Chapter 1065 (1/2)
The thunder faded and the dark clouds dispersed.
In the cold wind howling Valley, the escaped cavalry were frightened and looked around carefully; When they saw that the torch in the flag officer's hand was still burning and the imperial flag was still flying, they showed their ”happy” look one after another.
The thunder storm that lasted nearly a quarter of an hour seemed to have spent a whole life in the memory of many cavalry; In the personal diaries of many knights and officers, almost all use similar writing to describe the battle of blood skeleton Valley on this day:
”... when the sun sets, we launch the final charge with Duke Byrne to the abyss of hell; we fight with the devil in hell, fight with the scream of the dead, and hold high the banner of the Empire in the storm of thunder and landslides;
We fight with flag guns, cheer up courage with shouts and overcome fear with sacrifice. We are surrounded by demons as many as sand, as dense as ants and as fearful as flood, and there is no way back;
Until the Duke defeated the devil and tore open the door of hell with the ”dawn” sword, he was able to return to the world... ”
However, no amount of exaggeration, gorgeous and cumbersome words can describe the complex mood of the cavalry's tears of joy after surviving and the gradually cold grief of the robes around them.
When they looked up, they found that there was no rotten corpse devil in the whole valley.
Hundreds of thousands of demons, enough to drown the duanjie mountain, disappeared into the blood skeleton valley.
There was nothing left except the ”gravel” everywhere.
”Imperialists, assemble --!”
Waving the battle flag left by the dead flag officer, the count of white horse peak shouted in the valley: ”I'm Sir Barry gray of white horse peak, the cavalry commander personally appointed by the Duke!”
”In the name of the Duke, I command you to immediately gather near the flag officers around you and close to the nearest torch you can see; all heralds and trumpeters who hear my voice will immediately sound the assembly horn and assemble the army!”
”Rescue the wounded around you and help your comrades in arms - whether he is a saxophone, Boyi or Bain, whether they are attendants or knights, soldiers or officers, I order you in the name of the Duke to protect your comrades in arms!”
”The last and most important order - any cavalry who finds the Duke must report immediately, obey all his requirements, and hand over your mount to the Duke. This is a military order! Repeat, this is a military order!”
The panting count of white horse peak waved behind him and asked the herald cavalry to disperse nearby.
”Do you think you can find Lord Loren as soon as you do this?”
One side of Lucian turned his head and looked anxiously at regrell: ”when his mood is relieved, it means that the battle is over - whether Lord Loren won or not, he must be very dangerous now...”
”No matter how anxious you are, he is still as dangerous!” snapped count regrell. ”Calm down, our Duke is not so fragile; our knights are more loyal than they seem.”
”Don't forget, when the Duke rushed down, none of them hesitated or turned back. Isn't that enough to prove their loyalty?!”
The grey pupil boy who clenched his lower lip really had nothing to refute. He could only look around and look at all possible places.
At this moment
”Come on, I found it!”
”We found it. The Duke is here!”
”Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, report the Duke's position!”
... the noisy words and the confused sound of horses' hoofs made Lucian suddenly turn his head and see a group of cavalry holding torches and flags in the distance.
”Lucian, go find some magic hunters who know medicine and give them to the Duke... Hello, Lucian!”
The grey pupil boy who didn't hear the cry of regrell behind him had already taken the lead and galloped away with his horse.
When he pushed away the attendants who came forward to question his identity, waved a flag gun and said that he wanted to protect the Duke's safety, he rushed through the crowd impolitely, and saw a figure standing on the sword in the wilderness with a somewhat disappointed expression.
In front of the figure was a headless corpse who was covered in blood and curled up on the ground; Its back is arched, its hands are hanging on both sides, and it is still.
From a distance, it was like kneeling in front of the black haired wizard standing on the sword and bowing to his knees.
But Lucian didn't care about that at all. He got off his horse and approached the dark haired wizard carefully - he had a faint touch. Lord Loren in front of him seemed to be a little different from before.
It's not the physical changes, but now he can feel his fear of the dark haired wizard in the depths of his consciousness.
That fear... It's like facing Asriel and black cross serliol for the first time.
”Lucian?”
Looking back slowly, the dark haired wizard brightened his eyes, smiled and shouted softly.
”Lord Loren!” the grey pupil boy hurried forward and his eyes involuntarily stopped on the bloody headless body in front of him:
”This... This is the devil and the culprit of the spirit invasion... That... The eagle king of the Azores?”
Lauren nodded, indicating default.
”In that case, is it the end of the war?”
Surprised, Lucian blurted out, and then realized that his words were simply extreme: ”ah... Ah, I don't mean that. I mean... If the king is killed, at least the attack of the Azores Elves will slow down?”
”At least they will want to redeem the body of the eagle king, and then elect a new eagle king; the Empire and Byrne can take this opportunity to rest for a while, or launch a raid on the confused Azores.”
”Maybe even... They will fall into the civil war for the throne and have no time to consider the invasion!” the grey pupil said more and more excitedly.
Can't bear to interrupt his Loren, can only be a bitter smile.
In fact, at the beginning, Lucian's idea was basically similar to that of the black haired Wizard - if the eagle king, the Lord of the Azores, could be captured alive, he must be a very good hostage and prisoner; Although we don't expect this to make the elves surrender, it can at least make them fall into short-term chaos and strive for opportunities.
Even further, as Lucian said, when they were in the process of competing for the throne or electing a new king, they rested or launched a large-scale raid to completely destroy the offensive momentum of the Azores and regain the initiative of the war.
But after a short communication, Loren found that the situation was not as simple as he thought.
The Azores who have given everything will never accept the failed peace; The Empire, which paid a heavy price, could not accept that the elves could leave safely after the invasion.
At least... You don't have to think about using the eagle king's head to win advantage for the Empire.