The man walked out of the hall and walked briskly through the corridors of the atrium, his heavy footsteps startling the silver-headed swallows resting in the courtyard, these extremely delicate and extremely timid creatures fluttered their wings and wanted to rush into the sky, but they hit the transparent dome and fell down one by one, and the precious flowers were covered with the corpses of silver-headed birds. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the corridor was a door, and beautiful notes flowed from the crack in the door, like a bubbling spring between the cracks in the stone. "Good Morning Lady", the man heard it. This is a fragrant piano song, the style of the song is lingering and compassionate, like a lingering love story wandering between the light veils. He settled down and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in." The people in the house said.

The man pushed open the door, the melody of temptation came to his face, the decoration of the room was very simple, it could be seen that the master's position and salary in the castle were not high, the only more valuable was the "Cupid" piano from Alfendor, and the man in the plain white nightgown was sitting in front of the piano and playing. He is the kind of person who makes people feel "born noble" at first glance, with the elegance of an egret and the majesty of a lion and tiger. He brushed the keys smoothly, his fingering gentle and agile, as if caressing his lover's silky skin.

The man pressed his right hand to his chest and knelt down on one knee. "Your Majesty, Duke Elfwan suffered a crushing defeat at Fort Carlindern. Kairos tricked him into the city and set it on fire. There is not one out of ten of the 20,000 army. ”

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Ulrik V, King of Sarion, stepped in front of the man, and he completed the transformation from a noble virtuoso to an iron-blooded king in just one step, and he was still playing soft and sweet music before he got up, and the next moment he stood in front of the man, his eyes were decisive and majestic, as if he was a man in power.

Leon Ulrique Alfred, the fifth grandson of Archduke Alfred, is a brown-haired lion. At the center of Sarion's blood-and-silver turmoil, when his two brothers fought for the throne and almost met each other in the upper city, Leon Ulrique, who had never been inconspicuous, showed his sword first. The old nobles said that Leon, covered in blood, walked into the palace, threw the heads of his two older brothers in front of the silver throne, and looked at his father calmly. The old king, Ulrik IV, let out a long sigh, got up tremblingly, and said to him, "Is this what you want?" ”

"No, father," replied Leon, no, Ulrique V, "what the son wants, is the whole of Pande!" ”

Over the next fifteen years, Leon Ulrique proved to be a lion-hearted monarch, and during the reign of the old king, Sarion was so exhausted that he lost a series of battles in the First Battle of the Dragon and Lion, and even gave Laria to Livingston. But after Ulrik V ascended the throne, Sarion's national power swelled like a sponge soaked in water. He cleansed the royal capital with an iron fist, and any nobles who questioned his throne were beheaded and hung outside the palace. He then marched north to Livingston and set off the Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion, in which Viscount Brennus and Duke Elfwan shone in this protracted war, and a red flag of the Lion Knights was planted all over the ice field, as if it were the burning footprints of a lion; One quietly completed the encirclement of Laria. Leon Ulrique, on the other hand, personally led his army on the plains of Callindern in a bloody battle against the three unfamous Empire Heroes. The Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion ended in a resounding victory for Sarion, with Pande rising three incomparably bright stars.

Aggression on Fire, Vincent Brennus; Xu Rulin, Nicholas Erfwan; and King Lionheart, Leon Ulrique.

"And then?" Ulrique V just said two words.

The man's head was buried lower: "The remnants are already outside the city, and the duke asks to enter the city." ”

"Exactly." Ulrik V said that the man looked up in astonishment, and saw only the king's unhappy and angry face, like a deep well without a bottom, but under the darkness the water roared and raged.

The army slowly entered the castle, and the guards watched the disorganized team in disbelief and the scorched sword and shield flags hanging from the flagpole. What happened? Standing guard, they exchanged their eyes and ears. It had only been four days since the Duke's army of 20,000 men had set out, and they had not forgotten the Duke's high-spirited appearance. Four days later, however, instead of a triumphant general and his majestic appearance, they saw a tired old man and a group of mourning soldiers with low morale.

Old, Duke Elfwan looked at his palm. His hands were still very strong, with well-defined tendons, and he was a hand that could hold a sword and lead the troops to charge, but its owner was already sixty-one years old, which was already a remarkable age in Pande, and ordinary generals might have returned to their hometowns at this age, but Duke Elfwan's performance on the battlefield was still as fierce as any young general.

But he is indeed old, and now in Saarione, he is the only one who has experienced two dragon and lion battles, and he is an out-and-out veteran of the two dynasties. Even though the body is still so hard that it seems that the years have not eroded, the energy is like charcoal that is about to burn out, and the heat emitted is gradually fading. During the recapture of Larria, the Duke of Elfwan was able to sit in the tent and concentrate on the battle situation all night, and then go into battle the next day, and finally captured the city for three days and nights. Now he and Kairos have only been fighting for a day, and fatigue washes over him like a tidal wave, and his soul seems to be sucked into a bottomless whirlpool.

But what does it matter? As long as I have a breath left, I will still fight to the end!

Kia looked at his father's face with wistfulness, and he was worried, and after the breakout the Duke of Elfwan fell into an uneasy silence, and he sat on his horse, wrapped himself in a cloak, and his expression was stiff, like a dry well. He didn't eat or drink, and ignored everyone, so much so that Rolf had to overstep his authority. Kia felt that the fire had not only destroyed 20,000 of Salion's children, but had also completely consumed the last vestiges of his father's prime. Riding on the horse was no longer a generation of famous generals, but just an old man who was a little rickety, and seemed to be overwhelmed by the weight of his armor.

"Kia." Duke Elfwan called softly, he turned over and dismounted, and when he landed, he staggered, and Kia quickly held his father, feeling that he was holding on to a half-decayed old pine.

"Order, rest in place." He heard his father's voice, low and hoarse, like a lonely howling wind in the moor.

At some point, Teresa had already stood beside Duke Elfwan and silently grabbed her father's other arm. "Father, let's go."

"It reminds me of the time when I used to help you learn to walk with Forsette." The Duke of Elfwan burst out laughing, and standing beside his children seemed to rejuvenate him a little, and even made fun of his daughter. "Don't worry, I'm fine." His first few steps were a little faltering, and if it weren't for Kia and Teresa's support, he would have fallen to the ground at any moment, but then his steps became more solid and powerful, and each step was like a seasoned blacksmith swinging a sledgehammer, so that both Kia and Teresa had to withdraw their hands and trot all the way to keep up with their father. "It's too slow, keep up!" Duke Elfwan exclaimed, his scarlet cloak waving behind him like a red dragon as he strode with the wind. In just a moment, the old man in his twilight was once again full of vitality. As she watched Duke El Fwan about to shake off their backs, Kia suddenly remembered Brochette's comment for his father in "Pendezhi Governing the Army":

"There is no arrogance in victory, defeat is difficult to discourage, suddenly like a night of spring breeze, Wanmu Susheng second spring. In the horizontal comparison of Pande's famous generals, Nicolas Elfwan is not the best, he is not very good on the offensive and defensive ends, but he has an unparalleled emotional regulation ability, whether it is victory or defeat will not help or eliminate his arrogance, he is there, like an old banyan that can grow into a forest on a single tree, although he has weathered, he will never accept old age. ”