Chapter 1135 (2/2)
The respected King brother sikotus was completely destroyed, even dead; The Azores in lottel's front line are completely destroyed... Only in this way can Brandon de sallion safely and boldly provoke himself, and he doesn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back when he is retaliated by himself.
As for the reason why he agreed to his proposal... That's even simpler. He had to wait for the army going to lottel to come back and meet him, bet the last chip on the scale of victory, and push himself forward with the high morale brought by the great victory of lottel.
Maybe... That's it.
Of course, I don't rule out the possibility that he is also gambling. I believe that the army he sent will win in lottel, at least it must be a disastrous draw. I dare to do so only when I ensure that there is no danger behind me, otherwise
Although he has seen how impulsive and crazy the ”new emperor” can be, the elf Prince still doesn't think he is the type who is keen to die.
The commander who can be trusted by the other party and will win the battle of lottel... Well, nine times out of ten, it should be Loren Turin.
”The tragic defeat of the battle of lottel is not only the loss of an army of tens of thousands of warriors, but also the direction of attack, a reinforcement that can cover us and distract the enemy.”
”Without lottel, we will have to face the attacks from all directions of the Empire on such a small battlefield as eboden; we may win the first, second and third time... But as long as the war situation does not change, as long as we are still trapped in this small port of eboden... Failure is only a matter of time.”
”Even if we win in the end, we have lost the chance to completely destroy the Empire; maybe a hundred, two hundred, three hundred years... We will confront the enemy separately until one of them is destroyed.”
”This is the situation that we, the whole Azores, are facing right now - the hope of victory is very slim. What we have to seize is the hope of surviving and ensuring the continued survival of the whole race.”
”For this hope, we must win, we can only win... By all means, at all costs, bet everything... Victory!”
The crazy tone echoed in the dead space, making the already frightened followers look more nervous at the back of the elf little prince.
As if there were no one else, rodriya Azor faced the wall, desperately suppressing the crazy rising corners of her mouth and more and more twitching expressions.
Bet on everything, decide the fate of the first war, the final gamble... That is, the final game.
Only he himself knows how long he has been waiting for this day!
Fighting with his life could not make him feel a trace of blood; The gushing plasma has long been unable to stimulate his nerves... Rational judgment and winning games have numbed him for too long, so that there are a little variables, or even failed games, which can make him feel a little excited.
Now... The fate of the whole Azores, the fate of the Azores royal family, and even the future of the world... Are decided in their next game. Their victory or defeat is no longer related to the next 100, 200 or 300 years, but the life and death of a race and a country
Is there any more interesting game than this?!
no This is not a rhetorical question, because of course not!
He picked up the books he had left on the ”hill”, and the elf little prince hit the corner of the living room with his back hand.
”Dang!”
The clang sound seemed to touch some mechanism... The elf attendant couldn't help guessing.
The next second, the suddenly opened ”wall” verified his guess.
”Dong --!”
With a loud noise, the original wall opened to both sides like a sliding door. There was a cold iron fence on the wall and darkness.
”Ah, ah --!!”
With a shrill scream, a dark shadow ”Dong!” hit the iron fence, and the frightened elf attendant trembled.
Not because of the figure, but because of the face.
Chief inspector... ”Idealistic celestial phenomena”... Ogan!
He's still alive?!
The eyes glittering with gray blue light, something like a beast, without a shred of rational expression, crazy movements, chains and shackles from head to foot
But there is no doubt that in front of him is the former chief inspector Ogan, the warrior who had long died in the battle of eboden!
Why is he here? Why is he still alive... No, is he not dead, but has been locked up here all the time? Then why does his highness rodria do this?!
The spirit attendants were confused and didn't know what to do.
”It's very simple. You don't have to do anything.” the elf Prince looked back slowly and glanced at his stunned entourage: ”I'm walking you here for the last insurance.”
”Insurance... Insurance, insurance?!”
The elf attendant stammered at his Highness the prince.
”Yes, that's why I want to share my plan, my... Victory... Plan with you.” the first hand stuffed Ogan's head into the cell, and the elf Prince tilted his head and looked at his entourage:
”As you can see, I resurrected our chief inspector with the help of a second royal court; in that case... Guess what else I resurrected - hint, guess right, there is a reward.”
What has been resurrected... What needs to be resurrected... Secret weapons in eboden... Er
”Dragon?”
The entourage inquired tentatively, ”you... Resurrected the dragon you killed?”
The elf Prince's eyes lit up.
”Oh, you're smart!” Rodriguez Azores nodded and looked at him meaningfully:
”So the last question... Guess... I have to try my best to hide the plan of building the king's court to open up the eboden underground transportation network...”
”And for what?”