Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135

Eboden Coast, early morning.

The spring sunshine turns the icy water into golden waves. Accompanied by horns like eagles, another battleship hung with the flag of the Azores is as graceful as a beauty in Eboden. Armed shoreline harbor mooring.

There are many more simple piers built with logs and bricks for ships and more than a dozen gravel roads connected to the city gate Dao Idol on the originally unobstructed beach.

As for the city wall facing the port, it was almost completely demolished, leaving only the original towers and fortresses; all the building materials were moved to the coast and turned into warehouses, docks, and observation towers. And plus various port facilities.

While it was originally destroyed in the war, the castle across the river from Eboden, the Eboden dock, the large warehouse...The elves only spent one winter repairing all the port facilities, and There is more "Azorean style".

Not only that, the port of Eboden today is even more lively than any previous generation.

Thousands of warriors lined up in loose but neat queues, leaving the battleship to set foot on the coast, like a trickle, converging in the direction of the city gate along the small pebbles;

On the side of the pier, the wizard warriors with only thin coats pulled on rough ropes, shouting neat trumpets to drag the battleship into the port;

The elves continue to unload wooden boxes full of cargo from the battleship ships entering the port, and then they are transported onto the trailer and pushed along the wooden rails on the pier, rushing to the small warehouses near the pier; then the next batch of elves Responsible for transporting them from the small warehouse to the distribution warehouse at the city gate, and then to the city, repeating;

After being transported to the dock, part of the battleship has already been sent to the homeland, and some along the gem river and the empire The coastline of Eboden City was looted and looted materials as much as possible, some of which were dismantled and turned into building materials for the construction of docks, ports and various facilities in the city; The logistical supplies of the empire, several large-scale raids on East and West Sackland and the empire’s coastline... The materials in Eboden at this time have been filled to the point where nothing is needed. Even if it is completely blocked by the empire, it can still be temporarily stable. Supply;

The original ruin-like city has become a "barracks" of cross roads and large and small brick-timber houses-training grounds, central squares, camps, restaurants, canals, sewage channels... The city where thousands of noble wizards and tens of thousands of poor people live can accommodate hundreds of thousands of Azores after arranging the space as reasonably as possible.

And the Azores did not stop there. What they wanted was not just a place to settle, but a brand new capital of the Azores kingdom...even if the materials were scarce, the land Under the tense premise, the original Eboden Council was still the core, and the Xiong Yingwang Palace was first built.

The towering 5th layer castle, the octagonal 3rd-layer viewing tower of the castle, the red wall of colonnades built around the city, the pond courtyard with flying red leaves...The Xiong Yingwang Palace was built in full compliance with the specifications of the homeland , Showing the ambitious ambition of the Azores elves, vowing to rebuild their kingdom on this land and raise the banner of Azores.

Eboden is the beginning of this ambition.

The bottom layer of the royal court hides the darkest corner of this ambition.

The thick and cold stone wall is decorated with exquisite wood panels, bright fluorite chandeliers are hung, tables, chairs and coffee tables, using the ingenious drainage technology of the Azores to make it cold and humid. The underground space becomes a cool and pleasant living room.

The only thing that cannot be changed is the deathly silence.

After retiring to Eboden, the elf Prince began to like this well-built underground living room-the extremely quiet atmosphere and slightly depressing atmosphere, allowing him to calm down and think calmly. problem.

"The information I just sent is about negotiations, Your Highness."

The young elf entourage knelt by the coffee table, cautiously opened a blood-stained note, Turning his gaze to the other end of the living room-the elf little Prince sitting on the floor against the wall is reading a book left by the nine-pointed star wizard tower at will by the light of the overhead wall lamp.

Beside him, all the scrolls and parchment that have been turned over are piled up in a mess, like a hill.

"The imperial prince...or the actual imperial emperor Brandon Desalion, agreed to your proposal; the two sides use the current Eboden line as the border, and will not stop before the official war For a senseless fight, apart from this, the other party did not make any other requests; it was just..."

The elf follower paused suddenly and his expression changed.

"Just...what?" The elf Prince didn't look up, as if he didn't care:

"Read it."

"Ah! Uh! …Observe, follow orders!" The awakened elf entourage quickly got up, with a little tremor in his voice: "Only, the two adults, the Chief Guardian and his deputy who were in charge of negotiating, were killed by the other party. The method is extremely cruel!"

Looking at the description on the letterhead, as well as the blood stains on the paper and the smell of not knowing what it was, the elf entourage was frightened to the soul flew away and scattered, and even the words were almost unsatisfactory. NS.

"Skinned...beheaded...decapitated in public...the letter in reply was attached to the heads of two adults, and was thrown into the barbed trench by two imperial cavalry. It was only discovered early this morning. …Wu! "

The elf follower with a twitching expression covered his mouth, his eyes widened, and tried his best to suppress the urge to vomit.

"That's it..." Brandon's tone was still very calm, and he quickly turned the pages of the book a few times without raising his head: "The execution process...has been seen by our warrior?"

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"...Yes, if you count what you hear and see, there are almost tens of thousands of people." The elf followed the panicked nodded, and has not recovered from the fear just now.

"Then bury their heads thickly, um... just under the 3rd-layer tower on the side of the royal court, facing the port." Rodria Azores tilted his head. ：

"The funeral must be well-placed, so that all warriors must be present to participate, and a ceremony will be held. When the time comes, I will go to the funeral in person...Do they have relatives or children?"

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"Uh, it seems... there is."

"Let them have to be there, especially those who know them. They have a good relationship with them... Well, take all the remaining warriors of the four courts Let’s gather all of them."

"As you bid."

The elf follower bowed and saluted, and took the second letter from the side table: "Next is The information about Lothar's battle was brought by a guardian warrior next to His Royal Highness Sicotus. He..."

"Stop, don't read it."

"pa!" With a sound of "pa!", the elf Prince randomly threw the book in his hand onto the "hill" beside him, interrupting his entourage: "What happened to Lothar, I have probably guessed it."

"His Royal Highness?"

"Don't understand? It's okay, I can explain it to you." Seeing the confused expression of his entourage, the fairy Prince seemed to be suddenly in interest. Cheerfully opened the mouth and said:

"In fact, it’s very simple, what do you think is the opposite... Why did Brandon Desalion agree to my proposal while killing me in front of me? The messenger I sent is dead--willing to be peaceful and madly provocative, isn't this contradictory?"

The elf follower was startled, nodded, and looked at the little Prince's more and more playful smile.

"The answer is simple...this is not a contradiction-and there is only one reason why he dares to do this, and that is the victory or defeat of Lothar."

Only the victory of the Battle of Lotaire can give the opposing emperor the courage to do so.

Dear Brother Wang Sicotus was wiped out, even dead; the Azorean elves on the front line of Lotaire were wiped out...Only in this way, Brandon Desalion can rest assured Boldly provoke yourself, and don't worry about being stabbed back when you get revenge.

As for the reason why he agreed with his proposal...it’s even simpler. He has to wait for the army heading to Lothar to come back to join him and bet the last bargaining chip on the Scales of Victory. The high morale brought by the victory of Tyre pushed himself in a wave.

Probably...that's what it's all about.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he is also gambling. I believe that the army he sent will be able to win in Lothair, at least it must be a tragic tie, to ensure that there is no danger behind him. , Otherwise...

Although I have seen how impulsive and crazy this "new emperor" can be, the fairy Prince still doesn't think it is the type that is keen on courting death.

The commander who can be trusted by the opponent will definitely win the battle of Lotaire... Well, the most likely to be Loren Torino.

"The fiasco of the Battle of Lotaire was not only the loss of an army of tens of thousands of warriors, but also the loss of an offensive direction, one that could cover us and distract the enemy. Reinforcement."

"We who have lost Lotaire will have to face offensives from all directions in the empire on a small battlefield like Eboden; we may be able to win the first time, the second time , The third time... But as long as the battle situation does not change, as long as we are still trapped in this small port of Eboden... Failure is only a matter of time."

"Even if we win in the end, we will We have lost the final opportunity to completely destroy the empire; maybe one hundred, two hundred, three hundred years...We will stand against the enemy until the destruction of one of them."

"This, It is the situation facing us at the moment, the entire Azores elves-the hope of victory is very slim. What we need to grasp is the last to survive, to ensure the continued survival of the entire race."

"For this hope, we must win, we can only win...by fair means or foul, bet everything...victory!"

Reverberating in the space, the originally a little frightened follower looked more nervously at the back of the elf Prince.

Rhodesia Azores, who was no one else, faced the wall, desperately suppressing the frantically raised corners of his mouth and his increasingly convulsive expression.

Betting on the outcome of everything, a battle that determines fate, the final gamble...that is, the final game.

Only he knows how long he has been waiting for this day!

The fight with life and life has long been unable to make him feel a trace of blood; the spewing plasma has long been unable to stimulate his nerves...Rational judgment, the game of winning, has made him numb for too long too For a long time, so that a little bit of change, or even a failed game, can make him feel a little bit of excitement.

And now... the fate of the entire Azores elves, the fate of the Azores royal family, and the future of this world... are all decided in their next game. Your own victory or defeat is related to whether In the next 100, 200, or 300 years, but the life and death of a race, a country...

Is there any more interesting game than this? !

No! This is not a rhetorical question, because of course there is no more!

Picking up the book that he had fallen on the "hill", the little Prince the elf smashed into the corner of the living room with his backhand.

"clang!"

The clanging sound, as if it touched some mechanism... The elf entourage couldn't help being speculated.

The next second, the suddenly opened "wall" verified his guess.

"Boom——!"

There was a loud noise, and the original wall opened to both sides like a sliding door. There was an extra cold iron fence on the wall. There was pitch-black darkness.

"Ahhhh————!!!"

Along with a burst of mournful scream, a black shadow hit the iron fence with a "dong!" The jumping elf trembling all over.

Not because of the silhouette, but because of the face.

The Chief Superintendent... "Celestial Phenomenon"... Eugen!

He is still alive? !

Eyes gleaming with gray blue rays of light, something like a wild beast, without a trace of rational expression, crazy movements, chains and shackles from head to toe...

But there is no doubt that the former chief of the court, Eugen, appeared before him, the warrior who should have died thoroughly in the battle of Eboden!

Why does he appear here, why is he still alive... No, is he not dead in the first place, but has been kept here, why did His Royal Highness Rodria do this? !

The mind of the elf entourage was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.

"It's very simple, you don't have to do anything." The little Prince, who looked back slowly, glanced at his stupefied entourage: "I walked you here for the last one. Insurance."

"Guarantee...Guarantee, insurance, insurance?!"

The elf entourage stammered at his His Highness the Prince.

"Yes, that's why I want to share my plan with you, my...victorious...plan." The leader stuffed Eugen's head into the cell, and the elf Prince tilted his head and looked at himself. Follower:

"As you can see, I resurrected our Chief Superintendent with the help of a second regalia; in that case... guess what else I have resurrected—hint, guess By the way, there are rewards."

What has been resurrected...Is there anything that needs to be resurrected...The secret weapon in Eboden City...Uh...

"giant dragon?"

The entourage tentatively asked: "You...resurrected the giant dragon...that you killed?"

The little Prince the wizard lit up.

"Oh, you are very smart!" Rodria Azores nodded, and looked towards him meaningfully:

"Then the last question... guess what... I I have to work hard and even use the construction of the royal court to conceal the plan to open the Eboden underground transportation network..."

"What is it for?"