Brandon, who stood up suddenly, inadvertently knocked down the surrender letter on the table, which symbolized the submission of all the lords of East Sackland.

It's just that now he doesn't have time to care about the miscellaneous people who are still struggling with how to surrender to him.

"The emperor and the emperor are surrounded ......"

"How is this possible?!"

His Royal Highness the Prince shouted directly.

The two armies of Ellemont and Sackland, with Archduke Ully Wirtz and Minister of War Serverin de Salion, joined forces to provide a long blockade and the steady logistics provided by the River of Jewels......

How can it be... It was breached in just a few days?!

"It's true... This was an urgent message sent from the Heavenly Dome Palace, and the news from the Night's Watch intelligence network in West Sacraland had also spread that a large number of Azorean elven troops had been heading south along the river, with no less than 30,000 forward troops. ”

With his head down, the voice of the night watchman Edward also trembled slightly, desperately controlling his heartbeat: "There is no news from the front line yet, but I am afraid that the enemy has received reinforcements, which has caused a flaw in the Ebolden front, so that it ......"

"So much so that a grand duke and a member of the royal family were killed and defeated in just a few days, and the whole army was wiped out, right?!"

"Your Highness, we have not yet received accurate information, and it will take at least three days for news from the front to arrive, when it will be confirmed whether the troops of the Grand Duke of Ellemont and the Minister of War are ......."

"Three days, but I don't have three days!" Brandon interrupted Edward hysterically.

The new night watchman hurriedly lowered his head and said no more.

Resisting the urge to roar again, Brandon almost tried his best to calm his mind, and looked at the other letter from Edward with trembling eyes.

It was a distress letter from the Broken Mountain Fortress.

The 40,000-strong army of the Azorean elves is in a fortress that is difficult to sustain, and Loren Turin, who is stationed in the Valley of the Bloodshed, and nearly 10,000 troops are missing, and they are suspected of being attacked.

Connad de Salion wasn't the type to exaggerate, or die to save face—since he didn't think Boundary Mountain Fortress would be able to hold out for a month in its current situation without reinforcements, it meant that he really wouldn't be able to hold out for a month.

Other than that... And Loren Turin.

Brandon stared.

Although he has always had special confidence in this guy, this time in the glacial wasteland... In addition to the Azorean elves, there is also a threat from the four evil gods, and the enemies who can make this guy disappear in the Valley of Bloodbones can be imagined to be very powerful.

Once this guy falls, he who can't help himself will inevitably become a "betrayer" in Byrne's eyes, and Charlotte's girl already hates herself, and now she is afraid that she will completely hate herself.

But on the other hand... The imperial capital of Golovin is also in danger.

The significance of the imperial capital to the Sakrand Empire is self-evident, and the loss of the city to a certain extent is equivalent to the loss of the country... Without the Heavenly Dome Palace, De Salion would have lost his "Emperor Aura", and even more so his richest city and most loyal subjects, just the overlord of the "Seven Kingdoms" with a giant dragon.

The Imperial Capital, Boundary Mountain... South, North......

Brandon, clenching his fists tightly, stared at the two strongholds marked with gilded words on the map with fiery red eyes.

Result... Which one should I choose?!

........................

"What's there to choose from?!"

Without waiting for the messenger to finish speaking, Count Angot, who had rushed back from Shanyan Fort temporarily, stood up and opened his eyes angrily: "The affairs of the imperial capital have caused a headache for the people of the Sakran and De Salion families, and the knights of Byrne must first save the Duke of Byrne!"

"But the imperial capital is also close at hand, and the day is precarious!"

Gareth, Earl of Rainbow Bridge, and Gareth, Earl of the Twin Towers, disagreed, and Earl Gareth, who was thin and always not good at words, took the initiative to stand up and retorted:

"If the armies of the Grand Duke of Ellemont and the Minister of War are defeated, then there will be no one in the imperial capital to lead the army - the imperial capital has fallen, the empire has fallen, and the Sakran Empire has been divided into seven, and there is no communication with each other;"

"Lothair is on his back, Ellemont has no one to fight, and Boi has no danger to defend - then the empire will be ruined, and Byrne will be alone against an army of hundreds of thousands of elves!"

"If Byrne can't step up at this time, who else can save the Empire?!" Count Gareth said righteously.

However, Count Angot of Mountain Rock Fort didn't even look at him: "Then what do you mean... Watching the Duke and the Emperor die?"

"I—I don't have such a terrible ......"

"No! you don't have a piece of!"

Facing the pale-faced Count Gareth, Count Angette directly shouted: "I'll ask one thing now-our duke and five thousand knights are on the ice field north of the Broken Boundary Mountain, who wants to go with me to bring our duke back?!"

"Or... This Byrne is no longer the Byrne of the past, and even the knight who followed the Duke to his death is gone!"

Count Angot, who was slapping the table vigorously, looked at Count Gareth, who was trembling slightly, and Count Garrychs on the side had a meaningful expression on his face, and the young Count Bosival, who was sitting at the end of the table, did not dare to say a word.

The silent round table hall was oppressive and breathless.

Although he was young, Count Bosival could still feel the eyes of the counts present, all glancing at Charlotte Turin, who was sitting in front of him, consciously or unconsciously, waiting for her to make a decision and choice.

That's right, the Countess of the Red Blood Castle was an important member of the Turin family, even higher in blood purity than the Duke, and was appointed regent before the Duke left, acting with full powers.

Her decision is the final decision.

But Charlotte never spoke.

She tried her best to control her breathing, thinking seriously about the crisis in front of her - calm, the more critical the crisis, the more she had to calm down, stay rational, and consider the problem carefully.

At present, although Byrne's troops are abundant, not to mention the logistical pressure caused by the division of troops to support, the reinforcements are too small to help, and it is impossible to take care of both sides at the same time.

As for temporary conscription ... It's too late, so you can only support one direction at most.

Fault Mountain, or Golovin.

To help either side is to abandon the other, and at the same time to have to pay the price of abandonment;

Loren Torino, why... Charlotte clenched her teeth.

Why did you run to the Valley of Bloodbones to die, it's you bastard!

So cautious guys... Why does he always like to let others worry about him?!

"Only you can ......"

The familiar figure came to mind, and the delicate body of the countess of the Red Blood Castle trembled slightly.

"Only you can keep everything on track......"

Ain... Just thinking of her makes Charlotte feel a deep sense of self-reproach, as well as the excitement of being understood.

"Let that big bad guy ...... after he's done with it"

"There's still a home to go back to......"

"Bang!"

In an instant, in the hall of the round table that was broken into silence, all eyes turned in the same direction, staring intently at the countess of the Red Blood Castle who was still gasping for breath with her arms propped up.

........................

Say. ”

An impatient Brandon stared at the messenger who had broken into the tent and interrupted his thoughts.

"Your Highness, the East Sacland nobles who have surrendered to you have sent a message. The messenger's expression was equally unsightly, and he panted:

"These guys don't know where they got the information, and they suddenly became more excited than anyone else!"

Oh?

His Royal Highness raised his eyebrows, and his fiery red pupils shone with a meaningful light.

Brandon wasn't surprised that the hillbillies of East Sackland had their own channels of information, and he wondered how these guys thought they could interfere with their own ideas.

"Say, do you want me to go north to help my beloved royal brother, their majesty?" Brandon sneered: "Anyway, these group of fools with only almond brains should have no other good products besides foolishness......"

"Not really!"

Interrupting Brandon's words suddenly, the messenger's expression was even more indignant than before: "These East Sakland nobles... They hope that you can go south immediately to rescue the imperial capital!"

"As soon as you nod your head, they will immediately swear allegiance to you, mobilize all the troops in the realm to follow you south, and it won't cost you a penny!"

"They even promised... Whatever you want, they give!"

Brandon this time... I was really stunned.

Edward, who raised his head silently, looked thoughtful.

The nobles of East Sackland, did they think so?

That's right... As long as they follow Brandon south to rescue the imperial capital, they can become heroes to save the empire, and more importantly, this group of East Sacland nobles can justifiably seize the interests, status and privileges of the imperial capital nobles in the name of saving the empire.

Whoever dares to oppose and who dares to resist is the enemy of the "Saver of the Empire"!

Brandon de Salion, who already had hardly any nobles in the imperial capital who supported him, took this opportunity to "change people" was perfectly suited to his needs.

Boundary Mountain and Imperial Capital... It's the same battle with the elves, and it is not clear which one can get more benefits.

As for whether their territory in East Sacland will be violated if Boundary Mountain falls—as long as they can become nobles in the imperial capital, with mansions and estates, who cares about the fields under their hometown?

If Emperor Conod is still alive afterwards, they are not afraid, because saving the imperial capital is also a great righteousness, not to mention that the person who made the decision is Brandon, and it will only be the two of them who will fight for tat at that time;

And if Emperor Conod died at the Broken Mountain Fortress, they assisted the heir Brandon in defending the imperial capital......

Edward, the Night's Watchman, sighed to himself.

These rural aristocrats of East Sackland... I really don't know if I underestimated them or overestimated them.

"Edward. ”

Brandon, who looked confused, suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness?"

The night watchman looked at the "disgraced prince" with a look that was no longer confused.

"Tell me to go down and pack up the camp. Brandon, who had a slight voice, had a resolute expression in his expression:

"Before evening, the whole army marched. ”

Edward, who was expressionless, nodded and asked in a deep voice, "So, what about the direction of the march?"

........................

"Imperial Capital?!"

The shocked Count Angot clenched his teeth, and his eyes kept wandering over Charlotte and the other counts: "At the moment, there is no news about the Duke in the Valley of Blood, how can we leave him behind at this time and send the army to the imperial capital Golovin?!"

"That's why!"

Charlotte spoke softly, but there seemed to be a fire burning in her eyes: "Duke Loren took most of Byrne's mobile forces with him before leaving, and even if we reach the Broken Mountain Fortress as quickly as possible, we won't be able to catch up with the battle in Bloodbones Valley." ”

"What's more, before that, we have to help the emperor of the fortress deal with the forty thousand elves besieging the Broken Boundary Mountain!"

"Therefore, if the Holy Cross protects ......" the countess of the Red Blood Castle sighed softly, "Byrne's 100,000 army... It should still be possible to relieve the siege of the imperial capital. ”

Count Angette was stunned.

"So, you've already decided, haven't you?" Count Angot, who had always been rude, looked at Charlotte very calmly at the moment: "So... What about the Duke?"

"Don't worry. Charlotte's voice sounded faintly, with the power of not allowing rebuttal: "The Duke will give it to me." ”

"I'll leave for East Sackland now, and let Brandon de Salion immediately send his troops north to aid the Broken Mountain Fortress!"

"But, but if he doesn't agree......"

"He'll agree, he'll have to agree!" Charlotte said coldly, "how much Byrne has paid for his position as Prince of East Sacland—now, it's time for him to reciprocate." ”

"If he dares to object, the United Chamber of Commerce will immediately cut off the logistics of his army, and I... Dare to die in his barracks!"

At that moment, all the counts felt suffocated.

But Charlotte remained calm.

"Byrne will go north to rescue the Imperial Capital—if possible, take control of all the Imperial Capital's fortifications in the name of aid, and ensure the smooth flow of logistics;" The Countess of the Red Blood Castle said word by word:

"At the same time, he sent Count Salald to the southwest with an army of knights, to 'alert' the Grand Duke of Arles to send troops in the name of rescuing the imperial capital, and if he did not accept it, to recruit troops from all over Byrne to crusade against Arles in the name of 'treason'. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen... We're going to make our friends clear about one thing: the knights of Byrne can be the saviors of the Empire or their gravediggers - it's their attitude!"

........................

"Your Highness, is this really appropriate?!"

Edward, with his head down, followed closely behind Brandon, who had left the camp in a rage, with a stunned expression: "I know you may have your own considerations, but the nobles of East Sackland ......"

"The bed bugs!"

His Royal Highness the Prince, who suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at his night watchman with a hideous expression: "He... They thought they could manipulate me, control me... These hillbilly mongrells, who do they think they are?!"

"I'd rather have a brotherly relationship with Conrad than be looked down upon by these guys!"

"The whole army is heading north, and immediately set out to rescue the fortress of Broken Mountain - let us get our esteemed Queen Miracis back, I must go to the Valley of Bloodbones with her, and save that bastard who always likes to surprise me again!"