Chapter 977 (1/2)
The flames dissipated and the ice melted.
Only the sea breeze rolled up with the tide blew eboden, which was only broken.
Because of the last ”backtracking” spell launched by corona before his death, all the abnormal conditions of the whole eboden - any existence infected by the force of emptiness - have been restored to the state of 130 years ago.
A hundred and thirty years ago... Let alone human beings, even elves could not have been born!
The blood sacrifice just completed also dissipated completely under corona's ”amendment”, leaving nothing left; Fortunately, there are no more people left in the city, so there are no people involved.
The only unlucky ones are a small number of Elven troops who didn't come and leave the city - because almost every Elven warrior has a certain void reaction, at least as good as a wizard apprentice.
Therefore, they were regarded as ”abnormal conditions” and went back to 130 years ago with the body of evil gods
So now eboden is a veritable ”empty city” - there is nothing left except ruins and ruins.
After experiencing the ”dragon attack”, ”blood sacrifice” and ”backtracking curse” in turn, the terrified elf army always stationed outside the city and dared not approach; It was not until the moon came that the disabled soldiers were gathered and officially stationed in eboden.
After some cleaning, the Elven warriors cleaned the ruins of the nine awn star wizard tower and the direct road from the port gate to the wizard tower. Finally, they really controlled the port and city of eboden.
But that's all.
When the eboden garrison retreated, it was extremely clean, leaving no excess baggage; The things that cannot be taken away have also become coke in the previous bombing.
Booty... There's really only one port and a broken city.
The bloodless little prince woke up from his coma, wrapped his warm blanket tightly, reluctantly opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at the stars.
He lost too much blood, was sleepy and tired, and had to spend the night in such a cold and broken place
All thanks to the Duke of Byrne, Loren Turin.
I don't know how he is now. He's so tired that he should be a little worse than himself?
During the twenty day game, from the initial contact to the most intense confrontation, both sides kept playing their own cards, came up with unexpected tricks for each other, exceeded each other's expected plans one by one, and pushed each other to the edge of death again and again
It's true. Obviously, they all want each other to die, but they can't help but want to care about him for fear that something might happen to him.
This is probably... The tacit understanding and fetters between ”old enemies”?
The little prince couldn't help laughing and frowning.
No... it's not care, it's reluctant.
Only when such enemies and opponents are defeated by themselves and watch him fall into the abyss of despair, can they give full play to their maximum value and reap the greatest surprise.
In case, in case he was careless and died of an accident; Or he was killed by other fools and stupid teammates and fell into the hands of one of his brothers
Isn't that a slap in the face?!
Just this possibility flashed in his mind, the little prince could not help shivering all over, as if he had eaten something disgusting.
”Your Highness rodria...”
The embarrassed chief Wizard of the imperial court, Anson ZAD, approached with his broken arm covered, hesitated and nervous. He looked like a little prince who was thinking about things and stopped talking.
”Say what you want.”
The little prince still looked up at the stars, and his lazy expression was very impatient.
”Imperial court... And all your warriors...” the white haired elf boy with a broken arm twitched his throat and carefully considered the words that would not offend the Prince: ”everyone's mood... Is a little depressed.”
depressed?
Slightly stunned, the little prince slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the elf boy in front of him like a smile; The strange eyes made Anson ZAD fall on one knee and lower his head.
”The mood is a little depressed... Of course.” with an indifferent smile, the little prince whispered:
”Yes, we won the battle of eboden, fought with three dragons, and successfully killed one of them... Write a war report for my father. I dare say none of my brothers will believe it.”
”We won, we won - with less than one tenth of the casualties, we almost defeated and wiped out four times the enemy in the siege, so why...”
”Such a victory tastes like failure?”
The white haired elf boy did not dare to answer or refute. He just lowered his head and closed his mouth tightly.
”Because our enemy is a guy who can turn things around in adversity - because our enemy didn't think about how to defeat us and block us from the beginning, but how to delay our time to seize the city as much as possible and cause greater casualties to us.”
Tired of rubbing his eyes, the little prince whispered to himself: ”because we once saw the hope of seizing the city nearby, in fact, it was the trap buried by each other, which made us experience the pain of being frustrated again and again.”
”In this way, he kept us out of the city for 20 days while saving the lives of most of his soldiers and civilians... Ha.”
”Well, if you don't count the dragon I tried hard to kill in the end - it should be an accident, at least for Loren Turin - our victory may not be worth mentioning compared with his.”
”Because the goal at the beginning was completely different, we and he were both winners in the siege, but... His victory may be more dazzling.”
The silent white haired elf boy could not help nodding slightly.
”It's understandable that everyone's mood is a little depressed. After all, everyone will feel depressed when they see the enemy's success.” the little prince said disapprovingly when he gently breathed out his breath:
”But it doesn't matter, because the enemy will stop fighting for a while and won't dare to attack us. We have plenty of time to rest and spend the next cold winter - wait until the spring of the next year, and then march along the gem River to the enemy's capital.”
Alas?
Anson ZAD was stunned by the little prince's reply.
The enemy won't attack... Why?
Obviously, at present, the morale is low, and the weak elf army is unable to fight again and can't defend the port city.
But he didn't dare say anything more, so he had to bow his head.