Shaman from Afar

At the same time, the Eboden front, the Imperial Army Camp.

"Seriously, I'm a bit confused."

Scratching his head, Brandon's unbelievable expression looked like a curiosity, and stared at the two figures on the opposite side like a smile-two Azore elf warriors, a man and a woman.

To be more precise, the commander of the opposite Azore elf, Rodria Azore, was sent to be the messenger responsible for the negotiation.

The originally spacious camp was filled with imperial knights, two Grand Dukes of Boe and Arles, personal assistants of the two Grand Dukes, Alberd, the Royal Wizard's adviser, and the night watchman responsible for the guard ... so it seemed a little crowded.

The two elf warriors standing in the middle of the camp under the chandelier had the illusion of being surrounded by groups.

"Look, we are at war, you killed tens of thousands of us, we killed tens of thousands of you ... er ... elves, I don't know how to count your number, head? Block? Only? Strip? Root? … It does n’t matter anyway, after all, one of us wants to kill the other, and the rest will be left to the headache. In short ... ”

"I really don't understand what you are here for. Isn't the head I specially sent you back last time not enough for your prince to understand what I mean?"

Under the tense atmosphere, the expressions of the two elf warriors were obviously unnatural, as if they were holding back their anger.

"Dear His Highness Brandon de Salion, as you know, we are the messengers sent by His Royal Highness Rodria Azores, come to communicate with you and negotiate."

Squeezing his lips tightly, one of the more mature middle-aged male elf warriors took the first half of the step. "With regard to the contradictions and disputes between the two parties, His Royal Highness believed that it was the result of the two parties' failure to understand each other, so ..."

"Before opening, please report your name."

Grandmother Salika, a machete, snorted softly and said coldly, "Why, wouldn't it be true that you Azores elves don't even understand this politeness, so we have to teach it?"

The expressions of the two elf warriors are even more ugly.

"I'm terribly sorry." The elf warrior had to bow his head. "Please forgive our negligence, under ..."

"Oh, what if you don't forgive?"

Brandon, who tilted his head, deliberately steals again.

"In the Shimonai Weiting Chief Bermond, and this is the adjutant Fulan." The calm Weiting Chief biting his teeth, quietly pressed the female elf warrior who wanted to draw a knife behind him.

"We can understand His Highness's distrust of us, just as His Royal Highness Rodria had the same preoccupation with the Empire-both of us are still at war, and it is not very easy to build trust."

"But if it is still possible to try, after all, it is good for both of us." The chief of the Wei Ting argued that "you need time to reorganize your army, and His Royal Highness is doing the same thing that night. The battle is enough to show that neither of us is ready for the final battle, so why should we be so anxious? "

"It would be better for us to put down the war temporarily, set a truce period, and discuss a condition that is acceptable to each other; under the assumption that such a result is good for the two great nations, so why can't we let go of the conflict of will, Choose a more favorable solution? "

After a few words, Chief Wei Ting stepped back half-step, silently awaiting Brandon's decision.

In the quiet atmosphere, the entire prince almost lying on the chair tilted his head, an impatient expression, and it took a long time to recover, and his right hand pointed at the chief of Wei Ting with his index finger.

"You ... finished?"

The chief of Wei Ting nodded slightly.

"Very good, because I thought I was going to talk about the end of the world-you just wandered and reminded me of my former wizard advisor."

With a corner of his mouth, Brandon glanced at his granddaughter, and the two smiled very understandingly. "There is a question about the elf messenger I cut down before. What did your highness say? of?"

Such a provocative question, the Chief Wei Ting had long expected

"His Royal Highness thought that the death of the last messenger, His Excellency Deon, was purely a misunderstanding, and that was precisely the reason for the stubbornness between us."

"Oh, it's like my uncle Severin de Salion, and his four hundred guards ..." Squinting, Brandon's tone rose gradually.

"It's just a misunderstanding, it's a shame but there is no chance of recovery. So ... just forget it?"

"Although it is not easy to compare, if you are willing to accept it, it doesn't matter." Chief Wei Ting is not humble

"Since the two sides are destined to use a glorious duel to determine each other's destiny, why bother to cause more deaths and injuries for this dispute of will? Whether the elves or the imperials, both sides are noble and glorious nations, there is no need Destroy everything because of impulse. "

"Poof!"

Brandon smiled

"Noble and glorious people, there is no need to destroy everything because of impulse ... Seriously, I almost believe it when you look at it!"

"Really! I almost forgot that you provoked the elves of the ancient wood forest to declare war on the empire, and sent the assassination of the princes of the Principalities and father Eckhar II at this moment, causing the invasion of monsters in the Valley of Blood Skeleton, and in the mountains of the Boundary. Killed my brother, and the soldiers looted our land ... "

"Oh, as well as my uncle Severin de Salion, who also cut your head and burned it to carbon ash, why did I almost forget it ?!"

Brandon, whose mouth was rising wildly, became more and more excited, and finally shouted out.

"Ban --- !!!!!!"

The frightened female elf Fran instinctively held the knife handle, and the imperial knights in the camp huddled up almost at the same time. In the crowded camp, the piercing sharp blade burst into an instant.

"Stop it! Keep calm!"

Seeing that the situation would be out of control, several officers quickly stood up to maintain order; and the equally stunned Chief Wei Ting immediately stopped the frightened adjutant

"His Royal Highness, we are engaged in an all-out war that determines the two great nations. This is what war is all about-there will be innocent people dying, there will be people we care about dying, and will cause countless destruction and death inevitable!"

"We have created so much hatred, we can't resolve it, but at least we should treat it objectively-emotional use is always helpless, it can only make things worse, and it is impossible to recover!"

The sonorous words echoed through the camp;

The imperial knights who were so angry that they broke the persuasive words, could not help but fall into thinking.

Of course, this will definitely not include a embarrassing prince.

"The eloquence is good, don't be a samurai, I think you can be a speaker."

The frivolous Brandon snapped his fingers and waved to both sides before the knights retreated.

Looking at this impulsive and normal imperial prince for a while, Chief Wei Ting no longer knew what to say.

"Let's talk about the conditions of His Royal Highness, did you two come here for this?" Brandon, who didn't care, returned to his seat and looked at them with a crooked head. "If I agree to a temporary truce, he What are the conditions? "

Chief Wei Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"With regard to the truce, His Royal Highness Rodria has only two proposals." The female elf warrior Fran, who had no opportunity to speak on the side, took a step forward in righteousness.

"First, the two sides use the trenches and defensive facilities outside Ebogen as the dividing line. Both sides set up garrisons at the border and ensure that they do not cross the border before the end of the truce;"

"Second, the Azores will not block the channel of the Jewel River, but the Empire will not take the opportunity to cross the border from the direction of the Jewel River to attack the coast of Eboden or any Azores ships arriving in Eboden; in return, we also Will not send a fleet south to attack your territory on both sides of the river bank. "

After talking, the female elf warrior looked nervously at the pensive Brandon, waiting for the other party's reply; the flaming red pupil seemed to flash something that she could not detect.

Brandon had probably figured out what the other person was thinking.

Two proposals, the first one is more beneficial to the empire, so that you do n’t have to worry about the logistics line and the impact. The second one is good for the Azores, which is to let the empire watch his reinforcements arrive. Can't do it.

Of course, whether it is beneficial is all talked about. This agreement cannot be enforced by the other side, and it is only a momentary thing to be broken-the guy who is stupid enough to believe the enemy cannot live to the present.

What Brandon is really thinking about is the real purpose of the other party's proposed truce.

Waiting for the arrival of reinforcements can indeed enhance the bargaining power and winning rate of the negotiations, but in the battlefield of Ebden he has a million troops, and he can really put into battlefield confrontation, war, fighting ... not more than 200,000, deduct My own side is at most one hundred thousand, and the rest are only reserve troops who can only stare.

Although he doesn't think that a battle can decide each other's victory or defeat, but if you want a quick battle and a quick decision, the one who doesn't want the truce most should be the opposite.

So what is he really waiting for?

If it is not reinforcements, it should be another person who can change the whole situation ... or something.

Brandon suddenly thought of something and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Lotel?

Could it be that the little princes opposite each other, in fact, like themselves, are waiting for the battle of Lothal? !

Indeed ... If the Azores won the Battle of Lotel, it was equivalent to completely controlling the western part of the empire and the passage to the emperor and Eboden, and they were immediately struck by both sides of the enemy and cut off the back line; if so, It is indeed enough to be a turning point in the battle.

But it is a pity, because the person who leads Lottel is the most trusted wizard advisor; if even Loren Turin can't win the Battle of Lottel, then he really has nothing to say.

Come on, gamble!

"……can."

Almost at the moment when the two elf warriors were about to give up, Brandon suddenly said, "I agree with His Royal Highness Rodria Azore's proposal."

The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"call--!"

The chief of Wei Ting, who breathed a sigh of relief, involuntarily showed a happy expression on his face, and quickly stepped forward to salute, "His Royal Highness, I assure you, you will never regret this decision!"

"Then ... it's not something you can decide, sir." Brandon didn't even look at him at all. "You're just a tool for talking, don't take yourself too important."

"Yes, that's it!" Chief Wei Ting didn't have any rebuttal thoughts at all. "Will you have any conditions and suggestions? If possible, I'd like to convey your words to His Royal Highness intact."

"No, I think this agreement is good enough-if we can all abide by it and can see the day it fails."

"It is true, then Your Highness, please allow us to say goodbye."

As the words fell, the two elf warriors had just finished speaking, and could not wait to leave.

"and many more!"

Before they could turn around, Brandon said coldly, "Who allows you to leave?"

"His Highness Brandon?"

A moment of consternation flashed on the chief of the Wei Ting, and he saw Brandon raise his hand, and the imperial knights on both sides swarmed up, pressing him and the adjutant directly to the ground!

There is no time to rebel-as early as the moment they stepped into the gate, Albold had opened the ice barrier, closing off the possibility of the two elf warriors using any force of the void.

"Your Highness, what are you doing? Your Highness?"

The chief of the Wei Ting shouted eagerly, and the Imperial Knight behind him had seized the opportunity to **** the Sabre of him and the adjutant.

"What to do, I think what I have to do is already obvious." Brandon's expression "I know too much what you are talking about"

"Obviously, I'm going to kill you ... what's wrong?"

The chief of Wei Ting who was blocked was almost speechless. "Excuse me, I ca n’t use my emotions ..."

"No, no, no effort, you really want too much." Brandon shrugged. "I will still obey the agreement with your prince, but I plan to kill you and put the 'reply' with your head. Send it back. "

"As for **** you ..." His Royal Highness looked back

"Duke Arles?"

"in!"

In response, the respectful Nolan Odd stepped forward and walked out of the crowd.

"If I remember correctly, Arles has a long tradition of skinning and is very good at using this method to torture prisoners."

Ignoring the sudden changes in the surrounding crowd ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ There are two elves with wide-eyed eyes, and Brandon smiles and opens his mouth

"I'm a little curious, can I see it for myself-what is the skin of a living person?"

"Your Highness! You cannot do this ..."

Without waiting for the words to finish, Chief Wei Ting's head was pressed to the ground, and the Empire Knight behind him strangled his mouth with a chain, so violent that he broke several teeth.

"His Royal Highness, this ..." The astonished Nolan Odd looked at his surroundings and swallowed. "We usually peel off after killing criminals-living people peel, just to deter the enemy and ... … "

"So say ..." Brandon blinked

"Duke Arles, will you do it?"

Without even a second's hesitation, Nolan Oder knelt on one knee

"Your Highness must get what you want!"

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