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The current situation of the Donald family Augustus roughly understands that the old earl is too old, he can survive this winter, it is difficult to survive the next winter, and his heir has been lost in the field of magic for many years, even if under the guidance of little Terina, he successfully walked out when Augustus went to the imperial capital, but he still missed the golden age of learning after all, in just 1 year, it is impossible for Donald to train his heir into a helmsman who is suitable for leading the Donald family in all aspects, especially in the harsh environment of the wasteland, surrounded by wolves, even if he trusts Augustus, he will not fight his family idea, but he also knew very well that an ally who was gradually weakening and losing his usefulness might not be valued by Augustus as much as he was alive. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Besides, he knew better than many people the reality and cold-bloodedness of the young Earl Alfred.

The wasteland is different from the empire after all, and with extremely limited resources, which family has the ability to cultivate an entire sequence of heirs to compete and choose?

So no matter how you look at it, for the sake of his heir and his Donald, he has only this choice.

But the truth is this, how difficult is it to let a family at the helm, and who is still the leader of a first-line family in the wasteland, just give up the family he has worked for all his life?

Who would have the courage to make this decision?

Augustus didn't even think about whether the old count was sincere or tentative, he subconsciously refused.

But before he refused, the old earl quickly shook his head and sighed: "It is really a very rude act to refuse the entrustment of a dying old man - little Augustus, needless to say, I know my own body, while I still have a breath, my greatest wish is to be able to see you defeat your enemies and achieve the final victory before closing my eyes, as for the Saiyan City you built, I think it is difficult for me to have a chance to see it." ”

"I wish I could see the day when the wasteland was full of prosperity as you described. ”

The old earl closed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Augustus had a complicated expression, although he knew very well that he had no choice, he had long been tied to Alfred, and he had no way back, but in the context of Alfred's life hanging by a thread, he still made this decision calmly, or let Augustus feel like he felt that the old man in front of him was really not like the old fox who was always vague and shrewd in his impression.

No wonder he spoke to him today with such an abnormal attitude.

Augustus was grateful.

He has the soul of a past life, and he is not afraid of people's hearts, calculations, conspiracies, and conspiracy, but he has a deep understanding of this world, and he lacks a leader similar to his father's role, and today, Old Earl Donald has played this role very well, allowing him to truly touch this world again.

He was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I will try to let you see the day you want to see, and as for your Donald, I will find a suitable person from your house in the future and hand it over to him." ”

The old earl smiled weakly, waved his hand, and did not continue the subject.

It doesn't matter whether this is Augustus' promise or just his hypocritical acceptance.

He looked back at his old friend Anthony, who was sitting beside him, knocked on the chair where the latter was sitting with his cane, and said to Augustus: "Antony and I will go to appease the guests in your castle, and the study will be left to you, and I think you need a quiet environment to think about the next war, every aspect and every detail." ”

With that, he snatched his cane from Anthine in annoyance, but helped Anthony to the door of the study, not giving Augustus a chance to speak.

Augustus watched the old Count Donald leave.

The back image was as weak as before, with difficult steps and a rickety body.

......

Augustus quickly regained his thoughts, and at this time he really didn't have time to feel emotional.

The old earl has a good saying, if you can think about how bad things are, you must be prepared for the worse, he quickly analyzed Sebastian, a noble young master from the imperial capital, to be honest, he didn't know much about Sebastian, but he knew from Sophia that Austin Herman had two companions beside him, one was Sebastian, who had an impulsive and irritable personality, and the other was Levo, the heir of Castile, who was calm and wise, which could be called a perfect complement, and now, the enemy he had to face, in addition to Douglas, these two young masters also came together, so considering their personalities, combined with the fact that Sebastien's father died indirectly at the hands of Augustus, Augustus felt that they would not give him much time to prepare.

It is likely that as long as the convergence is completed, they will hardly have much rest and will attack Alfred.

He looked at the wasteland sand table in front of him, frowned and thought about it, then took out the topographic map of Alfred's territory, and firmly locked his eyes on the town of Green, which bordered Francis's territory.

What to do with their mighty Knights?

The scale of thousands of people, at least level 5 or above the strength of the fighting spirit, not to mention Alfred, even if all the knights in the wasteland are placed together, I am afraid they do not have the strength to fight head-on with such a knight order, even if Augustus vaguely remembers that in his previous life, he seems to have seen that he could deal with the knights with infantry lined up in a long spear phalanx, but the question is, the knights in this world and the knights he knew in his previous life are completely two different concepts, and the single strength directly crushes all his knights and infantry, what arrangement can he make?

He thought about it for a long time, and finally realized that he could not win from the battlefield, and he might not even be able to hold them back.

He had no choice but to abandon the study of the frontal battlefield.

Calling his knight captain Katieni, Augustus hesitated, but still pointed to the topographical map of Grimm Town and told Katieeni to arrange it according to his wishes.

Katieani frowned deeply, unable to hide his instinctive resistance and rejection.

......

In front of the Castle Francis, early in the morning, bathed in the early spring sun, the knights of thousands of people were assembled.

Because Earl Douglas has always suppressed his anger and tyranny during this time, young Master Sebastian can't wait to avenge his father, and Levor doesn't want to delay and cause long nights, the three of them almost met the night before, and they hit it off, and quickly reached a consensus to attack Alfred immediately, they were unwilling and would not give Alfred any respite and wait.

Sebastien had a black veil wrapped around his left arm, and the knights of Rodrien in front of him were just like him, the 500-strong knights were neatly arranged, looking particularly solemn.

And beside him, the Blood Wolf Knights led by Count Douglas himself, although the number is less than 500, but because the Douglas family is not in the imperial capital after all, the blood of the family is naturally full of blood and violence, and under the perennial battle, compared with Rodrian's Knights, the Blood Wolf Knights are more terrifying and bloodthirsty.

After that, there was Francis's Knights—no comparison.

But in spite of this, Count Francis, who stood at the end, was still excited and excited, remembering the disobedient servants whom Count Douglas had killed, and remembering the days not long ago when he was so frightened that he almost never dared to close his eyes and rest, he still puffed up his chest in front of his remnants of the Knights.

After a shallow taste of what it is like to be a human, he finally feels better about being a dog.

He narrowed his eyes and said politely, such a terrifying force is enough to level the entire wasteland, let alone an Alfred?

Sebastien was the first to speak.

The morning sun shone on his fiery red hair, and he raised his sword to his knight: "Blood feud!"

500 Rodrianian knights slammed the tail of their spears into the earth: "Blood feud!"

Earl Douglas looked at his knights with a fierce expression: "How can we make the sword in our hands sharp and eternal!"

"Blood!"

"Blood!"

"Blood!"

As neat as a person, three consecutive roars almost pierced the sky.

The Knights then marched out of Francis Castle, kicking up a cloud of smoke and attacking Alfred's territory.

......

At the same time, the town of Greene in Alfred's territory was also assembled.

Donald's Fire Fox, Viscount Constance, Fillers, Stephen, plus Viscount Franklin in Christopher's domain, provided a total of 500 knights, plus the 300-man knights of the Alfred family, in terms of quantity, the gap with their enemies is not large, but considering that in this 800-person knight order, only 200 people have reached level 5, it is enough to imagine how desperate this war is, it can be said that except for Old Count Donald and Augustus, almost no one will believe that they have any chance of victory。

Compared to the enemy's two elite and terrifying knights, their motley army is simply too pitiful and ridiculous.

Even though Donald and Augustus tried their best to give hope to Constance and others, the shadow of despair was always there.

This shadow, especially when Viscount Constance and the others saw the thick smoke and dust from a distance, came even more turbulent and suffocating.

The pale-faced Firmmos couldn't even restrain the trembling of his legs in the shaking of the earth, he cautiously looked at Augustus standing in front of them, lowered his head and whispered to Stephen, "I think...... Shall we go? Augustus also said last night that we can leave at any time. ”

Stephen smiled wryly, the same despair and the same misery: "Where are we going? The wasteland is so big, where can it accommodate us?"

Constance could barely maintain his composure, he stroked his elegant two beards with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "Pray......

War, shrouded in the wasteland.

......

...... (To be continued.) )

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