Chapter 334 (1/2)

The moment connord de sallion appeared, the whole atmosphere was not quite right.

Even without looking into their eyes, Loren could deeply feel the strong enthusiasm and excitement from the soldiers kneeling on one knee, which was simply the ”power” that could exist only in the crazy believers.

These Legion soldiers... Whether they are the flag regiment of Brandon's guard or the guard of duanjie mountain fortress, they all want to die for this man at once - I'm afraid that even if connord orders to charge the dragon, they will probably be fearless to die and rush one after another against the dragon!

Just standing there will immediately reverse the situation and isolate Brandon and Loren... What kind of lofty prestige does connord de sallion have in the imperial Legion?

Anyway, it must be higher than Brandon described

Loren glanced obliquely at the prince who was already sweating. At this moment, he had no calm and complacency, and was flattering from head to foot.

”Hey, brother Connaught, this cloak is really suitable for you! The fire red robe, the red hair handed down by the desalion family, and the black armor, um... Mature colors and symbols, will never be out of date... Oh, sister-in-law phillanai, let me give you a voice greeting. I hope you have a smooth wind and water in duanjie mountain fortress...”

Brandon, who took the first two steps with a smile, gestures with the soldiers kneeling around. The dead atmosphere makes people gasp for breath and makes the prince's smile more and more embarrassing:

”It seems that you have gone with the wind and water for a long time...”

”Brandon...”

The crown prince shook his head and sighed, as if he had been completely helpless to his mischievous brother.

”Er... Do you want to hear me tell you about it?”

Connord walked forward. Brandon, who was standing there, smiled brightly and looked up at his blood brother. Two desalions, one left and one right, appeared in Loren's sight at the same time.

How to put it, the hard words are some kind of inexplicable subtlety - the two people look almost the same, but they are exposed to the wind and sun in the North all the year round. In addition, Connor, who is a few years older, is more mature and slightly vicissitudes than Brandon, but the gap is not obvious at a glance.

The real difference lies in the distinct aura of the two people. This makes it possible to distinguish the identities of the two de saleans at a glance, even if they see them at the same time for the first time.

”I've learned something from Ernst, although it's not surprising - it's unrealistic to expect Brandon de sallion to be obedient!”

”He is worthy of being Connaught's Royal brother.” Brandon smiled more brightly: ”you really know me!”

”I'm not praising you.”

Connord's voice was like a steel sword sharpening the edge. Although he was talking to Brandon, his fierce eyes never left the black haired wizard standing there from the moment he stepped into the training ground.

”Well, expected.” Brandon, still smiling, put his hands on his back and said faintly.

Connord glanced at Brandon and strode to the interrogation platform of the training ground. The middle-aged Knight Ernst behind him hurried to follow.

”What about the soldier who got a lot of money from my brother? Bring him here. I want to see him --!”

”The boy ran away,” the Legion sentry kneeling on the ground stood up and spat contemptuously on the ground:

”When we came, we saw him sneak away and just left the fortress.”

Connord squinted, his eyes cold.

”Ernst.”

”Your Highness?” the loyal middle-aged Knight hurried forward.

”That bastard... There's no need to interrogate, hang directly, and my Legion doesn't need garbage!”

”Cavalry have been sent to chase him, and we can catch him back tonight.” Ernst looked cold. ”My subordinates will let other soldiers understand what the cost of violating military discipline is.”

”Very good. You can do the rest. I have to solve a lot of problems left by the emperor's brother first.” he waved behind him, and Connor's eyes moved to the training ground.

The storm of duanjieshan fortress is very rapid. Even in this early winter, a thin layer of snow has been accumulated on the ground in just a few minutes, dyeing the bones white.

When seeing the dead Legion soldiers, Connor's expression obviously changed a little, and his eyes slowly moved to the black haired wizard in the center of the training ground with a trace of anger:

”You did all this?”

”If you mean these legions who were going to kill me at the duel trial but were killed by me...”