At the same time, the Ebolden front, the camp of the Imperial Army.

"Seriously, I'm a little confused. ”

Scratching his head, Brandon with a strange expression on his face stared at the two figures opposite him as if he was curious and wanted to laugh - two Azorean elven warriors, a man and a woman.

More precisely, the commander of the Azores on the opposite side, sent by Rodria Azores, the emissary in charge of negotiations.

The tent was filled with Imperial knights, the two Grand Dukes Boe and Arles, the personal lieutenants of the two Grand Dukes, Albert, the royal wizard advisor, and the night watchman in charge of the guard... So much so that it seems a little crowded.

And standing under the chandelier, the two elven warriors in the center of the tent had the illusion of being surrounded.

"You see, we've gone to war, you've killed tens of thousands of us, we've killed tens of thousands... Belch... Elves, I don't know how to count your numbers, heads, blocks, strips, roots... It doesn't matter, anyway, one of us has to kill the other side after all, and the rest of the things will be left to the later ones to have a headache, all in all......"

"I really don't understand what you're here for, isn't that head I sent back to you last time not enough for your Royal Highness the Prince to understand what I mean?"

In the tense atmosphere, the expressions of the two elven warriors were obviously unnatural, as if they were holding back their anger.

"Your Highness Brandon de Salion, as you know, we are emissaries sent by His Highness Rodria Azore, who have come to communicate and consult with you. ”

Pursing the corners of his mouth, the more mature middle-aged male elf warrior stepped forward half a step: "Regarding the previous contradictions and disputes between the two sides, His Royal Highness Rodria thinks that it is the result of the failure of the two sides to understand each other, so ......"

"Before you speak, give your name. ”

The Archduke of the Scimitar Salika snorted lightly and said coldly: "What, is it possible that you Azorean elves don't even understand this bit of politeness, so you have to let us teach it?"

The expressions of the two elven warriors were even more ugly.

"I'm so sorry. The elven warrior had to bow his head: "Please forgive us for our negligence, under the ......"

"Oh, what if you don't forgive?"

Brandon, who tilted his head, deliberately snapped again.

"In the lower is the chief of the Guard, and this is the lieutenant Fran in the lower ranks. Gritting his teeth, the chief of the Wei Ting, who sat calmly, quietly pressed the female elf warrior behind him who wanted to draw his sword:

"We can understand His Highness's distrust of us, just as His Highness Rodria is just as suspicious of the Imperials - after all, we are still at war, and it is not very easy to build trust. ”

"But if you can, you still have to try, because it's good for both of us. "You need time to put your army in order, and His Highness Rodria is doing the same thing, and that night's battle is enough to show that neither of us is ready for the final battle, so why be so anxious?"

"Why don't we put aside the war for the time being, set a deadline for an armistice, and negotiate a mutually acceptable condition, for in this case, such an outcome would be beneficial to both great kingdoms, so why can't we put aside the struggle of wills and choose a more favorable solution?"

After the words fell, the chief of the court took half a step back, silently waiting for Brandon's decision.

In the quiet atmosphere, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was almost lying on the chair, tilted his head, with an impatient expression, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and his right hand pointed at the chief of the Wei Court with his index finger:

"You... Finished?"

The chief of the court bowed slightly.

"Good, because I thought we'd be talking about the end of the world - the chatter you just now reminded me of my former wizarding advisor. ”

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Brandon glanced at the archduchess who was looking at him, and the two smiled very tacitly: "There is a question, that is, about the elven messenger who was cut down by me before, what did your highness say?"

Such a provocative questioning was expected by the chief of the court:

"Your Highness thinks that the death of the last messenger, His Excellency Dion, was a misunderstanding, and that it is precisely because of the existence of a problem between us. ”

"Oh, like my uncle, Sevelin de Salion, and his four hundred guards......" Brandon squinted, his voice rising in tone.

"It's just a misunderstanding, it's a pity, but there's no chance of recovery, so... That's it?"

"It's not easy to compare, but if you're willing to accept it, it's fine. "The chief of the court is neither humble nor arrogant:

"Since both sides are destined to decide each other's fate in a glorious duel, why should they inflict more casualties on the sake of such a battle of wills? Both elves and imperials are noble and glorious peoples, and there is no need to destroy everything on impulse. ”

"Poof!"

Brandon laughed:

"A noble and glorious nation, there is no need to destroy everything by impulse... Seriously, I almost believed the look on your face!"

"Really, I almost forgot that it was you who instigated the elves of the Ancient Wood Forest to declare war on the Empire, sent the Grand Duke of the Duchy and my father Aykhar II to assassinate the principalities at this moment, caused a monster invasion in the Valley of the Blood, killed my brother in the Broken Boundary Mountain, and plundered our land......"

"Oh, and my uncle, Severin de Salion, was also burned to ashes by your behead, how did I almost forget?!"

The corners of his mouth rose wildly, Brandon became more and more excited the more he spoke, and finally simply roared.

"——!!!! of Shark"

The startled female elf Fran instinctively pressed the hilt of the knife, and the imperial knights in the camp almost rushed up at the same time, and in the crowded camp tent, the piercing sound of the blade coming out of the sheath exploded instantly.

"Stop! Stay calm!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, several officers hurriedly stood up to maintain order, and the chief of the Wei Ting, who was also stunned, immediately stopped the frightened adjutant:

"Your Highness, we are engaged in an all-out war that will decide the two great kingdoms, and this is what war is meant - innocent people will die, there will be people we care about, and it will cause countless destruction and death, it is inevitable!"

"We have created so much hatred that we can't defuse it, but at least we should treat it objectively - emotionality will always be useless, it will only make things worse, and it will be impossible to undo!"

The sonorous words echoed in the tent;

Those words that sounded convincing made the Imperial knights, who were originally full of anger, couldn't help but fall into thought.

Of course, this will definitely not include a certain disgraced prince.

"Good eloquence, don't be a samurai, I think you can be an orator. ”

Brandon, who smiled flirtatiously, snapped his fingers and waved his hands to the sides, and the knights retreated.

Looking at this imperial crown prince who was crazy for a while and normal for a while, the chief of the court didn't know what to say.

"Tell me about the conditions of His Highness Rodria, you two are here for this, aren't you?" Brandon, who didn't care, sat back in his seat and tilted his head to look at them: "If I promise a temporary truce, what are his conditions?"

The Chief of the Guards finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Regarding the truce, His Highness Rodria has only two proposals. Fran, the female elf warrior on the side, who had never had a chance to speak, stepped forward and said solemnly:

"First, the two sides have the trenches and defences outside Ebolden as the demarcation line, and both sides have garrisons on the border and have pledged not to cross the border until the end of the truce;"

"Second, the Azorean elves will not block the course of the Jewel River, but the Empire will not take the opportunity to cross the border from the direction of the Gem River and attack the coast of Ebolden or any Azorean elven ships that arrive at Ebrowen; ”

After saying that, the elf warrior looked nervously at Brandon, who was deep in thought, waiting for the other party's reply, and there seemed to be something flashing in her flaming red pupils.

Brandon had roughly figured out what the other party was thinking.

The first of the two proposals is more beneficial to the Empire, so that he no longer has to worry about the logistics line and no longer have to worry about being affected, and the second is beneficial to the Azorean elves, which is equivalent to making the Empire watch his reinforcements arrive and not be able to do it.

Of course, whether it is beneficial or not is all lip service, and neither side can force the other to implement this kind of agreement, and it is only a matter of moments when it is broken - the guy who is stupid enough to believe in the enemy cannot live until now.

What Brandon was really thinking about was the real purpose of the truce.

Waiting for reinforcements to arrive can indeed enhance the bargaining chips and winning rate of negotiations, but on the battlefield of Ebolden, he has a million troops, and he can really put into the battlefield to confront, fight, and fight... It will not exceed 200,000, and the maximum after deducting your own side is 100,000, and the rest are just reserve troops who can only stare dryly.

Although he doesn't think that a battle can decide the outcome of each other, no matter how you look at it, if you want a quick victory, the last thing you want to do is the other side.

So what was he really waiting for?

If it's not reinforcements, it should be someone else who can change the whole situation... Or something.

Brandon, who suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Lothair?

Could it be that the elven prince on the other side is actually waiting for the victory or defeat of the battle of Lothair, just like himself?!

Truly... If the Azorean elves win the battle of Lothair, it is equivalent to completely controlling the western part of the empire and the passage to the imperial capital and Ebolden, and they will be attacked by the enemy on both sides at once, cutting off the rear line;

But it's a pity, because the person who leads the battle of Lothair is his most trusted wizard advisor, and if even Loren Turin can't win the battle of Lothair, then he really has nothing to say.

Go ahead and take a gamble!

“...... OK. ”

Almost at the moment when the two elven warriors were about to give up, Brandon suddenly spoke, "I agree with His Highness Rodria Azores' proposal. ”

The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Hoo ——!"

The chief of the Wei Court, who breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but show a happy look on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Your Highness, I promise you that you will never regret this decision!"

"That's... It's not something you can decide, Your Excellency. Brandon didn't even look at him: "You're just a tool in charge of communication, don't take yourself too seriously." ”

"Yes, that's right!" the Chief of the Court didn't have the heart to refute at all: "May I ask if you have any conditions and proposals, if you can, I am also willing to convey your words to His Highness Rodria as they are." ”

"No, I think it's good enough if we can all keep it and see the day it expires. ”

"Indeed, then, Your Highness, please allow us to take our leave. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two elven warriors couldn't wait to leave.

"Wait!"

Before they could turn around, Brandon said coldly, "Who allowed you to leave?"

"His Highness Brandon?"

A trace of astonishment flashed on the face of the chief of the court when he saw Brandon raise his hand, and the imperial knights on both sides rushed up and directly pressed him and the adjutant to the ground!

There wasn't even time to resist—the moment they stepped through the door, Alberd had opened the ice barrier, closing the two elven warriors from any void power.

"Your Highness, what are you doing here, Your Highness?!"

The Chief of the Guard shouted eagerly, and the Imperial Knight behind him had already taken the opportunity to take away his and the adjutant's saber.

"What to do, I think it's obvious what I'm going to do. Brandon's face: "I know too much what you're talking about" expression:

"Obviously, I'm going to kill you... Any questions?"

The chief of the Wei Ting, who was blocked, was almost speechless: "Please forgive me for being blunt, you can't be ...... in a way."

"No, no, no, no, you're thinking too much. Brandon shrugged, "I'll still keep my agreement with your Royal Highness, but I'm going to kill you and send the 'reply' back with your head." ”

"As for how to kill you...... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked back:

"Grand Duke of Arles?"

"In!"

In response, a respectful Nolan Ode stepped forward and stepped out of the crowd.

"If I'm not mistaken, Arles has a long tradition of skinning and is very good at torturing prisoners in this way"

Ignoring the crowd around him, as well as the two wide-eyed elves, Brandon smiled and spoke:

"I'm a little curious, can you let me see it with my own eyes - skinning a living person or something?"

"Your Highness, you can't ...... by doing this."

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the court was pressed to the ground, and the Imperial knight behind him strangled his mouth with chains, so rough that he smashed a few teeth.

"Your Highness, this ......" The stunned Nolan Ode looked at the surrounding gaze and swallowed his saliva: "We usually skin the criminals after killing them - the skinning of the living is only used to deter enemies and ......"

"So......" Brandon winked:

"Duke of Arles, can you do it?"

Without even a second of hesitation, Nolan Ode fell to one knee on the ground:

"I will definitely let His Highness get what he wants!"

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