The sun sets, the sun rises - when the morning light of the next day illuminates the entire ancient mountain range of the Iron Cliff Mountain, it is still the flaming goshawk banner of the Markaeus family that flutters on the summit of the Eagle Fall Mountain.

Not only that, but under the hunting heraldic banner, a stone tablet was erected - although the stone was very rough, and the words on it were carved with axes and short swords, there was no beauty at all, and there was no poetic feeling, only a faint sense of arrogance and triumph.

The Great Wolf Chief Asriel, the most powerful king of the Vast Lands, is buried here - just one line of words would have allowed this stele to stand for hundreds, if not thousands of years, and perhaps when the Kingdom of Turin was shattered and the entire Vast Lands were turned upside down, it would still be able to stand here steadily.

Perhaps it was to show off his exploits, or perhaps it was just to fulfill a promise - more likely, it was both, and in the evening when the battle was about to end, the little prince Anson and a dozen royal knights carved this stone tablet here with their own hands, and placed it very deliberately under the flaming goshawk banner, the meaning of which is naturally self-evident.

On the other hand, neither Edward nor Green Turn, nor all the generals and knights of the entire Hantu City legion, had any intention of stopping His Royal Highness from doing this—not only to satisfy the little prince's vanity, but also to make the sacrifices of the entire Hantu City legion and even the entire Turin people of Hantu for the sake of the words on it.

Even if it's just to keep those people from sacrificing in vain, and to comfort the heroic spirits and lonely ghosts who have left this world. Comfort to the wounded soldiers who have been left disabled in the war. Every knight of Turin who fought bloodily for honor and loyalty. This stele must be erected!

The moment he saw the little prince proudly place the stone tablet under the banner of the flaming goshawk, the whole eagle fell into a boiling mountain - from the tired silence of the previous moment to the carnival of the moment, the sound was like an explosion of air, which made Anson, who was standing in the center of everyone, so excited that he could not speak, his face was red, but he still had to endure to maintain his reserve.

The frenzy of the entire Hantu City legion, tens of thousands of soldiers and knights was detonated at this moment, so that Anson didn't even dare to look at the eyes of the people around him - the arrogant and arrogant Anson was afraid for the first time. I'm afraid that I will lose face and make a fool of myself in front of so many people.

It was only at this moment that he truly understood what it was like to be cheered by, and what it was like to be adored and admired by countless people—what a powerful power it would be for tens of thousands of people to be completely loyal to themselves when they were willing to swear allegiance to themselves, not just because of their status, or because they were forced to threaten them!

That's definitely not the power that mortals can have, that's a king, it's a king. It's the Radiant Cross, and I am the embodiment of the Radiant Cross!

The excited little prince turned around excitedly. Looking at the head hanging on the flagpole, there was a little more emotion in his excited eyes.

If in normal times he would not take it seriously at all, but ...... This head was cut off by Edward, and he brought it back to himself, in other words, without him, he would not have been able to achieve such a complete victory.

On the other hand, if his left wing was defeated, would he really be able to win?

In the past, Anson would not have thought about these at all - Edward was his own attendant military attaché, and he was also the closest subordinate to him, and even his own swordsmanship was taught by him, so he didn't have to worry too much about it, his merits were his own merits.

But this time...... The little prince's gaze seemed to sweep to the side very unintentionally, and the black-haired knights standing at the back of the crowd did not have the slightest fanatical excitement on their faces, and they looked quite winkling when they stood among the royal knights who cheered loudly.

It's like watching a farce from the sidelines...... An inexplicable thought popped into Anson's mind, and he himself was a little startled.

But this thought was only a matter of a moment, and the next moment the little prince quickly recovered his original state, drew the sword at his waist, and the tip of the sword was as bright as a silver mirror until the sun had just risen in the sky, and shouted proudly: "God bless Turin!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

With a sword in one hand, Green Turn, who shouted loudly, didn't even know whether he should cry or laugh...... This victory came too late and too important. Rebinus, who was standing behind him, was also in tears with excitement, standing in place in a daze, and his voice had already been hoarse.

The battle was over, Asriel was killed, and his Blue Wolf Clan was wiped out, and the entire 300,000 people of the clan were almost wiped out - if the various legions had not misreported the figures, there would have been no more than 50,000 people who could have escaped the battlefield of Eagle Fall Mountain, and among them, there would probably not be even 10,000 of them who could successfully return to the Great Forest in the East.

As for the blue wolf clan that was annihilated on the battlefield, there were not even 80,000 people killed directly, more of them were slaughtered after the rout of the battle line, and they were swept away by the cavalry and infantry in batches, especially those war tribes who were always resisting, and they were mercilessly killed, and the chickens and dogs were not left.

As for the more barbarians - for the whole Blue Wolf Clan is not a pure army, but more like a migrating tribe. After experiencing the burning and looting of the Hantu City legions all night, they finally succumbed, whether it was for survival or more and more terrible reasons, these Hantu barbarians finally chose to survive between life and death.

And after the surrender, there will be no merciful end waiting for these people - for this Hantu War, not only the savings of the entire Hantu City have been exhausted, but the southern lords who have always supported the Little Prince's war, the nobles of the family of Turin City, and even the Marquis of Minest, are waiting to be able to compensate for their losses.

At least two-thirds of the 100,000 captured Hantu barbarians will be sold into slavery and sent from the mines of Hantu City to the West Coast, a world that will always lack labor, and the slave trade will always be unparalleled and lucrative, even if the kingdom has repeatedly forbidden it.

Not only were these slaves able to fill the huge deficit caused by the war, but they were also a good opportunity to spread the word about Anson's prowess - when the spoils of war arrived in Turin, and when the well-earned merchants proudly boasted in the taverns all the stories he had heard in the city, Anson would be able to publicize himself without even having to open his mouth.

As the future rightful heir of the kingdom, of course, he needed to assert himself - in the past, the little prince's reputation only stopped at the entire city of Turin, or more narrowly, the hills of Marchelus, and not many of the lowly nobles had even had the opportunity to meet his royal highness, let alone understand it.

And after seizing a large amount of wealth from the hands of the Blue Wolf Clan, Anson naturally did not have any stinginess, and quite generously fulfilled the rewards promised to all the legions before - and since the beginning of guarding the Twin Towers Fortress, it has been a battle-flag legion with great achievements, and each soldier has received two to three times the rewards of other legions!

Even in Edward's current barracks, there was a chest full of a thousand gold coins, and several gems of different colors - the little prince seemed to have no idea about money, and of course he really didn't care about it, compared to the throne in the hall at the top of the hill of Marchelus, no amount of money.

But Edward didn't show even the slightest hint of excitement - for him personally, the money was already a lot - even if he returned to Fort Hague now, he would be able to live a fairly wealthy life, and the gold coins of the Kingdom of Turin were hard currency in the whole world, and even a knight's full suit of armor and weapons would never be worth more than ten gold coins.

What really made Edward feel cold was the information sent by Marco Tasker - a letter sent by the Blood Flag Brotherhood in Turin a month ago, only one sentence, but it made people shudder.

Horace Marcherus is critically ill! )

PS: I'm very sorry!!!! the order of the chapters is wrong again. It's stupid, it's stupid, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry - say important things three times!!

Well...... But if you take a closer look, these two chapters don't seem to have any problems except for the last little bit and the first little bit, right?

Belch...... I hope you forgive me.,And then give a lot of rewards and monthly passes.,Empty and shameless and blushing said - Misaka sister terrier.。