Two days, or two months?

Davide didn't know, but the former was too short and the latter too long, so he just watched as Mordschic turned away, his eyes full of suspicion.

This little white face can't be playing with himself, right?

Davide snorted and turned away. The other party was quite trusted by King Nacini, and he was not good at forcing him to ask. But one day, Lao Tzu will let him know that Viscount Davide is definitely not easy to mess with.

Davide stepped out of the civilian quarters and saw the Praetorian Guard camp not far away. Remembering what Cartromans had said, he deliberately circled around until he found the flag of the Fire Stripe Violet.

"What the hell?" Davide muttered to himself when he saw the fire flag embroidered with a melon pattern next to him. Compared with his own "four-winged Charizard", this is simply a shame in the military flag world.

At this moment, a young man dressed in the uniform of the imperial army walked out of the camp, he had flaxen-colored semi-long hair, his eyes were blue like a quiet lake, and his temperament was warm and handsome.

"Is that you?" Davide couldn't help but be stunned, it was Dalgnan who was in Norman City, making him a big ugly man.

When the so-called enemies saw each other, they were extremely red-eyed, and he subconsciously stepped forward and blocked the other party's way.

"Captain, is there something wrong?" said Dargnan as if he didn't know him, glancing at the military badge on his chest.

"You're not that ...... Ah, Ados?" Davide thought he had recognized the wrong person.

"Second Lieutenant Ados, sir, we've met before?" said Dalgnon for a more affectionate name.

"Good, good," Davide finally realized that he had been tricked again, and Davide held out his finger in exasperation. "You wait for me." ”

"Waiting for you at any time. Dargnon made a gesture of encouragement, and watched him walk away angrily, a wicked smile on his lips.

In the open field inside the camp, the soldiers were drilling. Dargnan casually reprimanded, then turned and walked into Allegri's tent.

"Who was here just now?" Allegri, who was sitting on the blanket, opened his eyes. Two faint puffs of smoke came out of the nostrils. Inherited from Herseus's "Fire Rider" school, it has a special cultivation method, and after reaching the upper rank, it can temper the body through guò flame magic to better meet the needs of combat.

In fact, this is a legendary class born to fight.

"That Davide, the ...... who probed his brain at the gate of the camp," Dargnon explained, sitting down in front of him. He twisted his fingers with his fingers, and the blade of ice, as thin as a cicada's wings, shattered into chips. It soon dispersed like a mist.

Allegri chuckled and snorted hard, the smoke from his nostrils re-ignited, like two miniature fire dragons, baring their teeth and claws at the ice mist.

With Dargnan's index finger as the center of the circle, the mist spun rapidly, occasionally poking out pieces of ice blades that cut into the dragon from different angles.

Since the war with Landers. The master and apprentice fell in love with this kind of trick. The difference is that they don't even need ambergris. can simulate the effect of "smoke play".

After a fierce battle, the battle ended with the fire dragon dispersing the ice mist. Allegri stood up triumphantly, and just wanted to show off a few words, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent, followed by the voice of the herald,

"Count Allegri. The king called. ”

"I'm going," Allegri said, patting the smoke from his hands, "I'm not here these days, you take care of them." Also, watch out for that Davide. ”

"I know, I know. Dargnan shook his hands impatiently, as if he was nagging.

Allegri shook his head helplessly, went to the tent next to him, called Jubiano, and walked together in the direction of the king's tent.

Davide didn't know that Mordecic hadn't lied to him. The siege of Severa did not begin in two days, let alone two months, but tonight, at two o'clock in the morning.

The holy city of Ranken.

In the evening, a solemn atmosphere envelops the city, and every house rings with the sound of prayer, echoing the majestic bells of the Cotiah Cathedral.

On the top of the white tower, Innedir, who was almost in prostration, collapsed limply on the jade couch, panting heavily. Once again, the Holy White Tower projected divine power, making his body lì strict zhòng overdrawn.

During this period of time, the people of Lancan often found that a rich holy light lit up from the White Tower, and then flew far into the sky. No one knows where they have gone, and no one dares to comment on them, but in this city the archbishop of the Holy See has unparalleled prestige.

"How's it going?" asked the Pale Lord, looking concerned.

"Almost, in two or three weeks, we'll be able to return the colors. Innedil half-leaned back on the brocade mat, his eyes narrowed slightly from weariness. Sweat soaked his shirt, and his long white-gold hair was disheveled, which made the usually mild-mannered archbishop look like he had just been raped by a mother dragon.

"Severa, can you stand it?" the Pale Lord confirmed, the city of Severa was the most important sacrifice in his plan with the Death Knell.

"Bishop Nouns is religious, resilient, and has served in the army," Innedil commented softly, "and though I don't like this old stubborn, he is the most suitable man to defend the city." ”

"You're going to reuse him?" the Pale Lord sniffed the meaning of his words.

"In the Holy See, there must be no more flatterers, and there must be those who dare to speak out," replied Innedir, who reluctantly sat up, combing his long hair and tilting his head, "of course, it is too early to say this, first of all, Nornes must survive this war. ”

"It's not easy," said the Pale Lord, shaking his head and sighing, "the enemy has surrounded the city of Severa, and it is said that even the birds that pass by will be shot and killed. ”

"But this also proves from the side that the Snowdons have no way to break the city except for the siege," Innedir, who was gradually recovering, said in a much more confident tone, "and as I expected, King Nacini chose to divide his troops to attack the counties of the Northwest Theater, and soon, he will have to pay a terrible price for his carelessness." ”

"Blindly expanding everywhere is a taboo for soldiers, and King Nacini will not be unaware of this. The Pale Lord reminded.

"He sent a large number of sentry posts to guard the perimeter of the Northwest Theater of Operations to prevent a sneak attack by our army," Inedil's smile was mixed with a hint of coldness, "But how can the power of the gods be guessed by ordinary people?"

... (To be continued......)

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