Chapter 1086
Rodaria Azores His Highness the Prince has been in a bad mood recently.
As the most competitive heir and first leader of Xiong Yingwang, the supreme commander of the main battlefield, his dissatisfaction with the current situation has reached a critical point.
Of course, this dissatisfaction definitely does not include himself. As Eboden, the most influential and largest main battlefield commander, he believes that he has completed the task perfectly or even exceeded the limit.
This among which is included only took one month to capture the port, successfully killed a giant dragon, and for three months tore through the blockade line carefully constructed by the empire. All the way, the "edge breakthrough" penetrated against itself and Eboden’s encirclement network successfully invaded and wiped out the two Zacklands...
When the front line was the longest and the fastest, he even attacked the Imperial Capital city and even passed through the Imperial Capital. Territory directly threatens the Duchy of Ailemans further south!
There are also some unharmonious "little episodes" in the middle-being dragged out of the port by a guy named Loren Torino for nearly a month, it almost came back; caught The opportunity to break through the line of defense, and as a result, because of so much excitement, Legion almost fell apart...
The most irritating thing was the little blue-haired and silver-eyed man named Yuli Wirtz! As a defeated, he didn't realize it, and he stabbed himself in the back with an army like a gangster, burned the battleship and supplies, and almost killed himself!
This kind of clearly noble but no-lower guy is really disgusting. So far, his biggest loss is not Loren Torino, nor the Connold Emperor, but this defeated. In the hands of smelly brat, who is so much younger than him!
His Royal Highness Rodria Azores expressed that I hate brat!
Of course! All of this is nothing more than a trivial matter compared to his own achievements; especially when compared with the other two battlefields, it is even more brilliant.
His brother, who can be called a trash snack, is still in a stalemate on the border of the western battlefield, and he can attack a small castle for a long time without any success. There is no record;
On the northern battlefield, there hasn’t been any information about the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain or the Blood Skeleton Valley. The last news is that before the end of the severe winter, about the Emperor and Loren Torino goes north.
But sometimes no news is the best news-the main force of the empire’s essence is all concentrated in the north, dragged down by father Xiong Yingwang, and killed in World of Ice and Snow in the Fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain. Here; I have time to capture Imperial Capital and become the undisputed next-generation Xiong Yingwang!
Up to now, I have always judged the enemy correctly; whether it is Byrne Legion or the damn Grand Duke Elman, there is no news of going out of the city after entering that city.
The timid empires did not dare to let go of their "life saving benefactor", even if the result of this was that they themselves were gradually isolated, locked in the city, and refused to open it. That city gate.
With no worries, the elf little Prince can calmly assemble the army and disperse, gradually sweep and control all the surrounding territories, create a steel collar for the city, and let it slowly kill itself. Die it yourself.
As for forcibly attacking the city...not to mention how much it will cost to attack such a solid city, even if it is attacked, the elf Prince does not feel that his army is enough to occupy the entire city. .
The tens of thousands of troops seem to be spectacular and majestic, but there are a million empires behind the city wall, one million... It may only take tens of thousands of troops to conquer her, but It takes hundreds of thousands to conquer and even control her.
"...So, this is the main reason why I don't plan to attack the city until now." The little Prince, the elf, poured two cups of Sackland dry red from the manor. Pass one of the cups to the elf behind him with the same long hair as snow:
"The city can be attacked at any time, but what about after the attack? What we get is not just a mountain of wealth. , There is also a monster that is constantly rebelling and rioting... We can’t be cocooned, the chief wizard of the Regalia, Anson Zade."
The wizard wizard in a robe took the wine glass with one hand, trembling with fear. Head: "His Royal Highness is wise."
"Of course, these are purely for strategic and deployment considerations, and have nothing to do with personal interests-from my heart, of course I hope to conquer the capital of the empire La..."
Taking a sip of the dry red Sackland, the little Prince slapped his tongue: "It was definitely not because he was worried about his lack of strength, and then someone else picked peaches or something... Absolutely not. Right?"
"Of course, absolutely not!" Anson Zade quickly said: "His Royal Highness's move is naturally out of consideration for the overall situation, and has nothing to do with personal interests. It is even more impossible to have any selfishness!"
"Huh, really?" The little Prince's eyes lit up after drinking: "It's a coincidence, I think so too!"
Reluctantly squeezed a smile.
With the death of the Chief of the Supervisory Court and the capture of the Chief Deputy Officer, the original incomparable head of the Four Courts, the "Supervisory Court", has shown signs of decline; therefore, the "Guardian" is second only to the Supervisory Court. He has become the most important cronies around the little Prince.
This seems like a good thing, but it was bad news for Anson Zade-considering the "chief of the court and his lieutenant" who is loyal to the little Prince the elf, he treats himself and The elder sister's safety is very worried.
Getting together for many years, Anson thought he had seen the essence of the Prince:
For His Royal Highness Rodria Azores, the battlefield is his playground, the enemy It is the player on the opposite side, and the soldiers, officers, elite, miscellaneous fish on both sides... are all toys in his hand to play with the other player.
If you are alive, it is not because you are useful or valuable, but it is probably just that he has not mentioned that you have designed the way of death, or your novelty about him has not been completely eliminated-um , It's almost as fresh as brat for a new toy.
Like the recent Imperial Capital siege.
Not so much that this highness is worried that the loss is too great to be suppressed or that the peaches have been picked, it is better to say that he has recently started to enjoy another kind of "conqueror" pleasure.
Not only to defeat the enemy’s armies and capture the enemy’s cities; but to invade their territories, take away their villages and towns, rob their wealth, kill their kinsmen... and then On top, establish your own brand new rule.
To put it more intuitively, the elf little His Highness the Prince got tired of the continuous "war madness" and began to like the "farming stream".
"Speaking of my'new strategy', many problems have been a headache recently."
The sudden words immediately made Anson Zade's heart beat!
Put down the wine glass in his hand, the little elven Prince with his waist in his waist looked around the wilderness, under his feet is a paving road that spreads far away; more than a hundred elite warriors surround all around, guarding His Highness the Prince The carriage.
Rodria Azores' eyes flashed with boredom.
Since this Imperial Capital siege, various problems have emerged in an endless stream, so that his nominal supreme commander cannot handle military affairs in the siege camp. Instead, he has to bring the guards. Running around, ruling indiscriminately for the group of warriors who only knows to kill, handle all kinds of tax collectors and administrators.
The intractable trouble is also one of the reasons why the little Prince has not been able to attack the city for a long time.
"You have also seen the situation today. Although our warriors are loyal and able to execute every command I give you perfectly,..." the little elven Prince shrugged helplessly:
"This gang of martial arts is not suitable for any ruler, even if it is a cruel ruler—seriously, they burned the fields and destroyed the orchards, and even killed all the empires in the villages and towns. I have no problem. But it’s too much to manage the small things like warehouse management!"
"I think let them keep going like this, let alone alive, I'm afraid that even those fortresses and towers can be used. They demolished no one left."
Listening to the little Prince’s complaint, the chief wizard of the Royal Court, who had already understood his mind, bowed and saluted: "His Royal Highness, as your servant and courtier, I am willing to do anything anytime and anywhere. Your service."
"It's not a service, it's a reward."
Rodaria Azores satisfied nodded: "Your Excellency Anson Zade, you have been promoted—— From now on, I will appoint you as... well, the consul, tax officer, justice and first inspector of Western Sacrament!"
"I grant you the power to stand by one's word other than me , You can even form your own staff-within the control of the army under my command, you have absolute command and law enforcement power over any noble warrior."
"In short, I want You used the shortest possible time to change this terrible situation for me, so that the areas we conquered can provide food, supplies, supplies to the army... Well, there will be some slave labor when necessary; anyone who disobeys your orders , He chopped off his head for me!"
The little elf Prince waved his hand vigorously, indicating that he had made up his mind.
A strange color flashed in Anson Zade's eyes.
As far as he knows, the second batch of reinforcements from homeland has arrived in Eboden, and it will not take long to follow the marching route of Little Prince to support the battle against Imperial Capital.
In the face of such a support army, His Royal Highness Rodría Azores’ first reaction was not excitement, but a faint fear-because if his army situation is too bad, he must rely more heavily on the future Reinforcements.
He does not want others to think that he is important to him, and he does not want to show any weak or vulnerable side in front of outsiders-he is the player, this is his game, and only he can control the situation Decide how to act, not the other way around.
"Then these tasks will be handed over to you, Sir Western Sacramento." The elf Prince jokingly patted Anson Zade's shoulder:
"When this matter is over, if I can successfully inherit the throne by relying on the imperial capital, I will let you become the imperial front of the first Xiong Yingwang in the history of the Azores..."
"Boom ——————————!!!"
The sudden sound of explosion interrupted Little Prince's words.
The shocked little Prince, Anson and all the wizard warriors turned their heads to look at the source of the explosion in a tacit understanding-I saw the raging fire mixed with billowing smoke, rushing straight into the sky!
Looking at the fireworks rising from the ground, Rodría Azores was stunned for one minute before he suddenly reacted: "Well, over there..."
"It's the manor we just passed by!"
Anson Zade's reaction was a little quicker, and he waved his hand and hurriedly berated the surrounding wizard warriors: "Everyone Alert, send someone to investigate the situation immediately to see what happened?!"
"Yes!"
With a neat shout, an elf warrior disappeared beside the road In the jungle, the rest is tightly wrapped around the carriage, the steel gun is erected, and the long knife is unsheathed.
A very bad premonition spread in Rodria Azores' heart.
After a while, the elf warrior who hurried back proved his guess-and also brought even more exciting news.
"Loren ·Torino?!"
When he heard the name, the elf Prince was stunned: "How could he be here? He didn't go to the northern border mountain Already?!"
"Your Highness, please believe that even if you die, your subordinates are impossible to forget that person's appearance!" Elf warrior one-knee kneels, gnashing teeth said:
"The commander in charge of that manor was indeed the Duke of Byrne who blocked the landing of the army for a month in Eboden and killed the chief culprit of the court!"
"Apart from this, subordinate I also heard shouts like "Long live the Duke" and "God Bless Torino", so it must be the Duke of Byrne infallible!"
"How many troops does he have?!"
Side aside Anson Zade’s immediately asked a more critical question: "Are there any other troops besides himself and the guard?"
"The subordinates only saw a large number of fully armed. Equipped with an iron armored sword, as well as the elite "Byrne Knight" of the steed long spear, as for the number...at least thousands!"
"Thousands?!"
"At least thousands , And there is also the Duke’s Guard-the silhouette hunting Fiend." The warrior nodded heavily: "Preliminarily predicting that this is probably just his elite striker, conducting military force reconnaissance."
"If this is the case, According to our previous experience in combat with Byrne Legion, a large number of heavy infantry Legion and light cavalry Legion must be in the vicinity not far away!"
The little Prince was shocked.
"His Royal Highness, are you going to fight?" Anson Zade looked back, a trace of fear filled his eyes, and a trace of fighting intent: "That person now has only a thousand people around him to protect, if we act immediately However, his army is definitely too late!"
"In any case, we must make a decision immediately!"
Gradually came back from shock to the little Prince of his senses. a deep breath, like a great determination.
"Anson, you are right. The more this situation is in crisis, the more we must calm down, not panic, let alone be afraid. We are proud Azorean elves and noble warriors. It is the bloodline of Xiong Yingwang, we have to make a brave decision."
"Then your decision is..."
"Run!"