Pedi frowned at his wife's words, he didn't like the tone of Erin Field's voice now, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to show his displeasure on such an occasion. He pointed to the letter in the hand of the goblin Omiqi and interrupted his wife's words: "But the current situation is that a certain director of the Mage Tower has believed in evil powers!"

"No one perpetuates faith in righteousness, and no one perpetuates belief in evil. Erin Phier sighed, "There's no need for us to discuss this kind of thing. She pointed to the map, "What you and your ministers should do now is to think about how to realize your dream of unifying the Suk Plains in the current situation." ”

"What else does your father have to tell us?" Pedi heard something else from his wife's words.

Erin Phill didn't answer her husband's question immediately, she slowly approached the table next to her and stood beside him, looking around with the majesty of a mistress on her face and said, "Sylvester was actually detected by the Council before the rebellion, which means... The rebellion that took place in Drake City was actually a long time ahead of schedule. ”

"That is to say... If the Yekjar Military Port is really infiltrated by the Fallen, it is not ready?" Sira-Marne quickly reacted, and as she spoke, she looked at the King, "Your Majesty, I propose to immediately take control of the original officials and port city of the Yekjar Military Port, and clear all the caravans in the port. ”

"Now the port of Yekjar belongs to the Principality of Suluk. Pedi smiled deliberately and shrugged helplessly after glancing at Drahir.

"Give orders in the name of the 'Confederate Forces.'" Drahir said with a wry smile: "You are now the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Battlefield of the 'Confederate Army'. ”

"I don't think we should give orders to the Yekjar military port at this time, because our forces in the Yekjar military port are not yet able to forcibly interfere in the port situation. Morinda shook his head, "Moreover, our duty is to set strategic goals for the front-line troops, and to meddle in the direct command work... I suggest that Sir Bowenright be informed of what we know, and how to make a decision... It should be left to them to decide. ”

"Just let the fleet of the Misha Kingdom enter the harbor!" Baron Hannina mused, "Now is not the time to hesitate, after all, the power of the undead legion is uncontrollable. ”

"I agree. Drahir's face was pleased.

Pedi's gaze skimmed over their faces as they spoke, and finally at the map again, at the intertwined forces above.

After a long time, he commanded, in a commanding tone:

"Sir Marne, let the 11th and 12th Provisional Regiments and the Mixed 15th and 16th Corps prepare to board the ship at the town of Seka. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" faced with the order, Sirah Marne did not hesitate.

"General Drahir, contact the fleet of the Kingdom of Misha and ask them to blockade the sea near the port of Yekjar and expel all the Chamber of Commerce ships in the port and blockade the port city. ”

"Understood!" Drahier nodded solemnly.

"Ordered to... No... No, in the name of the 'King's Office,' send a letter to Bowenley, telling him to convey to Major General Buck that I will give him full authority to deal with all the affairs of the military port of Yekjar. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

...

Fort Kaval, the office of King Pedy Reagan of the Kingdom of Cruria, is like a big stage, with a different actor every morning, and when the time comes, they all leave.

This morning's light-hearted routine meeting turned into an urgent war situation seminar, leaving Pedi, who was unprepared, looking a little tired after the meeting.

The ministers had long since left, and the young staff officers in the office were cleaning up the ashes from the coffee table, and the previously closed windows had long since been opened, allowing the cool breeze of rain to surround the interior of the office, dispelling the residual smell of tobacco.

Pedi leaned back in his office chair and habitually flipped through the minutes of today's meeting, while Secretary General Altwood next to him was carefully recording Pedy's summary as he flipped through the minutes.

After all of this was done, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

"You're not gone yet?" said Pedi in surprise when he looked up and saw his wife.

"No, I just left. Erin Phier smiled.

Pei Di was stunned, quickly sorted out a few reports on the desk that had not yet had time to discuss, and walked out of the desk before Erin Phier walked up, took his wife's hand and walked to the reception sofa and sat down, and then ordered the waiter in the office: "Two cups of tea." ”

"You seem tired?" said Eileen Filler, nudgding her husband lightly on the back of the neck.

The long-lost feeling of coolness rose and fell on Pedy's back and then straight into his brain, and this special feeling of freshness made him hum softly, but the feeling disappeared quickly.

"One more time!"

Erin Fei'er replied very seriously, "No, this kind of spell has been cast many times and has very serious damage to the human body, and many old professors in the Mage Tower are because they often use this spell every day to relieve fatigue, and finally lead to paralysis." ”

"Then paralyze me. ”

"Don't talk about that... You should know why I'm coming to you now?" Erin Phil stood up and sat down across from Pedy.

Pedi looked his wife in the eye, took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of the turbid air that had accumulated from his work, and as the squire put the double tea on the coffee table, he stood up and walked to the nearest window, looking at the young knight in the distance who was training in the rain, and listening to the crisp sound of the rain hitting the ground outside.

"What is your father's plan?" asked Pedi.

"He wants 30% of the rights and interests of the Yekjar military port. Eileen Phil didn't hesitate.

"Really," Pedi chuckled, "I've read a book before that says that each of us is actually a clown in the stage area, the difference is in the size of the audience. ”

"I'm just saying that you should know that I'm always on your side. Erin Fil picked up her steaming tea and walked to the window to stand side by side with her husband.

"I'm not blaming you. Pei Di took the tea from his wife, and the slightly hot teacup shook his spirits, and when the hot water vapor came to his face, he said, "It seems that my guess is right, the rebellion of the Mage Tower and the matter of the Yekjar military port were deliberately connived at by your father!"

"Did the ministers guess?" a wry smile flashed across Erinfield's face.

Pei Di took a deep breath, "Everyone is acting, your father must be smiling proudly when he hides behind the scenes and looks at the clown on stage, right?"

Erin Phier shook her head, "But looking at this problem the other way, he is not a clown, but the audience has changed." "Do you know why I hated my marriage to you at first, because I hated shutting myself up within the walls, and I didn't want to let myself choose between my father and my husband one day." ”

"I'm sorry. Peidi buried her eyes in the mist of the teacup, apologized, and took a sip of the slightly hot tea.

"I was prepared. Erin Phier bit her lip slightly.

Pedi opened his mouth to say something, but finally had to bring the teacup in his hand to his lips, hiding what he wanted to say.

The two then fell silent for a long time, and the other officials in the office left under Altwood's command. Outside, on the school field, the knights may have noticed the gaze of the king and queen, and the training suddenly became more demanding.

"Your answer?" Elein Phier suddenly turned and leaned against the window edge, placing her steaming teacup on the window.

"I don't have to refuse, because I will need your father's support in many places in the future. Pei Di leaned over and looked at his wife, "If the right to part of the Yekjar military port can discourage your father's intentions, I will gladly do so." ”

"You don't talk about it anymore, maybe my father actually wants something less than that. ”

Pei Di smiled, gently blew the hot air on the teacup, and slowly took a few sips of fragrant tea before saying, "Compared to the friendship of the Mage Tower, the little benefits of the Yekjar Military Port are not worth mentioning at all. ”

...

Outside the gates of the city of Iruksi,

Fierce battles have been raging for a day and a night all over the outer defensive line of the camp built by the undead legion.

The corrupt ground was littered with the ruins of the elemental ravages, and the improvised undulating lines built by the undead legions, three-meter-tall magical golems pounded the dense lines of armored ghouls.

Behind the undead legions, stands a row of low-level necromancers wielding magic staffs, and the evil energy constantly fills the battlefield with substantial energy through the staff in their hands, constantly repairing the bodies of fallen ghouls while corroding the magic shields constructed by the 'Allied Army' mages.

"Raise your shield!

The officers on the front line roared, "Don't retreat! Raise my shield and rush forward!"

"Mage, Mage, control your puppets and plug these gaps!"

"Crossbow! We need ranged support!"

"Where are the bombing troops!"

The command was transmitted to the front-line corps command post with the flag flag flying over the line in the hands of the flag bearer, and then from the corps command post to the individual units.

"Knock, knock, knock!" seemed to be able to knock on the chest The dull sound that could knock on the chest overpowered all the shouts and killings on the battlefield, and clearly reached the ears of all the fighting soldiers, and also made the faces of the commanders of the rear regiment commanding the battle change.

The war fortress of the Undead Legion is out again!

It was towering as if it could penetrate the already excessively low dark red death clouds. Eight irregular thighs with a diameter of more than a meter and a disgusting sarcoma supported a massive body thick enough to cover the sky, more than five meters high. Its ugly body is covered by a thick layer of rusty iron armor with dark red eerie runes that defend against most elemental attacks.

Behind the iron armor is the Undead Legion's Meat Grinder, a headache-inducing weapon that uses corpses on the ground or the bodies of undead creatures to create an exploding flesh bomb that can be delivered to crowds on all sides through small catapults on the fortress.

"It's a war fortress, a magic shield!

"We need a magic shield above our heads!"

"What about the Paladin?"

"Where the hell are the bombing troops?"

The ground shook continuously, and the thick inlaid iron feet of the two war fortresses left deep pits, directly tearing through the defensive formation that had just been converted on the flank of the 'Allied Army', and the soldiers who did not have time to regret it either flew sideways because of the huge impact, or were crushed by the big feet that seemed to be able to cover the eyes of the sky and turned into fertilizer for the meat grinder.

The nearby soldiers were full of grief and indignation as they bathed in the blood spilled by their robes, but they didn't have a second to channel the sadness in their hearts, because the flesh bombs on the fortress of war had long been equipped, and they fell towards the surrounding military formations amid the screams of the undead on the fortress.

"Raise your shield!"

"Why are you stunned, raise your shield!"

The officers on the front line were screaming blood, and the good training results allowed most soldiers to raise their shields before the flesh bombs fell, and to turn on the defensive magic shields outlined on the shields in time.

"Bang, bang, bang!" As if the sound of a heavy hammer hitting the flesh echoed, countless flesh and spikes splashed and spread a green poisonous gas.

Although there was a timely defense, there were still many casualties of the 'Allied Army', and when the poisonous smoke spread, the squad leaders on the front line immediately shouted: "Quickly burn the body of the brother who died in battle, hurry up!"

As these orders were delivered, the bodies of the fallen Confederate soldiers were instantly covered in the fire magic that had already been drawn into their armor, and in the blink of an eye, they became pieces of carbon slag.

"Boom!" the explosion sounded in the midst of the excitement of the crowd.

The side of the undead legion's war fortress was blown out of a hole while the flames were splashing, and it seemed that it could not even stand on its feet. Suddenly, a terrible scream that made the scalp tingle constantly irritated the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers, and a dense evil energy began to fill the area around the war fortress, and a layer of oozing white bone armor appeared out of thin air and put on the body of the war fortress.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The human soldiers on the front line watched the incomprehensible war puppets still stand tall under the bombardment of goblin bombs, and just as the retreat was just born, the long, clear horn of the assault overpowered the howls of the undead and entered the ears of the soldiers.

"Damn Command!"

"Team!

"Give me a push!"

"Plug that hole!"

An order to storm came from the headquarters, and officers at all levels at the front had no choice but to carry it out.

However, the command of course will not let its soldiers die, and while they give the order 'no retreat', two squads of paladins have already surrounded the two war fortresses, and there are even bombardier troops not far away.

"Advance! Advance!"

The soldiers stepped on the blood-covered ground, stared at the dim clouds, their noses filled with ashes from the sparks of the Robe Brothers, and roared towards the army of ghouls that were pressing down on the fortress of war.

The battle continues!

On the rear podium,

Bowenwright held up his lookout glasses and observed the bloody battle ahead, and listened expressionlessly to the constant reports of the battle situation and casualties of the various units of the battlefield scouts.

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