Even the dragoons had lost most of their combat effectiveness after being directly hit by muskets, but the reaction of these guys seemed to have stimulated the beastly nature in their bodies, and before Ling Xuan could come back to his senses, those people rushed straight over with more and more speed.

The mandala crossed Ling Xuan and directly met him, the dragon knife slashed through, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the first few enemy soldiers were immediately broken into two and fell to the ground. I have to secretly rejoice, it is really Ling Xuan's blessing to be able to collect the person of Mandala, looking at his ability, it is indeed not inferior to the dragon knight, if he is serious, where can the dozen or so people who follow Ling Xuan's side be enough.

At this time, Ling Xuan found that the purple-robed mage was surrounded by the guards and fled quickly.

"Stop those guys!" Ling Xuan shouted, drew his scimitar and chased after him, the musketeer who had reloaded his ammunition hurriedly fired a second shot, and after a loud bang, several of the broken enemies fell to the ground. The surrounding dragoons only came to their senses at this time, drew their dragon swords, and chased after them. Most of the dozens of people guarding the purple-robed mage were also divided, bravely blocking the pursuers.

Ling Xuan looked at it for a moment, then suddenly turned to the other side, and directly followed the path and chased after the few people who had escaped......

"Ahh

Swinging the knife to block the first person, and then gently approaching the side, the moment that person stumbled and fell, he quickly swung the knife, blood splattered, and before it could splash on Ling Xuan's body, he swung the knife again, slashing into the throat of the other person. Seeing that person's pupils turned white, Ling Xuan slowly withdrew his scimitar, and the corpse slowly collapsed in front of Ling Xuan, exposing the three people behind him to Ling Xuan's sight.

Barely feeling their fear, after a moment of silence, Qi shouted and pounced on Ling Xuan at the same time.

Desperately injured, he directly blocked a war knife with his left hand, endured the heart-piercing pain from there, slashed the nearest person with a knife, and then turned the blade and stabbed into the stomach of the person who pounced on him from behind. Feeling a stream of hot blood spurting onto his back, he didn't hesitate, drew out his scimitar, and after sweeping most of the arc, slashed at the neck of the last man.

The three bodies fell at the same time, and the dull sound was heard for a long time.

In the end, only the purple-robed mage remained.

"He really deserves to be the commander of the Wandering Corps, and he can kill Ling Xuan's five subordinates in such a short period of time. With that yin and yang strange voice, the purple-robed mage ripped off his cloak and showed his face. It was no different from the old wizard in his impression, the only difference was that his face was even more gray, like the face of a dead man.

Ling Xuan ignored him, tore off his shirt, bandaged the wound, and then shook off the blood beads on the scimitar, looking directly at him, the shouts in the distance gradually drifted closer, and soon they would reach this place: "Surrender, maybe you can save your life." ”

The purple-robed mage suddenly laughed, and then opened his hands: "Lost, return to the call of the god of nothingness and dedicate your soul......"

"At this time, there is still a mind to recite the scriptures...... Ling Xuan shook his head, no longer wanting to do any persuasion, after stabilizing his spirit for a while, he let out a low snort and pounced, before Ling Xuan could swing his sword, the figure of the purple-robed mage seemed to evaporate, disappearing in front of Ling Xuan's eyes out of thin air.

After stumbling, after losing strength and taking a few steps, Ling Xuan hurriedly stabilized his figure, turned around sharply and swung his knife, it was empty, and the cold feeling crept into his heart for the first time.

“...... Lost, struggling only increases the pain......" The ethereal voice reached Ling Xuan's ears again, and it was almost impossible to discern its direction, and after slashing around continuously, Ling Xuan suddenly gave up throwing the knife and sat on the ground, then closed his eyes. There was a quiet silence all around, and a few birds could be heard.

The sound was intermittent, as if it was pulling Ling Xuan's spirit into an unknown void, and when even the soul felt like it was detached from the body, a tingling pain came.

Looking at the purple-robed mage up close for the first time, his face was a little distorted, even a little hideous, holding a stabbing sword in his hand, blood dripping from Ling Xuan's chest, "It's a pity, Ling Xuan's heart is not in this place. Spit out such a sentence from his mouth, the hand that had already held the scimitar was raised violently, and there was a sharp howl like a night owl, and the purple-robed mage flew out upside down, sprinkling blood flowers in the air.

Struggling to stand up, Ling Xuan slowly moved to the purple-robed mage while holding his chest, and saw him lying on the ground twisted, his blood slowly seeping out, staining the originally green earth.

"It's finally over. "I thought in a low voice, the battle in the north should come to an end here, Ling Xuan is really tired, if possible, just get a good night's sleep, and then play in the sun with Alize, I really haven't enjoyed this kind of happiness for a long time.

After coughing softly, Ling Xuan turned around and staggered outward.

On July 9, 1354 in the royal calendar, the final chaos came to an end, but the shadow of the purple-robed mage could no longer be cleared up in Ling Xuan's mind, and in the future, he would encounter these people again. When the time comes, it is not known what will happen.

This is the path Ling Xuan has chosen, a path of no return full of danger and killing......

On July 11, 1354, about 200 dragoons returned to Tjegunvol and came under the command of Ling Xuan.

According to the statistics of the time, Wyton Noll made a full million gold coins in a year in terms of border trade taxes and fees, and thousands of people who became rich overnight through investment in this trade route were in Wyton Noor. Those high-ranking officials and nobles have reaped countless benefits, nominal investment, power participation, etc., which have multiplied their assets several times out of thin air.

For a while, the government and the opposition had a good impression of the Wandering Corps and Landinovia day by day, and the titles of "Wyton Noor's closest ally", "Forever Brother", "Best Neighbor" and so on floated to Ling Xuan's head like snowflakes, and even last year, the Wyton Noll was still the number one wanted by Whiton Noll, and Ling Xuan's forehead was even printed with a reward of 100,000 gold coins.

On the other hand, the news that Ling Xuan had regained possession of the dragoons reached the court of Wyton Noll early, and Crusoe made a quick decision after judging the situation. The Second Army wandered around the cloister and, after releasing the salute symbolic of friendship, turned south and arranged in the direction of the Golden Hill Ardennes, and seemed to have developed a keen interest in El Fasier in the south.

On the 19th, a piece of news passed through many checkpoints and was sent to Ling Xuan's table.

"The third prince is overwhelmed, and the second prince is retreating. There are sixteen words in total, but the meaning has been made clear, but the meaning outside the literal can only be known through more information.

"On the 11th, the third prince, Brasir, had already conquered the northern town of Delajie, and his army was basically composed of servants, who, after being promised freedom, were so brave that they could even fight against the people of the northern death row. At this rate, it will take less than a month for the war in El Fasir to end. ”

Melchior analyzed the current situation, the facts have exceeded Ling Xuan's original expectations, he didn't expect that the power of the servants was so huge, according to this trend, the northern migration route arranged by Ling Xuan might be abandoned, of course, as long as it was beneficial to the servants, it would be worth the hard work.

"I'm afraid it's difficult, once the war in El Fasier is over, it will be necessary to go south to regain control of the Travino area, and when the time comes, the trade routes to the south will be reopened. With too many interests on the northern trade routes, of course there will be people who are unwilling to open another trade route to divide the gold, and they will definitely respond appropriately. De Cos stroked his beard and spoke his opinion.

It never occurred to him that the opening of trade routes to the north would be of such use, and if so, it would be difficult for Whiton Noel to ensure that he would not go south, and perhaps at the request of the government and the opposition, he would have joined the war in the name of the aid army. As long as this state of affairs can be maintained, it will continue to absorb profits from the northern trade routes. This kind of interest relationship that makes people vomit when they think about it, but it was led by Ling Xuan, and now Ling Xuan doesn't feel like a hero who saves the country, but more like a demon who wantonly develops the war in an unrestricted direction. And they also want to reap their own benefits from the ugliness of dragging a country into battle.

"Is it really necessary to do this?" sometimes Ling Xuan had to ask himself.

"But in this case, Ling Xuan will get a rare time to recuperate, as long as there are three months, Ling Xuan can form a musket team of three hundred people, plus the troops of Tegunvol, Ling Xuan is fully capable of going south before the cold winter comes, as long as they control one or two cities, Ling Xuan can pull out the princess's banner and call on more people to join Ling Xuan's troops with loyalty. If it goes well, at the beginning of spring next year, Ling Xuan will be able to step into the Holy City of Yarufasir!"

Melchior, Tatum...... These former Yarufasil soldiers couldn't help but burst into tears, it was really a long wait, and finally this hope was finally delivered.

"But everyone still has to pay more attention, in case they go south, Ling Xuan will be subject to both the pressure of the north and the south, how to alleviate it when the time comes, it will be a big problem for Ling Xuan. Ling Xuan still had to remind the officers that they had too much hope and couldn't fight the battle in the back.

"Yes!"

"From now on, it is Ling Xuan's precious time, all troops will step up their rest, and if necessary, expand their troops. Strategist, try to send people to the south, Ling Xuan thinks that there are still many people there who are willing to go north, come to Tegunvor or Landinovia. ”

"It's easy. Decos smiled and nodded.

"Also, if Whiton Noor does go south, the Third Prince's forces may not be able to withstand so many enemies, and it is very likely that they will be defeated...... At that time, the servants who assisted the third prince would definitely be killed, and if this happened, Ling Xuan hoped to use all possible forces to try his best to help the servants escape. Ling Xuan waved his hand and gave the last order, and after the officers in the venue looked at each other for a while, they all nodded in unison, this kind of thing has a somewhat compensatory flavor, although everyone here knows how weak this compensation is.

"Your Excellency—" Just as the meeting was about to end, one of the guards knelt outside the door and shouted.

Ling Xuan stood up, and now when he saw this kind of person, his heart felt weak for a while, God knows what was going to happen: "Something happened!"

The guard took a few steps forward and handed over a letterhead with a big red cover, Ling Xuan tore open the seal, revealing a note from inside: "

On August 8, 1354, the new king of Landinovia officially ascended the throne, and he hoped that the virtuous brother would be ready to attend at that time. ”

Passing the note to De Cos next to him, Ling Xuan smiled: "If there is nothing to do, try to go to Landinovia, the military department will make a few beautiful dresses, and there will be a few decent honor guards." How to make Alez's enthronement ceremony lively, but also to show the face of Ling Xuan's wandering army in front of the envoys of various countries. ”

"Haha-" There was a burst of laughter in the council room, and the officers got up one after another, saluted Ling Xuan, and left.

"It's really hard, and I have to hide my feelings at this time. De Cos didn't leave, and gently placed the paper on the table.

Ling Xuan picked it up again, pressed it close to Ling Xuan's chest, and his voice choked up: "I'm sorry, Alize......"

On August 8, she will officially become the symbol of Landinovia, and at that time, it will also be the day of her loss of freedom. The only thing that could be done to remedy her was to kneel in front of her and bow to her. But what does this mean to a seven- or eight-year-old child?

"Ling Xuan wants to end this war, and then let the Landinovians choose their own rulers. Putting down the note, Ling Xuan suddenly said to Decos, at this moment, Ling Xuan's heart was full of determination.

De Cos seemed to be a little surprised, and after looking at Ling Xuan for a long time, he suddenly laughed: "Haha, good ambition, letting the people choose the ruler is really an idea that makes the nobles resentful, but what if Landinovia chooses you? Do you do it or not?"

I had never thought about being a ruler by myself, and when De Cos asked about this, Ling Xuan was stunned: "Ling Xuan is coming to be a ruler?" is impossible, Ling Xuan is just a warrior, but there are naturally excellent politicians to guide them, Ling Xuan's ideal is not here." ”

"Hehe, the world is unpredictable, the world is unpredictable. De Cos shook his head and muttered as he stood up with his hands behind his back, and then slowly walked out of the hall, and the whole room was empty except Ling Xuan. Ling Xuan sat back on the stool weakly and muttered, "Could it be that Ling Xuan is also going to be conscious?"

July of 1354 in the royal calendar was really a changeable month, and everything in the future made people feel even more unpredictable at this time, the turmoil on the mainland had fallen into an uncontrollable situation, and the collapse of people's hearts had more or less affected Ling Xuan.

Should he continue to carry the banner south to recover Yaruffasir, or should he establish his own ideal country in the north, and where should the road go in the future? For the first time, doubts arose in Ling Xuan's heart......

The days passed, and soon the clock was set on August 8th.

On this day, the summer sun shines unusually warmly on the earth, and the streets and alleys are hung with red lanterns symbolizing festivals, and a cheerful atmosphere envelops the sky over Landinovia.

"Tut-" The trombonist standing at the head of the city blew the sound of the beginning of the celebration, and then a large carpet was lowered at the head of the city, embroidered with the national emblem of Landinovia, and the paper flowers were scattered, and pieces floated to Ling Xuan's head.

"Hooray!" the people on both sides of the street waved their hands excitedly and let out a cheerful shout.

The Wandering Corps entered the city.

First of all were the 100-man standard-bearers, holding all kinds of battle flags, which were very colorful and beautiful, followed by a 200-man infantry team and a 200-man spear team...... Lined up in a neat formation, they marched through the central square with powerful steps, and the climax of the ceremony came when fifty dragoons in blue armor and fifty musketeers in gray uniforms appeared in the field of vision.

"Look, it's Ling Xuan's dragoons, Ling Xuan's musketeers!"

"It's really mighty, relying on them alone, Ling Xuan's banner can be planted all over the continent. ”

"Long live Landinovia, long live the Wandering Corps, long live Lord Fap!"

......

De Cos responded to the people's shouts more enthusiastically than Ling Xuan, watching him wave his arms frequently, Ling Xuan actually had the illusion that this old gentleman would not wave his hand off. "Hey, Fap, don't make a good impression on the people, don't let them feel that you are cold as a piece of wood, and no one likes you who lacks affinity. Taking advantage of the gap, Decos suddenly said to Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly squeezed out a smile, looked at the people on both sides with a strange brightness, and then waved his hand. The response below was even more violent, interspersed with the screams of one or two female voices. In this way, in the midst of warm cheers, Ling Xuan and the others came to the main venue where the coronation ceremony was held, where Brother Rusu had already greeted Ling Xuan with a smile on his face.

"Brother Rusu!" Ling Xuan turned over and dismounted, took a few steps forward, and hugged him.

After patting Ling Xuan on the back, Ru Su said softly, "The second prince of Elfarsir, the envoy of the third prince, Wyton Noor, Sadden Ayr, and Blacknoll...... Almost all the forces have sent people. When the time comes, they need to show them the strength of Ling Xuan, which is good for Ling Xuan. ”

Ling Xuan nodded, straightened his uniform again, and then followed Rusu into the venue.

Even if he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Ling Xuan was still taken aback when he saw the scene in the venue, there were hundreds of people crowded in the small place, wearing high-end dresses from various countries, and there were more than a dozen women in the middle of it. The rich smell of perfume and the equally strong body odor were mixed together, and Ling Xuan, who smoked it, was a little dizzy.

"This is the envoy of Wytonnor, Your Excellency Viscount Klativo...... This is Blacknoll's envoy, Baron Ola Dack...... This is ......"

Under Lu Su's introduction, Ling Xuan tried his best to maintain gentleness, shaking hands with the envoys one by one, and almost all expressions could be seen on their faces, from contempt, to hatred, to flattery...... However, the cultivation of everyone here is first-class, even if it is clear that it is the opponent's Blakenoll envoy, he can squeeze a little smile from his face and make an expression that is more ugly than crying.

In the greetings one after another, Ling Xuan soon ushered in the time of his official accession to the throne.

"The auspicious time has come!" the master of ceremonies shouted in a slightly sharp voice, and the originally noisy venue suddenly fell silent, and everyone gave way to the central red carpet avenue and set their eyes on the gate.

The door opened, and several acolytes walked in the front with ceremonial staffs, followed by the guards in the back, all tall warriors in silver armor, holding in their hands the special axes and spears of the honor guard representing the authority of the royal family, and after stepping on almost mechanical steps, turned left and right, separating the middle avenue from the guests, at this time, Alize, dressed in a gorgeous dress, accompanied by several handmaidens, entered the venue.

Today's Alice looks much more beautiful than before, although she lacks the dignity of being a king, but she brings out a natural innocence in the flow of her eyes, and her pink face looks like she is about to burst, which makes people feel even more pity.

Ling Xuan's heart twitched, with a hint of guilt, he knelt on one knee, and then lowered his head, this was regarded as a courtesy of the king, and it also showed the recognition of the Wandering Legion to the monarch of Alize. The officers behind him knelt down one after another, and a solemn atmosphere emerged at this moment. The envoys of various countries who participated in the ceremony were at a loss for a moment, some knelt down, and some were still standing there. It wasn't until the High Priest, who symbolized the messenger of the gods, walked into the hall accompanied by countless monks that the rest slowly lowered their bodies.

"In the name of the above God, you are given the right to rule over the people of God, and in the name of God, you are recognized as the spokesman of God;

In the name of God, you are given an inviolable status. The High Priest's voice sounded like a song, and in a melodious tone, he placed the crown of the monarch of Landinovia on the nine-year-old head.

The crown was too big and a bit heavy, and Alize shook her head a little before throwing it off. The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became awkward, and at this time, Brother Rusu stood up: "Lady Alize is still young, I hope that before she becomes an adult, there will be someone who can assist her, in the name of the gods, Ling Xuan thinks that the high priest can bless another person." ”

"According to the code, it is indeed possible, but this person must be recommended by everyone and get the echo of the nine days. ”

Russell bowed, then strode to the door, where the guards pushed open the door and let in the commotion outside. Thousands of people stood outside, and at the front were soldiers in armor, bright weapons glistening in the sun.

"The rise and fall of Landinovia is now up to you, and the guardians who assist the monarch of the Alice Kingdom will be recommended by you, please use your voice to convey hope to the gods, and shout loudly!" Russell opened his arms, and after taking a deep breath, he shouted fiercely: "Ling Xuan, Russo, recommend the first dragon general of the Legon Wall and the commander of the Wandering Corps to be the guardian of Ling Xuan!"

After a moment of silence, the warriors first raised their weapons: "Lord Fap!"

"Fapu guards Ling Xuan!"

"Faph-Prussian ......"

The voice spread farther and farther, countless people raised their hands, blushed and shouted Ling Xuan's name loudly, the officers around Ling Xuan stood up one after another, clapping their hands vigorously, and the atmosphere in the venue reached its peak at this time. On the contrary, Ling Xuan, who was in the very center, had a feeling of dizziness, this Ling Xuan didn't know in advance, and in a hurry, Ling Xuan stood up a little dazed.

Russell stepped forward and grabbed Ling Xuan's hand and led Ling Xuan to Alice. As soon as Alize saw Ling Xuan, her face shone with excitement, and after opening her hands, she said, "Uncle Fap!" At this moment, Ling Xuan couldn't control his feelings and took her into his arms.

"Lady Alize has also recognized her guardian!" Russell shouted, the applause in the audience was even stronger, a priest's staff was gently placed on Ling Xuan's shoulder, and a voice came into Ling Xuan's ears a little erratically: "In the name of the gods, I give you the right to guard the Marquis of Landinovia, and in the name of the gods, give you the full power to speak for the gods......

On August 8th, in a series of celebrations, the whole process of handing over the rights of Landinovia to Ling Xuan was completed, and the curse against Ling Xuan sounded in all the dark corners of the continent: "...... This villain who has stolen two countries, the demon spokesman who wants to destroy the entire Holy Land, must die a good death!"

And the record in the history books is: "...... On August 8th, Fap officially became the Protector of Landinovia, which in a sense, the century-old Landinovia came to an end on that day......"

A few days later, the bounty engraved on Ling Xuan's forehead was increased by another zero, reaching a record of one million gold coins, although it was an unknown killer association who issued this wanted notice, but the fools all knew how many countries stood behind this union, and a considerable part of them, their envoys were still squeezing a false smile in front of Ling Xuan......

"I didn't expect Ling Xuan's head to be so valuable. Holding the yellowed wanted warrant, Ling Xuan smiled bitterly, kneeling in front of Ling Xuan was a teenager under fifteen, who looked younger than Yani due to stunted growth. However, this young man, after Ling Xuan had entertained those Holy Kingdom ministers this morning, ambushed Ling Xuan on the road, and the weapon he used was nothing more than a rusty dagger. From him, this wanted warrant was found, and it also made Ling Xuan clear how much he was worth.

"Why did you kill Ling Xuan?" Although he already knew the answer, Ling Xuan couldn't help but ask.

The young man straightened his head and neck, and said loudly: "As long as I kill you, I can have a million, and I can buy a lot of food, and Ling Xuan's village will be saved!"

"Oh-" With a little interest, Ling Xuan took a closer look at the little assassin in front of him, with Travino-style yellow hair, dark blue eyes, because he was too thin, he was very skinny, and a pair of big eyes were also deeply sunken into his sockets. But there is still a little naivety on his face, and he belongs to the kind of child who doesn't even know what the concept of a million is.

"Where is your village?"

"Ling Xuan won't say it, you will definitely send someone to wash Ling Xuan's village in blood!" the young man shook his head desperately, with a resolute expression.

"Then let Ling Xuan know your name. ”

The young man raised his head and said with a little pride, "Ling Xuan's name is Faris Lale. ”

The surname of Southern Travino, with this name, can definitely trace his village, and the boy has no idea that his words have exposed his village, and there is still a little pride on his face. However, Ling Xuan was not interested in revenge at all, he was just chilling in his heart, if a village needed to find opportunities for minors, then the living conditions there were unimaginably bad. The war has begun to have devastating consequences, and if they are not cleaned up, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Yani!" Ling Xuan shouted, today should be his turn for Ling Xuan's safety, after giving a loud response, Yani stood in front of Ling Xuan. That Faris looked at Arni with interest, obviously fascinated by the shining yellow armor on his body, "Take good care of him, besides, this person is a dangerous person, don't give him a chance to hurt you." ”

Arni saluted, then turned to Faris, "Come with Ling Xuan." ”

Ling Xuan only saw Faris's eyes roll, as if he had made a decision, and a smile appeared on his face. It must have been the idea of wanting to hit Yani, but he was about to be disappointed, Yanni knew very well what Ling Xuan was capable of, it would definitely not be difficult to deal with this little child, after the two of them disappeared, Ling Xuan pulled the bell, and a few minutes later, Melchior appeared in front of Ling Xuan.

"Is the situation in the south bad?" Ling Xuan asked.

After a moment of silence, Melchior nodded: "Most of last year's grain and grass were requisitioned to the army, and in order to suppress the rebellious Travinos, the Orthodox Kingdom Army mobilized tens of thousands of troops, and most of the men in the special villages were killed. This year's spring planting has been greatly affected, and famine has already occurred in many villages. ”

"Why didn't you tell Ling Xuan!"

"This kind of thing...... The military advisor means that now is not the opportunity to go south at all, in case you tell you about this phenomenon, I am afraid that you will ...... again So there is no complaint for the time being. Melchior didn't look Ling Xuan in the eye, he just muttered.

Of course, Ling Xuan knew that De Cos's original intentions were very good, but for his own selfish interests, he could not see death without help, and let the people in the south live in dire straits. However, Ling Xuan also knew very well that once the military strength of the Wandering Corps went south, he was afraid that he would be wiped out before he could even find a place to stand.

"However, hasn't Ling Xuan already opened the border pass in the south, why are there still so many people still guarding the abandoned land?"

"Well, no one will leave their land unless absolutely necessary. What's more, the Orthodox Kingdom Army has recently shown signs of assembling in the south, and if it weren't for the stalemate with the rebel army in the eastern region of Travino, it is very likely that Ling Xuan's army would have begun to move north before it went south. As soon as Melchior said this, he showed regret.

Ling Xuan stared at him for a long time and sighed, "How much did Decos and you hide from Ling Xuan. ”

Melchior straightened up and replied loudly, "My lord, Ling Xuan will not do anything to be sorry for you. I really think you've been working too hard lately, and there are some things that really don't need to alarm you......"

Ling Xuan was speechless for a while, of course he couldn't blame them for this kind of thing, so he had to say in as calm a tone as possible: "Melchior, if Ling Xuan is tired of lying down, Decos will take it......; Find your own successor, it's still worth exchanging Ling Xuan's hard work for victory. ”

Melchior looked at Ling Xuan and suddenly knelt on the ground: "My lord, Ling Xuan knows what to do. I hope that you will forgive me for concealing the previous concealment. ”

"Okay, Ling Xuan's enemies are outside, not here, there's no need to be so nervous. And ......" Before Ling Xuan could remember what to say next, a quick bird flew in from the window with fluttering wings and landed on Melchior's shoulder.

Melchior took the note from the foot of the courier bird, and after quickly scanning it to the side, his face changed greatly, and without many words, he directly handed the piece of paper to Ling Xuan's hand, only to see a few words written on it: "Wyton Noor...... ...... south"

Ling Xuan raised his head, looked straight at Melchior, and then slipped a sentence from his mouth: "It's so fast......"

On August 13, the army of Whitunor moved south, and the vanguard was the 1st 2nd Army of Shernov, followed by the headquarters of the 2nd Army, the 1st Army, the 1st Logistics Army, and the temporarily conscripted troops, totaling 30,000 men, and a silver torrent dozens of miles long. After crossing the Golden Mountain Ardennes, he joined up with the troops of the Second Prince in the north.

The battle situation of Elfarsir completely changed at this moment, and the war on the continent seemed to be more chaotic, and the days to come were covered with a thick layer of black...... On August 17, 1354, the first dragon general of the Tjegunvol Mansion "The messenger of Wyton Noor?" Ling Xuan stood in the corridor and looked at the soldiers kneeling under the corridor.

"Yes, I have the approval of the royal family of Wyton Noor, saying that there is an important matter to meet with the adults. The soldier raised his head and replied loudly.

"The people of Wyton Noor, what are you doing now?" Ling Xuan glanced at the sky outside, the summer sun was shining brightly on the ground, and there was a feeling of white whirring all around, and a courtyard willow in the distance was hanging on its branches, everything made people sleepy. At this time, the messenger of Wyton Noll came here, bringing a little strangeness, "Let's go and see it first." After tidying up his wrinkled clothes, Ling Xuan strode towards the room that his soldiers were pointing to.

The room was in the deepest part of the house, a small self-contained attic that looked like one of those places to discuss private matters.

There was no decoration around the small attic, not even a single grass was carefully plucked. More than a dozen pro-soldiers were scattered around, and their faces were guarded, showing that this meeting was extraordinary.

When Ling Xuan stepped into the room, he found that most of the officers were inside, sitting on both sides with a serious face, and in the center, there was a person wearing the white uniform of the royal family of Whitunnor. After walking in front of him, Ling Xuan sat down cross-legged and looked at him carefully. It was a man in his forties, neatly dressed, with a gentle smile on his face, and he looked like a diplomat.

"Are you ......" made an expression that didn't know who he was, and Ling Xuan looked into his eyes.

The man's eyes showed kindness, and after taking a package from his body, he handed it to Ling Xuan: "Below is the diplomat of the Royal Family of Wyton Noor, Gordon Wyton, who only represents His Majesty the King to convey Ling Xuanfang's kindness. ”

Gordon Wyton, one of the many royal armors of Wyton Knoor, and the only one of the royal families who gave up his identity to become a diplomat, was judged by others to be a madman, but now it seems that he is definitely a respectable and excellent diplomat.

Ling Xuan took the package handed over by Gordon and slowly opened it, a dazzling light shot out from it.

"Ah-" There was an exclamation all around, it was dozens of big pearls, all round and shiny, and they were priceless treasures at a glance, "This is the twenty-six North Sea Dou Beads secretly stored by the royal family of Wyton Noor, symbolizing the twenty-six states of Wyton Noor, and it is the embodiment of the authority of the royal family." Gordon smiled and explained the origin of these pearls, which was more symbolic than their ornate appearance.

"Since that's the case, why did you send it to Ling Xuan?"

Gordon's face was full of smiles: "Because Whiton Noor wants to form a brotherly state with the two countries of Landinovia and Tegunvor. ”

Ling Xuan suddenly felt a kind of flattered, how could it be said that a few months ago, Ling Xuan was still a subordinate of Wyton Noor, and he still had to pay tribute to them, in the blink of an eye, their envoy took the initiative to come to the door, saying that they wanted to form a brotherly state with Ling Xuan. The changes are so fast and surprising that it really makes people feel like they are in a dream.

Gordon took a few steps and said softly, "Of course, Whitunor will give up his suzerainty over Landinovia and instead recognize Tegunwall's suzerainty over him, and the tribute that Landinovia has already paid, Ling Xuan will return it to your country as soon as possible." ”

The conditions became more and more favorable, Ling Xuan did not make a sound, and waited to see what else this diplomat had to say.

"Listing such lucrative conditions, wouldn't it be just to reach an alliance agreement with Ling Xuan. Melchior, who was on the side, said in a deep voice.

"Of course, Ling Xuan will not be so superficial, the alliance agreement can't prove anything in the current troubled times......" Gordon straightened his upper body and said loudly, the face of the person next to him had an expression that was really like this, and before Ling Xuan could answer, he continued in a louder voice, "Ling Xuan wants to marry your country and marry His Majesty the Holy King's beloved daughter to His Excellency Fapu. When the time comes, you and Ling Xuan will be truly brotherly countries. If possible, the heirs of His Excellency Fapp will be able to carry on the legacy of Wytonnorr and truly unite the two countries. ”

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Ling Xuan, who was shocked, opened his mouth wide, couldn't close it for a while, and only said after a long time: "You mean political marriage." ”

"Where, Your Excellency is serious. Gordon smiled.

Ling Xuan looked around, the faces of the officers could not hide their surprise, and after a moment of silence, De Cos broke the silence in the field:

"Lord Gordon, this matter is related to the future of Ling Xuanguo, it needs to be carefully considered, I hope you will rest in the pavilion for two days temporarily, and when there is a decision, Ling Xuan will definitely inform you. ”

Gordon shook his head, then bowed back, and all that was left in the room was the glow of the twenty-six pearls and the slightly suppressed breathing.

After a brief silence, Decos sighed and said, "It seems that Whiton Noor has made up his mind to annex Elfasir. ”

"You're saying that Whiton Noll may move south with the whole country's forces. Ling Xuan frowned.

"It's possible, the current situation in El Fasil is like two children fighting over a piece of bread, and it was seen by the hungry adult Whiton Norr, hehe, if it were Ling Xuan, he would also go and grab that big cake. "But there's one more thing for the grown-in-a-man to worry about, for he's roasting a bird, but there's a stray dog behind him, and if the dog eats the bird while he's gone, it's a bit of a loss." ”

"That dog doesn't mean the Wandering Corps. ”

De Cos didn't pay attention to it, but continued: "The adult has two choices, either he will take the bird and grab it, or he will throw a bone that he can't eat to the stray dog, and obviously the adult chose the latter. ”