Jon III had three sons.

The eldest prince is gentle and humble, a corporal of courtesy, and is known as the virtuous king.

The second prince was politically clever and enterprising, and won over most of the chaebol forces in the country.

And the third prince Edward is not inferior to his two elder brothers, and it is even better to say that in the eyes of many people, he is the one who most resembles the old king.

The reason for this is that Edward's outstanding military talent is simply a copy of Jon III in his youth.

At the age of only seven, the little prince showed an unusual sense of military affairs, and had a very high strategic vision for the arrangement of troops and the situation on the battlefield.

So much so that at that time, most of the people in Odin's country regarded Edward as a future prince.

This was even tacitly tolerated within the royal court.

However, to everyone's surprise, the third prince himself didn't seem to think so.

To put it simply, Edward had no idea about the throne at all.

Edward preferred to spend time with the soldiers in the barracks rather than the intrigues of the royal court.

He liked the earthy atmosphere there.

He also always believed that the bloody battlefield belonged to Edward.

Therefore, he is the only one who can help Odin's army turn the tide of the war at the moment.

"Lord Clark, I will be in charge of the front line, so I will trouble you to sit in the rear."

It is important to identify the commander on the battlefield so that at least there is no mistake of confusion.

Edward stepped forward, drawing his blade as he commanded the Overseers next to him.

"Let the First Central Army shrink back, don't fall in love with war. The soldiers above the fortress continued to attack the ranks behind the Romaniels with crossbow arrows. ”

"In addition, let the spellcaster troops go to the city, and the second Chinese army will set up an iron shield for them, remember, be sure to let them use a protective spell to stand in front of the fortress first."

In the darkness of the night, the cold wind of hunting blew through Edward's hair, and the distant firelight made the elegant third prince smell of iron and blood.

His face was indifferent, with a maturity that was completely out of step with his age, which made the soldiers around him believe in him.

On the battlefield, a mature and calm commander will also make a soldier feel fearless.

The light gray eyes looked straight at the opponent's position through the sword light and sword shadow.

Perhaps, this is a little too risky.

Edward is thinking.

If it was his father, what would Jon III do?

"Bang!"

The sound of a huge explosion was deafening, and I couldn't relax for a while.

The vast amount of elemental magic chanted by the caster behind Romaniel slammed into the protective barrier erected by Femir's fortress like a cannonball, and then exploded.

The scattered magic touched the soldiers around them who had no time to leave, quickly eroding their human bodies.

And then, they also "blew up".

The blood and flesh scattered in the sky made the blood rain float on the battlefield, a purgatory-like scene on earth.

Romaniel's old commander couldn't bear to close his eyes.

It wasn't just the Odin who died, but also their own soldiers.

But war is so cruel, so for the sake of Romaniel's dead children, at least your bones will be brought home.

The old commander opened his eyes, and his expression became cold again. They need to take the fortress of Fimir quickly tonight, which is Romaniel's goal tonight.

"Romanil! Charge! ”

Numerous Romaniel soldiers rushed towards the battle-torn fortress of Fimir, while the caster troops in the rear slowly advanced behind.

Edward's eyes turned red as he looked at the "Flesh Crusher" in front of him.

He gritted his teeth, and even a trace of blood soaked from the corner of his mouth.

Edward was not without difficult battles, and he knew that sacrifice was inevitable, but the stubbornness of the enemy and the bloodiness of the battlefield were simply too much compared to those of those.

This is the hatred that the Romanians have accumulated for decades, and only the blood of the enemy can smooth it out.

Fortunately, Edward was also an excellent commander.

Even though his soul was tormented, he knew what he was supposed to do as a commander.

Edward took a deep breath and asked the attendants beside him, "Has the letter for help been sent?" ”

"Yes, Your Highness, our scouts have managed to break out."

"That's good, how was the previous dispatch order?"

"The first and second squads have arrived at their respective positions, but the third squad has been spotted by enemy scouts and is currently in a bitter battle."

"Nothing goes as planned!" Edward sighed.

"Report!" One of the soldiers coming down from the front line ran quickly towards Edward, his cheeks blackened by the fire.

"More than half of our spellcaster troops have been damaged, and the number of casualties on the other side should be about the same as ours, and the magic crystal cannon has been damaged by more than three."

"Use the last magic crystal, continue to hit Romaniel's position at a high frequency, and don't worry about the damage to the equipment."

"This ......"

"Execution."

Soon after, a dazzling light pierced the battlefield, and everything in its path was annihilated, and the Romanians were dealt a great blow.

That's the power of the Crystal Cannon.

The magic crystal cannon belongs to a kind of magic technology product of the Irish card continent, using the magic crystal as a cannonball, through the magic circle engraved in the barrel of the magic crystal to completely energize, and then gather and shoot.

The power of the Crystal Cannon depends entirely on the quality and quantity of the Crystal Crystal, and the maximum destructive power can even be comparable to that of a spell from level 7 to 8.

But in the same way, the Magic Crystal Cannon also has its own shortcomings.

First, the magic crystal cannon cannot be fired continuously, and it needs to be cooled every time it is fired, and if it is forcibly fired, it is not impossible, but it may explode.

Second, the same high-power carrying magic crystal can also cause an explosion, so generally speaking, the maximum destructive power of the magic crystal cannon can be comparable to that of a spell of level seven to eight, which is just a beautiful idea.

Third, the cost is expensive, because it has to carry the high concentration of energy condensed into the magic crystal, so the material of the magic crystal cannon is a special magic stone, which means that the number of magic crystal cannons in a kingdom will not be too rich, even the leader of the Northern Alliance, the Odin Empire.

Edward's expensive strategic weapon, the Crystal Cannon, also had to quickly inflict a lot of damage on the enemy. This is not only because the defenders of the fortress of Fimir have fallen into a disadvantage, but also because of the arrangement of his battlefield.

The "self-sacrifice" of the magic crystal cannon was exchanged for a temporary deficit in the Romaniel army, which could give Odin's soldiers a temporary sigh of relief.

Edward didn't think much of that, he gently stroked the white horse pulled by his squire, as if he were his own lover.

"The time has come!"

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