"Boom ......"

The black dragon slumped down and spread its wings to the ground, and the wind swept across the battlefield, rolling up a cloud of flying sand and rocks—centered on the dragon's body, an irregular circle of smoke and dust spread across the ruins.

On the dead battlefield, the desolate beast turned its body at a speed that did not fit its size at all, and a large area of ruins collapsed with it, and the roar of earth and stone was incessant.

Maybe it's the innate fear, maybe it's out of the worship and belief of the Imperial people in the dragon, maybe it's out of the gratitude of the saved to the rescued... All the Ebolden defenders remained silent in "tacit understanding", standing motionless in the shadows, looking up at the dragon's strength and grace.

The people of the empire may have different feelings for the dragon because of their different origins, but at least one thing is the same, and that is awe, the awe of the power that stands on top of the world and unites the seven great kingdoms into one.

It is precisely because of their ability to harness the dragon that the De Salion family is qualified to rule the empire;

It is precisely because of the fear of the dragon that the empire has not been divided and large-scale rebellion has not occurred for thirteen generations.

This frightened everyone, as if it were a natural disaster, but it kept the peace of the Empire for thirteen generations - because to this day, there is still no force that can compete with it.

The sturdy scales of the city walls, the wings that soar into the air are "breathtaking", and the terrifying power and unimaginable speed make all the traps a joke for it - the truth is, any one of these characteristics can be found when taken out, but when they are combined......

That is the perfect "being".

It is ridiculous to make humanity fully understand how ridiculous its power is, the king at the top of the food chain.

And such a dragon that can only be imagined in the imagination not only appeared in front of them like this, but also appeared three at once!

Facing the human beings who were staring at her blankly, the black dragon Mirasis showed a very "vague" smugness, and the elegant dragon head slowly hung down, so that the person sitting behind her would not fall to his death when he "turned over and got off the dragon".

As the dragon leaned over, a red-haired and red-eyed figure appeared in front of everyone, and the scarred legion commander of the defenders, a clever man, slammed his right hand on his chest and quickly knelt down on one knee.

"Imperial, salute His Royal Highness Brandon, Prince of East Sakland, Long live de Salion——!"

"Long live De Salion——!!!!"

A chaotic shout sounded, and the soldiers in front of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower fell to their knees in a mess, and many wounded soldiers fell to the ground as soon as they knelt down, unable to stand up again.

Despite this, the Ebolden defenders present still expressed their respect and gratitude to the "new crown prince" for saving their lives... Although, he himself is not adapted to such sudden enthusiasm.

"Uh... Okay, okay, it's almost done, don't be so polite. ”

Brandon, who was proudly crossed his waist one moment ago, waved his hand awkwardly the next second, and climbed down from the dragon's back without a fight:

"And His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... Tsk, it sounds really uncomfortable, a little weird. ”

"Will it be stranger than the title of the disgraced prince?"

The black-haired wizard with a tired face curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Brandon, who had turned down the dragon's back: "If I had told you a year ago that I could become His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you would probably be crazy with joy, right?"

"If you don't know that Conod became Emperor - and I willingly!" Brandon rolled his eyes.

Loren let out a long sigh of relief, smiled and shook his head.

Only at this moment can I laugh so easily.

"Can you still hold on, you look like you're dying now. ”

Brandon, who was laughing, frowned, looked at the black-haired wizard with an extremely ugly face, and stepped over the corpse of an elf at his feet—as far as the eye could see, the remaining soldiers were almost invariably wounded, some more embarrassed than his own wizard advisors.

Twenty days, the disparity in troops, the disparity in combat power, the fortifications are like paper paste... How did these guys hold on?

"It's okay, it's not going to hang up in the next second. Loren himself shrugged unconcernedly: "The words of the army... There were still about 10,000 troops that could continue to fight, but it was the last point, and after 20 days of fighting, the contrast of strength with the enemy not only did not shrink, but on the contrary became larger and larger. ”

"The Azorean elves are not very good at fighting the heavy infantry that form the phalanx, but their fighting qualities and the coordination of their soldiers far exceed ours - with the same number of troops, their skirmish line will be twice as wide as ours, and it will be easy to outflank and besiege us. ”

"In the face of surprise attacks, pursuits, and retreats, they are able to react quickly, change formation, change the direction of the march, and never break up, anyway, there is nothing you can't imagine, there is nothing they can't do. ”

"The only effective means of suppressing the enemy at present are long-range projectile weapon killings, cavalry raids, and the use of terrain and fortifications to create opportunities that make it impossible for the enemy to get around—and then there's the same quantity and quality of elites. ”

"In my experience, unless you have the advantage of troops, stronger long-range projection ability and cavalry, or occupy a good position... Otherwise, we must not start a large-scale decisive battle with the Azorean elves, otherwise we will definitely suffer. ”

The black-haired wizard spoke in a joking tone, as if he were talking to a friend about his experiences over the past twenty days.

But with every word he spoke, Brandon's heart sank.

There is no doubt that this information was obtained by Loren in bloody battles and countless sacrifices - in twenty days, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were killed and wounded, in exchange for information that was crucial to the next war of the empire.

He also knew how much advantage he could gain by being the first to learn of this information.

Looking at the "wizard advisor" who was obviously exhausted but still holding on, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was a little unbearable, pursed his lips, and turned to the direction of the elven retreat in the distance with his eyes lit up.

"It seems that the long ears on the other side are frightened by dear Mirasis and her little friend, and will not attack for a while. Brandon thrust his waist and glanced at the black-haired wizard with a pretended joking:

"My resourceful princess, have you thought of the next counteroffensive plan?"

Loren breathed a sigh of relief and resisted the urge not to complain about him.

"Uh... The basic plan is still there, including if a certain 'Royal Highness the Prince' doesn't arrive in time. Loren still couldn't hold back: "To put it simply, it is to let the dragon deter on the periphery first, force the enemy to retreat outside the city wall, and gain about half a day of rest and recuperation." ”

"Well, practically, and then. ”

"Then we need to spend this half day reorganizing the whole army, treating the wounded, and recovering almost a fifth of the combat effectiveness, so that we don't have to worry about the enemy's surprise attack. ”

"Well, it's very specific, and then ......"

"Then with a feint attack by the three-headed dragon, the remaining army left the city through the sewers along the south gate and assembled along the Gem River - the enemy controlled the Gem River crossing, but their boats were too deep to enter the river, but we could. ”

"Well, that makes sense, ...... in the end"

In the end, the dragon took cover, and the whole army boarded the ship and turned in and evacuated. ”

“......”

Brandon stared at Loren motionlessly, his smile stiff, and a "you're kidding" expression.

The black-haired wizard looked indifferent, indicating that he was serious.

The two men were in a stalemate for a minute, and the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground around them did not know what was happening, nor did they stand up while kneeling.

"You know... We've got three dragons on our side, right?" Brandon resisted the urge to smack Loren on the head, smiling and keeping his composure:

"Can you understand the meaning of this - in the battle of the Valley of Bones of the 'Sage' Brandon, there were only three dragons who participated in the battle. ”

"We don't have enough troops to counterattack, and one of the men who charge will die cleanly. Loren shook his head: "The dragon can turn the tide of battle, but it's not enough to defeat an army of 100,000 elves - not to mention, the enemy also has projectile weapons specifically designed against the dragon." ”

“...... We have three dragons, three heads. ”

Brandon still didn't want to give up: "Brother Connod's army of 200,000 is about to come on the way, and you want to give him the credit for defeating the elves?!"

"But we still have more than 10,000 wounded soldiers who can't fight, and tens of thousands of civilians who haven't had time to evacuate Ebroden. The black-haired wizard spoke calmly:

"To attack immediately is to send them to their deaths in vain - for a dispensable victory, sacrificing tens of thousands of fighters and workers, farmers, wizards and scholars, I don't think it's ......"

"Blah, blah, blah, blah......"

The stunned Royal Highness hurriedly waved his hand, and stopped Loren, who wanted to continue, in disbelief: "You mean... And now there are civilians in this city?!"

"That's right. Loren nodded, frowning slightly: "At least there are tens of thousands of people or so, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I mean... They're all safe now?!"

"At least for now. ”

"And you've been defending the city for twenty days while protecting these civilians?!" Brandon's brows furrowed.

“...... Or else?"

"From beginning to end, you didn't throw these civilians at the elves as cannon fodder... I mean, arm them up and form a militia to delay the Long-Eared offensive as much as possible?"

"Yes, it did—but in front of the elven warriors, the armed citizens with no combat experience could not hurt the enemy at all, except to plug the gap with their corpses, and twenty civilians were no match for an elven warrior. ”

Loren shrugged: "So after committing four or five thousand people, I gave up - I want to rely on them to delay the enemy, and the only chance is to let the elven warriors on the opposite side slash people until the blades are worn out and exhausted." ”

"Unnecessary casualties should be reduced as much as possible, not to mention that the strategic goal has been achieved, and there is no need for these tens of thousands of people to be buried for Ebolden. ”

Hearing this explanation, Brandon was speechless.

In the next second, His Royal Highness the Prince "snapped!" and pressed Loren's shoulder and looked at him with a very meaningful expression.

"What's wrong?" the black-haired wizard was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden feeling of emotion... Maybe it's because I'm not young anymore, right?" Brandon was still wearing a baby face, but Brandon began to sigh in an old-fashioned sigh:

"Loren Turin... I've always known you're good at doing miracles, but you really surprise me every time!"

As the words fell, Brandon turned to look at the soldiers who had not yet gotten up, puffed up his chest and waved his hand;

"Since there are still civilians who have not been evacuated, and the strategic goal of delaying the enemy's offensive has been achieved, then immediately change the original tactical deployment - Ebolden will go down, and from now on, the whole army will cover the wounded and sick civilians in Ebolden and evacuate the battlefield!"

"I, Brandon de Salion, in the name of the Dragon King, promise you that I will bring back all those who are still alive - all the warriors who have persevered until now, you have completed your mission, you are all heroes of the Empire, and the Empire will not forget you!"

"I'm ——, Brandon de Salion... Take you home!"

The loud words echoed in the ears of everyone.

There was a dead silence first, then cheers like a flash flood.

"Long live His Highness Brandon————!!!!"

The bursting cheers rushed like a wave, making the unprepared Brandon almost fall, and Loren, who did not change his face, wasted no time in helping him in the back.

Either hiding their faces and weeping, or being excited—from the Byrne Knight to the wizards in the Wizard's Tower, the warriors who had just been ready to go to justice with a determined face were now crying like children, standing in place.

They survived.

They can get out of here alive.

These Ebolden "remnants" and soldiers are Brandon's first supporters from today onwards, and they will be absolutely loyal to him to the end.

With the help of their "mouths", the "Crown Prince", who has given up his military exploits and chose to protect civilians and soldiers, will re-establish his image in the empire - become an emperor who is completely different from Conod in the hearts of the people.

One is an unscrupulous emperor who will do anything to win, and the other is an emperor who can give up honor in order to protect his soldiers and people.

Although it is still very small, it will eventually become an opportunity, an opportunity for Brandon to "inherit" Conod as the 14th emperor at the right time, without being blocked by Conod's supporters.

However, there has never been a time in this world when it will be smooth sailing for anyone......

"Hoo ——————!!!!"

An icy cold wind swept by, causing the Ebolden defenders and civilians who had just been agitated to lie down or hide behind their shields and walls.

Dozens of days of fighting, these have become their instincts.

Is it the sea breeze?

The black-haired wizard raised his hand in front of him and stopped, his heart moving.

No, it's not the sea breeze, it's ...... Well?!

The black-haired wizard who removed his palm and raised his gaze stared at the scene in front of him, and was suddenly stunned.

The burning wall of fire was separated from the center by a "rift", which ......

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