Shaman from Afar

At the same time, Wimpar Academy, Azores camp.

"Go."

Looked at the messenger sent by his own brother with cold eyes, and His Royal Highness Prince Azore gave the final answer very simply.

His appearance is somewhat similar to that of Rodria Azore, but he can clearly see how different he is.

He did not wear a thin robe like an elf warrior, nor a cloak, but a brown piping like a lord of the empire. Below is a delicate and practical leather armor and chain armor; in addition to a long knife at hand, there are also on the calf The short sword, the short sword on the waist, the dagger under the wrist, the armor, the leg armor, the hand armor, the breast armor, the shoulder armor ... armed to the teeth.

The short hair left only the ponytail on the top of the head and the back of the head. The shaved two temples were very capable. Compared with that thick and tall figure, a little elf prince was not as skinny.

And a petite and cute elf girl, it is even thinner like a doll.

"His Royal Highness, Sikoutus!"

Watched the elves and samurai around him, and the elf girl who couldn't even roll her eyes-Yuting Jixi, the warrior Shira-quickly knelt down on one knee, and persuasively snatched quickly:

"Even if you don't want to accept your brother's invitation, please be considerate of the life and death of the Azores; the Empire has defeated His Royal Highness Rodría in Western Saklan, and now he has blocked Eboden in two ways!"

"In addition, the life and death of His Majesty the Eagle King is unknown. If no samurai stands out to preside over Da Yi, then he will overthrow ... Hey, hey, don't catch Xue La, Xue La is just a simple and lovely girl, Xue La is a male The eagle king bleeds through the blood, and has made merits for the Azore elves. There is no merit but there is also hard work ... His Royal Highness! Forgiveness, Highness, Highness! Highness ... "

"Even if you don't say anything, I know what Rodria is doing."

His Prince raised his hand and waved, the indifferent elf warriors were about to drop the elf girl who was almost dragging out of the hall, and stood back in the shadows under the corridor pillars on both sides.

The shivering Shiraz knelt down on her knees, trembling and lying on the ground, cheeks almost completely on the floor and dared not move, just like a domestic cat afraid of being thrown out of the door by the owner.

"Rodria Azore, my great brother, a famous warrior, an outstanding commander, a kind child, a royal family, a natural heir, oh, and ..."

Heavy iron boots slammed on the floor tiles, and there was no finger distance from Chela's cheek; the elven girl's body fluttered and quickly hid her small head deeper.

"A well-known lunatic!" Looking down, Siketus said coldly.

Don't say anything, the elf girl shut her mouth and couldn't even breathe.

"So if I follow your‘ suggestions ’and bring these 100,000 outstanding warriors to the east and meet him, do you know what will happen?”

The scabbard hung down, and the elf girl's chin was stiffly raised: "I am asking you to ask you to speak."

"This, this kind of thing, Shiraz ... Shiraz ..." The elf girl was already crying, and tears filled her eyes: "How could Xuela know ..."

"It's very simple, I'm dead."

Sicotus smiled slightly, but it was a terrifying smile: "And my dear brother will add all the crimes to the imperial people, thinking that I will be the king of eagles in the name of revenge and continue his game."

"His game ... That's right, this is the only thing Rodria Azore will care about-duel with a warrior, a game of fighting; traveling alone, a game of adventure; a natural king, a game of conspiracy; Commander army ... "

"It's a game of gambling on the fate of the whole family, stacking all the chips on the balance!" Staring at the eyes, staring at the tearful and soulless expression of the girl:

"For Rodriguez Azore, who has already‘ taken life and death away ’, only such a gamble game can arouse his interest a little bit.”

"And I, the life and death of the Azores, everything ... for him, it ’s like the back story in the game; the living life like you and me is the pieces and chips in his hands-you do n’t need to tell you Me, I know exactly what my brother is. "

"Like I know what you are like, Yu Ting second aide ... oh." With a sneer, Sicottus paused slightly: "Now it's Yu Ting second seat, right, Shiraz."

The elf girl quickly stopped crying, revealing a smile of rogue cat begging like food.

"His Highness, Hirohito Rodria and the King of Eagles don't abandon, Shiraz ..." After half a word, she immediately noticed the impatient Shiraz in the eyes of the elven prince, and immediately changed her mind.

"Because of the great grace of the country, Shella came to death and urged His Highness Sicotus to withdraw his troops and meet with His Royal Highness Rodria in Eboden!" The elf girl quickly said: "The army of the Empire has arrived, Since Lothal ’s combat was not smooth, it ’s better to ... "

"The battle is not smooth?"

"Ah! Shira said the wrong thing! Shira talked nonsense! Your Highness, don't take care, Shira ..."

"boom!"

The iron sheath covered with iron fell heavily, and a cheek against the elf girl's cheek hit a hole on the floor.

"I used a winter time to surround the imperials of the deep forest castle so that they could not find my trouble, and killed all the" relatives "in the ancient wood forest who dare to resist the Azores;"

"I seized hundreds of ogres and found a way to tame them and make them available to the Azores;"

"I captured the Deep Forest Castle, killed their duke, took half of Lotel, and opened up the main road of traffic;"

"If it wasn't for the Empire's reinforcements to arrive, Lotel was already in my pocket, such a victory ..." Sicutus' voice was deep and cold:

"In my dear brother's mouth, has it become a battle?"

"In this way, he spent a month on the coastline, was besieged in Eboden for the whole winter, and he was dead in Goloven ... Is it all the way, winning a big victory?"

"No, no, no! Shera was wrong, shera was wrong, shera shouldn't ..."

"Save it, Your Excellency, the second seat of the Imperial Court, I know what you are." Sicutus interrupted again with a cold hum:

"Your acting skills are wonderful, but I have seen too many wonderful acting skills-compared to them, you are not special."

The elf girl kneeling on the ground trembling, still curling up with her body trembling, her forehead affixed to the cold floor tiles, didn't dare to move.

Several rapid horn sounds came from outside the closed gates-the clearest was the warning siren sounded in the camp, the farthest and most obscure, it should be the imperial march.

In the dead room, the prince Sicotus narrowed his eyes.

"How are the warriors prepared?"

Prince Sicotus' heavy words rang in the hall.

"wait."

An elf warrior walked out of the shadows with his sword and bowed his head: "There is news on the front line that the army of the Empire is only about 50,000-if you order, you can kill them at any time."

"Only fifty thousand?"

"Only fifty thousand."

"What about the banner?"

"It's a black lion's flag-according to the information gathered, it belongs to the Duke of Bairn, Loren Turin; he has the most powerful and well-equipped heavy cavalry among the Empire."

"Have you seen the flag of Lotel, and the red, white and black cross flag of Elmans?"

"No, our sentries did not see the army holding such a flag appear, it should be retreating."

"Retreat ... No, they will not retreat, there is fraud."

Ignored the elf girl curled up on the ground, and as she walked towards the fireplace, a pensive Sikortus frowned slightly.

This is not the total strength of the enemy.

According to the information sent back by the defeated outposts, this Empire's army has at least 20,000 forwards and only a large number of cavalry and powerful, fast-moving projectiles. The total strength should be around 80,000, plus Luo Thiel's remnant soldiers defeated 20,000 people, and at least had 100,000 troops.

In other words, at present, only half of them are advancing towards the fortress camp on the battlefield.

May also be the most elite half, and the rest should be ambushing around.

In the blink of an eye, Sicottus probably guessed the tactics of the enemy.

Uses the most elite army as the leader and decoy to lure himself to attack him head-on; the rest of the army maneuvers, taking advantage of the opportunity of his troops to capture the fortress camp, then inside and outside, and attack on both sides.

Simple tactics, simple but practical.

Of course, such a tactic requires the opponent to have absolute confidence in himself and his army, because if the friendly army cannot capture the fort as scheduled and launch an attack from behind him, he is equal to facing twice as many enemies as he is armed. Twice as much as his Azore Elf warrior.

So either he is a lunatic who seeks to stimulate and desperately like his younger brother Rodria; or he is full of confidence, ready to wipe himself out in a battle here, and wipe it out.

Yes, this seemingly "simple" tactic, the only function is to block the enemy's retreat, and then wipe out as much as possible.

The burning fire reflected the corner of the mouth raised slightly by Prince Sicotus.

He began to understand why the younger brother, who was not afraid of the sky, was so worried about this guy called Loren Turin.

Maybe ... can also bring a little surprise to yourself.

"Open the door, order the frontier position, and all the ogres are thrown on the battlefield-I want to give this little fear to the Duke Byrne, a little surprise."

The big cloak lifted, and Prince Sicotus turned sharply and walked toward the gate in a heavy and steady pace. The elf warriors on both sides immediately stepped forward and opened the gate for him.

"His Royal Highness, will the whole army be dispatched?"

In the shadow of the corridor column, there was the voice of the elf warrior Bi Jingdi respectfully.

"It's not necessary-since he is so confident, I also want to see and know this guy." Sicotus said coldly: "Thirty elite warriors, with the ogre and the group of sincere 'poor relatives' ,enough."

"So ... what about us?"

"As for the rest of the warriors in the camp ... Wait for my signal, and after defeating him in the front, I will tell this ... Lord Duke Byrne, what despair his friends once experienced!"

"What should I do with Her Royal Highness's messenger?"

"Leave it to you, pay attention, don't let her die-the second seat in the four courts, only to die on the battlefield can be worthy of this honor."

"Observe."

The voice fell, accompanied by the back of Prince Sicotus, cheering the elf warrior who immediately followed the prince's departure, and the bang! The slammed door, the burning hall of the fireplace, returned to darkness.

In the center of the hall, only the elf girl curled up on the floor shivering.

"Hoo-hey!"

Take a deep breath, the elf girl who was kneeling on the ground for a second before stretching her arms, stood up like a rabbit taking off, stood up and jumped up and down, her face full of luck.

"Huh-scare Xue La to death, scare Xue La to death, I almost almost thought I was really dead, I was almost a little, a little bit!"

The self-talking elf girl is desperately making gestures, as if to describe how small "a little" it is like a non-existent guy.

One jump, two jumps, three jumps ...

When the girl fell to the ground again, the elf warriors around her had kneeled beside her. The first was the elf warrior who had just talked to Sicotus. The pupils shone with a gray-blue light.

"According to your order, we have controlled all the troops except the guardian warrior of His Royal Highness, a total of 60,000 elites, all of which are assembled according to your will; please order, Master Shella!"

"Sir, please order it!"

Excited voice, no longer just calm.

"Oh, don't say what Mrs. Serra, they are still a cute girl; petite, cute, innocent, childlike, without threats, not big at all."

The smiling embarrassed elf girl scratched her head and played with a short knife "puppet show" in her hand: "But 60,000 elites ... umm ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ This number should be enough to make a trip to His Royal Highness Rodria; So for the sake of hard work, should I give Lori Zade the chief position of the imperial court to the lovely Sheila? "

The cheerful elf girl jumped up and down, accidentally noticing the elf warrior who just took the lead in dragging herself on the floor.

"Master Xuela?"

The samurai raised his head slowly, with a little fanaticism in his eyes.

"You ... well, come here and get closer."

"Observe the order." The samurai knelt and moved forward a few steps.

"It's not enough. Move closer, move a little closer, a little bit is enough ... Um, well, that's it, lower your head, lower it completely, lie down ... Um, then open your eyes and count down, three, two, One……"

boom--!

Showed no signs, the elf girl slammed on the top of his head, and the door with wide eyes hit the cold floor.

But the elf girl didn't stop, but she still smiled and kept pressing **** the back of his head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang ..."

Ten minutes later, the gasping Shiraz finally turned around, carrying her hands like a favorite toy, and happily looked at the remaining elf warriors:

"Okay, the rest is over, let's take action!"

"Follow the order-!"

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