"But I did not come for war, but as the leader of an army, with my peace and sincerity. I know the upheaval of Caesar's Empire, and I also know the evil identities of those two imperial generals...... Of course, you must know now that you shouldn't do something for the sake of your parents?"

The proclamation of the princess of Bristan sounded outside the city wall and spread throughout the wall. In the aisle of the city wall, a servant named Langton stood beside Prince Riddle with a bitter expression.

He knew that a battle between the two sides was inevitable today, and a letter suddenly came from the royal city of Caesar's empire last night. After reading the letter, Prince Riddle's face changed drastically, and he who had been waiting for Artoria to arrive instantly became irritable and furious.

He yelled and poured himself out, crying and shouting the name of his mother, Princess Diana, and tears and snot flowed to the ground. Although Langton had helped the maid carry the drunken Prince back to bed on more than one occasion, he had never seen anyone standing after so much drinking—what was on Riddle's mind? What was wrong with him? What was written in that letter? that made him so miserable?

Langton didn't know anything about this, he only knew that last night his Highness suddenly changed his previous mood of expecting Artoria's arrival, and sent his most elite subordinates out. By the time the men returned, the well-trained warriors had already imprisoned the more than 200 soldiers and officers who had remained in Dornier.

Langton followed his master's side, watching the prince grin fiercely and maniacally at the warriors who had been kidnapped. The warriors were eager and surprised to assure Riddle that Artoria had only come to negotiate peace, and expressed their desire for peace.

But Riddle didn't care about that, his face was crazy and twisted with hatred. His heart was clearly gnawed by the enraging viper, and he was frantically and hateful to find some unlucky bastard to vent his anger.

The soldiers and officials of Lie Dian became the best targets for Riddle to vent his anger.

Langton saw it with his own eyes, and Riddle's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He ordered Langton and the other guards to go out, and Langton could still hear Riddle's frantic laughter and the screams of the British warriors in pain as he paced anxiously outside the door.

Langton was already sure. Own masters are crazy. Riddle Caesar, the prince of Caesar's empire, has gone mad from the blow he can't accept. According to normal logic, they should now stabilize these Bryan troops who are trying to sign an armistice with them until reinforcements arrive.

But there were no reinforcements, because he knew that the enemy was about to attack the city, but Riddle not only did not send any messengers to ask for help, but even forbade his subordinates to send letters asking for help. Several generals who had sent out to ask for help were imprisoned by Riddle and subjected to unimaginable treatment.

In fact, out of courtesy, Riddle needed to send a small army of people to negotiate. That's right. That's the logical move. If he guessed correctly, Langton estimated that the number of the British army should be about 500,000.

However, the fortress of Dornier only has a permanent garrison of 30,000 troops. Even though the vanguard in front of him is only about 20,000, but all of them are the most elite royal guards in Britain, not to mention the tide of 500,000 troops behind, even the attack of the 20,000 troops in front of him, Dornier may not be able to resist.

After all, Princess Artoria of Britain had a remarkable talent for war. It is the generals of the whole continent who are ashamed of themselves. In the entire main plane world, only Spartacus, the former general of the Caesar Empire, can contend with, but Spartacus has been imprisoned and is not in Dornier. None of them could stand up to Artoria's strategic command.

Langton sensed an air of fear surging through the crowd. He couldn't see it clearly because it was too far away, but he could clearly see a great tide of people slowly approaching them, and he heard the rhythmic, frightening sound of horses' hooves.

The army of the princess of Bully.

Despite the fact that the air in the morning is very cool. Langton's arms were still sweating. That kind of uniform pace and strict and dazzling military appearance can be called the strongest army on the mainland. Although the defenders of their fortress of Dornier were also considered elite in a hundred battles, they were as vulnerable as refugees in front of the guards trained by the princess of Buldian herself.

"Well done, Artoria," Riddle said on the wall.

Artoria looked at him, the dumb prince clutching at the wall with a look of disgust, his body shaking. "What are you thinking about now?" on that unusually obscene face, and the two specially grown beards swayed in the wind, "What the hell are you thinking about now? You idiot, do you really think that I will be weird and surrender Kaesong? Don't think about it! Go back to your Britain with your army, you are not welcome here." ”

A sense of disgust rose in her heart, but she was quickly suppressed by Artoria. Like the King of Caesar's Empire, Riddle's appearance is vulgar and ugly, and obscene is the consensus of everyone, but as a leader, she should not bring personal likes and dislikes into it when the two sides change armies.

"Unless you force us to defend ourselves, we don't want to fight you anymore. Maybe you won't make peace, so it's okay to give me back my warriors, who have already been captured by you...... Very well, give them to me, and I'll take the army away at once," Artoria said coldly, looking up at Riddle, "I'm not interested in communicating much with the villains who rebel." ”

Riddle shook his head back and laughed.

"Oh my God!" He gasped, tears streaming down his eyes, "Oh, you're amused more than a circus clown, Artoria! The gods are above! You actually say that you know what peace is, are you worthy? You executioner who led an army against our country!"

Langton felt his sleeve tugged hard. He jumped to his feet and turned to look at the middle-aged Count Nick beside him, the other ruler of Dornier Fortress, second only to the prince in power - in fact, if it weren't for the king's support for the king's forcible seizure of his army, he would have been the commander of Dornier's fortress.

"I don't have much affection for you and your prince, Langton. I wish you were all going to die with your army of a thousand knives," Nick grumbled, his eyes full of grumbling, "but at least you're in your right mind." You must shut up Riddle now! Let him get down from there! Otherwise, you will see for yourself what the princess of Bristan will do in the face of provocation and insult. ”

"We can't surrender for the glory of the royal family!" Langton said breathlessly, though he wished so badly in his heart that he did.

"Well, no surrender," said Nick, "then at least send someone out to talk to them and buy some time for our reinforcements." Riddle should have sent someone for help, didn't he?"

"Of course he did, master," Langton lied a little. The conversation between them had been overheard, and Riddle's bloodshot eyes looked over with madness.

"What are you talking about, the secret betraying me behind my back?" Riddle's eyes saw not much left of reason, only a blood-red madness.

"Oh no, my Highness, I am your eternal loyal servant," Langton said with some unease at Riddle's bloodthirsty gaze, "but we must admit that Artoria is not an enemy we can handle. You're not here to provoke your enemies and bring bad luck, you're here to protect the fortress from infestation. ”

"Do you hear that, Artoria?" Riddle roared on the wall, "You're just a man no one wants! Even the idiot Langton says that! When you have a man who likes it, come and tell me some peace?"

With that, he rushed forward and bent over the high wall, laughing and spitting under the wall.

Langton stared at Riddle in horror, trying to provoke the beautiful princess with all his might. What the hell is wrong with him? Is he crazy...... For now. Langton was eager to swallow the always sloppy bale prince in one gulp, and then immediately led his army to surrender to Artoria.

Artoria didn't meet the drunkard's ridicule, and shouted loudly into the fortress, "Do you all hear the people of Donire!"

She cried out loudly, "Your prince has gone mad! He's a drunkard now! He doesn't know anything! We shouldn't fight, we need peace." Cast him down, obey me, and by the end of the day, you and your homes will be intact!"

However, there was no expected revelation, and Artoria could not blame them. "I'll ask you again, Riddle. Negotiate, or die?"

Riddle straightened up, and now Artoria could see what he was holding in his right hand. It's a sack.

"That's my answer, Artoria!"

His hand reached into the sack and grabbed something. Artoria couldn't see what it was, but he could see the winces on the faces of Count Nick and Langton. Then the object was thrown at Artoria so fast that it slammed to the ground and rolled all the way to Artoria's feet.

Artoria subconsciously lowered her head, and then she saw it......

On the distorted head of Carol Yanzhòng, the mayor of Nanhai Town and a young man who was always smiling and cheerful, the blue eyes were staring blankly at Artoria. (To be continued......)