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"Mr. Stark, you're leaving?" In Olisga, at the gate of a manor, Hausen stands beside an unmarked carriage. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The window of the info carriage was opened, and Stark's perfect side face appeared in the eyes of the great prince. He showed a meaningful smile: "Staying in the imperial capital will not fulfill my promise to you, Your Royal Highness, Honorable Prince. I am leaving to fulfill my promise, and of course, please don't forget what you promised. "You can rest assured of that, as long as you ......," Starck raised his hand, and did not let Hausen finish his sentence, "so be it, I'm sorry to borrow Mr. Diego from you, I find him a good fit to be a groom." Diego, who was sitting on the Hausen seat, said lukewarmly: "That's his honor." The corners of Diego's mouth twitched, and he finally buried his head. Stark's voice rang out in the car: "Let's go." The carriage gradually moved away from the sight of Hausen, and left Ollista along the King's Road. Because of the warrant of Hausen, the guards at the city gate did not strictly investigate, and they did not know who was sitting in the carriage. As he walked on the grassland outside the city, Diego cleared his throat and asked, "Master Stark, where are we going?" "Lonely Mountain Icefield, Flame Castle." "To Flame Castle?" Diego was surprised: "There's a war going on over there?" "Count Allen is there, then, I'll go there. Besides, there is another important thing to do. After saying this, there was no more sound in the carriage. Knowing that he would not answer any more questions, Diego shrugged his shoulders and spurred the horse to pull the cart in the direction of the Lonely Mountain Ice Field. On the throne, Diego remembered what Starck had said to him last night. "Tell me everything about Alan." Diego didn't know why this man was targeting Alan, but he knew very well that whoever was targeted by him would be unfortunate. This Stark's strength is at least the level of the Ten Saints, or the level of the Grand Admiral on the side of the Shadow Duchy. And from his words, Diego couldn't tell that he had half of the kindness towards Alan. He gloated a little, but he couldn't be happy. After all, Stark at least sees Allen as a target, and he? You can only do something that a groom can do! In the carriage, Stark slowly closed his eyes, he was careful not to touch the Scourge circuit, because he didn't want to be noticed by Alan too soon. The smile on his lips gradually widened, and Starck had to hold himself down as hard as he could, so that he didn't break out of the car and rushed to Flame Castle at full speed. Now is not the time. Back at the palace, Hausen arrives at King's Landing, only to be stopped by the chief chamberlain in front of Targario, just as he had expected before he arrived. The chief chamberlain gently stopped Hausen in front of his eyes with his hand patting the foundation, and his face was smiling. Haosen snorted: "Isn't my father's injury still healed?" "The gods are above, how I wish I could be injured in the place of Your Majesty. Unfortunately, the gods never gave me this opportunity. So yes, Your Highness, Your Majesty he still needs to recuperate, and you'd better not disturb him. "When the chief chamberlain laughs, he always gives people the feeling that he is smiling and not smiling, and at this moment, it is like wearing a human skin on his face. Mask. Hausen had disliked the manager since he was sensible, but Targario trusted him very much. So he blocked the way, and Haosen didn't dare to break in, but he still said unwillingly: "It's been so many days, with my father's ability, what injury can make him recuperate for so long!" Or was the Father not in King's Landing at all? The chief chamberlain let out a string of rooster-like laughter, and he giggled, "My dear little prince, it is the chaotic Rebian who has hurt Your Majesty, and the Sword Lord Marson. If it were you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have a chance to recuperate. If you have any doubts, if you don't ask Your Majesty for advice in person, I won't stop you, but don't blame me for not reminding you that the emperor is not in a good mood right now. He turned sideways to make way for the depths of the palace. Haosen squinted, stared at the passage sky, and finally decided not to bet on this one: "Say hello to my father for me." "It will be brought." Hausen stared at him in disgust and turned to leave. When he returned to his palace, he suddenly found it deserted. Before the spring hunt, it was crowded with people who were loyal to him, who were either vulgar, loud-talking, and drunk. But at least it brought vitality to the palace, and at that time he knew what he was going to do and what to do next. Can now? Except for Diego, the others either died or left, and the women from the Lion King's army also sent him back. With Stark, a top powerhouse, what else do you need to do with the elite of the army? But in this way, Haosen was a little confused. Stark promised him that he would help him become the crown prince and even the new king of Balgaon. When the time comes, Hausen must promise him one thing in return. But Stark didn't say anything, only that it would be clear when the time came. Hausen's goal hadn't changed, only now he could clearly feel that the initiative had shifted from him to Stark. He had no idea what the man was going to do or what he was going to do. He could only wait passively in the palace, waiting was not Hausen's style, but at this moment he was helpless. "Perhaps, I wouldn't dare to recruit a guy who can't be controlled." Hausen thought, but at that point, did he have a choice? He didn't have a choice. Either work with Starkey or die. Hausen still wants to live, and try to live as long as possible. In the palace, there was a soft sigh. The drums of war rang out over the wasteland, heavy and powerful. The earth seemed to shake slightly, because it could not bear the weight of this torrent of steel. A sturdy warrior in armor strode forward with near-unison steps, eyes under helmets staring straight ahead, swords on their bodies whispering like a cry of thirst for blood. The bright afternoon sun reflected a dazzling halo on the armor, and the golden double lions embroidered with gold thread roared silently on the flag, and the wind shook the flag, and the gold thread radiated the brilliance of flame in the sun. Hordes of warriors advanced in rows, they did not make any sound, but the momentum of the march was enough to shock the enemy. When Woodrick's hand was raised, the army stopped. Thousands of people stopped in unison, and the image itself was full of shock. Woodrick narrowed his eyes, and behind the desolate stone plains was an army of about two thousand. It's just that the flag of that army is of different colors, and the armor is blue and red, which looks messy. Compared with the emperor ** team, the difference is not half a point. The army was followed by the town wall, which was already four or five meters high, with arrow towers, and beyond it was farmland, and the faint outline of the town. Woodrick shouted, "Where's Masson!" "There was a cavalry in the opposing enemy formation, and the knights on the horses were gorgeously armoured, brightly cloaked, and even had brightly colored feathers stuck in their helmets. With a proud look on his face, he replied in a loud voice, "Lord Masson is waiting for you in the Flame Castle, of course, if you can reach the castle. Woodrick nodded: "Okay, then now give you a chance to surrender and disarm without dying!" "Disarm or die!" The rows of soldiers of the giant dragon army in the rear echoed, and the sound was monstrous. The enemy knight's face was a little difficult, but he still pulled out his battle knife and swung forward suddenly: "Kill!" He replied with action, and the sound of horses' hooves behind him sounded loudly, and a tall warhorse carrying the famous knight wrapped in heavy armor passed the commander, and then more knights swept past him. The enemy was the first to charge, and the colorful armor reflected the sunlight like a turbid current. Woodrick was not surprised, he raised his hand, and the greatsword ran into the general's hand with a cold roar. The ice spirit cold crystal on the ice lit up from the inside out, and a pillar of ice wind rushed from the edge of the giant sword in an instant, becoming a more eye-catching signal. All the dragon knights pulled down their helmets and masks, and Woodrick slashed down their greatswords. The ice wind rushed forward, and the general roared: "Charge!" The knights of the Dragon Army gripped their horses' bellies, drew their swords, and took their spears, and swept past Woodrick. The general also galloped on his horse, and in a few sprints he was far ahead, leading the enemy with the knight behind him. The knights of the Dragon Army are all cloaked in snow, and from a distance, it looks like an avalanche in the mountains, and a line of snow surging down from the top of the mountain. The momentum of the collective charge of the two thousand dragon army knights will suffocate people alone. Allen's chest heaved, and the only time he had seen a large cavalry group charge before that was when the unicorn cavalry regiment was defeated. But at that time, the unicorn cavalry regiment was only about 500 men, but now, the cavalry on both sides combined was close to 4,000 men, and with the vast wasteland as the background, the cavalry on both sides were like two waves of steel gathering in the middle distance, and the spectacle of the scene was beyond words to describe. Soon, the two crests met in the middle. The moment they met, it was the collision of steel and the roar of swords. The whole line of Hong Feng met, and countless waves of death were suddenly exploded. It's just that Masson's side is a ragtag army after all, and its courage is commendable, and its combat power, equipment, and even individual soldier quality are not comparable to the Dragon Army. Under the first collision, the turbid roller on the opposite side fell, and the turbulent snow line of the giant dragon army continued to deepen, as if more than a dozen blades were poked out to gouge through the enemy formation. At this time, the sound of artillery was belated. The artillery of both sides began to fire at each other, and the shells whistled sharply in the air, pulling strips of flame towards their respective positions. Artillery fire and gunpowder smoke made the sunlight look pale, and the fireballs of shells exploded became the dazzling colors of the battlefield. At this time, the advantage of the strong on both sides began to be reflected. Those idle officers in the dragon army also have a strength of seventeen or eighteen, they are broken down in the entire army, once a cannonball falls, they will intercept it one after another, and directly detonate the cannonball in mid-air, so it has little impact on the advance of the knights of the dragon army. The number of strong men on Masson's side was obviously less, and many shells landed in the turbid current, exploding fireballs. But with the source power of some strong people, Alan knew that his time for action had come. 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