When he saw Al lying on the stretcher, Theodore's mind suddenly "confused", almost unconsciously, strode over and hugged his shoulder, and when he saw the other party's pale but proud smile, the original nervous mood was relieved, revealing an expression that did not know whether to cry or laugh.

Theodore knew very well how much sacrifice the knights had to sacrifice to break through the line of the orcs! That's why he tried his best to prevent Salald from charging in person, and chose the Knight Captain of the El--Inside of his heart, Theodore naturally did not want to see the life of one of his closest friends and allies threatened, and since someone was willing to stand up, Theodore naturally saw it.

It was he who commanded him to do it—to take advantage of the guilt in the old knight's heart, and to send him to his death with those poor people who had lost their families and their homeland forever! The inner remorse tormented Theodore, and made him comfort himself while he suffered—all this was only a necessary sacrifice, nothing more, and it was constantly entangled.

It wasn't until he clearly saw Al's tired face that he breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain in his heart disappeared without a trace, desperately suppressing the excitement in his heart: "Thank you for your contribution to humanity, Your Excellency El Knight Chief...... The most glorious glory of this battle belongs to you, and to all the Severcros!"

"No, it belongs to you, my esteemed Lord Julian, and it is you who lead the Northern Alliance—this is a ...... of salvation for me, and for those who have died. Al coughed repeatedly, but couldn't hide the joy in his heart: "What could be more glorious for a knight than dying on the battlefield?"

"We're sorry we couldn't capture Severcro for you, but we have another gift for you. Al glanced at Gendry, who was standing aside, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, "You do...... Trained a good squire, Gendry Spada, bring that to your lords!"

"Yes, sir. Gendry's face flushed with excitement. Trembling almost from hand to toe, he took out a rotten watermelon-like ugly rotten head from his arms, held it high above his head, and knelt down on one knee to look up at his Caesar: "Honorable lord, allow me to dedicate this supreme honor to you - we have cut off the head of the orc chief!"

Almost instantly, the soldiers gathered around the stretcher were stunned for a moment, and then burst into fierce cheers, raised their weapons and shields, and struck hard. Bursting out with excited shouts, as if the final victory had been won, the passion burned as bright as a flame!

Amazement, shock, joy...... The mood spread rapidly, and jubilant cheers and praises could be heard almost everywhere in the camp, praising everything without hesitation.

"I am honored to receive such an honor. Theodore's expression was also a little excited, and he turned his head to look at Salald behind him, and after seeing the other party's approving eyes, the young Caesar calmly pulled out the glorious cross around his waist, and the bright sword drew a semicircle in the air. Then he gently touched Gendry's shoulder.

"Gendry Spada, in the name of the bearer of the Radiant Cross, in the name of Caesar, by virtue of this supreme right bestowed upon me by the ancient gods and the people of Rome. Theodore's excited gaze stared at Gendry, who was kneeling on the ground: "I grant you the title of Knight of the Imperial Guard." Shields and swords are awarded to defend and protect them. May the Radiant Cross always bless you, and may the gods of Rome bless you!"

"I'm going to fight for you...... Unless you break my vows, I will fight for you until the very end of my life!" Gendry stood up cautiously. Bow your head at a loss.

"Alright, you kid who stole me of my credit!" Salald laughed and slapped Gendry on the shoulder, then shoved hard at the crowd behind him. Gendry, who had barely had time to let out an exclamation, was "overwhelmed" by the surging crowd, and the cheering warriors happily lifted the "lucky boy" and carried him away as if he were a hero.

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Although Theodore, the mobilization of the coalition forces was not as well prepared as the last expedition to the Silent Forest, the military officer in charge of logistics still managed to put together a relatively sumptuous banquet, so that the soldiers who fought during the day could get psychological comfort and celebrate the victory.

Theodore's own personal chef, a gourmand who is said to have been an Egyptian, took great pains to create a fairly lavish feast that did not make the little "celebration" look too shabby.

Theodore, who had not paid much attention to what he ate in his previous life, did not like to eat and drink excessively - although he was really not comfortable with the black bread as hard as firewood at first, he never asked what he usually ate, and what he ate; but if he was to receive guests or even some kind of important banquet, even if the conditions were more difficult, he would still try to put on a show - to a certain extent, it was a good face and a bad heart.

As for the soldiers, they don't really pay attention to whether their leaders share weal and woe with them, what they hope for is a better life -- this is a kind of vision, a kind of pursuit, and it is better to let them see this kind of vision than to put on a show -- as long as they work hard, they can also go into the luxurious banquet hall like those generals, enjoy better food, and give them the opportunity to hope and struggle, which is what a leader should do.

"Perhaps I should have celebrated you in advance, honorable Lord Julian. Duke Bran raised his glass lightly and saluted Theodore slightly, but the expression on his face was really not decorating with joy: "I have just heard that one of your brave soldiers has cut off the head of an orc chieftain, which is indeed a very remarkable feat. ”

This is a sign of the victory that the gods have given to humanity - we will win. Theodori smiled and raised his glass, almost tilting his head to see His Excellency the Little Duke, who sat a hundred and eight thousand miles away from him, who had refused to sit close to him since Helena had gone, and was really a child's temper, Theodore smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Hah!" Salald chuckled and began to use his knife to solve a piece of fat intestine on his plate, and when he looked up, he saw Aaron's tangled expression of wanting to stop talking and staring at the plate without moving, "What's wrong with you?

"I just can't understand why you have to withdraw?!" Aaron, who has always been unable to hide his words, finally couldn't help it, he had been firmly holding his position on the left flank throughout the battle, and he was also in charge of commanding the main Mistermai guerrilla infantry in charge of the counteroffensive, and it could be said that there was no one more unacceptable to withdraw than Salald, and it was definitely him: "It's almost a little bit, isn't it—the peaches will be picked when they're ripe! Give them a night to prepare for battle, how many men do we have to sacrifice to take down the fortress of Severcrowe?"

"But with a strong attack, we will face a united orc tribe, and heavy casualties are almost inevitable. Terenus, who sat opposite Theodore, spoke slowly, a spark of wisdom flashing in his small, bright eyes: "If we drag it out, obviously we can't afford it, and we are still facing the situation of being threatened by the enemy. ”

"Obviously it's a very contradictory situation -- we have to make... Well, very difficult choice. Salald put his words together, but the smile on his face didn't seem to be as tangled as he had said.

"As I said - the God of heaven will open the door to Severcro for us. Theodore seemed to be full of confidence, and did not seem to be affected by Aaron's words at all: "We don't need a castle - we need a cohesive north, and this is the most impregnable castle!"

"But you must also take this castle first, my Lord Julian. Bran said with a slight smile, looked back, but found that the person he expected was not behind, and his originally bright big eyes narrowed slightly: "Excuse me...... Where's the Knight of Elendil? Hasn't he always been with you?"

"Elendil?" Diodor was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "I have sent him to perform some special work—there are always things that are really uneasy if they are not done by the people around them, and I think you must know this very well Your Excellency the Duke of Elfwan." ”

"Of course. Bran tilted his head and smiled softly, his eyes narrowed into a crooked crescent, but the flickering eyes did not seem to believe the explanation of this "Human Emperor".

A Majesty who is not good at lying, the little duke smiled softly, and looked at the deep purple - or rather, almost blood-red wine - in the glass, and seemed to see the figure of the young knight in it.

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"Is that all?"

In the darkness of the night, Elendil carefully weighed the clay pot in his hand, and carefully looked at it with an almost unimaginable gaze: "That's it...... Can you open the gates of Severcro?"

"Don't doubt our abilities, even if you're Caesar's close friend. An old man with a crazy expression, dressed in a tattered brown cloth robe, gestured with his teeth and claws: "This is the supreme masterpiece of alchemy! This is the power of God! The ultimate power of Rome, everything will be burned to ashes by it!"

"Hopefully it'll be as powerful as you say. Elendil looked at Severcro in the distance: "I have to say, this young Caesar is really crazy forever!"

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