Chapter 307: Candidate for the new monarch of the Kingdom of Tiran

The Winter Knights are still on a killing spree, and Gianna has stopped her blizzard spell.

With the last few rounds of frost meteors falling, the army of the Holy Gaunt Kingdom fell into a huge state of chaos, although the specific casualties are not known, but in the current state, if you want to regroup and continue to advance, it will not take more than half a day to complete.

"This spell can't be used anymore."

Gianna sighed, she did find a way to 'bypass' the restrictions on casting familiar magic, but the disadvantage is not nothing, that is, once a lot of magic has been used, it is very likely to attract the attention of the 'permission manager', and then lock the permission to use this magic, and incorporate this magic into the current management system.

"Or rather, I can't use it until I find another way."

Gianna had expected this situation, but she didn't care much about it, anyway, she knew a lot of spells, as long as she didn't use them indiscriminately, even if she could only use them once, she could solve a lot of problems.

By the time all spells were locked up, perhaps she had figured out a way to bypass the restrictions completely.

"The advance of the army of the Holy Gaunt Kingdom has been successfully stopped, and the purpose has been achieved."

Davy looked into the distance, the army could not continue to advance, the Knights Templar was under siege, surrounded by the Winter Knights, the Knights of Tiran, and the Knights of the Guards, who had just rushed into the battlefield.

If this continued, the Knights Templar would suffer heavy losses, if not all of them.

In this case, even if the Knights of Tiran and the Lords' coalition were severely defeated, the Holy Gaunt Kingdom would not be able to continue the war.

"Huh?"

Just as David was about to watch the excitement, the blue sky seemed to be dyed with a layer of golden light, and then dots of light like raindrops landed on the battlefield.

The Templars regained their strongest combat power under the bath of golden rain, their physical strength and energy were all restored to their peak state, and even the blessed magic on their bodies became more powerful, and the already strong armor was covered with a thick layer of brilliance.

The Winter Knights' piccolo assault rifles were pouring ammunition down on them, splattering countless spots of light, but they couldn't break through the defenses and kill the enemy as easily as before.

"Approach the nearest comrade!"

Aware of the change in the situation on the battlefield, Brock Rumlow immediately issued a new order, and the Winter Knights changed from fighting separately to assembling nearby, and kept approaching their comrades.

Flashbangs, smoke bombs, and small missiles were fired, and explosions rang out on the battlefield, and soon the Winter Knights were united and formed a suitable formation with the surrounding Tiran army to ensure that they would not be besieged by enemies from all sides.

"According to the mark! Threesomes set fire to attack! ”

After specially coordinated training, the Winter Knight soon formed a combat team of three, with Crossbone Rumlow in the center to support several groups of comrades according to the situation.

Then, the blood flower that had just disappeared for a moment reappeared on the battlefield, and the commander of the Knights Templar, after seeing his priests cast a more powerful protector, thought that he could kill the enemy.

Now he realized that it was impossible to fight back, and what he had to do now was to bring his men out safely.

The Templars began to retreat, and they chose to attack in a direction that the Winter Knights were not blocking.

Tiran's army could not stop the Templars, who were protected by powerful divine powers, and could not even stop them, so they could only watch as the Templars broke through and quickly ran away into the distance.

"Do you want to go after it?"

Laura stayed on top of the Quint fighter and watched the whole battle.

"No, let those guys go!" The weapons on the Kun-style fighter were still relatively not strong enough, and they could not deal a devastating blow in the face of the Knights Templar, who were full of protective spells.

At most, kill a few unlucky guys, and there is little point in such a pursuit: "Take our men off the battlefield." ”

As for morale? Having suffered a defeat with all the traps and the upper hand, the morale of the Holy Gaunt Kingdom has dropped enough.

What will the Holy Gaunt Kingdom do next? Insist on a war with the kingdom of Tiran? Keep fighting? Or will the battlefield be transferred to the negotiating table and a new round of another war?

At this time, Ebelson was also constantly giving orders: gather troops, treat the wounded, clean up the battlefield and evacuate slowly, and let the heavily damaged Knights of Tiran and the lord's coalition army withdraw first, etc.

The nobles around him also dispersed to be busy with various matters, counting casualties, weapon attrition, etc., and also to find out the situation of the Holy Gaunt Kingdom and predict the possible choices of the enemy.

After only half a day's war, there were still too many things to count, and Eberson had a hunch that tonight would be a sleepless night.

But all sorts of things can't compare to winning over Earl David Glamorgan!

This would-be son-in-law was a key factor in the Kingdom of Tiran's ability to turn the war around, and he found himself overestimating the young man as much as possible again and again, and still underestimating the other party.

"What is David's origin? What is standing behind it? ”

This question has surfaced in Ebberson's mind many times, but he can't ask it now, the Kingdom of Tiran still needs Count Glamorgan to stabilize the front, not to mention that Count Glamorgan is currently very loyal to the Kingdom of Tillan and himself, even if he really has different intentions, he must find a way to stabilize it now.

It can even be said that even if David is disobedient now, Eberson can tolerate it, and as long as he can maintain a semblance of monarchy, he can even allow Winterfell to become a de facto independent kingdom.

Of course, it wasn't a last resort, and he didn't want that to happen.

Now he desperately wants David's wedding to Sophia to be completed as soon as possible, and then give birth to offspring early; If he can hold out until then, he can directly let the descendants of David and Sophia become the new king of the Kingdom of Tiran......

David didn't know that his descendants had been arranged by His Majesty King Eboffson, in fact, he didn't think about it so much and complicated at all, including when he made a move: if His Majesty was killed, he would be able to gain greater benefits.

It wasn't until the end of the battle, and everyone around him had left to do all sorts of things, that David had no time to think about it.

In the end, the answer was that it didn't make a difference, and his future plans would not change at all because of whether or not Albertson was killed.

Setting goals and making steady progress toward them is the state of Winterfell.

It is inevitable that it will develop and become a huge advanced city, and when that time comes, whether or not Ebelson is still in power, it is inevitable that Winterfall will become a kingdom of Winter.

Even David himself would have a hard time preventing this from happening: even if he didn't want to, when his strength reached that level, the people around him would ask him to do it.

At that point, David represented more than just his own interests.

Back in White Rock City, Eberson did not let David go back to rest, and pulled him together to discuss a series of affairs such as the war and diplomacy between the Holy Gaunt Kingdom and the Holy Gaunt.

To show the importance he attaches to Earl David Glamorgan, even Master Gianna Prodmore is invited.

As for Earl Sutton-Stewart, he has a more important task: to put the Knights of the Guards in order!

Until the moles of the Knights of the Guards are completely eliminated, His Majesty will not dare to let the Knights of the Guards take charge of his security.

Earl David Glamorgan seems to be safer by his side, and perhaps he should let the Winter Knights take care of his own guards.

Because there was always a time to finish talking about business, and because many matters were being investigated and handled by others, Ebelson could only turn the conversation to matters that had nothing to do with the Holy Gaunt Kingdom.

For example, where did Mage Gianna Proudmore come from?

"Mage Gianna Prodmore is the daughter of the leader of the island city of Kul Tiras, and she is actually a guest in Winterfell at the moment, and she is here to see the customs and customs of the continent of Breonnia."

"Oh?" Ebelson was surprised, he didn't ask where Kul Tiras was, since it was an island city, it was definitely not on the continent of Brennia, and it was not surprising that he hadn't heard of it.

It's Gianna's identity that surprised Ebelson a little, the leader's daughter, isn't that a princess? It's no wonder that looks, temperament, and knowledge are all so outstanding.

In fact, neither David's introduction nor Ebelson's speculation is accurate, and Coultiras is not strictly a kingdom, and Daylin Prodmore, although the leader of Coultiras is, is not really a king.

However, Gianna would not explain in such detail, anyway, in her eyes, the King in front of her was just a passerby on her journey, and there was no need to know so much detail.

"So, Master Prodmore came out to travel the continent and increase his knowledge and experience?"

"Yes."

"The next time Master Proudmoor goes to the capital of Tiran, he must introduce me to Kurtilas, I think there can be more contact between the Kingdom of Tiran and Kurtilas."

For this kind of words, Gianna smiled and coped with the past, this kind of work she was very familiar with.

After seeing Gianna's performance, Ebertson also realized that the princess of Kul Tiras, who was very good at dealing with the situation.

Such a good performance made Ebelson begin to worry: could his daughter, who was so stupid all day long, only know how to eat, drink and have fun, compete with this female mage?

(End of chapter)