Section 176 War

"Password?" the little girl asked confusedly.

"Well, she said both...... That is, two twins, they are not ordinary people. ”

"This is not your average person...... What does that mean?"

"At least one of the two is very strong. This refers to an individual's ability to fight. ”

"Is there one?" the little girl carefully recalled the appearance of the twins. It's still easy, but no matter how she thinks about it, she can't feel that the twins look like they are "very strong and capable of fighting". Regardless of their stature or physical characteristics, they are like ordinary aristocratic ladies, not female warriors.

"At this point, I have confidence in my sister's vision. Rhodia said thoughtfully. "She can't be mistaken. ”

"But their limbs ...... Their arms don't look very strong!"

"Do you think my sister looks like she's very strong?" asked Rhodia. It's not a lie, if Laria were dressed in a normal dress, her physical appearance would not show her true strength at all. Although she has the strength to twist an iron rod with ease, her appearance is not much different from that of a normal woman.

"Laria is an exception. The little girl argued, and she now knew why Laria was so tough. "She's empowered by vampires......"

"There is one exception, and there is naturally a second exception. Rhodia replied.

"You said she's a vampire too......"

"Definitely not. Whether it's a vampire or not, my sister can feel it. Rhodia said. "Besides, the timing is not right...... But they are strong, that's for sure. ”

Aunt Mary walked all the way out. As mentioned earlier, her farewell was due to Prime Minister Irlen's request to see the Queen, so the two sides happened to meet together.

"Countess Marianne. Erynn nodded first in a cold and reserved manner.

"Your Excellency!" Aunt Mary's previous look of steady, politeness, and concealment was completely gone, leaving only an angry shrewd face. "I'm so lucky to meet you. Now that you're in a position of power, you've probably forgotten about us traveling companions. ”

Elenn was clearly not good at dealing with Aunt Mary's attitude, and although he seemed a little angry, he was more panicked and weak-hearted.

Then again, it's no secret that he's taken a hostile stance toward Ashrufat (and Shirley) during this time. The Countess Marianne was well-travelled, and must have known this by now.

"Get out of the way, Lord Count Marianne, I want to see Her Majesty the Queen. In the middle of the ring, the Prime Minister decided to abandon this confrontation. Because no man can hope for victory in the face of a shrew.

"Of course, you just have to go. Aunt Mary said viciously. "Now you're in Eagle City, aren't you?"

As Eryn walked along, she heard the word "ungrateful" faintly in her ears. But he quickened his pace, and soon he couldn't hear anything.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the queen's chamber. This temporary palace was too small, especially for the Queen's own, and her room now served multiple functions, not so much a queen's room as an ordinary apartment.

When Eryn came in, she took a look inside the room for the first time. It's good that the little queen has only one person waiting for him here.

"陛xià. Ellen saluted. Although the little girl is not yet at home, anyone can now see the eager expression on Prime Minister Ellene's face.

"Is there anything urgent?" The little girl has not been back from the front line for too long, and there are many fragments, and she has not yet taken over government affairs. In other words, the prime minister is still in charge of government affairs. This is also a traditional practice: if the monarch wants to be lazy for a few days, then he will let the prime minister take care of the affairs of a large and small qiē.

"Your Majesty, I'm from the front...... That is, the city of Fornoros, which received an urgent report. Lord Ashrufat is hiring dwarves to dig tunnels there......"

"What's going on here? Isn't that a normal tactic?"

"Yes, it's a common thing in terms of tactics, but ...... But ......" Prime Minister Irynn felt a stack of words from his body. "You'd better look at these things. Count of Ashrufat...... It seems intended...... Slaughter the city!"

This stack is not a formal text, but a variety of letters. Now, there are no barriers between Fornoros and Falcon. All the castles were planted with the royal white eagle flag, so even without magical communication, messengers and pigeons could come and go smoothly. As a prime minister, it is quite normal to receive letters from the front.

"Slaughter the city?" I don't know why, this word made the little girl shudder. She had been able to look at the books and praise the large-scale wars and massacres—just like all people who knew nothing about war. But after this first-hand experience, she has already seen what war is.

She immediately took the letters and began to look. "Why would he do that?"

No sooner had the little queen's eyes than the first line of the first letter sounded the sound of hurried footsteps and the clanging of metal against each other. Allyn and the girl looked at the entrance of the room at the same time, where two guards accompanied a man dressed as a messenger.

The appearance of the messenger is not so much a wolf bèi as a weakness. I have seen this kind of girl a few times, which is the consequence of a long journey, especially day and night. Magical communication is convenient, but it also has many shortcomings. So there is still room for such messengers.

"What's the matter?" asked the little girl.

"Your Majesty, I brought important military information on the northern border. The letter took out a copy of the text from his bosom. "The barbarian army has attacked...... General Rafa...... Let me call for help......"

After speaking, his knees weakened, and the two guards did not hold him, so he collapsed directly to the ground.

......

"You have one last chance!" the speaker smiled, his mouth slightly open, revealing his white teeth, like a hungry wolf looking at a lamb in front of him that could no longer escape. "Lord Byron. All you need to do is ...... Take this step forward. ”

Byron's face was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly.

In front of him, that is, in the center of the cellar, was an altar. It is not appropriate to say that the whole cellar is an altar, and in front of Byron it is only the center of the altar, a huge black rock. This should be an obsidian.

The walls are covered with all sorts of bizarre, blasphemous symbols. Although Byron was a man who had no knowledge of magic, he could still feel a strange power flowing from those symbols. I can't describe this feeling, but I have to say that it seems to be like an invisible hand, constantly caressing his body.

"If I do, I can ......"

"God is omnipotent. The man smiled, but there was a hint of danger in his smile. "However, as long as you can believe in the faith, Lord Duke, ......"

"What if it's not religious?" Byron interrupted abruptly. His gaze was fixed on the other person, as if he wanted to swallow the man in one gulp. This person is just a servant in the Duke's mansion, if it weren't for the other party taking the initiative to identify himself, maybe Byron would never have thought that this person was actually a cult god.

If it was in the past, Byron would have burned the other party directly at the stake. But now he has nothing left. His allies have either betrayed or perished, and the whole world, even the gods of the Star Field, have abandoned him. He was trapped in a lonely city, with no hope at all, and everyone wanted to tear a piece of flesh from him like a vulture staring at carrion.

Like all drowning people, Byron's instinctive choice was to grab every straw, even the most unreliable one.

"Do as I say, and you'll win this war...... Well, at least as I said, the Lord of Deceit will be able to shelter your children. They will be well protected...... Even if you die, this promise will be fulfilled. ”

"Okay. Byron took a half-step forward, drew the small dagger in his hand, and gently drew a wound on his hand. Blood dripped from the wound and fell onto the obsidian in the center of the altar. "Lord of deceit, great Tzeentch, I hereby make this pact. I will sacrifice you from generation to generation......"

An eerie red glow emanated from all sides, illuminating the entire cellar. It's strange to say, it's all shining, but there is no obvious light source.

"Ah, Tzeentch accepted your contract. The cultists of the evil gods made a sound of satisfaction. "Lord Duke, I have to say, you made the right choice!"

As soon as his words fell, there was a sudden shaking of the mountain under his feet. The tremors were so violent that both of them were unsteady on their feet and had to lie on the ground. This was not their delusion, for the small stones and dust on the top of the cellar had fallen from the brush.

"What's going on?" said Byron, for a moment. Is this evil god really so reliable? Just made a contract and immediately performed a miracle? And such a miracle of great movement? This is much more powerful than the church.

Confused, he immediately walked towards the exit of the cellar. Something must have happened with such a big movement. Earthquakes, landslides, or whatever? He wanted to know right away what was going on.

This operation was secret, so naturally there wouldn't be anyone around the cellar exit. Byron took three steps and two steps, and walked to his mansion, where he met a servant.

"What's going on?" Byron asked.

"Lord Duke...... Finished...... It's over...... "The servant clearly knew something. "I just started ...... See ...... from the window"

"What do you see?"

"They blasted the walls. The servant spoke up with great difficulty.

"How is that possible?" said Byron, hurrying toward his tower. It is arguably the highest point in the city, and from the observation deck at the top of the tower, you can get a bird's-eye view of the entire city.

The qiē he saw in front of him made Byron's heart directly cold.