Shaman from Afar

Eberden coast, early morning.

The spring sun turned the icy water into golden waves, accompanied by eagle-like horns, and another warship flying the Azores flag, anchored in Eboden's graceful coastline port.

On the originally unobstructed beach, there are many more simple pier built with logs and bricks for ships to dock with a dozen stone roads connected to Shing Mun Avenue.

As for the city wall that was originally facing the port, it was almost completely demolished, leaving only the original towers and fortresses; all the building materials were moved to the coast, and turned into warehouses, docks, watch towers, and various port facilities.

But the castle, the Eberden dock, the large warehouse that was originally destroyed by the war in the middle of the war ... The elves spent only one winter to repair all the port facilities, and there are more "Azov Style ".

Not only that, the port of Ebden today is even more lively than any previous generation.

Thousands of warriors lined up in a loose but neat queue, leaving the battleship and embarking on the coast, converging along the direction of the small stone to the city gate like a trickle;

At the pier, elf warriors wearing only thin blouses on the upper body dragged the rough rope, shouting neat horns and dragging the battleship into the harbor;

The elves who carried the shelves, lifted the trailers, and held the slings constantly unloaded the wooden boxes filled with cargoes from the incoming battleships, transported the trailers along the wooden rails on the dock, and rushed towards a A small warehouse near the dock; the next group of elves will be responsible for transferring them from the small warehouse to the distribution warehouse at the city gate, and then transported to the city, repeating;

After the warship was transported to the dock, part of it had already been sent to the homeland, part of it was looted as much as possible along the Jewel River and the coastline of the empire, and part of it was dismantled into building materials for the construction of docks, ports and cities. Various facilities;

Relying on the original reserves in the city of Eboden, plus the logistics supply of the ocean-going fleet, several large-scale looting in the east and west Sakland and the imperial coastline ... The supplies in Eboden at this time have been filled to the point that nothing is lacking, even if When the empire is completely blocked, it can still temporarily maintain a stable supply;

The original ruined city has become a "military camp" of cross roads and large and small brick and wooden houses-training grounds, central squares, camps, restaurants, water channels, sewage channels ... thousands of noble wizards and tens of thousands of poor people The living city, after arranging the space as reasonably as possible, is enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of Azores.

The Azores did not stop there. They wanted more than just a gathering place, but a brand new, capital city of the Azores ... Even under the premise of scarce materials and tight land, they still Originally the Eboden Parliament was the core, and the eagle king king court was first built.

The five-tiered castle towering into the sky, the triple observation tower at the octagon of the castle, the red wall of the colonnade built around the city, and the pond courtyard with red leaves flying ... The eagle king's court, which is completely built according to the specifications of the native land, shows the Azores. Their ambitious ambitions vowed to rebuild their kingdom on this land and raise the flag of Azores.

Ebden was the beginning of this ambition.

The bottom of Wang Ting hides the darkest corner of this ambition.

The thick and cold stone walls were decorated with delicate wooden boards, bright fluorite chandeliers, tables and chairs and coffee tables. Using the clever drainage technology of the Azores elves, the original cold and wet underground space became cool. Pleasant living room.

The only thing that can't be changed is the dead silence.

After retreating to Ebden, the elf little prince began to like this well-crafted basement living room—a quiet and extreme atmosphere and a slightly suppressed atmosphere, allowing him to calm down and calmly think about problems.

"The information just sent is news about the negotiations, Your Highness."

The young elf followed the kneeling by the coffee table, carefully opened a blood-stained note, and turned his gaze to the other end of the living room-the elf prince sitting against the wall floor was reading through a copy of the Nine Mansions by the light of the wall lamp above his head. The remaining books of the Star Wizard Tower.

On his side, all the turned books and parchment were piled up like a hill.

"The imperial crown prince ... or rather the imperial emperor Brandon de Salion, has agreed to your proposal; the two sides will use the Eboden line as the boundary and no longer needless fighting before the official war, except this Besides, the other party did not make any other request; just ... "

The elf follower suddenly paused, his expression changed.

"Just ... what?" The little elf didn't look up, as if he didn't care

"Read it."

"Ah! Uh ... obey, obey!" The awakened elf followed up quickly, and there was a trace of tremor in his voice. "Only, just the chief of the Wei Ting who was in charge of the negotiation and his deputy adults were killed by the other party, and the means was extremely cruel ! "

Looking at the description on the letterhead, as well as the remaining blood on the paper and the smell of not knowing what it was, the elf follower was scared away, and even the words were almost unfavorable.

"Peeling ... decapitation ... burning corpses in public ... The letterhead that was replied was attached to the heads of two adults. They were thrown into the barbed ditch by two imperial cavalry. They were only found this morning ... Um!"

The elf with convulsive expression covered his mouth, his eyes wide open, and tried his best to restrain the urge to spit out.

"That's it ..." Brandon's tone was still calm, and he quickly turned a few pages without lifting his head. "The process of execution ... was it seen by our soldiers?"

"... Yes, there are almost tens of thousands of people that I have heard and seen." The elf followed the nod of panic, and had not recovered from the fear just now.

"Then bury the heads of both of them, well ... just under the triple pagoda on the side of the king's gate facing the port," Rodria Azore tilted his head.

"The funeral must be beautiful enough to allow all the samurai to attend the ceremony and hold a ceremony. Then I will go to the funeral in person ... do they have relatives or children?"

"Uh, it seems ... there are."

"Let them be present, especially those who know them. Those who have a good relationship with them ... well, gather all the remaining samurai in the four courts."

"Observe."

The elf followed his bow and saluted, and took the second letter from the side coffee table. "Next is information about the battle of Lothal, brought by a samurai warrior beside His Highness Sicotus. He ... "

"Stop, don't read it."

With a snap, the little elf prince tossed the book in his hand on the "hill" beside him, interrupting the entourage "What happened to Lotel, I have probably guessed it."

"Your Highness?"

"Don't understand? It doesn't matter, I can explain it to you." Looking at the confused expression of the entourage, the little elf prince seemed to suddenly come in delight, and said cheerfully.

"It's actually very simple, you think the opposite ... Why did Brandon de Salion agree with my proposal and in front of me while killing the messenger I sent-willing to provoke peace and madness, this Are there no contradictions? "

The elf nodded stunnedly, looking at the little prince's increasingly playful smile.

"The answer is simple ... this point is not contradictory-and there is only one reason why he dares to do this, and that is the victory or defeat of the Battle of Lotel."

Only the victory of the Battle of Lothal can give the opposite emperor the courage to do so.

The esteemed brother Sicotus was annihilated by the whole army, or even died; the army of the Azores on the front line of Lothal was annihilated ... Only in this way can Brandon de Salion defy himself boldly and without provocation. Worried about being backstabbed when he was retaliated against.

As for the reason why he agreed with his proposal ... it is even simpler. He will wait for the army heading to Lotel to come back to join him, betting the last chip on the winning balance, and winning the victory belt by the battle of Lotel The high morale came and pushed myself with a wave.

Probably ... that's the case.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he is also gambling, and he has determined that the army he sent will definitely win in Lotel, at least it must be a tie-breaking tie, to ensure that he dares to do so, otherwise ...

Although I have seen how impulsive and crazy this "new emperor" can be, the elf prince still does not think it is the type that is keen to find death.

And the commander who can be trusted by the other party and will definitely win the battle of Lothal ... well, it should be Loren Turin.

"The fiasco of the Battle of Lothal is not only a large army of tens of thousands of warriors, but also a direction of attack, a reinforcement that can cover us and make the enemy have to be distracted."

"We who have lost Lotel will have to face offenses from all directions of the empire in such a small battlefield as Ebden; we may be able to win the first time, the second time, the third time ... but as long as the battle does not appear Change, as long as we are still trapped in this little port of Eboden ... Failure is just a matter of time. "

"Even if we win in the end, we have lost the last chance to completely destroy the empire; maybe it will be one hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years ... We will stand against the enemy until the destruction of one of them."

"This is what we are now, the situation facing the entire Azores-the hope of victory is very slim, and the last thing we want to catch is to live and ensure the survival of the entire race."

"For this hope, we must win, we can only win ... whatever, whatever, whatever, and bet on everything ... victory!"

The crazy tone echoed in the dead space, making the entourage a little frightened, looking at the back of the little prince more nervously.

Rodriguez Azore, who was unattended, faced the wall, desperately suppressing the corners of his mouth rising wildly and the expression of convulsions.

Betting on all the outcomes, the battle that determines fate, the ultimate big bet ... is the ultimate game.

Only he knows best how long he waited on this day!

Fighting with his life, he has long been unable to make him feel a trace of blood; the spouting plasma has long been unable to stimulate his nerves ... Rational judgment, a game of victory, has made him numb for too long, too long, so that there is a little bit Variables, even failed games, can make him feel a little excited.

And now ... the fate of the entire Azore elf, the fate of the Azores royal family, and even the future of this world ... all decided in his next game, his victory is no longer related to the next 100 years, Two hundred years or three hundred years, but a race, a country's life and death ...

Is there a more interesting game than this? !

Do not! This is not a rhetorical question, because of course there is no more!

Picking up the book that he landed on the "hill", the elf little prince hit the corner of the living room with his backhand.

"clang!"

The clanging sound seemed to touch something ... the elf follower could not help guessing.

The next second, the suddenly opened "wall" verified his guess.

"Boom--!"

With a loud noise, the original wall opened like a sliding door to the sides, and there was an extra cold iron fence on the wall, and there was darkness and darkness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"

Along with a scream of screams, a black shadow "Boom!" Crashed into the iron fence, and the frightened elf followed the whole body with trembling.

Not because of that figure, but because of that face.

Chief Superintendent ... "Wonderful Sky" ... Eugen!

Is he still alive? !

The eyes flashing gray-blue light, something like a beast, no sensible expression, crazy movements, chains and shackles from head to toe ...

But there is no doubt that before him is the former chief of the court, Eugen, the warrior who should have died in the battle of Ebden!

Why is he here, why is he still alive ... No, is n’t he originally not dead but has been kept here, why did His Royal Highness do so? !

The elf followed his head in a mess, completely ignorant of what he should do.

"It's simple, you don't need to do anything." The little elf prince, who slowly looked back, glanced at his nearly frightened follower. "I'm walking here for the last insurance."

"Guarantee ... protect, protect, insurance ?!"

The elf stammered at his prince.

"Yes, I have to share my plan with you for this ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ My ... triumphant ... plan." The leader put Eugen's head into the cell, and the little elf prince tilted his head and looked at his own Follower

"As you can see, I resurrected our Chief Superintendent with the help of a second seat of the imperial court; in this case ... guess what I have resurrected-prompt, guess there is a reward."

What has been resurrected ... Is there anything that needs to be resurrected ... In the city of Ebden ... Secret weapon ... Uh ...

"Dragon?"

The entourage tentatively asked, "You ... resurrected ... the dragon you killed?"

The little prince's eyes lit up.

"Oh, you are smart!" Rodria Azore nodded, looking at him meaningfully

"Then the last question ... Guess what ... I'm going to try my best and even use the construction of Wang Ting to conceal the plan to open up the Ebden underground transportation network ..."

"What is it for?"

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