At the same time, the Vimpal Academy, the camp of the Azorean elves.

"Get out. ”

Looking coldly at the messenger sent by his own brother, His Royal Highness the Elven Prince of the Azores gave a final reply very simply.

His appearance bears a slight resemblance to Rodria Azores, but anyone can see how different it is.

He did not wear a thin robe or cloak like an elven warrior, but a brown piping coat like an imperial lord, with delicate and practical leather and chain mail underneath, and in addition to a long knife at hand, a short knife on his calf, a short sword on his waist, a dagger under his wrist, arm armor, leg armor, hand armor, breastplate, shoulder armor... Armed to the teeth.

The short hair only left the ponytail on the top of the head and the back of the head, and the shaved temples looked very capable, compared to the broad and tall figure, a certain elven prince was simply thin and unpresentable.

And a certain petite and cute elf girl is even more thin like a doll.

"Slow down, Sicotus!"

Seeing that the elven warriors around her were about to rush up, the elf girl who didn't even have time to roll her eyes-Shira, the second samurai of the Imperial Court, hurriedly knelt down on one knee and said quickly in a cold sweat:

"Even if you don't want to accept your brother's invitation, please think about the survival of the Azorean elves, the Empire has defeated His Highness Rodria in West Sacland, and now they have blocked Ebolden in two ways!"

"Coupled with the fact that His Majesty the Eagle King's life and death are unknown, if there is no samurai who stands up to uphold the righteousness, then it will surely be overturned... Hey, don't catch Shera, Sheila is just a simple and cute girl, Sheila has shed blood for the Eagle King, has made meritorious contributions to the Azorean elves, and there is no merit and hard work... Your Highness, spare your life, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, ......Your Highness,

"Even if you don't speak, I know what Rodria is up to. ”

His Royal Highness raised his hand, and the indifferent elven warriors were about to be dragged out of the hall, and the elven girls who were almost dragged out of the hall were left behind, and they stood back in the shadows under the pillars on both sides.

Shira, trembling, fell to her knees and fell to the ground trembling, her cheeks almost completely pressed against the floor, afraid of being thrown out of the door by her owner, like a house cat afraid of being thrown out of the door by her owner.

"Rodria Azores, my great brother, a famous samurai, an outstanding commander, a kind child, a royal family, a natural heir, oh, and ......"

The heavy iron boots "snap!", stepped on the floor tiles, and did not even touch the distance of Shera's cheeks, and the soul of the elf girl trembled, and quickly hid her little head deeper.

"Crazy man as everyone knows!" Sicotus said coldly, looking down.

Don't say anything, the elf girl closed her mouth and didn't even dare to breathe.

"So if I follow your 'advice' and take these 100,000 excellent warriors eastward to join him, do you know what will happen?"

The scabbard hung down, and the elf girl's chin was forcefully raised: "I'm asking you to ask you, talking." ”

"This, this kind of thing, Shera... Sheila ...... "The elf girl was already about to cry, tears overflowing her eyes: "How could Sheila know ......"

"Quite simply, I'm dead. ”

Sicotus smiled slightly, but the smile was extremely terrifying: "And my dear brother will put all the blame on the Imperials, in the name of revenge for me, become the Eagle King, and continue his game." ”

"His game... That's right, that's the only thing Rodria Azores cares about - a duel with a samurai, a game of strife, a game of adventure, a game of adventure, a natural king, a game of scheming, and a ...... of commanding an army."

"It's a game of gambling on the fate of the whole clan and piling all the chips on the scales!" stared at the girl's expression full of tears and soul:

"For Rodria Azores, who has long 'put life and death aside', only such a game of high stakes can arouse his interest a little. ”

"And I, the life and death of the Azorean elves, everything... For him, it's like a backstory in a game, and life like you and me is the pawns and chips in his hands - I don't need you to tell me, I know exactly what my brother really is. ”

"Just like I know very well what kind of person you are, Second Adjutant of the Imperial Court... Oh. Sneering, Sicotus paused slightly: "It's the second seat of the Imperial Court now, isn't it, Shela." ”

The elf girl quickly stopped crying, revealing a flattering smile like a rogue cat begging.

"Sincerely, thanks to His Royal Highness Rodria and the Eagle King for not giving up, Sheila will ......" Halfway through his words, he immediately noticed the impatience in the eyes of the elven prince, and immediately changed his words.

"It is precisely because of the favor of the country that Shera rushed to beg His Highness Sikotus to withdraw his troops and join His Highness Rodria at Ebolden!" The elf girl said quickly: "Now that the army of the Empire has arrived, since Lothair's battle is not going well, it is better to ......"

"Bad fighting?"

"Ah! Shera is wrong! Shera is wrong! Shera is nonsense! Your Highness, don't be careful, Shera ......"

"Bang!"

The iron-clad scabbard slammed down, smashing a hole in the floor against the elven girl's cheek.

"I spent a winter besieging the Imperial people of the Deep Forest Castle so that they could not find me trouble, and killed all the 'relatives' in the ancient wood forest who dared to rebel against the Azores;"

"I have plundered hundreds and thousands of ogres, found a way to tame them, and put them to the use of the Azorean army;"

"I captured the Deep Forest, killed their duke, took half of Lothair, and opened the main communication route;"

"If it weren't for the arrival of Imperial reinforcements, Lothair would have been in my pocket, such a victory ......" Sicotus' voice was low and gloomy:

"In the mouth of my dear brother, it has become a bad fight?"

"So after a month of grinding along the coastline, besieged at Ebolden for the whole winter, and sunk in Golovin... Is it all the way to victory?"

"No, no, no, it's Sheila who said it wrong, Sheila was wrong, Sheila shouldn't have ......"

"Save it, Your Excellency the Second Chair of the Imperial Court, I know what kind of goods you are. Sicotus interrupted with a cold snort again:

"You've got a lot of great acting, but I've seen so much of it — you're not special compared to them. ”

The elf girl who was trembling and kneeling on the ground was still trembling and curled up, her forehead was stuck to the cold floor tiles, and she didn't dare to move.

Several hurried trumpets came from outside the closed gates—the clearest being the successive sigils in the camp, and the farthest and most indistinct should be the march of the Imperials.

In the dead room, the grim Prince Sicortus narrowed his eyes.

"How's the samurai preparing?"

Prince Sicotus's heavy voice rang out in the hall.

"Always on call. ”

An elven warrior stepped out of the shadows with his sword and bowed his head: "News from the front line that the Imperial army is only about 50,000 - if you give the order, you can slaughter them all at any time." ”

"Only fifty thousand?"

"Only fifty thousand. ”

"Where's the flag?"

"It is the banner of a golden lion on a black background—according to gathered information, it belongs to Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne, who has the most powerful and well-armed hoplites in the Empire. ”

"Did you see the flag of Lothair, and the red, white and black cross of Ellemont?"

"No, our sentries did not see the appearance of the army with such a banner, it should have retreated. ”

"Retreat... No, they won't retreat, there's fraud in this. ”

Ignoring the elven girl curled up on the ground, Sicotus frowned slightly as he walked towards the fireplace.

This is not the total strength of the enemy.

According to the information sent back by the defeated outpost, this imperial army has at least 20,000 troops in the front alone, as well as a large number of cavalry and powerful and fast-moving projection weapons, the total strength should be around 80,000, plus the remnants of Lothair's defeated rabble of 20,000, there must be at least 100,000 troops.

In other words, at most, only half of those who appeared on the battlefield marched to the fortress camp.

It could also be the elite half, and the rest should still be ambushed around.

In the blink of an eye, Sicotus had probably guessed the tactics of the enemy on the opposite side.

With the most elite army as the lead and bait, lure yourself into a frontal attack and engage him, while the rest of the army maneuvers, taking advantage of the opportunity of its own troops, to capture the fortress camp, and then flank the inside and outside, from both sides.

Simple tactics, simple but practical.

Of course, such a tactic requires absolute confidence in himself and his army, because if an ally fails to take the fortress on time and attacks from behind, he will face twice as many enemies and twice as many Azorean elven warriors as he is.

So either he's a thrill-seeking, thrill-seeking, crazy like his brother Rodriard, or he's so confident that he's ready to annihilate himself here.

Yes, this seems to be a particularly "simple" tactic, the only function of which is to block the enemy's retreat and then annihilate them all.

The roaring fire reflected the corners of Prince Sicotus' slightly raised mouth.

He began to understand why his brother, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was so suspicious of this guy named Loren Turin.

Maybe... You can also bring a little surprise to yourself.

"Open the gates, give the order to the front line, and all the ogres are put on the battlefield - I want to give this Duke of Byrne who is not afraid of heaven and earth, a little surprise. ”

As soon as the great swoop was raised, Prince Sikotus turned sharply and walked towards the gate with heavy and steady steps, and the elven warriors on either side immediately stepped forward and opened the gate for him.

"Your Highness, do you want the whole army to be dispatched?"

In the shadow of the pillars, the respectful voice of the elven warrior was heard again.

"No—since he's so confident, I'd love to see this guy too. Sicotus said coldly: "Thirty thousand elite warriors, combined with the ogre and those 'poor relatives' who surrendered, are enough." ”

"That's... What about us?"

"As for the rest of the samurai in the camp... You wait for my signal, and after crushing him head-on, I will tell him... Lord Lord of Byrne, what despair his friends have experienced!"

"What should the messenger of His Highness Rodria do?"

"I'll leave it to you, be careful, just don't let her die—it's only worth the honor if you die on the battlefield. ”

"Yes. ”

The words fell, accompanied by the departing back of Prince Sicotus, the elven warriors who cheered after the prince left, and the door slammed shut with a bang, and the hall with a roaring fireplace returned to darkness.

In the center of the hall, only the elven girl was curled up on the ground, trembling.

"Whew!"

With a deep breath, the elf girl who was still kneeling on the ground a second ago stretched out her arms, and suddenly got up on the spot like a rabbit taking off, and stood up bouncing, her face full of luck.

"Whew-scared to death Shelala, scared to death Xuelala, I really almost thought it was really dead, really just a little, a little bit!"

The elf girl talking to herself gestured desperately, as if she was describing what a small "little bit" was like a non-existent guy.

One jump, two jumps, three jumps......

When the girl landed again, the elven warriors around her were already kneeling in a circle beside her, led by the elven warrior who had just spoken to Sikotus, with gray-blue light flashing in his pupils.

"According to your orders, we have taken control of all the armies of His Highness Sikotus, except for the Guards of His Highness, a total of sixty thousand elites, all of whom are assembled according to your will;

"Lady Shera, please give the order!"

The excited voice completely lost the calm just now.

"Oh, don't say anything about Lady Sheila, she's still a cute girl, petite, cute, innocent, childlike, unthreatening, not big at all. ”

The embarrassed elf girl scratched her head, playing with a short knife "puppet show" in her hand: "It's just 60,000 elites... Well, that's enough to pay to His Highness Rodrià, and for the sake of the hard work, shouldn't Lori Zade's position as head of the court be given up to the lovely Shira?"

The elated elf girl jumped up and down, accidentally noticing the elven warrior who had just taken the lead in dragging herself on the floor.

"Lady Shera?"

The samurai slowly raised his head, his eyes mixed with a little fanaticism.

"You... Well, come over here, get closer. ”

"Yes. The samurai knelt and took a few steps forward.

"It's not enough, it's closer, it's enough, it's enough... Well, good, that's it, put your head down, completely down, get down well... Well, then keep your eyes open and count down, three, two, one......"

Bang——!

Without warning, the elven girl stomped on top of his head, slamming her wide-eyed face into the cold floor.

But the elven girl didn't stop, but still smiled, and kept slamming the back of his head.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang ......"

Ten minutes later, a panting Shera finally turned around, folded her hands behind her back as if she had received a favorite toy, and looked happily at the remaining elven warriors:

"Alright, the rest is over, let's take action!"

"Obey ——!"

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