Chapter Twenty-Three: What I Want

Late at night, Qin Ran and Mary came to the Thunder Fortress. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

At this time, the Thunder Fortress has long since lost its original formidable appearance, and all that remains is a patchwork of improvised wood and stones.

Moreover, there is only one.

To put it simply, there is only one side of the camp of the Prairie People.

Once this fortification is breached, the steppes can make a long drive towards Leerdrie.

As for the Warren defenders after the fortifications?

Although there are still 3,000 people, they are no longer the 3,000 professional soldiers who are stationed in the Thunder Fortress.

The Warren royal family's forbidden army, private army, and some city guards were mixed in.

Less than a third of the original professional soldiers remained.

This was what Mary told Qin Ran, and there would be no mistake.

Thinking of Mary's previous description of the Thunder Fortress, Qin Ran couldn't help but sigh.

Not only is the Thunder Fortress rebuilt from the scorched earth so fragile as paper, but more importantly, almost all the soldiers are demoralized and have no fighting spirit.

Those elites are no exception.

Judging by the speed of the night vigil soldiers in front of him, Qin Ran could completely imagine the situation where once a siege battle took place, the Thunder Fortress would be taken by a wave.

Of course, even so, Qin Ran did not regret what he did at the beginning.

He knew very well what he wanted at the time.

Just like now, he knows what to do.

Stomp and tread.

Continuous, several-human footsteps rang out.

This was followed by a group of people holding torches alof, led by the one James VIII.

Unlike Qin Ran's memory, His Majesty the King had aged a little more again in just a few days, as if he was about to die.

Even walking, you need the help of an attendant on the side.

But the other party's gaze is not mixed.

In other words, the other person's eyes are the only thing that distinguishes them from the average old man.

"Your Excellency 2567!"

James VIII tried to show the majesty and ...... of a king Manners.

It's just that the environment is really out of place.

A few torches, a camp in the middle of nowhere, a slightly restless soldier.

Such a situation fell in Qin Ran's eyes, making Qin Ran see more and more loneliness and loneliness.

However, Qin Ran still returned the salute.

Not only because of the identity of the other party, but also because of the mentality of the other party who is willing to give everything for this identity.

Without more contact, Qin Ran had no way of knowing whether James VIII was a good king or not, but the other party was determined to die with the country, and this alone was worthy of respect.

"Father, father!"

Mary spoke awkwardly.

Then, the girl quickly recounted what happened to Raldry.

"We need to clean up the 'maggots' in Leerdry! The civilians haven't completely evacuated yet, and if they take advantage of the situation to cause chaos, more people will die! ”

Although they hadn't been together for long, Mary already knew how to convince the man in front of her.

Self-interest is absolutely not enough.

It has to be linked to the interests of civilians.

This was scoffed at by most rulers.

No matter what the surface is and what the essence is, everyone is clear.

A naïve man like James VIII, in the eyes of other rulers, was completely to blame for being suppressed by the other party's sister, and even being overshadowed.

However, because of this, Mary does not hate each other.

Well, just not annoying!

"Roque, take a team back to Lerdry and investigate this matter thoroughly!"

James VIII got serious.

The body, which was originally a little rickety, straightened up, and his voice involuntarily raised.

"But Your Majesty ......"

"Go ahead!"

"The steppe people didn't attack at the beginning, they won't attack in the next few days - they need to find out what their vanguard has encountered!"

James VIII interrupted the middle-aged man in a robe dressed as a wizard, and then, his gaze turned to Qin Ran.

There was an inquiry-filled look in his clear, dignified eyes.

The wizard named Roque looked at James VIII and then at Qin Ran.

In the end, he saluted Qin Ran, and then, after Qin Ran bowed slightly, he left with a group of people.

To be able to follow James VIII to the ruined Thunder Fortress, or to be a wizard, such a person must have the consciousness of death.

Loyal people can easily gain people's favor, and Qin Ran is no exception.

"Your Excellency 2567, please follow me...... There are a few things I need to ask you in detail! ”

James VIII spoke, and walked into the camp with the help of his attendants.

In front of a tent that was no different from the others, James VIII waved off his attendants, and only Mary and Qin Ran walked into the tent.

Whew, whew!

As soon as he entered the tent, James VIII began to breathe heavily.

Obviously, His Majesty's health is far worse than it seems.

Mary hesitated slightly, but the next moment she walked over, helped James VIII to the soft couch, and picked up the kettle from one side.

"Thank you, Mary......"

The old king muttered to himself.

In the apologetic words, James VIII looked at Qin Ran again, and said with a more solemn expression than any time: "Your Excellency 2567, please take Mary and leave!" ”

"Leave Warren!"

"Find a place where no one knows you and spend the rest of your life!"

"I plead with you!"

The old king said word by word.

The tone was sincere, and he even used an honorific title for Qin Ran.

But Qin Ran still shook his head.

James VIII's body shook immediately, and his breath became heavier and heavier.

Obviously, Qin Ran's refusal was an unparalleled blow to him.

"I'm sorry, I've promised Mary to help her protect Warren."

Qin Ran said slowly.

James VIII was stunned, and he looked at Mary.

The girl nodded earnestly.

"I'm not for you, not for the fleeing commoners, not for the nobles who have fled, but my mother has told me that since it is my own responsibility, then I must bear it myself, and I can't shirk it to others—this is the belief that every generation of Swutburg owners must abide by!"

Mary said word for word.

"It's exactly Elaine's tone!"

James VIII sighed.

The old king seemed to be caught up in some memories, and Qin Ran could clearly see the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth.

Warmth, nostalgia and helplessness.

The girl also saw it.

Then, the girl grabbed Qin Ran's cloak with her hand.

The kind that is very hard.

Qin Ran, who felt this power, lowered his head and looked at the girl's welcoming gaze.

"What I say, I will do."

Qin Ran assured.

Then, he motioned for Mary to take a good look at her father.

Mary subconsciously wanted to ask something, but before she could speak, she heard the sound of horses' hooves breaking the night.

Suddenly, the girl's face turned pale.

Prairie people...... Siege! (To be continued.) )