back at the direction the cavalry came-at the forefront of the temporary camp under the banner of the Iron Crown. The soldiers and civilians could already be heard. The emperor's arrival cheered.
"This is really..." Brandon couldn't help laughing at once, just sneer: "The shouting and killing on the battlefield has not stopped, and the peach pickers can't wait. Now."
The observer on the side lowered his head and desperately pretended that he hadn't heard.
"Since you are here, let the soldiers let go and welcome our great Connold I." Brandon shrugged and added as if suddenly remembered:
"Oh, let’s just say that my Royal Highness...The Prince of East Sackland is too busy to handle official business and can’t meet him personally. I hope his Majesty Haihan, and then..."
"Please come up to me by yourself Come on!"