"The Chief Overseer... Well, and all of you, your expressions seem to be a little depressed. ”

The smiling little prince held a wine glass and looked at the elven warriors on both sides of the table with some "curiosity": "Is it uncomfortable, or is tonight's dish unappetizing?"

Not to your liking?

The embarrassed Eugen frowned, and the knife he held tightly in his left hand was pierced on the table, revealing his green tendons.

The similarly disgraced Alexandra, the Grand Adjutant of the Overseer, bowed her head and said nothing in her glass.

Facing the table full of delicacies, the elven warriors with different expressions pursed their lips tightly, without making a sound.

Fiasco... This word with terrifying power turned into a terrifying ghost floating in the elven flagship's cafeteria, making the atmosphere dull and deadly.

After Eugen gave the order to "retreat", the thousands of elven troops on the port still did not lose their fighting spirit, but relied on the positions they had captured before to hold on and retreat in an orderly manner.

After several charges were intercepted by the fearless elven warriors, the Ebolden defenders finally gave up on pursuing the router, and instead continued to chase and harass with ballistas and catapults, trying to sink the retreating skiffs.

The elven fleet was immediately dispatched to meet the retreating army in a very orderly manner, and the launchers on the twenty ships opened fire at the same time, once again turning the fortified positions that had been reduced to a sea of fire into flame-burning ruins.

This time, the Ebolden side did not stop anything, allowing the enemy to "vent their anger"... Anyway, it was just a temporary fortification, and it didn't hurt at all if it was destroyed, or even better - because the terrain became more complex and rugged.

Two thousand elven warriors, in order to cover the safe evacuation of the remaining robes from the battlefield, remained on the shores of Ebolden forever.

They died, and they survived... This thought tormented all the retreating elven warriors, especially those sitting at this table.

Paid such a great sacrifice, watched one robe after another die tragically, falling... Only he survived from that sea of hellfire and experienced the humiliation of defeat.

"All the blame for the defeat of this battle lies with me, Your Highness Ródria!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Alexandra got up from her chair and knelt down on one knee: "It was my indecision when I charged, which caused the front line to lose support and caused the enemy to set up a successful ambush!" All in all, ......"

"Get up. The little prince looked at her with a smile.

"But ......"

"I said, get up. The little prince smiled and pressed the elven warrior's shoulder: "The chief lieutenant of the Overseer... How many more times do you need me to repeat this?"

The elven warrior twitched her throat and stood up honestly, her head bowed and she didn't dare to say anything.

"Alright, well, this battle was not lost because you were not heroic enough, but because our enemies were prepared... In a sense, heavy casualties were to be expected. ”

The little prince shrugged his shoulders and couldn't help but smile: "It's better to say that the guy who thinks that he can take down Ebolden with a frontal attack is really stupid and stupid!"

Eugen on the side had a gloomy face, and Tie Qing's face was difficult to see.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we must no longer despise our opponents, who are also far-sighted and powerful samurai, and we must put them on an equal footing with us in order to salvage our defeat. ”

"Moreover, today's fiasco is not meaningless - your bravery fully exposes the weakness and incompetence of the enemy, who can only hold the port with various city defenses and traps, and do not dare to confront the heroic elven warriors head-on. With a sip of wine, the little prince changed his words:

"But it also proves that attacking the port of Ebolden from the front is an extremely unwise move, and it will fall into the trap set by the enemy... Am I right, Miss Alexandra?"

“...... Be. The elven warrior with her head bowed said with difficulty.

Eugen on the side turned a little darker.

As the commander of this raid, as the chief of the Governor's Court, he was naturally the main person in charge of the defeat, and the little prince's words were no longer referring to Sang scolding Huai, but a naked slap in the face.

And to let his adjutant and apprentice admit it himself, it's a great shame!

But Eugen was helpless... The other party is the son of the Eagle King, and he is currently the most likely to inherit the throne, and as the head of the Overgeet, he cannot argue with a prince.

No matter how painful, humiliating... He has to endure it too!

Blood was oozing from his left hand, which was clenching the knife, and Eugen, who had his head down, remained motionless and did not say a word.

"Is there any news for the fleet in the rear?" "The little prince, who pretended not to see it, waved his hand, signaled Arisadra to stand back, and turned his gaze to the always silent chief of the court, Lori Zade: "How long will it take to join us?"

"I haven't received any information yet, Your Highness Rodria!"

Anson Zade, Lori's younger brother and chief wizard, who was sitting behind the elven girl, hurriedly got up and replied, "When we last made contact, the second-echelon fleet was still preparing on Eagle Howling Island, and it would take at least two or three months to come to rendezvous!"

"Two or three months, ......"

A hint of disappointment flashed across the little prince's face, it was definitely too late.

"Well, if Your Highness wishes, my sister and I... The Chief of the Imperial Court can go as a messenger and urge them to speed up......"

"No, no, it's better to say that's fine. The little prince shook his head, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile:

"I think you guys, you shouldn't want to be robbed of our merits by the guys in the back, right?"

The elven warriors present nodded yes one after another.

Anson Zadeh lowered his head, well hiding the disappointment that flashed in the corner of his eye.

When it comes to following His Royal Highness Rodria, he has the same opinion as his sister Lori - no matter what, keep your distance and avoid becoming a pawn and victim of the other party's random fiddling.

The little prince picked up his wine glass and slowly got up: "Since it is not possible to blindly attack like this, then we must change the strategy of attacking, and instead attack the weakest link of the enemy's defense line to break their defenses." ”

Facing the eyes of a pair of people gathered at the table, the little prince at the table shook the wine glass in his hand like a chess piece:

"The enemy was able to hold back our advance because they had blocked the harbor with chains, and the easiest of the two forts that connected the chains was the small fortress on the other side of the river. ”

"This castle is our key to the gates of Ebolden - take her, and Ebolden will be attacked on both sides and become our possession!"

The words fell, and a confident smile gradually appeared at the corner of the little prince's mouth.

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

"Boom ——————!!!!"

As night fell, golden-red "pillars of light" continued to bombard the walls of Ebboden, and golden-red sparks burst in the sky, reflecting a flashing gray-blue barrier.

The mercenaries on the ramparts huddled behind the battlements, yawning or chatting with each other, waiting for a hot dinner, and after the first day of panic and the restlessness of the days that followed, no one took the "pillar of light" seriously for a while.

Unless the enemy is bombarded intensively, or has broken through the chains blocking the port, the only purpose of these flying "pillars of light" is to pass the time for the soldiers standing guard on the city walls to watch the fireworks display.

Compared with the leisurely city wall, the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower at this time was busy.

The empty gardens and the teachers and halls were turned into infirmaries and wards, and all the herbalists, pharmacists, alchemists, and their apprentices were like a swarm of ants on a hot pot, running back and forth, even setting up a test bench and boiling potions directly in front of the bed.

Heal the wounded, boil potions, maintain ice barriers, make ignition agents and various alchemical products that can be used, determine the direction of the wind and weather, and assist the sappers in repairing the damaged walls and fortifications......

Even in the city with the highest percentage of wizards in the Empire, the wizards of Eberden are stretched thin by the needs of an army and a city, even with apprentices.

Walking through the garden full of wounds, the dark-haired wizard with a somewhat complicated mood walked towards Luthen's hospital room.

During the day's battle, Lusen "disobeyed" his orders and did not retreat with the city defense army in time, but chose to stay to contain Eugen, the chief of the overseer in the "Four Courts";

Before he even entered the door, he could hear the sound of the gray-eyed boy and Isaac arguing.

"Isaac, I'm fine, how many more times do you want me to repeat?!"

"You're okay! Two arms were badly frostbitten, three ribs were broken, and four tendons were ruptured... I also told you that it's okay, you haven't sent anything else!"

"But I'm just fine now, it's all back!"

"Yes, but the void reaction in your body is seriously high, far beyond the normal threshold - you are now a goblin with tentacles on your face, and I am not surprised at all!"

"I ......"

"What are you, if you go on like this, the spiritual hall will be completely eroded, do you know?!Do you really want to become a piece of rotten meat, and you will continue to grow and irrational monsters?!"

Isaac, who was about to go crazy, rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the black-haired wizard who had just walked in: "Ah! Loren, you're just in time, get ready to welcome our Lusen kid's new posture - a pile of rotten flesh full of dung pit and pus everywhere!"

The gray-eyed boy on the hospital bed scratched his head embarrassedly when he saw Loren's gaze.

In the stalemate atmosphere, Loren could only change the subject: "The wizards of the Wizard Tower, how are they?"

"Whatever, I didn't surprise me anyway - except Corona and the other two old men, everything else was like that. Isaac, who rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless:

"The only surprise was that I found more information about the Azorean elves, and a small part of it was about the way of the samurai......"

"For example?" Loren's brow furrowed slightly.

"There's a documented deal between an ocean-going fleet and the Azorean elves in the sixth generation, a long time ago. Isaac pouted:

"The 'Way of the Samurai' mentioned in that document... Known as the Azorean elves, the path of cultivation is the only way for a warrior to sharpen his mind and build his character. ”

"Sharpen your state of mind, shape your character... In other words, at least at that time, the so-called 'way of the samurai' should be very different from the current thing mixed with strange abilities!"

Loren began to realize something: "You mean ......"

"You said that the elves invaded the empire for the sake of 'life and death'... But at least in the literature of the time, there is no indication of 'life and death'. Isaac smugly blew the ends of his forehead:

"In other words, whether it's the existential danger that causes the elves to be in danger, or the way of the samurai who is now 'transformed'... It's all after the sixth generation. ”

"Otherwise, why did the royal family and the church, which were so 'concerned' about wizards at that time, not care at all about the power of the void held by the elves on the other side of the Misty Sea?"

"Could it be because none of these problems existed at that time?"

Following Isaac's thoughts, Loren's expression fell into deep thought.

And the expression of a megalomaniac is very indifferent: "Anyway, this may be a very important clue, I will continue to dig along this line, maybe I will find other secrets... Leave it to me. ”

"You, Loren Turin, you're in charge of keeping an eye on this bastard who wants to turn into a piece of rotten meat—I've already told him what the consequences will be anyway, and if he still sees it that way, I'll ask you!"

"Remember, Loren, I don't have many friends. Snorting angrily, Isaac walked out of the ward a little sullenly:

"And I don't want to lose any of them!"

After saying that, the dashing Isaac walked out of the door, leaving his back without closing the door.

Loren, with a complicated expression, turned his head and looked at the gray-eyed boy who had been dodging his gaze.

"Lord Loren, I ......"

"I know what you're trying to say, Luthen. The black-haired wizard sighed and looked at him silently, "But what Isaac said just now, you should have heard it too." ”

"Don't be fooled by Asriel, he's using you to make you a slave to power, and don't let yourself fall into the same fate as Fanecis and Chakar... That's the only thing I ask of you. ”

Lusen was silent, biting her lower lip and lowering her head.

Of course he knew what that would happen, and he had seen for himself what had become of Fanecis and Chakar.

But if you don't use this power, how can you keep up with Lord Loren?

How else can I protect him and become a sword in his hands?

Especially after knowing that his enemy is such a terrible existence... Do you want to watch Loren face it yourself, but you can't do anything?

I need strength... Gently stroking the rune on the back of her neck, Lusen's head lowered even deeper.

More power.