"Your Highness, do you really want to do this?"

Clark looked worriedly at our Third Prince, his voice full of worry.

You must know that the fortress of Fymir lost a layer of skin at most, and if something happened to Edward, it is estimated that not only him, but the entire family will be angry.

Even if the old king is seriously ill, Edward still has many supporters in the royal court, and if Edward participates in the battle for the crown prince, I believe that many families that now express neutrality will rise up and engrave the name of the third prince on the family crest.

This was one of the reasons why Edward was reluctant to return to the royal capital.

It is not Edward's will to fight to the death with his two brothers for a cold throne, but many times a person's will does not represent anything, as long as you have enough ability and a reasonable identity, there will be countless hands behind you, intentionally or unintentionally, to push you to the highest position.

Edward took a deep breath, and his young face was quite cold.

"The ferocity of the enemy's attack is completely beyond my expectations, and we have fallen into a disadvantage with our calculations or unintentionalities, and if we continue to stalemate, unless the goddess favors us, I am afraid that the fortress of Fimir will not last long."

"I still suggest that you retreat in advance, if something happens to you, Your Highness, I won't be sorry to die."

"Master Clark, as long as there is a slight chance, I will not give up hope of victory, and I will not give up my brothers and sisters who are here together!"

With that, Edward put on his helmet and raised his sword aloft.

"Brothers and sisters, Romaniel's heart will not die, we beat them to the ground decades ago, and decades later we can also let the Romaniles know how powerful we are in this place where countless ancestors threw their heads and spilled their blood! We are the guardians of the Odin Empire, and our wives and children are behind us, can we retreat? ”

"Can't!"

"Louder!"

"Can't! No! No! ”

"We want?!"

"Fight! War! War! ”

"For glory! For Odin! We! Charge! ”

"For the Odin Empire!"

Edward turned on his horse and crossed the ruined inner city first, and behind him were countless fanatical Odin soldiers, who only had the commander in front of them, who was their third prince, and even more their commander!

"May the lonely god of war always favor you and move forward."

Clark was sweating nervously, his hands folded and he prayed for the departing warriors.

Riding on his horse, Edward quickly engaged the enemy in close combat, avoiding the attack, and cutting off the heads of the enemy in front of him with a single sword.

Edward is not only highly military-literate, in fact, he is also a good hand at charging into battle, and he was also in the top three grades at the Royal Knight Academy of Odin that year, and he is a real low-level knight.

Like a sharp sword, the attacking team led by Edward plunged straight into the heart of the enemy.

All obstacles were destroyed before them.

"Oh? Dare to attack on your own? I don't know what to say about you, Edward. ”

On the hillside, Romaniel's old commander watched Edward and his guards drive straight into the country like steel knives slicing tofu, and two thoughts appeared in his heart.

He admired the extraordinary courage of a young man like Edward, who was still trying to break through the situation even if he was at a disadvantage.

Still, it's too young......

The old man sighed.

"Let's do it."

With this command, the Romanians, who had just looked as fragile as a chicken, rose again.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed again and again.

Edward was surrounded by the enemy, and he was surrounded by Romanians.

Besieged!

Sure enough, it was a young man, a little too impulsive, and now not only the fortress of Fymir, but even Jon III's favorite little prince was caught, which was a surprise.

The old commander's face showed a look of victory.

......

Edward's face was fearless in the face of so many enemies, and the frenzied killing brought by the charge just now had completely dyed his armor red, and his fighting spirit had almost reached its peak. The surrounding guards also regarded death as home.

Protecting the safety of His Royal Highness the Third Prince is the only reason for their existence.

When the Odin army in the rear saw that Edward was surrounded by the enemy, they were also anxious for a while, and began to push forward desperately, trying to save Edward.

There is an ancient Eastern saying that two fists are invincible to four hands.

Unless you have extraordinary strength beyond the limit, you will still be limited by the strength of your numbers.

Although the battle of the Fymir Fortress was fierce, in fact, the highest professional on both sides was only level six, and this kind of existence may be able to be a hundred on the local battlefield, but it is also difficult to completely change the overall situation.

The most powerful guard around Edward is a middle-level knight (strength corresponds to the professional level of level 4 to 6), his existence is definitely the level of a god in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, and it is precisely because of the strength of this guard that Edward can hold on to not being swallowed by the "waves" of the Romanians.

But Romaniel could not allow a powerful knight to slaughter their soldiers, and soon a strong man of the same rank entangled the guard.

This made Edward's situation even more difficult.

"Ding!"

The ice spear that struck in the distance triggered the magic protection items on Edward's body, and Romaniel's sneak attack was unsuccessful, but it would never be possible to resolve the danger with such a magical artifact every time.

Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer......

Edward shouted silently in his heart.

Time passed unusually slowly in his impression, and he didn't know how he got through it.

His arm was sore every time he raised it, and his brain was heavy, and his eyes seemed to be bright red.

The trumpet of the charge in the distance was so far away......

Edward smiled.

Because he recognized it as the trumpet of the Odin Empire. That's the signal for their big counteroffensive!

Win!

He finally persevered to this moment, and all the sacrifices were not in vain, and the Romanians finally had to flee from this place in disgrace.

"Your Highness!"

Edward looked confusedly at the guards who rushed towards him.

He lowered his head and noticed that blood was flowing from his lower abdomen.

A crossbow bolt is on it!

Edward fell to his knees.

Then, darkness came, and he didn't know anything.

These chapters are kind of foreshadowing, and soon the first big chapter of the book will come (probably). The next chapter should probably return to Ivan's perspective.

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