Shaman from Afar

The dim fire was beating on the cold fence, half-covered and half-covered, so that the figure behind the iron fence seemed blurred.

"Crunch ..."

A small voice, but in the cell where the needle is audible and dead like a grave, the slightest sound will be infinitely amplified by its only listener, no less than the deafening thunder.

The tightly closed eyes opened slowly, revealing bloodshot eyes; perhaps it was because staying in the dark for too long, even the beating firelight was extremely dazzling, unable to see the figure behind the firelight.

Can only be vaguely distinguished, it is a figure sitting in a chair, red hair red pupil.

Just looking at myself just like myself.

The consciousness, which had been silent for too long, began to roll with the eyes fixed on the other party.

"Brandon ... De Salion?"

"Rhodia Azores."

Brandon, holding his shoulders, sat on the chair with Erlang's legs, staring at the little prince in the dream behind his cell.

"We ... met?"

The dumb, subtle words sound like whispers.

"No." Brandon shook his head:

"This is the first time we two have met."

"But do we know each other?"

"Yes, it's a very familiar kind."

As the words fell, the pupil of the elven prince spread slightly, as if in a certain confusion.

The indifferent Brandon stared at him, staring at the dying, imminent figure; as if it was not Rodria Azore, but him ... Brandon de Salion ... himself.

To be fair, the two really have too many similarities, and even Brandon doubts whether this is a coincidence.

They are all the second sons in the family, and they are all entrusted with infinite hopes but they are not valued very much. , People who do n’t know what they are doing ...

After the Battle of the Boundary Mountain, Brandon learned the whole thing in detail from Loren. After finally figuring out what the eagle king wanted to do, the whole person was shocked.

To threaten the evil god, kill the Holy Cross, and finally replace it ...

This ambition has completely exceeded Brandon's understanding!

While shocked, Brandon gradually realized that his equally omnipotent father was probably planning an equally terrible, arrogant and ambitious plan.

"... in the game, we are outside the chess board, but we are limited to sixty-four black and white squares, manipulating thirty-two pieces to compete.

We do n’t need to care about the chess pieces, they will never replace us, nor will they become our enemies; even if a soldier chess is upgraded, it does not mean anything; even if we eat the king chess, it is impossible to cause any harm to us. .

So ... a sense of substitution? That ’s the idea of ​​the child competing for victory on the chessboard. Do n’t limit your thinking to the chessboard, but surpass it on the chessboard ... "

That ’s right, Eckhardt de Salion, the emperor ’s twelfth-generation emperor, admires the rule of rule in everyone ’s eyes, maintains the empire ’s balance and balance of power, his arrogance, ambition ...

More terrible than the old ancestor Eckhart I of the same name, Brandon the Sage, Charlotte the Queen of Mad Dragons ...

Of course, these are not the most critical.

Loren Turin ... If it weren't Loren, if he wasn't, he was taken back by the Azores, and it's long gone.

Staying in a dark prison, the one who lost his soul and even lost his mind ... should be himself.

The expressionless elf prince opened his eyes slightly, confused as if he was constantly thinking about the impression in his mind.

Brandon sighed in disappointment. When Dalton told himself that this guy had lost his mind, he had hoped that the other party had pretended.

Helplessly got up from the chair, turned his head to leave.

But at the moment when his footsteps went out, Brandon withdrew his footsteps and looked back to the still-confused Rodriguez Azore.

"you……"

"No, you are not allowed to speak, shut up." With undoubted tone, Brandon's words echoed in the cell.

He stared at the desolate figure like he was staring at if there was no Loren ... the other world's self.

"You know, I didn't plan to kill you immediately, although I didn't plan to let you go ... but if, if there is no such accident, I should let you live for a few more years.

It has nothing to do with benevolence. If you live, the empire will still remember such a terrible enemy, which can effectively condense the hearts of most people, let them remember that I took them to win this war, it is me ... To destroy the enemy of the empire.

This is very important to me, and more important to the empire; because ordinary people's ideas are too simple, there is a common terrible enemy that can solve many problems.

But because their ideas are too simple, they ca n’t understand the terrible war between the Holy Cross and the Black Cross, and they ca n’t understand either side ’s win, what kind of result and end this world will fall into ... in their view, these may They don't matter.

Of course, it really has nothing to do with most of them. When you are difficult to live, how do you care if the Black Cross or the Holy Cross are worshipped in the church?

You won't, because you don't understand, don't understand ... just like you and me, you may not even know what a terrible thing your father's eagle king's ambition is, just like I don't understand it now.

This is the similarity between you and me, and it's another reason why I made you survive ... We two, are really similar.

I believe that behind your nonsense and madness, there must be your hardship and reasons for not speaking, because those people do n’t look down on you, despise you, they ca n’t understand you, or they ca n’t keep up with your thinking.

But I am different. I have a few friends who can keep up with my ideas and have close relationships. This is the gap between you and me.

Haha ... do you know what is the most interesting thing? It ’s not that I suddenly found out how terrible my father ’s arrangement was, but I found out that his arrangement ... actually fits my thoughts best.

That's right, although I have repeatedly said that I want to fight against my father's plan, do different things, and become a unique Brandon, but actually ...

I knew very well that I wanted to watch Loren go to die alone.

He is always very objective in doing things, but he rarely has ambitions ... No, no, I ca n’t say that, it should be that he sometimes seems to win just to win, even to win for others, and rarely do anything for himself .

He doesn't seem to care about what he can get, but he only cares about the process in the game ... the left side is right and right, turning danger into danger, and carefully finding the only way to victory ... the process.

When your thoughts and purpose are known, you must obey others ... This is his original words, which in turn means that as long as others do not know your purpose, you will be invincible.

Loren ... He guessed my true thoughts or ... something to hide, so he decided to fight alone.

Think about it from another angle, perhaps because if I quit, he can end the war according to his own ideas ... defeating the heroes of the devil trying to seize the world, it should be given control of the world.

This is taken for granted ... right?

So even knowing that this kind of thought is dark, negative, and extreme, but ... sometimes I can't help but think that Loren Torino ... is really a terrible guy.

Should I say that it is unexpected or reasonable? Whenever I think I know his ambitions and ideas, this guy will always give me new surprises.

Wizard adviser, empire viscount, Lord of Byrne ... and later to assist Poe, destroy the centaurs, suppress the dwarves, suppress Arles, and act like the southern overlord of the empire.

But I can feel that he does not care about these; or that each time the goal is only for a certain purpose, it cannot be called ‘ambition’.

The wizard consultant is to avoid the harassment of the night watchman to himself and those around him;

The empire of the empire gave him the opportunity to fight for the wizarding community in the imperial capital;

Lord Byrne is to protect his beloved Charlotte.

Amazing, I have been with him for so many years but actually ... Lorren Turin, I still know nothing about him.

But one thing is clear to me, Loren Turin ... is my friend.

He is the first friend who can understand me, trust me, and will not abandon my friend after being used by me; I have hurt him, pitted him, and almost killed him more than once, but he did not count I'm too sick.

Yes, I know he actually used me more than once, pitted me, and even threatened me secretly, but ... what does it matter?

We are friends and we know each other's bottom line.

He will not embarrass me, nor will I embarrass him.

I know that Peter Fassa is always alive, and I even know that he is now in the barracks, protected by the people of Byrne and my leader of the night watchman.

But it ’s okay, as long as I do n’t let him appear in front of me, I can accept it; and when I really ca n’t help but want to kill him, Loren ... he also knows how to stop me, making that person never possible Found by me.

This is enough.

Looking at my father with my own eyes, my brother died in a desperate life. I know very well that the so-called emperor is not the one who really controls everything. What's more, even if he really has the world, what can he do with the money he can spend? Life doesn't come, death doesn't go, as for eternal life ...

To put it bluntly, I think it is more of a curse.

I once had such an opportunity to meet with myself when I was young, so I understand ... My world is not those systems, power and money, but people.

When the last person who left a deep impression on your memo leaves you, your world is dead.

When I love, hate, close relatives and estranged people ... when they all die, my world will die with it.

Loren, Fitronai, Sky Vault ... Emperor capital, there is my whole world, if they destroy, my world will be destroyed.

Me, to protect my world.

I want to fight for the people I love, hate, dislike people, people who want to get rid of, people who want to destroy want to protect ... I want to fight for them.

As an emperor, if I want to do this, I have to pay the corresponding price. I will not only give those who are about to die for me a reason to die, but also satisfy some of their ideas.

These ideas can be actual ... money, land, status and privileges, or they can be some fictitious ... titles, honors, or certain wishes.

Only in this way will they be able to fight and die with satisfaction; this is very important to them and important to me.

So do you understand? I need to save my friends, so I need to satisfy those people's ideas.

And what they want most now is not money, title and land, but you.

To be more precise, it should be the head of Rodria Azore, the last Azore elf, and the heir of the eagle queen.

Seeing your head fall to the ground with your own eyes, the corpse separated, and rolling in the muddy pool of blood, it can inspire their morale.

To be fair, there is no personal hatred between you and me, and I didn't plan to embarrass you; in fact ... I still want to make a friend with you, after all, it is really rare to meet guys with similar personalities Opportunity.

But I have no choice, so I can only say sorry.

Can you hear me? I ’m apologizing to you. You should n’t be completely deaf, right?

Uh, can't hear clearly? Then look at it with my eyes, I know you are not blind yet.

Come, open your eyes wide, look here, see clearly, what is this?

Ah ... can't even see it?

... "

With a little disappointment, Brandon withdrew his hand inside the cage and sighed for a long time.

"His Majesty."

The expressionless Edward whispered softly, not knowing when he appeared behind him.

"Are you ready?"

Brandon didn't look back.

"The first batch has already set off on the third day after Loren's departure, and the second batch has been assembled and ready to go."

"how many?"

"Two thousand people."

"A little less?"

"Considering the goals of this battle, the significance and the damage of the various legions are enough. This number is enough, and there is no meaning if there is more."

"Right."

Brandon shrugged seriously, approving the decision.

"So when is it going to be ready?"

"Everything has been arranged ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Due to the responsibility of the barracks, the Duke of Ellerman and the princes are in charge. Byrne has the Countess of the Red Blood Castle. The empire affairs are temporarily entrusted to the royal family and several royal cabinets. ... "

"There are people in the sky dome in the camp?"

"Uh ... there was Leopold Metternich, the former imperial seal minister, and the magistrate of the church, and Lena de Salion, the royal next-door pro. You know, the late military minister Severin de Salion was hers. Guardian, so ... "

"Her husband is Isaac, and I know who she is." Brandon waved his hands lazily and sighed: "Well ... Lena de Salion is counted as Aunt Fitrone, hehe ... if I die In the imperial capital, another empire will be born. "

"His Majesty!"

"Just kidding." Brandon shrugged and pouted at Edward the fuss: "Go, it's time to go."

"Oh, take him with you and call me when you are executed, even if ..." As he walked outside, Brandon pointed to the elven little prince who had long fainted behind him:

"If you say goodbye to the past!"