The moon of ice and snow has not yet dawned, and the cold of early winter is approaching, and many places on the mainland have just felt the change of seasons, and at this time, a shocking news has reached the ears of the high-level leaders of various countries. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Holy Empire has officially declared war on the Kingdom of Brut!

The halfling kingdom, Hobbit, which had been silent for a long time at about the same time, also waged war against the neighboring Dead Realm.

Well-informed people already know why these two kingdoms suddenly went to war, and the Holy Empire didn't even bother to recuperate after the war.

The fact that the Underworld launched a general attack on Des was no secret to the big shots, and they had thought about the possible consequences of this incident, but they were still a little surprised that the Holy Empire and the Hobbit Kingdom were so eager to fall into the ground.

Should we admire their decisiveness, or be shocked by their undisguised meanness?

Maybe both!

Because this is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

In Augustus, the Holy Empire, Edward III was having dinner with Donald in the Grand Commun, and for some reason, Edward III seemed to like the retro atmosphere of oil lamps, so instead of using those advanced magic lamps, the dining side hall was filled with a slightly dim firelight.

"Donald Deqing, the last time we dined here was three months ago. At that time, I didn't have the title of Emperor of the Holy Empire, and Richard was not dead...... "Edward III has not changed much compared to the past few months, whether it is temperament or demeanor, he is still so light and light, and the book is too heavy, and he is not as majestic as Old Man Donald, even if he becomes the supreme emperor of the Holy Empire.

Tonight's Edward III seemed a little nagging, or rather sad, but Donald was never impatient and silently listened to the listener.

"Donald, do you think I'm doing the right thing?" said Edward III at the end, but such a rare and confused majesty was what Donald would have liked to see. Because this is not a temptation or suspicion of him, it is just a trust in an old man.

It's not the emperor's mental technique, it's not the way of the emperor, just say it if you want to, and suddenly the idea comes out of your mouth.

Donald didn't know if after his death, there would be anyone who would be able to talk to His Majesty so relaxed, or rather, thinking of this, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but fade, and there was a hint of worry on his face.

"Your Majesty already has the answer in his heart, why bother asking me, an old man who is about to enter the ground. Donald put down his goblet and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, propping up his eyelids, which were becoming heavier and heavier, and his eyes were still clear and majestic.

"Your Majesty doesn't have to think about right and wrong, right and wrong can be judged by future generations, and we can't see or hear these things. As long as Your Majesty does not lose its way, the Empire will not be at the mercy of anyone. ”

"As a king, you can have no courage, no strategy, no talent, and no virtue, but you must not lose your goal. ”

"I know, you told me this when I was eighteen, I always knew it, but I couldn't do it, but now ......" Edward III gently shook his delicate goblet, and drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp, the red wine looked like blood, and little by little it slid over his slightly pale lips, and disappeared into his mouth.

"I think I'll create a future for Lilina. ”

Edward III was undoubtedly selfish because he was an emperor, but he was also great because he was a father.

......

In the wilderness three hundred miles away from Augustus, an ordinary carriage walked on a bumpy road, and the front room of the carriage was driven by a black-haired man with a grim face and indifferent eyes, it was Zero. And the handsome man sitting in the carriage looking at the starry sky outside through the window is naturally Prince Xiu.

Shunaida Shayat, the prince who is regarded as a little transparent, is left alone in the turbulent royal city to sit and watch the clouds roll in while the rest of the royal family members have fled to other countries for refuge. And when the Holy Empire was restored, and a group of royals hurried back to show their presence, he quietly took his guards and embarked on a journey.

No one knew where he was going, and no one cared where he was going.

The night gave Xiu black eyes, and he used them to look up at the stars. He looked at the endless night sky, and his mind was full of thoughts. The sky is high and vast, the stars are vast and mysterious, and when people look up at the starry sky, it is always easy to think of mysterious and great things, especially the gods.

Xiu is no exception, but his thinking circuit is fundamentally different from that of ordinary people, so the first sentence he blurted out was: "Zero, if you are asked to be a god, what priesthood do you like?"

Even in the face of such a ridiculous question, Zero was still indifferent, and his tone was even more unfluctuating: "I don't know, it's up to Your Highness to decide." ”

"How many times have you said it, tell me to fix it!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Xiu showed a helpless expression, and then continued to return to the topic just now, as soon as he asked, he knew that Zero would answer like this, so he thought for a while and said, "Why don't you give you a god of war priesthood, I think this is the most suitable priesthood for you." But ......"

An interesting smile suddenly appeared on Xiu's face, and he continued in a long voice: "However, I actually hope that you can be a kitchen god. ”

Even if he was as calm as zero, the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching, and he snorted twice, but finally chose to be silent.

Under the bright night sky, the carriage slowly drifted into the distance, not knowing where it leads.

Under the same starry sky, the walls of the city of Desne were full of traces of war, covered with huge gaps and depressions, and broken weapons, shattered armor, and dark red blood stains could be seen everywhere.

The battle, which lasted three days and two nights, ended in a crushing victory for Des's side, with less than 20,000 of the 120,000 underground men remaining to flee the battlefield, which is unimaginable elsewhere, and if it had not been for the death order from the commander, perhaps they would have fought to the last soldier.

In the face of such a fierce enemy, Des's side also paid a heavy price, people died every moment, and they used their lives to build a line of defense to meet the deadly onslaught of the underground people.

Wounds for injuries, life for life, this battle is fought to the end to see who pulls more pads before dying. Des's side won, because their soldiers were almost dead, and they pulled more pads than the underground, so they won.

Ha ha...... So...... And it won...... (To be continued.) )