Chapter 564： select (1/2)

The glimpse of the dragon disappeared into the sky. Except for a few people, almost no one knows that a legendary race is paying attention to this land. The world is running as always, the big day rises and falls, the weather is day by day. Warming up and gradually approaching the summer seems to be in the blink of an eye, the spring is over, and the rush is frustrating.

The re-ignited war in the eastern plains of the Holy Spirit ignited for a while and then stopped unconsciously.

At the Great Wood Crossing, the two military forces confronted the fortress and the plains. The large and small fortifications were intertwined, and the whole area was cut and smashed. There were blockades everywhere, and the flags of the kingdom or the eastern people were everywhere. Soldiers and knight officers patrolled between these criss-crossed blockades, cautiously patrolling the land that was temporarily belonging to them, and guarding the flags that were close to them, but it is undeniable that the short and fragile armistice The situation has been established.

There are rumors, in this era when it is almost impossible to effectively control information, as long as a message is passed into people’s ears and there are daring people moving around the region, it will spread between the crowds and spread. In the process, there are countless grotesque versions.

Some people say that the kingdom army has suffered a great defeat. The silver castle has been unable to withstand the pressure. The Wangdu nobles are negotiating with the east, and some people are circulating the opposite version. Some people say that the Tifeng empire is on the verge of the border, and the pressure from foreign enemies has led. The two armies have ceased fighting, and some people have linked this strange situation to the plague that has recently occurred in the area of ​​the Giant Wood Crossing.

In all versions of the rumors, the most reliable news came from the breeder who worked for the East Army Corps, who vowed to claim that he saw the elf's giant eagle flying from the northwest, and the elf messenger entered Prince Edmund. The fortress, the command of the temporary armistice, was passed down shortly after that.

On the east side of the giant wooden crossing, in the newly built fortress, a tall sentinel stands on the wall, and Edmund Moen, who has a black armor and has a beard, stands at the top of the tower and looks at the scattered parts of the plain. Flags and large and small wooden camps, the wind from the southwest blew through the towers, scrolling over the flag of Prince Moen, hunting.

A burst of iron boots came from behind, and the Duke of Silas Loren, who was dressed in the whole body, came to the tower. The Duke of the East said, "The elves have gone, Your Highness."

"If they come seven days later, the giant wooden crossing is ours," Edmund Moen whispered. "The undisciplined soldiers of the coalition are not our opponents. Even if they wear new equipment, they will only be a swarm. The ground rushed up to death."

The Duke of the East looked at the prince deeply: "But we must stop fighting this matter."

"Yeah, it's a matter of righteousness. We are fighting for the future of Ansu, not simply for the position in the Silver Fort," Edmund said faintly. "Lord Lauren, what is the rear order?"

"Everything is stable, Your Highness, don't worry," Silas Loren nodded. "Only the letters that Berk sent to worry about the Cecils are mining the white sand hills with amazing methods and speed. His description in the letter. Very exaggerated, I don't even know if I should believe those claims."

Edmund was a bit curious: "What did he say?"

"...the Cecils may blow up the 'Little Ravens' this year, and next year they plan to blow up the second."

"...Berke doesn't seem to be a person who likes exaggeration."

"He really doesn't like exaggeration, Your Highness."

"Then I would rather believe in him," Edmund said. "If the Cecils have the ability to blast the walls of the Rock Fortress with some magical weapon, they have no reason not to use a similar explosion in the mining mine."

Having said that, he couldn't help but sigh: "Although we have successfully built a new factory in the east, the true technical foundation of the Cecils is obviously not in those factories... we are already behind in this respect."

“We have been negotiating with immigration management officials in the South, hoping to send some literate apprentices to their ‘schools’. The Southland does not seem to be completely banned in this regard.”

Edmund nodded lightly. "This is a matter of asking you to pay more attention to talent. It is really important."

A moment later, the Duke of Loren left the tower, leaving Edmund Moen alone standing on the platform at the top of the tower and standing quietly in the wind.

However, the next second, a voice was introduced into his ear: "You are really a governor of the country, the Prince,"

Edmund Moen seemed to be waiting for this voice. He turned his head calmly and looked at the brazier not far behind him. He looked at the brazier and gradually gathered a figure, watching the figure go to the ground and turned into a Wearing a sacred gown and a horrible woman in the lower body as if it were a plant root, he nodded coldly: "You are here, Bertila."

"You have not denied the title of governing the country?" Bertila moved her rustling roots, with a hint of ridicule in her voice. "It’s so mature... last year you will be in front of this title. deny."

"I don't have to argue with you on this kind of issue. The relationship between me and you has not yet reached this level," Edmund Moen's voice became more and more cold. "If you are looking for the elves to trouble, I can only say that you are late, they have already left, and they are going back to St. Sunil."

"I don't have any interest in those elves," Belltila chuckled. "It's you, originally you wanted to announce the coronation after the capture of the giant wooden crossing, but now it is stunned by the news of the elves... no Regret?"

Edmund silently lifted the one-handed sword with a sheath in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed to the throat of Bertila. In the air between the sword and the throat, a black crack appeared as if life had spread: "If you Will you regret it for you to die here?"

"Put up this toy, play it on the battlefield than it is to threaten a woman here," Bellilla pulled the one-handed sword in front of her with an understatement. "I am here to remind you, prince. Your Highness, time is running out. If you want to leave a position for the people of Ansu in the new era, it is best to make a decision as soon as possible."

Edmund Moen stared at the eyes of Bertila: "I have no interest in what you call "great evolution", nor do you care about your doomsday theory. Even if the so-called new era really exists, Ansu people will have If you live your own way, you won't have to worry about it."