His Royal Highness Prince Rodria Azores has been in a bad mood lately.

As the most competitive heir to the throne of the Eagle King and the first leader, and the supreme commander of the main battlefield, his dissatisfaction with the current situation of the battle has almost reached a certain tipping point.

Of course, this dissatisfaction is absolutely not included in his own, as the most influential and large-scale commander of the main battlefield, Ebolden, he believes that he has completed the task perfectly and even exceeded.

These included capturing the port in just one month, successfully killing a dragon, tearing through the Empire's carefully constructed blockade in three months, breaking through the encirclement against himself and Ebolden all the way, and successfully invading and sweeping the two Saklans in the east and west......

When the battle line was the longest and the fastest, he even attacked under the imperial capital, and even passed through the imperial capital, directly threatening the Duchy of Elems further south!

There were also some discordant "hiccupes" in between—being dragged out of the harbor for nearly a month by a guy named Loren Turin, and almost turning the tables around, seizing the opportunity to break through the defenses, only to be so excited that the legion almost fell apart......

The most infuriating thing is the little man with blue hair and silver eyes named Yuli Wirtz! As a defeated general, he was unconscious, and led a gang-like army to stab himself in the back, burned the battleship and supplies, and almost killed himself!

This kind of guy who is obviously noble but has no lower limit is really disgusting, and his biggest loss so far is not in Loren Turin, nor in Emperor Conod, but in the hands of this stinky boy who is defeated under his command and is so much younger than himself!

His Royal Highness Rodria Azore: I hate bear children!

Of course, all of this is only a trivial matter compared to his own exploits, especially compared with the other two battlefields, which can be called brilliant.

His brother, who can be called a waste of dim sum, is still in a stalemate on the border of the western battlefield, and he has not even had a record of winning a small castle for a long time;

On the battlefield to the north, there has been no information about the Broken Mountain Fortress or the vicinity of the Valley of the Blood, and the last news is that the Emperor and Loren Turin are heading north before the end of winter.

But sometimes no news is the best news - the main force of the empire's elite is all concentrated in the north, and they are dragged to death by their father, the Eagle King, and they are bitten to death in the ice and snow of the Broken Mountain Fortress, and they have time to capture the imperial capital and become the undisputed next generation of the Eagle King!

And until now, his judgment of the enemy had always been correct, neither the Byrne Legion nor the damned Archduke of Ellemont had been heard from outside the city since they entered the city.

The timid and fearful Imperials did not dare to let their "saviors" leave, even if the result of this was that they themselves were gradually isolated and locked in the city, and refused to open the city gates.

And the elven prince, who has no worries, can calmly gather his army and disperse, gradually sweep and control all the surrounding territories, build a steel collar for the city, and let it slowly kill itself.

As for the forcible siege ... Not to mention the cost of attacking such a strong city, even if it was captured, the elven prince did not feel that his army was enough to allow him to occupy the entire city.

An army of tens of thousands may seem spectacular and majestic, but behind that wall there are a million Imperials, a million... It may only take tens of thousands of troops to conquer her, but it will take hundreds of thousands to conquer and even control her.

“...... So, that's the main reason why I don't plan to attack the city until now. The little elf prince poured two full glasses of Sakran red salvailed from the manor, and handed one of them to the elf behind him, whose hair was as long as snow

"We can besiege the city at any time, but what about when we take it? What we get is not only a treasure with a mountain of wealth, but also a monster that constantly rebels and riots... We can't be cocooned, Chief Wizard of the Court, Anson Zade. ”

The elven wizard in a robe took the wine glass with one hand and lowered his head tremblingly, "Your Highness is wise." ”

"Of course, these are purely strategic and deployment considerations, and have nothing to do with personal interests - in my heart, of course, I want to capture the capital of the Empire......"

Gently sipping the dry red of Sakran, the little prince smacked his tongue, "It's definitely not because I'm worried that my strength is insufficient, and then someone else picks peaches or something... Absolutely not, right?"

"Of course, absolutely not!" Anson Zade hurriedly said, "Your Highness's move is naturally out of consideration for the overall situation, and has nothing to do with personal interests, let alone any selfishness!"

"Well, really?" the little prince's eyes lit up as he drank it, "What a coincidence, I thought so too!"

The Chief Wizard of the Imperial Court could only barely squeeze out a smile.

With the death of the chief of the Overseer and the capture of the chief lieutenant, the "Overseer", the head of the four courts, which was originally extremely powerful, has shown signs of decline, so the "Imperial Court", which is second only to the Overseer, has become the most important cronie around the elf prince.

This may seem like a good thing, but it's bad news for Anson Zade, who is worried about his own safety and his sister's well-being, given his loyalty to the elven prince, the "Grand Inquisitor and his lieutenants."

After years of getting along, Anson thinks he has seen the prince for what he is

For His Highness Rodria Azores, the battlefield is his playground, the enemy is the player on the opposite side, and the soldiers, officers, elites, miscellaneous fish on both sides... It's all just toys in his hand that he uses to play with another player.

If you're alive, it's not because you're useful or valuable, it's probably just that he hasn't mentioned that you've designed a way to die, or that your novelty for him hasn't been completely eliminated - well, it's almost as fresh as a bear kid is to a new toy.

It's like the recent siege of the imperial capital.

It is not so much that His Highness was worried that the loss would be too great to be suppressed or that he would be plucked, but that he had recently begun to enjoy the pleasure of another "conqueror".

Not only to defeat the enemy's armies and take the enemy's cities, but to invade their territories, take their villages and towns, plunder their wealth, kill their people... And then on top of that, establish a new rule of your own.

To put it more intuitively, His Royal Highness the elven prince is tired of playing a vigorous "war maniac" and begins to like "farming".

"Speaking of my 'new strategy', there have been a lot of headaches recently. ”

The sudden words immediately made Anson Zadeh's heart skip a beat!

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, the elven little prince with his waist in his waist looked around at the surrounding wilderness, and the paved stone road spreading into the distance under his feet, surrounded by more than 100 elite warriors, guarding the carriage of His Royal Highness.

A hint of boredom flashed in Rodria Azores' eyes.

From the beginning of the siege of the imperial capital, all kinds of problems arose, so that he, the nominal supreme commander, could not handle military affairs in the siege camp at all, but had to run around with his guards, dealing with the work of various tax collectors and administrators for the elven warriors who ruled indiscriminately and only knew how to kill.

The endless troubles that can be dealt with are also one of the reasons why the elven prince has not attacked the city for a long time.

"As you can see today, although our warriors are loyal and able to carry out every order I give perfectly, ......" the elven prince shrugged helplessly

"These warriors are not suitable to be rulers at all, even a brutal ruler - seriously, I don't have a problem with them burning down the fields and destroying the fruit forests, and even killing all the imperial people in the villages and towns, but it is too much to even do such a trivial thing as managing a warehouse!"

"I think if they continue like this, let alone the living, I'm afraid that even those fortresses and watchtowers will be demolished by them. ”

Listening to the elven prince's complaints, the chief wizard of the Imperial Court, who had already understood it, bowed and saluted, "Your Highness, as your servant and courtier, I am willing to serve you anytime and anywhere. ”

"It's not a service, it's a reward. ”

Rodria Azore nodded with satisfaction, "Your Excellency Anson Zadeh, you have been promoted—from now on, I appoint you as... Well, the Consul of West Sackland, the Tax Collector and the First Inspector!"

"I grant you the power to say anything but me, and you can even form your own staff - within the control of my army, you have absolute command and enforcement power over any noble samurai. ”

"In short, I want you to change this terrible situation for me in the shortest possible time, so that the areas we conquer can provide food, supplies, and supplies to the army... Well, there will be some slave labor if necessary, and anyone who disobeys your orders will have his head cut off for me!"

The elf prince waved his hand very hard, indicating that he had made up his mind.

And Anson Zade's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration.

As far as he knew, a second group of reinforcements from the mainland had arrived at Ebolden, and it would not be long before they would follow the route of the little prince's march to support the battle against the imperial capital.

His Royal Highness Rodria Azores' first reaction to such a support was not excitement, but a faint fear - because if his army was in too bad condition, he would have to rely more on reinforcements from later.

He doesn't want others to feel that he is important to him, and he doesn't want to show any weakness or vulnerability in front of outsiders - he is the player, this is his game, and only he can control the situation and decide how to act, not the other way around.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Lord Archon of West Sacland. Patting Anson Zade's shoulder vigorously, the elven prince said jokingly

"When this matter is over, if I can successfully inherit the throne by relying on the imperial capital, I will make you the first Eagle King in the history of the Azores Kingdom to be the royal ......"

"Boom ——————————!!!!"

The sudden explosion cut off the little prince's words.

The little prince, Anson, and all the elven warriors who were shocked turned their heads to look at the source of the explosion very tacitly—only to see the raging fire mixed with billowing smoke, straight into the sky!

Looking at the fireworks rising from the ground, the stunned Rodria Azore was stunned for a minute before he suddenly reacted, "That, shouldn't it be ...... over there?"

"It's the manor we just passed!"

Anson Zade's reaction was slightly faster, and he waved his hand violently and hurriedly scolded the surrounding elven warriors, "All on alert, immediately send someone to investigate the situation and see what happened?!"

"Yes!"

With a neat shout, an elven warrior disappeared into the dense forest beside the road, and the rest were tightly wrapped around the carriage, steel spears raised, long knives unsheathed.

A very bad premonition spread in the heart of Rodria Azores.

Moments later, the hurried Elven warrior confirmed his guess—and brought even more exciting news.

"Loren Turin?!"

The moment he heard this name, the little elf prince was dumbfounded, "How could he appear here, didn't he go to the Broken Boundary Mountain in the north?!"

"Please believe that your highness, even if your subordinates die, it is impossible for your subordinates to forget the appearance of that person!" said the elven warrior on one knee, gritting his teeth

"The commander who captured that manor was indeed the Duke of Byrne, who had blocked the landing of the army on Eberden for a month, and was the culprit who killed the chief of the Overgeet!"

"In addition, the subordinates also heard shouts such as 'Long live the Duke' and 'God bless Turin', so it must be Duke Byrne!"

"How many troops does he have?!"

Anson Zade, who was on the side, immediately asked a more crucial question: "Is there any other army besides himself and the Guard?"

"The subordinates only saw a large number of elite 'Byrne Knights' who were heavily armed, equipped with ironclad swords, and horses and spears, and as for the number... At least thousand!"

"Thousands?!"

"At least a thousand, and there are also the Duke's Guard, the Witchers. The elven warrior nodded heavily, "The preliminary prediction is that this is probably just his vanguard elite, conducting armed reconnaissance." ”

"If that's the case, according to our previous experience in fighting the Byrne Legion, a large number of hoplite legions and light cavalry legions must be not far away!"

The elven prince was shocked.

"Your Highness, do you want to fight?" Anson Zade turned his head, his eyes filled with a hint of fear, and a hint of war, "That person is only protected by more than a thousand people around him now, if we do it immediately, his army will definitely be too late!"

"No matter what, we have to make a decision now!"

The little prince, who had gradually recovered from his shock, took a deep breath, as if he had made some great determination.

"Anson, you're right, the more this situation is in crisis, the more we must be calm, not panic, not to be afraid, we are proud Azorean elves, noble warriors, and the blood of the Eagle King, we have to make brave decisions. ”

"Then your decision is ......"

"Run!"