Chapter 92

Very bland meeting, very mild separation. One is the square Q who caused the fourteenth miracle in the epic continent, the other is the sacramental ministry giant who secretly summoned St. Urban, and even if the mediocre bard can't afford to buy a harp, as long as the man and woman are the protagonists, they can play and sing stories that attract the audience, and the audience will also expect dazzling sparks, but the opposite is true, Augustine soon leaves the Big Ben Tower, and the young woman bends over the scope and doesn't know where to look. It seems that there are not many stories other than a fairly harmonious conversation. Cardinal Phoenicia and Duke Vesalius entered the bell tower, and the National Observatory was fully patronized by the royal family, as she claimed, without asking for a single copper plate from the imperial treasury and local nobles.

Duke Philippi's voice had the roughness of a typical Kamiaowu man, and he grinned: "Your Majesty, it seems that this descendant of the Rothonchild family is not at all like his ancestors, but more like a court poet. His delicate signature on the document is truly the envy of me. ”

The Empress retracted her gaze and walked to a round mahogany desk piled high with books like "Foreshadowing Eternity" by Diggs and his sons, on which were two parchment charts, one old and yellowed, and one relatively new, the former a treasure map from the pocket of a Viking leader who had been hanged on the gallows, and the latter drawn by a navigator funded by the royal family of Kami, the most conspicuous of which was, of course, the New World she named the British Island Chain. She stretched out a finger and slid from the port of Kamiao Joseph to the island chain, and smiled, "It's really embarrassing for our Vesalius Icewolf King to let Philippi deal with a quill." ”

The middle-aged duke embarrassedly reached out and touched his big bald head, and the elderly cardinal smiled kindly.

The empress said in a lamented tone: "I originally thought that this traitor's descendant was a good entry point into the huge body of the Holy Empire, but it seems that I underestimated his loyalty, and it is not surprising that Ka Miao can have a great nobleman like the Duke of Philippi who needs to borrow money from me even for his daughter's dowry, and they have a pious priest who would rather walk alone." Although he was cautious, he still revealed something interesting, the Holy Empire has paid much more attention to the sea than I expected over the years, and when I spoke of the lunar clock and the sea theodolite, he disguised it well, but the astronomy enthusiast overlooked that the right mood was to be dazed, not calm. Greenwich's old professors who have studied angelic scales for half their lives should be like this, let alone an ordinary astronomy enthusiast. ”

The Duke of Philippi looked at the empress and quietly made a gesture to wipe his neck, with an inquiring expression. This new gesture, which has only recently spread in Ka Miao, is definitely not a sign of kindness to the Epic Continent, and it first appeared on the battlefield of the latest Bell Fortress, when the black-clad Iron Rider of Ka Miao poured out of the walls of the Wailer like a black tide, and Empress Ka Miao made this gesture when she saw off several dukes and generals. Soon, the vivid gesture spread throughout the empire, and a Plantagenet historian suggested to the Apostle Playing Card dealer in the New War Chronicles that the "dirty, bloody, vulgar" gesture could be used for the next card of the Empress of Cards.

The woman smiled and shook her head, "We're not the Byzantian Holy See. ”

The Duke was silent. To Kamiu, Byzantius, once a spiritual godfather, is now like a slut. At first, no one believed that a young woman and a fugitive old man could win this spiritual war, but it turned out that Q and the Black Emperor won easily.

The Empress teased, "Vesalius, when our Iron Cavalry sweeps away the Austro-Hungarian Federation that dared to threaten a trade blockade against us at the Plantagenet Conference, it's time for your shawl to be changed." To put it bluntly, it is really suspicious of damaging the face of the empire. ”

The Duke stroked his bald head with one hand and laughed.

Cardinal Phoenicia reminded softly: "Your Majesty, Dr. Saxon is still waiting for you in the cathedral. ”

The Empress nodded, rolled up the parchment, said goodbye to the Duke, and walked out of the bell tower.

The duke bowed his bald head and said a silent word, pious and solemn, no one could hear it.

There are only four words: "My king is immortal!"

In the Ice and Snow Empire, whether it is a samurai who died on the battlefield in glory, or an old man who died peacefully on the bed, when he was dying, he would silently recite these four words.

The town is not far from the old imperial capital, and when the Empress and her retinue entered the Cathedral of the Bells of the North Pole, the envoys of the Holy Empire had just entered the province of Pelotti. Along the way, the attitude of the Count of Ibn towards Augustine changed 180 degrees, and he was as attentive as serving his immediate superior, the Prime Minister of Diplomacy, which made all the members of the triumphant envoy feel inexplicable, and they naturally could not know that the poor Count had just received a sternly worded reply from His Majesty the Emperor, which most likely would have wiped out the diplomatic privilege of the Earl's diplomatic trip. Fortunately, the young lieutenant did not show much unsympathetic arrogance, which made Count Ibn feel at ease, in fact, Augustine really did not have time to pay attention to such small episodes that did not affect the overall situation in the slightest, from the grizzly gamble to find him for fun, the tentacles of order were far from being so lush that they could spread to the city of Jupiter, the chief secretary of state of the Senate, the lion king, the Duke of Todd, the Condi family, and so on, there were too many clear enemies in front of him to deal with. On the border of Marceau, Augustine was the first to leave the legation, and this time Count Ibn led a large group of Templars to see him off without hindrance, until the shabby carriage painted with the gold balance insignia completely disappeared from view, and Count Ibn breathed a sigh of relief.

After two battles, the Black Swan Lake Manor is no longer as picturesque as it used to be, and the magic array of God's left eye, which was mostly damaged before the first start, was gradually repaired in the busy work of the Cannon Fodder Knights, and expanded on the original basis, there is no longer a black mamba king snake in the lake, and the lakeside began to build a strange building destined to be tall according to the drawings drawn by the archon himself, and countless dirt was dug up for a single foundation, in addition, they also heard that an arena was going to be built on the edge of the manor, and although the cheap low-level knights who came out of the slave market were very hard, they at least had basic safety and survival, so there are no complaints, and besides, who would dare? Your Excellency the Prefect is the new giant of the Holy See's statutory sacramental congregation!

In addition to the construction of the poems and songs, there were two other things that made Augustine feel good when he returned to the castle, one was that Archbishop Markham personally sent the first batch of "semi-political and semi-religious contributions" before taking office The nobles of Marceau, who were unfortunately bumped into by the archon in the Mississixi Arena, were scavenged by this fat pig, which gave the castle of poetry an additional revenue of nearly 600,000 yuan, and guided the noblewoman believers and the Markham fat pig, who was more devout and diligent than reciting the scriptures, to leave a promise, and the second batch of Caesar gold coins would be delivered within half a year at the latest.

The second is that the Marshall-Gondesius who was almost exposed to artificial sunlight persuaded a marquis-level immortal in the Marshall family to come to the castle of Poetry and choose to carry out the second holy hibernation in a long life in the lowest cemetery, but because Augustine went to the imperial capital and sent an envoy to Ka Miao, the two high-level immortals had to stay quietly nearby, and did not dare to do anything beyond the norm, and when the order was long, Marcel Marcel quickly restrained his inappropriate boring arrogance, and was more humble than the Marquis of Marshall, because the first time they met, he smelled the dark aura of a prince-level immortal of the Setus family, in the history of darknessIn a sense, it is precisely because of his strength that the race-destroying Setus has always been an earl, which is more terrifying than the marquis of the other races, and the prince of Setus is almost comparable to the true ancestor of the twelve races!

The cemetery where St. Urban's roost on the ground floor of the castle is like a pure brilliance of substance, this breath is not sacred, nor does it move to the dark, pure and clear, so the Marquis Marcel Marcel, who was bathed in the light for the first time, has a hot expression, for the immortal species, the dragon vein adjacent to the dragon, in addition to having a natural barrier, and the dragon breath of both the flame and frost is conducive to dormancy. And the dark trench, which rests 10,000 meters below, is even more isolated from the world. Both of these locations are excellent hibernation places, but they don't dare to try it easily without True Ancestor and Prince-level strength, and this cemetery is a holy place that any Marquis-level Immortal can only dream of.

"Your Excellency, please allow the Marshall family to be presumptuous. I will send out a cordial invitation post for my allies. Count Marshall snapped his fingers. A golden bat flutters its wings and flies out of the cemetery.

Augustine did not refuse or hinder, and watched Dimmit and the two guests of the poem enter the blood tombstone to sleep, leave the cemetery, and enter the honeycomb, a corner of the wall, placed the giant egg of the golden double-headed viper, several cracks are faintly visible, and the little one is about to break out of the shell, Miss Elizabeth reminded that after the birth of the golden viper, most of the egg shells can be used as excellent bait, but some can be left as experimental materials for sheep's horns, or used as precious magic array materials, which can increase the energy of the magic array almost unlimited, Augustine sat against the wall, and in the silence, the archon gently hummed out of tuneLullaby.

After humming a few paragraphs, Augustine turned his head to look at the golden egg, reached out to touch it, and felt the fetal movement of the little thing in the egg.

Get up and walk into the private room of the Lori butler, covered with Caesar gold coins, maybe in a hurry, the crystal paste on the dresser, Augustine sat down in the chair in front of the dresser, cleaned up the messy tabletop, put the drawers in the drawers, and left them neatly on the tabletop, then folded the bed, picked up some messy socks and princess dresses, and put them in the closet, and by the way, threw away some expired snacks that she had secretly hidden in the goose down quilt, and finally, Augustine came to the row of glass bottles and stopped at what she called "a lady's little secret" In front of the glass box, Augustine could even hear the fierce soul wail inside, this room, half of the princess of Mipeifen, half of the blood queen, once, she asked Augustine very seriously Do you like half hate and half, Augustine was busy praying at the time and did not answer, now one is in the Holy Empire, the other is in the Muse Continent, I don't know how long it will take the next time she asks him to answer this question.

Leaving the honeyhive, they ascended one after another, stopping only in the study on the way, and finally came to the cat's eye at the bottom of Swan Lake, where Pandora sat beside the harp, and her black Gothic hair resembled the most delicate strings.

Augustine crouched in front of her, took her hand, and apologized, "This harp is too late." ”

The daughter of the Empire's greatest traitor smiled slightly, it was hard to imagine that two generations of the Empire's most rebellious men had educated such a docile female heir.

Augustine recounts his trip to the imperial capital and his envoy Kamiao, ending with a chance encounter with Empress Randolph, "She reminds me of another woman in another story, the young and beautiful woman who ascended to the throne a little later than Queen Kamiu, who ascended to the top of the kingdom of England at the age of twenty-five, and in order to consolidate the throne, she traversed between the two powerful empires of the time, gave up her marriage, and finally died as an old virgin, but in exchange for the rise of her kingdom, in exchange for an empire on which the sun never sets." ”

Pandora whispered, "It's a sad story, isn't it?"

Augustine, who never put a mask on her face, said honestly: "Is it more accurate to use tragedy?"

Pandora smiled and said nothing, Augustine knew that she didn't agree with her statement, but it didn't matter, the young order chief who has always been strong even in the face of Queen Goshel will taunt the "sister" so that he will not be harsh on the woman in front of him, in the hearts of men who are almost the entire empire does not understand, she and Lori Butler are the two most unique existences. Augustine took out two copies of Homer's Epic from under his armpit, handed it to Pandora, and said softly: "This is a wandering story about an old knight, and one of my enemies said that it would be the heaviest chivalric epic of our time, and I rarely agree with her." ”

Pandora took the book and put it on his lap, Augustine began to be silent, because for no reason he remembered Hera, the female knight who was free-ranged by the order, and then remembered Nero who appeared on the stage of war, Octavian, the dragon lancer of the Clough family, and of course, the fat Reinhartty, the best war maniac men in the latter group of the empire were all on the border to fight, and the queen who met by chance single-handedly put the poor empire of the far north into the rich war track, making the war horses more abundant and the warriors more heroic, and taught the backward empire on the tail of civilization how to fight on two fronts, and Jupiter the Great, his wisdom lies in injecting the lame holy empire with thick war blood, vigorously cultivating warlike knights, relying on the cultivation of arcanists who are more suitable for going on the battlefield, under the guise of holy war and training grounds, military upstarts were able to gain a firm foothold, giving birth to a large number of novel merchant nobles, war trade bankers, Augustine believes that in the next hundred years, the two protagonists on the continent can only be the Holy Empire and Ka Miao, and the only premise is that the successors of the two can be as wise as their predecessors.

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On the border between the Holy Empire and the Titans, the Children of War, a magnificent war is about to break out with a total of 350,000 front-line troops on both sides.

On the side of the Holy Empire, the lineup is dazzling, the Marquis of Pompey, the commander of the Holy War, the Count of Dürer, the commander of the Grand Army, the Duke of Robert, who ranks second in the order of the administrators of the Empire, and the old Monte Cristo, who has been dealing with the Titans all his life.

150,000 warriors who grew up in the flames of war, plus 15,000 mages.

There is also a large number of young commanders who have distinguished themselves in the last decade.

On the Titans' side, there are almost all the high-level elite soldiers, led by Prince William, the god of war wearing Odin's great armor, surrounded by the "poet" Fried, who personally buried the Black Rose Legion of Prince Odis back then; It is a lady, Duke Pfaff, the commander of the Northern Army, an old enemy of the old Monte Cristo, the best at frontal combat, the instantaneous switch of attack and defense is beautiful, a model of an old strategist, there are countless admirers on the continent, even within the Holy Empire have to use his military treatise as a basic textbook, and the first knight of the Titan's holy coffin, "Silver Cup" Cameron.

With an army of 200,000 troops, five large military groups, and a "Red Whip" knight that is known as the only one on the continent that can compete with Ka Miao in equal numbers, this is a "whip of God".

The entire continent is watching with bated breath as the prologue and the course of this war unfold.

In addition to professional soldiers, there are countless bards, war speculators, gold coin politicians, and military observation groups of other countries and many other characters participated.

It is not surprising that among the three major youth armies of the Empire, civilian officers led by the war star Rommel are scattered among the various legions, and the real surprise is that the noble knights, including Prince Schopenhauer, are also placed on the front line, and this team has a large number of young elite knights from Morgan's Academy like the prince and the genius Constantine, which undoubtedly convinces observers that the Holy Empire is determined to win this great war, and Emperor Jupiter seems to have hinted that the throne will be handed over to Prince Schopenhauer in the future, rather than another relatively quiet and low-key son。 As for the last motley noble knights, no one cares, God knows where the four hundred knights led by that dead fat man are having fun?

The long border between the two countries.

A small and medium-sized order of knights rushed to a hilly pass that did not exist on a military map, far from the red plain of Gogol, without any strategic value, not only was it difficult for knights to cross on horseback, but even the infantry had to be exhausted by the endless mountains and barren mountains, and there had never been any skirmishes in the history of the war between the two countries, and the border was flanked on either side by the poor province of Sigri County of the Holy Empire and the Kolb Mountains of Titans, in short, this area was a black area that even missionaries did not want to set foot in, so this army was well fed and held onWhat is the "tour" of the Knights?

That's right, it was the ragtag army of Reinhardt, and everyone marched forward with great difficulty.

The fat man who was the first to wear a heavy and high-quality military armor because he was afraid of death had grass roots in his mouth, sweating profusely, and was surrounded by four or five scolding descendants, the fat man ignored the complaints of his subordinates who were the heirs of the first- and second-tier nobles of the empire, and always paid attention to the news from the reconnaissance sentinels, turned his head to see that his subordinates were all embarrassed, and scolded with a smile, "Bastards, the acting skills are very good, okay, rest in place." The order was conveyed, and there was a burst of cheers, all of them sat on the ground, no one was right, drinking water, picking feet, and some of the oil knights who were not willing to be lonely also took the time to play gambling, because most of the gold coins were squandered in the Moby Dick Fortress, and at this time they could only have a few copper plates and a few copper plates to gamble and have fun.

The fat man sat cross-legged on the ground, spreading out a map of his own drawing, which was far more detailed than the military map issued by the Imperial military.

A young aristocrat of the Imperial Capital Orfgang family secretly took out a small bottle of beautifully packaged wine, handed it to the head of the regiment with both hands, and the freckled fat man lost an appreciative look, took a big sip, and then passed it to several henchmen around him, but once he saw that anyone who didn't have the strength to drink more, he would kick it, and finally returned to his hands with most of the left, squinting intoxicatedly, looking down at the map, and muttering to himself: " I don't know if the proposal was sent to the desk of the Count of Dürer, although the Titans are indeed going to fight a frontal battle, but here they have to be infiltrated by this dog haggar into two to three thousand sharp knife-type soldiers, detour, and behead when the battle is fierce, even if it fails, it is likely to turn the battle situation of five or five points into six or four, don't underestimate the odds of winning, in a war of nearly 400,000 people, it is 40,000 lives, you commanders don't take it seriously, Lao Tzu has to be cautious, if the Titans don't have this idea, Lao Tzu will surprise them, maybe they can get a batch of medals for this group of bastards。 ”

No wonder the empire sour-yo commented that this fat man was a "medal wholesaler" who could always step on shit.

The aristocratic young man of the Magus family, who was kicked after drinking more wine, said indignantly: "Captain, what kind of sightseeing trip is this, you lie to us that the scenery here is picturesque, and there are many beautiful and moving country girls, there is a fart, I don't even see a female boar now!"

Another knight of the Simpel family, who wore the emblem of the Bengal Black Tiger, nodded vigorously and agreed: "Handsome commander, your deception has deeply hurt our pure and young hearts! I seriously protest to you on behalf of the four hundred and thirty-two heroic knights of the whole regiment!"

The fat man Reinhardey chewed on the grass roots, glanced at it with squinted eyes, didn't even bother to explain, burped comfortably, lifted his bloated buttocks, turned to the blond young man who protested, and let out a loud fart, which was the response of the group leader.

Several aristocratic young knights rolled their eyes and raised their middle fingers together.

The only thing that remained silent was a brown-haired young man, with a beautiful baby face, unlike the vast majority of knight members, he was later temporarily stuffed into the motley knight order by the family, with a weak temperament, and because of his feminine appearance, he suffered a nightmare in the early days of joining the group, and was molested by some aristocratic knights with old qualifications, and almost took off his pants, but fortunately, the fat head of the regiment still had a little conscience, and received a large amount of "education fees" before coming to the border , This stopped the farce, and later the young man showed a good sense of the overall situation and military literacy in the conversation, and the fat man kept him by his side as a small staff, selfishly because he felt that this little guy who was said to be a knight boy was good-looking, much more pleasing to the eye than the group of old subordinates with a flamboyant tongue, and this knight boy who was not very integrated with the style of the whole group was the only one who believed it for the first time after hearing that the fat man showed off that he was once the sixth knight boy of the empire, so Reinhardt was willing to tell him something about the Rothonchild family and Master Augustine, and the beautiful boy may not be a good reserve knight, but he is a very qualified listener, so he soon became the new henchman who was promoted to the most handsome and talented fat head of the empire.

After a short break, the Knights continued on their way, and although the knights kept shouting in protest, it was clear to everyone that no one was really questioning the authority of the fat leader.

The fair-faced boy always followed behind the fat man, in the family, he had heard of the legend of this knight, although he did not witness the award ceremony of the crystal hall of the palace Labord, but compared to the more orthodox and more reputable Rommel, the only war monster who won the three major title badges at the same time, he was more curious about the fat knight who did not knightly standards, so he asked his father in every possible way to join this notorious knightly order, and on the first day, he received a copy of the instructions for joining the group, thirteen rules, all very strange, such as the third" We are aristocrats, remember to surrender if we lose, we can be redeemed, but don't forget to get a little secret in the hostile camp, this is also a war exploit", this is ridiculous, the eighth "victory is the first honor of a soldier, fuck the knightly virtue", it is too crazy and unelegant, and the penultimate one: "Please remember the collective wish of our knights - whoever can sleep with the princess of the Titans is the greatest hero", is this still a knight or a nobleman?

He was puzzled, and at one point wanted to quit the Knights, until he was insulted by a group of scum nobles and almost took off his pants, which aroused his anger, and then was extended a helping hand by the fat boss, so he held a grudge and stayed.

Along the way, the fat man received the local map drafts of the scouts one after another, and then was spliced together by the fat man, outsiders may not be able to know, the various branches of the knights in the knights have a clear division of labor, basically everyone will have a strict position arrangement, like the Orfgang family knights who sent wine to the fat man at this time are responsible for logistics and spoils of war distribution, and the aristocratic young man wearing the Bengal Black Tiger badge is responsible for the operation of an elite knight servant in the group, after all, there are a large number of noble heirs here, and the corresponding families will arrange two or three high-level servants, and the guy from the Mags family in the southeast county of the empire is often involved in the planning of the conspiracy because of his bad stomach, and his family background is not eye-catching knight boy because of good literary accomplishment, was arranged by the head of the regiment to the post of data collection and information analysis, this knight order, seems to be loose and undisciplined, but in fact, everyone is extremely clear about what they can and cannot do and to what extent they must do, above this bottom line, the fat man Reinhardai does not care if you secretly bring alcohol or violate military discipline and mix with *.

The boy asked softly, "Commander, what do you mean by sharp knives and beheadings?"

Reinhardt was instructing a clever scout to go to a certain high point to observe the terrain, he looked back and smiled, stretched out his fat hand and twisted the ears of the pretty baby face, "The chick has good ears." The sharp knife is the elite of the elite, a warrior who can turn the tide on the battlefield, a perfect combination of the four professions of knight, swordsman and assassin bounty hunter, and you can take a look at the original manuscript of my paper to Morgan College, which talks about how to build a special team whose only goal is to kill the head of the enemy, but unfortunately the proud and old-fashioned Morgan College didn't pay attention to me at all, such an interesting and practical idea, there is no knowledge, alas. ”

The boy nodded seriously and said, "It's interesting!"

The fat man laughed, very satisfied with the attitude of the little waiter, and then said with a somewhat lonely look: "Our empire has risen too fast, so we pay too much attention to competing with the Titans in the plain war, but this kind of thing, in the final analysis, is just to remember the victor in a mean way, where do you care about so many rules and regulations, little Colum, can you understand this statement?"

The waiter nodded, not perfunctory.

The fat man squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, sniffed it, looked up and smiled: "Very good, little girl, you will also have the opportunity to become a soldier who often fights with victory in the future." ”

The baby-faced boy blushed and was very cute.

The fat man looked into the distance and sighed softly: "You remind me of Young Master Augustine when I was a child, they are all just as handsome and smart, but Young Master Augustine is a little more shameless than you." ”

A scout ran with a pale face, breathing heavily: "Regiment Commander, Titan Army, countless people!"

The fat man frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Try to give me the most accurate number!"

The guy who had always been valued by the fat man with his ears, eyes, legs and feet instantly calmed down and replied, "We can only guarantee that the number of enemies is at least two thousand or more!"

The fat man thought for a moment and said with a wry smile: "If you can estimate two thousand people, it means that there are at least five thousand people, which is about the worst I expected." ”

The fat man Reinhardai suddenly got up and said, "Call all the squadron leaders and convene an emergency meeting!"

On the top of a mountain, a man and a woman stood, all dressed in the famous and rare black elephant heavy armor of the Titans. The man is in his forties, the only character who does not wear heavy armor, with a mediocre appearance and a temperament closer to that of an academy professor who flips through textbooks in class, without any badges on his body. The woman's height is the same as that of the Titans' generally tall men, nearly 180 centimeters, wearing a royal blue heavy armor, but no helmet, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, the sword body is inserted into the earth, the face is calm, overlooking the vista, a short jet-black hair fluttering in the wind, the gold-colored giant sword exudes a cold war atmosphere.

The middle-aged man squatted down, made the same movement as Reinhardy, pinched a handful of soil and sniffed it, and said with a smile: "Madam, thank you for agreeing with my battle plan, if it weren't for your invitation, the Supreme Military Council would not have agreed to give me an additional 'Gogol Statue' in the Red Whip Knights, without these 800 holy knights, my plan is too flawed." ”

The woman with her hands on the hilt of the golden greatsword was silent.

The middle-aged man who didn't get a response touched his nose with self-deprecation, and said to himself: "We deliberately gave up a little advantage, and we have successfully lured the captains of the Holy Empire to the Gogol Plain, and the mill station near the Moby Dick Fortress is stationed in the last group of six thousand mages who arrived. ”

The woman said coldly: "The empire has not given up a little advantage for your plan, this advantage is enough for the Holy Empire to make up for the numerical disadvantage of 50,000 people, if you return in vain, then you will be a sinner of the empire, and I will personally escort you to a military court." ”

The man seemed to be a natural optimist, and muttered, "The 'Gogol Statue' of six thousand brave warriors wearing high demon-resistant heavy armor is enough to string the heads of the unprepared six thousand mages in rows on the Titan spear. Madam, don't worry, if I lose, I will work with these imperial elites to pull space for you in the back, until all the people die for this, you have no chance to send me to a military court. ”

The woman finally showed a trace of a face that was not so cold and stiff, and said softly: "The empire needs a living 'poet', and His Majesty the Emperor has said that one Fried is worth a large army. Prince William, though at odds with you, still agreed to me escorting you to the border, and now it seems that the Holy Empire is not aware of your plans, so I can return to my battlefield. ”

The "Lady", who held the golden greatsword whose war fame was second only to Odin's great armor, turned away without hesitation, alone and alone.

The middle-aged man with an elegant temperament was reluctant to see her leave alone and sighed. In the Titan Empire, which is so xenophobic that it is so badly deformed, that he is one of the few outsiders who has succeeded in gaining respect for the throne, and the bitterness and ups and downs can be written into a personal biography that is not inferior to the old military minister's "Flowers and Blood", but if you want to say who admires this "poet" the most, that is Mrs. Anderson, who is also an outsider, the giant sword in her hand, the maker cannot be verified in detail, probably a goldsmith from the Byzantian Holy See, imitating the Holy Grail of the Monastery of San Juan, known as the "Sound of Silence" The Gularan inscription on the sword has different translations: "To the transcendent who brings glory", "Lord of prosperity".

Everyone in the empire knew that he had a crush on this lady, but she had said that she would only marry the bravest man on the mainland, and no one understood this vague statement.

Retracting his thoughts, Fried, the "poet" who had bloomed at the peak of Prince Otis, conveyed the order to move on.

The old emperor affectionately called this soldier who was indeed a profound scholar "Kremlin Werewolf", which shows Fried's height within the Titan Empire.

This time, Fried, the paradoxical combination of poet and werewolf, felt that it was easy to remove a heart of the Holy Empire, and in this way, he might be closer to the lady's so-called bravery.

Secretly blocking the way is just a motley knighthood of the Holy Empire that is quite humble in numbers and individual combat ability, and it seems that this is a sudden confrontation battle with a huge disparity in strength.

The extremely unlucky knight order contracted the formation as quickly as possible, but this time it did not retreat and run away as before, but all the middle and high-level people gathered together to start a meeting, and the fat man Reinhatai said calmly: "There are more than five thousand people, nine times out of ten are composed of the most powerful warriors of the Titans, the ratio of troops is 1 to 10, and our only advantage is that our whereabouts have not been discovered on the other side." I'm sorry to tell you that this escape is not realistic, and the target on the opposite side is either the top of the second echelon of the Moby Dick Fortress's think tank, or the 6,000-man mage regiment in the mill station. What's even more regrettable is that in addition to letting people convey the news, it seems that we have to drag this group of Titan Miscellaneous for at least six days without knowing whether to live or die, and now our situation is that we have escaped and have half the chance of surviving, but the big battle on the main battlefield that gambles on the financial and material resources of the Holy Empire for ten years is going to be lost, and we will lose very badly, of course, after we slip back, at most we will bear a little infamy, anyway, we are naturally thick-skinned, what are we afraid of?

The aristocratic young knights, whose average age was only twenty-three, smiled, but reluctantly.

The fat man wiped his face, spread out more than a dozen scattered map drafts on the ground, pointed with a branch, and continued: " Oh, come to think of it, we still have a small advantage, that is, we are more familiar with jungle warfare than this group of miscellaneous thieves, and don't forget, we are all honorary knights who came out of the holy war, and if anyone is willing to die with me, I think we can avoid frontal combat, go around an arc, bite them on the side, retreat, and then go around in circles, and gnaw a few pieces of meat, and can consume a few miscellaneous pieces, but to be honest, I don't have much confidence that I can win this battle that is sure to lose no matter how you calculate it. So I'm telling you clearly now, if you want to escape, hurry up, don't laugh here and listen to my nonsense, and don't think I'm going to look down on you, if it weren't for Lao Tzu, the most handsome captain in the history of the Imperial Knights, he would have been the first to run away, okay, that's it, if you want to leave, you can leave. ”

The young men in their thirties looked at each other.

The fat man pointed to one of the noble youths and said solemnly: "Brod, you are the eldest son of the family, and you are about to marry that beautiful young lady, you get out of me immediately." ”

He pointed to the other one again, "Pruger, you are the knight of Morgan Academy who is going to be thrown in for further study, get out of here." ”

"You, little Bran, Lao Tzu is the most annoying thing for you to take a light sword and have a lot of snot and tears, all rubbed on Lao Tzu, you also get out of me!"

A large number of quick roll calls, and finally the fat man glanced at the baby-faced knight boy beside him, and his tone was slightly softer, "And you, Golun, are just a boy boy, you don't need to do stupid things to sacrifice your life for the country, this kind of thing is left to us knights." ”

One of the named young officers raised his hand.

Reinhardey said impatiently: "If there is a fart, let it go!"

The young nobleman smiled and said, "Lord Reinhartai, you are not only the eldest son of the family, but also a fiancée whom you call the most beautiful lady is waiting for you to go back, besides, I don't think it's a good feeling to be without you officiating the wedding for me." ”

Pruger, a knight with a wooden expression, said rigidly: "Morgan Academy has too many exam papers to submit, and I don't want to suffer if there is no head of the regiment to cheat on me." ”

The young viscount from the Orfgang family dug his nostrils and snorted: "Article 10 of our regimental rules, we are never allowed to leave a comrade-in-arms, I haven't forgotten, I have been punished by you hundreds of times, and it is difficult to forget." ”

The fat man lowered his head with red eyes and said, "It's really going to die, a lot of deaths." ”

No one left.

The fat man slowly got up and said, "Give you a minute to deliver the news and allow anyone to leave." ”

On this day, the twelfth day of the ninth month of the year 834 in the sacred calendar, no one left except for three messengers, who left the place that would later be named the Hill of Glory.

Thirteenth.

Under the leadership of the Knight Reinhardt, the highest Iron Oak Medal winner in the Empire, the 600-man Knights made a beautiful arc and launched the first contact sneak attack, killing 63 enemies and killing only 6 of their own people. The Titans, in extreme shock and ignorance of the truth, closed their lines and launched the first wave of searches.

Fourteenth.

The Knights faced off a thousand knights selected by the Titan Northern Elite Frontier Army, because of the precise retreat route prepared in advance, and countless unbelievable serial traps set up on the route, the Titans' casualties on the frontal battlefield and the losses in the pursuit reached an absurd unanimity, with a total of 300 people losing their combat effectiveness. The poet Fried, because he was not sure of the exact number of ambushes of the Holy Empire, did not change the advance of the Holy Red Whip led by the "Gogol Statue" in the main line, but had to devote 3,000 troops to deal with the endless flank and even rear attacks.

Fifteenth.

The Holy Empire Knights, who only had more than 500 people left, still maintained the strategy of concentrating their forces to eat small groups of enemy troops, and fought two small-scale contact battles, but under the pursuit of the prepared Titan Army, the first single-day attrition reached 100 men.

Sixteenth.

A surprisingly silent day.

Fried began to wonder if he had fallen into the enemy's trap, slowed down the advance of the vanguard "Gogol Sculpture", and prepared to mobilize all the more than 5,000 troops except the sculpture to carry out an intensive encirclement and suppression. Because he was tired of the news that the knights had been scratched by the thorns covered in poisonous juice, and that water sources were poisoned in large quantities, and that there were endless tricks that resembled traps.

Seventeenth.

The downwind side set fire to the mountain at the same time at several points, causing Fried to lose 300 people again, and the key is that it directly and seriously affects the morale and fighting spirit of his subordinates.

Eighteenth.

Completely impatient, Fred summoned 800 people from the Gogol statue and launched a frenzied roundup, but the cunning knights fled directly to the territory of the Titan Empire.

Until the twentieth.

Fried finally surrounded the order, which consisted of just over fifty men, on a small hill.

The fat man with a bloodstained whole thigh was poked out of a hole and sat on the ground, holding a young man in his arms who had his entire arm cut off by the Titan Heavy Armor Knight, the man's face was pale and on the verge of death, he raised his head and said softly: "Lord Reinhartai, it really hurts." ”

The fat man lowered his head, his blood and tears had already dried up, and said bitterly: "Little Bran, I'm sorry. ”

The young man shook his head with difficulty, squeezing out an innocent smile, "Commander, are we really brave?

The fat man nodded, "We are the bravest, no one can deny it." ”

Fifty-three people sat back to back beside him and the dying young knight, all badly wounded, their armor tattered, their swords broken, their blood dripping, and their bandages sloppy.

The young man closed his eyes peacefully.

The fat man looked up and looked around, and Broad, who liked blonde women with big butts, died, had his head cut off, and because he was being pursued, it was impossible to even bury him. Pruger, who has a stereotypical personality and can't do anything about sycophancy, also died, and was pierced through his body by three or four Titan spears that he didn't know if it was together, and the fat man didn't see it clearly at all, so he died. The little bastards of the Orfgang family, who always managed to make wine in a different way, were also dead, and they were all dead, and the servants were all dead for their masters. There were only fifty-three people left, oh, little Bran was dead too, and that was fifty-two.

The fat man gently put down the corpse of little Bran and limped to his feet, and almost at the same time, everyone stood up, holding blunt or broken knights' swords, and under the mountain were a dense crowd of Titan soldiers, and the fat man told them that many of the miscellaneous pieces came from the "Red Whip of God".

The fat man grinned with difficulty, "Beautiful Columne has brought our family letter and badge with him, so that the empire can know how we died." ”

Everyone laughed and struggled.

The fat man Reinhardey crossed his arms to his chest and performed the most solemn knightly salute in his life to his last comrades, the last knightly salute.

On this day, no one surrendered, and no one retreated.

The Holy Empire's military leaders are shocked to return to Moby Dick Fortress urgently.

Council Chamber.

The atmosphere is solemn.

Young Master Nero, who had the title of a notekeeper, picked up a chair and smashed it at the embarrassed Count Dürer, and scolded with red eyes: "Why did you ignore Reinhardtey's suggestion and did not bring up this matter until the day after the messenger of the Order sent the news to the Gogol Plain, are you an idiot?!"

Although there was a difference of more than a dozen levels between the two ranks, Count Dürer, who had avoided the chair this time, did not dare to be angry in the slightest, but only pouted slightly, as if he wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Marquis Pompey squinted his eyes and looked gloomy.

The old Monte Cristo general had a calm face, and the old man, who had always been very talkative, was really angry this time, and it was he who was the first to get the news and sent a large army to support the little knights.

The chief executive, Duke Robert, said roundly: "Since there is still no news that the Titan secret army is approaching the Moby Dick Fortress and the Mill Station, it means that this conspiracy has failed, although Count Dürer has made a mistake, but it is not irretrievable, the war has just begun, we and the Titans are still at a starting point, not to mention that we still have a certain advantage." ”

The handsome blond-haired young master Nero was about to carry the chair again, but his father who was sitting on the throne held his arm down, shook his head slightly, and the marquis slowly spoke: "This is not a mistake that can be ignored or made up for with the next battle achievements, I will explain everything to His Majesty the Emperor." ”

Count Dürer's body trembled.

"No!"

Two very unfamiliar figures appeared at the door of the council chamber.

Thin was a young man in ordinary cavalry attire, covered in shocking mottled bloodstains, holding a package in both hands.

The old figure beside him was obviously more striking, dressed in a holy robe that could be counted almost with one pair of hands in the Vatrentia, and the old man was the spiritual leader of the southern archdiocese, Cardinal Grueze.

Marquis Pompey was stunned for a moment, and finally recognized the young man whose face was vaguely immature, but at this time, the young man's eyes were cold, revealing a stubborn and suppressed determination and anger, the young man gently put the package on the long table, untied it, and the chiefs in the council room could roughly know that it was more than a hundred letters, more than a hundred family badges, and the young man with a baby face said bluntly: " If it weren't for the order of the head of Reinhardt, there would have been an extra 13-petal chrysanthemum royal coat of arms here, Count Dürer, I would have told my father about your crimes and watched you hanged!"

The Count of Dürer, who had lived a good life on the southern border all year round, was at a loss.

Marquis Pompey sighed in his heart, stood up respectfully and bent down and said, "Prince Colum." ”

Everyone was shocked.

The baby-faced knight boy didn't have any mood fluctuations, just looked down at the scribbled letters on the table, and many of them were ghostwritten, as well as more than a hundred family badges with black blood stains taken off his chest, burst into tears, and said softly: "All of them died in battle." ”

On this day, the Holy Empire and the Titan Empire are all at war.

In the smoke of the Great War.

The Holy Empire found more than 400 corpses of Imperial soldiers, intact and incomplete, and put them in coffins, leaving more than a hundred empty coffins with only one family crest, escorted to the Imperial Capital by the Royal Knights.

All through Caesar's Gate.

More than 100 noble families from all the counties and provinces of the empire gathered in Caesar's Grand Square in Jupiter, and the only thing they had in common was that they had a dead heir and entrusted their children to a fat knight named Reinhardt, many of whom even smiled and said to the fat man, "I will give you the child, I can rest assured."

Almost everyone in the imperial capital automatically gathered in the square, which was even more spectacular than the time when he sent Gaka Miao to the Mayan Snow Mountain Temple, but that time it was thunderous, and this time it was all choking and sobbing.

It was the first time in the history of the Empire's war that so many heirs of a nobleman had been killed in a single battle, and all of them were so young.

Emperor Jupiter, who is rarely seen in public, wears a white knight's outfit and stands on one side of Caesar's Gate, and on the other side is Prince Colum, who is publicly identifying himself for the first time.

Lying in the coffin at the head was the knight Reinhardt, a fat man who looked ridiculous no matter how many victories he won, and until this day the Reich did not know who he really was, and the cadets of Morgan College knew who the author of those classic textbooks was.

The Empire is frantically circulating the Order's thirteen rules, especially the last one: We are never alone.

The fat man wrote two letters, one to his fiancée, a lady from a small local family with the same name as Princess Barbara of the Titan Empire, who is said to have freckles on her face like the Fat Knight.

This dying letter begins with "My dear Princess Barbara: I'm sorry this is my last love letter to you" and ends with "Barbara, you are in my heart, always the most beautiful young lady, this is the most sincere love word I can think of, I love you".

The other letter, of the same small number, was addressed to Augustine, a descendant of the traitor who was collectively hated by the Empire, but it was not made public.

"Handsome and intelligent Young Master Augustine: I disappointed you, I didn't get off the battlefield alive, no wonder you always call me a fool, but I know that you, who taught me the rules of knighthood, respect the world, our country, and our family more than anyone else, I have always aimed at you, hoping that one day I can really make you proud of me, so this time, I chose not to retreat when the empire needed me. In moments merely to add to the glory of the Empire, I will despicably and treacherously carry the medal home as a gift to my wife and leave it to my children. But when the empire needs me to give, no matter how cowardly, cowardly, and selfish I am, I will give everything, including my life. Veterans don't die, and obsidian flowers never wither!"

Far from the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital, the poetry of the underground castle.

The young monk in his robe stood at the foot of St. Urban, holding the letter with a calm expression.

But for the first time since the Saint's Descent, St. Urban opened his eyes and looked down at the human who had summoned him to this plane.

Twenty days later, a terrifying party of heretics and undead and high-ranking human knights made their way through half the empire to the Moby Dick Fortress on the southern border, where they demanded a map that was officially classified as a Class 1 secret.