"It's the Grand Commander!"

A smile appeared on Kathrot's face, since the First Commander of the Praetorian Guard had arrived, it meant that the news of the king's awakening was credible.

Montreal, who fell to the ground on the side, looked at this gray-haired old man in fear, as an old rival of the Odin Empire, no one who was a little more upscale in Romaniel would not fail to recognize him.

Finn, the super powerhouse of the Odin Empire after two dynasties! The last king of Romaniel died at his hands!

The soldiers gathered in front of their commander, and Montreal scrambled to his feet, his figure fading backwards.

Although he looks like a rough man, Montreal is actually very self-aware, and if he fights, he will definitely lose, and there is no chance at all!

Finn's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't even glance at Montreal, he just looked at the other Romaniel soldiers who were gradually approaching him with a cold expression.

Seeing this old man, Kathrot's heart was at the bottom, and he cried out: "His Majesty has returned, it's time to give these Romanians a little color!" For Odin! ”

"For Odin!"

"For the Empire!"

"Kill them all!"

An equally enthusiastic reaction rang out all around, and for the first time they took the initiative and surged like a tidal wave towards the Romaniel army, which was intent on retreating.

By the time Edward and Jon III arrived under the protection of the remaining Praetorian Guards, the battle was over. Finn's addition turned this defense into a pursuit, no, it was a massacre in the strict sense of the word.

"Your Majesty."

Kathrot and the surrounding noble ministers quickly knelt down and saluted, and some even shed tears of emotion.

It's not just because of their status, they have a visceral reverence for the current King, Jon III.

A master of ambition and true prosperity, Odin stood at the forefront of many empires in the north. For their generation, Jon III is their faith, the greatest totem of the Odin Empire!

So, what could be more exciting than the return of the king?

"How's it going?"

"Report to Your Majesty, most of the warrior forces in the royal city are still on their way."

"It's too slow." Jon III frowned, the biggest problem in the royal city at present is the weakness of the army, and if you want to annihilate these Romaniel invaders, the power of the family is absolutely indispensable.

"It can't be helped." Kasrot smiled bitterly: "Romaniel's purpose is to completely divide us and let us fight separately, and the west side of the city has even been completely blocked by their army, and even the news can't get in." ”

"Report!" One of the heralds suddenly rushed to their knees and fell on the way because they were so busy that they even fell.

"Calm down, the sky won't fall. What happened? Kathrot said.

The soldier looked up and glanced at Jon III, as if he was considering his words.

"Say!"

Seeing His Majesty speak, he boldly reported his cruel discovery to the Lord.

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince......... Target......... The head was hung on the wall by them, by these Romanians. ”

Jon III slowly closed his eyes, his slightly thin body shook even more, and Kathrot next to him hurriedly helped him.

"Them! How dare they do that! Edward felt a rush of blood welling up in his heart, and his lips were dripping with blood from his bite.

Whether it was Odin's nobles or soldiers around, there was only one look left on their faces, and that was shame!

"Are you alright? Your Majesty? "Kathrot was worried about Jon III's health.

Jon III shook his head, shook Kathrot away, and motioned for them not to worry about themselves.

The old man took a deep breath, his sad expression turned to disappear into the shadows, and he regained the look of a wisdom bead in his hand.

He didn't have time to remember Ossoul, and the grief of losing his son in old age could only be pressed in the bottom of his heart, to say why?

Just because he's a king!

His courtiers are in need of guidance, and how can they have time to be angry and sad to remember?

King, proud but never alone!

Behind him are all the subjects of Odin!

The so-called king is the one who lives the most wonderful life and fascinates everyone; The one who gathers the envy of all warriors and guides everyone forward can be king!

Therefore, the king is not alone!

Because of its great ambition, that is, the ambition of all its subjects! (FZ, the Great)

Jon III slowly swept over the warriors in front of him with a cold gaze, his voice not loud, but powerful enough for everyone to hear.

"Feeling humiliated?! Humiliation! ”

"This enmity is not shared, blood is not left, and there is no truce to die!"

"I will be with you tonight! Let's go to the national disaster together! ”

"What is it on our backs? It's glory! It's responsibility! It's dignity! ”

"So, for the sake of our wives and children! For our parents! All the same, for the sake of our empire! ”

He paused for a moment and pulled out the long sword at his waist, at this moment he seemed to be no longer a thirty-year-old man, and his thin and rickety body suddenly became tall in the eyes of everyone!

Tears were rolling slowly in Edward's eyes, blurring his vision, but he knew that his father was back!

That majestic body has not changed at all, maybe time has taken away his ambition, and time has annihilated his minions, but he is still resolute, and he is still the king of the north!

Although the lion is old, the remnant is still there!

"Now! Sortie! Save Odin's people! Kill all our enemies! Warriors of the Empire, the god of war will be on our side, so spread your fangs! Unleash our vengeance on our enemies! ”

"For the Empire!"

"Revenge! Revenge! ”

Odin's soldiers seem to have a raging anger burning in their eyes, they want revenge! To make Romaniel pay an unbearable price!

The ground shook, and the warriors in iron armor began to regain control of some of the blocks with fearless steps, and Romaniel also organized several fierce attacks, but it was not long before the position was taken back by the death squads formed by the soldiers of the Odin Empire.

Romaniel was fighting in a foreign land, although they caught the Odin royal court by surprise with a blitzkrieg, but after all, it was not a large army that pressed the border, and the royal court had already tried its best to stop their advance after reacting.

Odin's nobles also knew that wherever the Romaniers swept by, there would be a bloody storm, so for their own safety, the trapped nobles would also unite to resist together.

After waking up, Jon III's biggest concern was not the situation in the Royal City, but the front line!

Although Romaniel succeeded in causing chaos in the royal city and inflicting a heavy blow on Odin's court, they had to admit that their decapitation operation had failed.

However, the matter is not over, at least Jon III does not think that Romaniels are all stupid.

One of his favorite greats famously said, "Despise the enemy strategically, and value the enemy tactically," and Jon III thought so.

The so-called king is never to be taken lightly, confident and not frivolous.

So, from the perspective of Romaniel, how should this group of strange soldiers parachuted into the royal city be evacuated? The news is blocked, and there is no feedback from the front, what kind of conspiracy is involved?

Even though Jon III had been roaming the North for decades, he was now in deep contemplation.

Blood-red light shone on his thin face, and Jon III looked up at the giant magic circle that had not moved, and for a moment he seemed to have grasped something......

This is also the one that he thinks is the most terrifying......