"Legend!?" Wilson was a little surprised when he heard the news at first, when His Royal Highness the Prince left the royal capital, he was at the peak level of the master at most, which can be a whole level!

"You're not mistaken, are you?" Wilson asked again.

The subordinate who rushed over from Leighton Manor nodded seriously: "Master, it is true, you know that His Royal Highness the Second Prince was given a legendary weapon by the Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and that turquoise longbow is said to be the inheritance weapon of the God of Hunting, I have seen it with my own eyes, that weapon is completely liberated, and the momentum it exudes is definitely not mortal! I have only seen the human beings who can control this powerful weapon in the chief archmage of the Royal Mage Regiment and the high priest and the chief paladin of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church. ”

Wilson crossed his hands into fists against his forehead, elbows pressed against the oak round table in thought.

This retainer is one of the few rangers with high-level keen talents, and although he does not have a strong ability to fight head-on, he is very good at figuring out the enemy's information and strength. I'm really glad to have left this retainer in Layton Manor, otherwise I would have suffered a big loss if I acted rashly!

Humans who have entered the legendary level are no longer human beings in a sense, they are incomparably powerful, and they have their own unique natural skills, each legend is a symbol of the strength of a force or a kingdom, and it is even stipulated in the chapter of the ring law, and the legend and above shall not actively participate in all mortal wars except for the special circumstances specified in the chapter of the ring law.

You only need to imagine the scene of a legendary warrior or a legendary priest intervening in the war, any legendary warrior can break up the formation of the entire large legion with his own strength! A wave of a weapon can shatter hundreds of people! Not to mention the legendary priest, as long as his mental power is not exhausted, it is wishful thinking to kill any legionnaire! This is completely a difference in the level of strength, except for the confrontation between legends, it is impossible to make up for it.

After thinking for a long time, Wilson abruptly grabbed the letter written on the table and crumpled it into a ball and prepared to throw it into the trash, but at the moment of his shot, his reason still suppressed the impulse in his heart, slowly spread out the crumpled stationery, carefully skimmed it, took out another piece of letterhead, and began to write.

"Go back quickly and give this letter to the Andorran steward. ”

The retainer took the letter in both hands, carefully tucked it into his bosom and prepared to walk out, but he almost collided with the officer who pushed the door in.

"Get out of here!"

There weren't many elegant generals in the wild Northland, and ninety percent of the high-ranking generals were very rude, and that guy was like a polar brown bear standing up and wearing armor, and he threw this unlucky guy against the wall with a flick of his hand.

Mr. Brown Bear didn't look at the hapless man, walked briskly to the round table, and slapped a report with messy font on the table.

"Damn it! Look at this report, and you'll know how troubled the Eastern Front is! My soldiers have paid a terrible price to fend off the Faeron dwarfs from Baijantin, can twenty-eight thousand gold coins and two barren iron mines be exchanged for their precious lives? Besides, His Majesty made a promise to us that as long as the war is not over, then all supplies will not stop for a day! Wilson, I respect you as a great warrior! So, what the hell will you tell me, what about the clothes!? What about the food!?And the ruined defenses!?Are we going to let the people of Huert County go through another Northland War of Independence!?"

Wilson's head began to hurt again when he saw the people coming in, and this time a total of three high-ranking generals were stationed on the front to resist the aggression of the Baijantin Kingdom. The leader was of course the young and strategically minded General Wilson Forpos, and the two deputies were the civilian general Max Berg and the eldest son of the Duke of Goering, the de facto controller of Huertshire, Viscount Feldlin Huerter.

Putting aside General Max, a well-known good old man in the regular army of the kingdom, although the brown bear in front of him, Mr. Feldlin, is reckless, but he is not a political idiot who relies on the protection of his family to get to the top, and the scheming Duke of Goering behind him, the slightest wrong step will put himself and the Fobos family into passivity.

"The thirteenth batch of supplies will arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest, and I will allocate thirty percent more to your legion on the original basis, and you must hold the clenched fist moss, and you can't lose a single outpost!"

As soon as Wilson finished speaking, General Feldlin immediately shook his head, and wondered: "That's not enough! My side was forced by the pressure of the defense line to recruit 7,000 new soldiers again, and they need more supplies!"

"Fee...... You...... Morality...... Put away your clumsy show! I'm wiping your ass, bastard!" This is obviously semi-public blackmail, and don't forget that Wilson is also very hot-tempered, and he was still angry about Miranda and Angelella's affair just now, but I didn't expect another idiot to come to the door.

"Hmph! This matter is commissioned by the Black Pearl Mansion!? This has nothing to do with your Fopos family!? Now you want to pour dirty water on me again! I tell you...... Ahem......"

Feldlin was a little surprised, it was quite easy to cut the flesh from this guy a few times before, why was it so difficult to speak all of a sudden? He seemed to see something strange in Wilson's increasingly cold expression.

"You, hurry up and get back to Leighton Manor!" Wilson pointed at the retainer who was still stunned, roared, watched him leave a little stupidly, and quickly turned his head to stare at Feldlin with a fierce face: "You and I both understand that behind the Black Pearl Mansion stands the Iron Horse Brotherhood! How many lives do you dare to reveal such an unspeakable secret in front of a subordinate, it is enough to kill you, and drag your arrogant family into it!"

"If your retainers are going to leak secrets, then ......"

"There are no ifs, as long as there is a risk of leaking secrets, except for the dead!"

"Well, you promised me thirty percent that I would have those supplies lying quietly in the warehouse of Bogurok the evening after tomorrow. ”

"Got it, you Huert vampire! I warn you! Don't let me see you again, get out of here, now, right now!"

Although it was a little different from what was expected, at least the trip was not in vain, Feldlin pouted, then tapped the table twice or three times, and slowly turned and left.

"Hmph!" Wilson slowly stood up, kicked the expensive solid wood chair into a block of wood of different lengths, and whispered with unquenchable anger: "Da (the first book friend Ventimes character appears, scatter flowers!), you personally send the guy who heard our conversation 'on the road' for me, and as for his letters, help me pass them on to Andorra." ”

The statue of the paladin carved on the wall suddenly cracked, and a female paladin stood behind Wilson with a large two-handed sword as wide as a door panel in one hand, her helmet and visor wrapped around her entire head, and her face could not be seen clearly, and if it were not for the uneven and golden one-piece armor, it would not be clear whether it was for the gender.

The female paladin named Da stroked her chest with her left hand, nodded slightly, and disappeared in place as a golden holy light.

Wilson sneered and said to himself, "Legend? hum ......"

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