Yes, Yifeng is sick!

Still very sick!

The elven clan's medicine can only keep him sleeping peacefully for a period of time, that's all, presumably because Yifeng's physique is not an elf after all.

He often fell into a coma, and rarely was awake. As a result, he spent most of his time asleep to the jolting of the carriage.

It stands to reason that such a seriously ill guest is not suitable for such a long march, but Meghan can't wait for a moment, and he can't do without Yifeng. Therefore, he had to send a carriage to escort him, and he had to make the carriage as comfortable as possible to express his apologies to Yifeng.

What really made Meghan decide to enter was not Calvin's stimulus, but the letters from the front, that is, the reports of the spies who disappeared.

Sometimes when he was sober, Luo Xiaoqi would read the latest military newspaper and other various news to Yifeng. Regarding the feats of these heroic characters, Yifeng learned from Luo Xiaoqi.

It is said that these bold masters, even more than a dozen people divided into arrays, divided into various cities, after a hard battle, successfully captured several big cities for Megan, opened the passage to the city of the moon, so it was warmly sought after by the elf girl, known as a new generation of heroes, and was greatly commended by Megan, and became a general.

Without thinking about it, Yifeng can know that the hard battle and Calvin's bloody battle are the same truth, but it is actually an empty city that has been taken without blood. Of course, no one will expose them at this time, the elves need heroes, and Meghan also needs to use them as an example.

On this day, Yifeng suddenly woke up from his slumber, but the carriage stopped again, and the joyful Luo Xiaoqi quietly rushed to Yifeng's carriage like a raccoon cat.

Yifeng smiled and nodded at her.

"What's the good news today? Which city has fallen without a fight!?"

These days, Yifeng has heard this kind of news more than once. It is nothing more than that after that big victory, Meghan's momentum has reached its peak, and every day the city announces that it will break away from the tyrannical rule of the elf king and join the coalition forces of the united front. There are also some Butlet's die-hard loyalists who refuse to open the door and surrender, but often Megan does not need to send a large army, only a small group of cavalry carrying the flag to walk around the city like a show of power, and the heads of these Bartlet city lords and generals will be cut off and thrown down by their subordinates. According to Meghan and others, it is Bartlet's long-term brutal rule that has lost the hearts of the people, and everywhere the king goes, everyone cheers, and the climax of the revolution is coming.

So much so that now the number of coalition troops has grown to 150,000. Of course, Calvin and Adele are in the majority. Meghan is quite reserved, not everyone will accept it, but Calvin is unscrupulous, just his way, the number of people has reached more than 70,000, God knows where he got the food to feed so many troops!

"How do you know!?"

Luo Xiaoqi proudly promoted the dozen papers in his hand, full of "My father is amazing." "A look of praise begging. These days, it has been her who has come to read these messages to Yifeng, and it has become Yifeng's only pastime.

"This time, it was Gloria City! The city lord took the initiative to open the door to welcome the arrival of the army, and made a bloody and tearful accusation against the oppression of the Elven King. My father was making a feast in the city to comfort them. ”

Luo Xiaoqi quickly glanced at the paper in his hand and replied loudly. These days, with the snowballing expansion of Meghan's army, Meghan's identity has inevitably changed, and there have been rumors in the army that Meghan is about to become a new generation of "elf king". Of course, this is because they have not heard the discussion of the other two armies, and it must be that Calvin must be the most vocal in Calvin's army. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Luo Xiaoqi calling Meghan his father.

Yifeng was slightly startled in his heart, and hurriedly asked.

"I've been in a coma for days! I'm in Glory City so soon!"

Yifeng was taken aback for a reason. Gloria City is the eastern gate of Moon City, and has always been the gateway to the imperial capital, and the surrender of Glory City means that the gate to Moon City is open to Megan.

"Plus today, it's exactly half a month!"

Irabella knows Yifeng's character best. These days, she has been carefully waiting for Yifeng. While answering Yifeng's question, she spread out a map and displayed it in front of Yifeng's eyes.

"It's been fifteen days!"

I don't know if Yifeng really lamented that he had been sick for fifteen days, or sighed that the situation had developed and changed, which was beyond his expectations. From the red flag planted on the map, it can be clearly seen that in just fifteen days, from the beginning of the three cities, seventeen of the thirty-six cities in the entire elven kingdom have officially fallen into Megan's rule. It can be said that the southeast is basically a red country. With the exception of the City of the Moon and the Butlet's henchman's sphere of influence in the northwest, the rest of the world has changed course. This situation cannot be described as good, it is simply devastating!

But the more this is the case, the more uneasy Yifeng's heart becomes.

The situation has collapsed to this point, why didn't the Elf King Bartlet react at all?

And where the hell did Alpha go!?

They actually watched and ignored it!?

As soon as he thought of this, the anxiety in Yifeng's heart became even worse.

"Is there news of the Elven King!?"

Luo Xiaowu glanced at the thing in her hand and shook her head.

Ilabella said with a look of disgust.

"You're sick like this, why do you care so much!"

Yifeng shook his head cautiously and motioned for Erabella to roll up the curtains.

"I'm almost ready!

And Irabella has nothing to say. She doesn't care about anything about the Elf King, and now she only has Yifeng in her eyes.

The sun was shining outside the window, and a fresh breath after the rain made Yifeng unconsciously breathe a few deep breaths of air. Passing by the window were groups of elven soldiers. Although their equipment and weapons are also varied, and the columns arranged are even more crooked, it is undeniable that they all have a vigorous vitality on their faces, which is a kind of longing for the future.

Of course, they also saw Yifeng, and they also pointed at Yifeng, and some bad remarks flew into Yifeng's ears.

"Look, who is that nobleman? How can there be such a luxurious carriage?

"Oh, that's the famous Yifeng! He's rumored to be a master tactician, but it's actually an embroidered pillow. It is said that Her Majesty Meghan promised him the seven princesses and the ninth princess. What a flower on cow dung!"

"Oh, it's him!, the one who said we should be cautious about our situation!?"

.......

For such remarks, Irabella was very angry, and she angrily vented her dissatisfaction to Luo Xiaoqi.

"Listen! Do you have that in mind? That's just right, give way early. Look, Yifeng is sick like this for you, and you are embarrassed to talk about him?"

Luo Xiaoqi's face was red suddenly, and he said.

"I didn't mean that! I still like Brother Yifeng very much!"

Yifeng waved his hand slightly, stopping Irabela's further rebuke, and said with a long sigh.

"It's not that I'm sick. It's everyone who is sick! One elf king makes everyone sick. (To be continued.) )