Chapter 1073
After several days of marching, Loren's team finally arrived at the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain as scheduled—although it was slightly ironic.
Although the army of the Blood Skeleton Valley returning "on schedule" blocked the attack of the monster army, it missed the battle of the fortress in Broken Boundary Mountain. In a sense, it was also one of the incentives for the fall of the fortress;
By the time they arrived at the Fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain, there was no such thing as a "Fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain" in any sense.
Some, it's just a piece of ruins blocking the only road between the mountains.
Standing on the messy battlefield covered by snow, Loren and his party with different moods looked at all kinds of mountains among the mountains, the snow and ice debris piled up by rubble.
Some places have been completely buried by broken rocks, and the original shape is not visible; in some places, the original retaining walls and collapsed towers can still be seen vaguely, but most of them only have a little Rubble; some of them are piled with corpses, which look like they have been cleaned up recently; some of the smaller and sturdy towers are still well preserved, standing alone in place...
Ruins of different shapes , Was dyed the same color by the falling ice and snow, and she could even vaguely see her once majesty and demeanor.
Once...
The construction began in the second life generation, the fourth generation was completely completed, and the subsequent generations continued to improve and process. For hundreds of years, the northern gate of the empire was invulnerable, indestructible and impregnable, The fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain...was turned into a ruin in front of him by a dozen wizards plus not a lot of materials.
Although there are many factors in this-the landslide of the mountain, the sufficient understanding of the fortress, and the emperor personally opened the last switch; but it is just a sentence of "all this is created by the wizards" It is enough to be amazing.
The wizard represents the future... This is the collective long-cherished wish of the Corona Master and the entire nine-pointed star wizard tower. If they can see the scene in front of them, they will see the fortress representing the "past" being " The future" will become ruined rubble, shouldn't it be very gratifying?
But it is difficult to say whether such a future is good or bad.
After all, although the destruction of the giant dragon kingdom is full of conspiracies, and even deliberately guided by certain forces, the wizards still have to bear a large part of the responsibility.
A power that is too powerful-even if it is restricted and paid for-will still be awed, jealous, and vigilant by people; it is the same for people with power or without power.
If this problem cannot be solved, in the end, I am afraid that the imperial wizard will still end up on the same level as the giant dragon kingdom.
even more how In fact, the enemy of the wizard, the Holy Cross... also came from the hands of the wizards.
Looking at the iron crown banner flying in the distant ruins, the black hair wizard couldn't help sighing.
No matter how crazy I think, as long as the people who have seen this ruin in front of me from today on, they will never underestimate the wizards, at least they will start to value the power of this group.
No longer a juggling, no longer just an "insignificant", no longer a "dispensable freak heresy", but a group of masters with special knowledge and power that should be Pay more attention to the groups that deserve more attention.
Void weapons, Floating Void City, an array of earthquake demons that destroy fortresses...Isaac Grantham, maybe the fate of the imperial wizard can really get Heaven and Earth turning upside down in his hands. .
"The temporary camp is in front, and the rangers returning early have notified us of our arrival."
The silhouette of Edward the night watchman walked out from Brandon's side, quietly Behind everyone, he said: "We have asked them to prepare blankets, tents, hot food, boiled water and firewood for heating. The army can rest here for a while."
"In this case, So what are we waiting for?"
Brandon's expression was strangely indifferent, coldly said without even looking behind him: "Hurry up, don't make the soldiers wait in a hurry. "
After finishing speaking, His Royal Highness ignored the people beside him, and walked alone, and everyone behind him had to follow him to the ruins of Duanjieshan's camp.
Edward the night watchman followed the prince step by step, not forgetting to glance at the black hair wizard on the side, suggesting something.
The silent Loren just raised the corners of his mouth gently.
Passing through the surrounding ruins and some simple earth walls and temporary fortifications, Loren and his party finally returned to the fortress of Duanjieshan. The shadowy crowd was waiting for their arrival in the camp.
In a deadly camp, there was no sound. Everyone stood silently on both sides, forming a seemingly dense human wall, leaving a passage for His Royal Highness and the accompanying Knights. pass through.
A narrow road leads straight to the center of the camp. Across the crowd, you can faintly see a piled platform there.
The platform is there, isolated from the other ruins and buildings in the camp, alone; dozens of veterans riddled with scars surrounded it and guarded it.
Loren, who was vaguely aware of something, instinctively reached out to stop Brandon who was still moving forward, but was pushed away by the prince.
"If...this is the last time between me and that guy, I never want to be the guy who hides from sight." Brandon's voice is very soft, but he can hear the firmness of his heart. :
"I have to go, Loren, I have to go... I have to tell him to let him know that I am not afraid of him and he has nothing to fear... I have to look into his eyes, do you understand? I have to look into his eyes to...to let him..."
"To let him know...I'm back, there is nothing to worry about."
The pupils stared at the obsidian pupils, and the scorching eyes were filled with a certain strength of determination.
A few seconds later, the black hair wizard released his hand, but was caught by Brandon again.
"Come with me, please, I know this but...I don't want to go and see him alone." His Royal Highness pursed his mouth and sniffed hard:
"The hero who won the Battle of the Blood Skeleton...I think you should be qualified."
Loren had to agree.
The two slowly walked to the platform under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, and the atmosphere was depressed and solemn.
Among the people near the platform, Loren saw the silhouette of Charlotte; the female count of the Scarlet Blood Castle looked as serious as the surroundings, but had endured the hardships of a long journey. There was no normal place at all. The demeanor, even a little tired-this was absolutely unimaginable in the past.
At the moment she saw the black hair wizard silhouette, Charlotte's eyes lit up, but it didn't even help for half a second to hold back the momentum of her pounce, and she moved forward naturally. He raised his chest, his eyes became serious again, just slightly nodded towards Loren.
For some reason, he did not see the silhouette of Grand Duke Salika Jonah of Boye.
The black hair wizard who raised his eyebrows followed Brandon onto the platform.
Connold’s body lies on it; thick cloak and black linen cover him.
Brandon walked aside, his pace was steady, the right hand was raised several times but then put down again and again; finally he made up his mind to hold the black cloth, but couldn't bear to open it.
"Loren...you know I have always envied him." Brandon suddenly whispered: "From the day I was born, I have always envied him, even jealous of him."
"I am jealous of his attention, jealous of him being admired by Ms. Fitronay, jealous that so many people are willing to give him allegiance to him, even die for him... I have never experienced that. Feeling."
"But in the final analysis...I am not really jealous of this. What really makes me jealous is the effort that father poured into him—the kind of attention and care in his eyes, let me know There is a difference between me and him..."
"I hate the difference, even if I know what I want is not those." Brandon murmured: "But now...no I know why...I feel sorry for him again."
"The'ideal' that is hanging on the lips, the attention of the people, the expectation of the father, the faith that persists to the death... You talk about this make people Envy, jealous and hate guy, is there any day he...lives for himself?"
"If what he does, all his choices are based on ideals..." Looking at Kang Nord’s corpse, black hair wizard said solemnly: "Then he is not living for himself all the time." Langdon smiled slightly in the end.
"Yes, this is Connold, no...this is the emperor."
"Either turn the empire’s ideals into your own power, or turn your own The'will' becomes the will of the empire-the iron crown, which is such a chain that combines the two into one."
"Wearing the chain, you can transcend the flesh and become the empire itself; But on another level, you are just a mortal."
"The emperor... is such a human-like, half-human Demi-God monster, hahaha."
Blan Deng laughed, but in the end the smile froze on his face, looking a bit lonely and bleak, his trance gaze seemed to penetrate the black linen and saw Connold's remains.
"But... my beloved Imperial Brother, I didn’t come here specifically to say this."
His expression changed, Brandon stopped looking at Loren, his eyes fixed on He lowered Connold's cheek with a black cloth.
"I will never be a guy like you, I can't kill me, and I don't want to be like this-I will never be a slave of some kind of'belief' or'ideal' , I won’t, and you know I won’t!"
"I am Brandon Desalion, and always will be. I will not become Connold I or be People call it the "Thirteenth Generation of the Supreme Emperor." I will never be one of fourteen or tenths. I...I am me."
"I want to make the empire even for thousands of generations I can still remember my name afterwards, just like Brandon the Sage and Charlotte the Queen of the Dragon, not the other Brandon."
"For this Goal, I will never let the empire die-the empire will never die in my hands, that's your purpose, right; you would rather die to preserve the dignity of the Dessalion family, as if that thing is more than alive It's important..."
Brandon kept talking, his speed was very fast, as if he was deliberately suppressing his nervousness, pretending that everything was normal, and he was still calm. appearance.
The black hair wizard stood silently beside him, his eyes hanging down can clearly see his trembling arms hidden in his sleeves, even if he clenched his fists, he could not restrain the trembling arms.
"Bang————!"
At this moment, there was a neat sound from the camp under the soil platform.
"Bang————! Bang————! Bang————!"
The solemn-looking Legion soldiers suddenly began to battle their hands in rhythm. Halberd and the shield banged in the snow below their feet; it was a little messy at first, and soon the voice gradually became uniform and orderly.
"Bang————! Bang————! Bang————!"
The uniform knocking sound quickly spread throughout the camp. The Blood Skeleton Valley warriors who returned with Loren looked at their surroundings warily, with different expressions.
Some of the older veterans face changed, their alert gazes obviously recalled something; while some young Knights were startled first, and then the involuntarily began to beat their weapons. ; When the people around me remembered to stop them, it was too late.
The entire Duanjieshan ruin camp has become a "sensational" ocean.
"Bang————! Bang————! Bang————!"
Amidst the bursts of noise, Edward the expressionless night watchman raised his hands and cupped them. A flag with a black iron crown, and a long sword and a crown placed horizontally on the flag.
Mithril sword, kingship.
The crown, the iron crown.
The former represents the status of the Desalion family in the Royal Sword Knight regiment, and the latter represents the inheritance of the jurisprudence since the first generation of the supreme emperor and the queen of the giant dragon kingdom Brunnhild. .
Edward, the night watchman holding two Supreme Treasures in his hand, just step by step walked past the wall of soldiers formed by the soldiers, walked to the platform under the gaze of everyone, and raised the treasure high, one- knee kneels down.
The veterans on both sides have practiced countless times. They raised the zither-shaped shield over their heads with one hand, and knelt down face to face, forming a shield in front of the platform." Channel" extends from Brandon's feet to in front of Edward, who holds the Supreme Treasure.
The ruined camps that were still "lively" a moment ago suddenly fell into a dead silence, and all fell silent.
"The old emperor is dead, the crown is vacant, and the throne is empty..." The low voice of Edward, the indifferent night watchman, echoed in the silent camp:
"We Remembering His Majesty Connold I, remembering the thirteenth generation of the glory he brought, remembering his confrontation with tens of thousands of cruel Azor elves on the tower-his spirit, courage, perseverance, determination... We will always remember, but...!"
"No matter how we remember, the empire...must have an emperor, and there must be someone who can take the burden of Connold I and create the fourteenth generation standing by us In front of us, lead us, dominate us, teach us..."
"We...The Empire implores you, Dear Prince of East Sackland, Prince of the Empire, and reasonable and legal successor Brandon Desa Your Royal Highness Leon, take this burden and become our emperor!"
"We implore you...to be crowned emperor!"