There is no father in the world who does not love his children.

On this point, Yifeng can be regarded as a little wronged by His Majesty the King.

In fact, when Yifeng received the letter, King Edward III also received a tip.

Almost immediately, he convened a military meeting to plan to aid his beloved daughter.

Edward III, the king of Atlanta for decades, was about sixty years old, with shaggy gray hair, a wrinkled forehead beneath a jeweled crown, and squinting eyes.

It would be a big mistake to think that he was deaf because of old age. His fingers tapped the dark golden throne again and again, and occasionally opened his eyelids, revealing two dazzling rays of light, realizing that even if this lion king was old, he was still the king of the lion pack.

In fact, he had the reputation of "King Lionheart" when he was young.

In this simple yet luxurious tent, the floor is covered with a thick carpet with delicate patterns, and on the wall hangs a huge military diagram with two crossed swords at one end and a shield with bauhinia carved on the other. In the middle is a long oak table with a square bar.

On both sides of the table were ministers and generals, who whispered and exchanged heads with a solemn look.

The old Lionheart held his chin full of messy short beards, as if he was napping.

A young officer of the guard stood beside him, reading Irabela's letter for help with a blank expression.

In the letter, Irabella and her mournful tone describe the embarrassment of her current army and the disrepair of the city's defenses, and assert that the responsibility of defending the land is the responsibility of every Atlantan, and that she and her warriors will not take a step back, even if they die in battle!

This letter, which is seven points of crying and three parts of coquettishness, and the voice of the letter soon caused an uproar.

The ministers and generals present here are clearly divided into two distinct camps. One side is anxious to send troops to save the beautiful princess, claiming that if the princess falls into the hands of the orcs, it will be a great shame for the whole of Atlanta! This is the opinion of the vast majority of the ministers.

On the other hand, the other side ridiculed each other, saying that the ministers did not understand military affairs, not to mention the thousands of miles away, not to mention the orcs they were currently facing, and it would take a long time to prepare for the troops. In short, in a word, the whip is beyond the reach of the whip. This was the attitude of the military, and the empty and high-profile proclamation of glory by the ministers must have made their claims more reasonable, and there was even a man who looked like a general, pointing at the map, and analyzing in detail the situation of the entire Toulon outpost.

When they quarrel, they chatter, blush, and thick-necked, even going so far as to fight. After a while, boots and gloves flew around. It's a landscape that is unique to Atlanta.

The only ones who did not say anything were the two princes who sat on the left and right sides of His Majesty's head.

The eldest prince was about thirty years old, with scattered blond hair parting from the center of his forehead to the sides, a broad forehead, and a pair of resolute eyes under thick black eyebrows. The beard on his face is trimmed very flat, revealing only black stubble, which looks a little more mature and steady.

His brow furrowed, staring closely at the various shoulders on the map, and his mouth was full of words, as if he was calculating something.

The young man in his twenties on the right-hand side is the opposite. A silky black hair is naturally tied behind the ears, leaving only a strand of hair flowing over the eyebrows and hanging down the cheeks. The sword eyebrows are straight, the face is white and beardless, and when he smiles, he reveals the small dimples on his cheeks. This is the second prince, Arthur.

He didn't speak, just smiled, nodded, and took in everyone's expressions one by one.

His Majesty the aged King seemed to be turning a blind eye to this state of scuffle, and did not stop it, except for the occasional glance of surprise from his open eyes, and then he fell asleep again.

But the battle soon escalated. Those who wield knives and guns will never be able to quarrel on this occasion. A red-faced and thick-necked general roared, threw out a heavyweight killing weapon, and knocked over the wine glass in front of His Majesty impartially.

Edward III coughed violently a few times, and could no longer hold back.

Because it was a footcloth, it seemed to have just been removed from this guy's feet, and the slightest hint of white air was bubbling white, and there was an inexplicable peculiar smell, which made everyone cover their noses.

"Shut up!"

The old king snorted softly, and the guard officer beside him pinched his nose and took away the stinky footcloth. Edward made his rounds with his eagle-like eyes, and the tent fell silent.

However, His Majesty the King did not blame anyone, but only set his seeking gaze on the thinking Great Prince.

"Adam, you've known the army for years!

The heroic prince did not shirk, got up, and said a word, breaking the earth.

"Your Majesty the Great Lionheart, my father, I am afraid that we should not be thinking about it now, whether we can save it or not. ”

He walked to the bottom of the map, took a thin stick from the guard, poked it at one point, and said word by word.

"It's about how to buy a second line of defense!"

"Nonsense!

Arthur, the personable second prince, did not show weakness and stood up.

"Huh!"

The eldest prince was noncommittal and sneered a few times.

"Second brother, when it comes to hexexes, I'm not as good as you. But when it comes to marching and fighting, then ......."

His short stick drew a few diagonal lines across the map.

"The intelligence is clear. The Toulon post was dilapidated and in disrepair, with insufficient troops. You see, the closest to Toulon is the Grand Duke of Peace. Let's not say that the Ping An Guild will not really rescue, and it will take three days to travel alone!"

At this point, he paused, intentionally or unintentionally, and glanced at Arthur with a smile.

Everyone in the world knows that the Grand Duke of Ping An is friendly with the second prince.

"Nonsense! The Grand Duke of Peace is the pillar of my Atlantan country, how can he not save him when he dies? I will write a letter when I go!"

"No, the second brother still listens to me first. What are you doing in such a hurry?"

The eldest prince waved his hand lightly and continued.

"The rest are even farther away! As for us, it is even more impossible to be in time! And the number of orcs in strength and combat power, everyone must know. Again, if the Toulon outpost is lost, then ......"

Beneath his stick, a thick arrow is indicated.

"Beyond the Rocky Mountains, a flat river, where we don't have enough troops!"

Everyone gasped.

Even the old king slammed to his feet, his mouth wide open.

Prince Arthur, who was blushing and thick-necked, was not to be outdone, and shot back.

"It can't be too absolute! This Toulon is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which means that it needs to be held for three days, and as soon as the reinforcements of the Grand Duke of Peace arrive, everything will be safe!"

"Hehe, it's easy to say! Let's not talk about hundreds of defenders against tens of thousands of orcs. Let's just talk about this reinforcement. Do you think the orcs are fools? The Grand Duke of Peace himself bears the pressure of facing the western front of the orc army, and once there is a move, the orcs will not intercept it?"

After the eldest prince said lightly, he returned to his seat and did not look at Arthur, and his disdain was self-evident.

"But don't forget! The military newspaper said that Ilabella had recruited a new strange person, and with an alchemy monster, three in and three out, he had already defeated several orc teams!"

Arthur, the second prince, argued strongly. It's just that the more you talk, the lower the voice.

Even he himself didn't believe that these hundreds of people could hold out for three days!

Finally, he stiffened his neck and said loudly.

"That's not going to be saved! That's your own sister!"

The old king glanced at Arthur meaningfully and nodded.

The eldest prince was also anxious, and blurted out a sentence.

"Father, the people of Toulon and the northwest are also your children!"

This sentence completely sealed the victory.

The old king seemed to have lost all his strength at once, and a tear rolled down, and he fell into the throne with a dejected ass, and waved his hand weakly.

"That's enough, don't say any more! Adam, I'll leave this matter to you! I'm tired, go down, all of you. Leave me alone for a while!"

It's not a good feeling to lose a beloved daughter, especially the one who can't do anything about it.

Everyone understood the old king's mood very well, and quietly said goodbye very interestingly.

Soon, the whole tent was empty.

"It's all my own children!"

The old king let out a long sigh, opened his eyes suddenly, and beckoned.

"Anthony, you are the person I trust the most. Tell me about it!"

A curtain behind Edward was opened, and in came a man in a black robe, his hands folded in his sleeves, standing silently behind the old king, expressionless.

"Great Lionheart, your faithful servant Anthony, dare not say it!"

"Don't dare to say anything!"

Edward suddenly became furious and swept the contents off the table.

"I'm old! The children are older, and each has his own ideas! Even you Anthony don't dare to tell the truth!

He took a few heavy sips, and Anthony hurriedly handed over a glass of wine and stroked the king's back a few times.

The old king drank a glass of wine, and a hint of flushing appeared on his face, and he finally calmed down.

"Forget it! I won't force you! However, you have to arrange for someone to carefully investigate who leaked Ilabella's whereabouts. I want to see, who doesn't even let go of his own sister?"

As he spoke, Edward's tone became high-pitched, playing with the wine bottle in his hand, and his eyes revealed a cold light.

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