I Will Be The Crowned King

Under the **** sunset, the cavalry holding the Clovis flag high as the forerunner, escorted the carriage with the ring of order into the Antler Fortress silently, without causing any commotion.

These wagons looked "special" - the metal rather than wood carriages were "longer" than the usual wagons, had a lot of riveting marks for reinforcement, were completely black, and had only two very small windows. , and each car is a four-drawn horse, looking unusually heavy.

Like a prison cart full of death row inmates.

On the broken city wall, Louis Bernard, who was leaning against the wall, watched the carriages, which seemed to exude an ominous aura, passed through the city gate and slowly stopped in an open space near the inner city; Clovis, who was in charge of the **** The cavalry formed a circle vigilantly, preventing the surrounding storm division soldiers from advancing.

The car door slowly opened, and a group of judges dressed in black triangle hats and high-necked trench coats with empty hands or carrying "suitcases" of different sizes filed out from both sides of the car.

"Seeking Truth..." Louis, who frowned slightly, murmured in a low voice.

"you recognize?"

Anson turned his head and looked at the young knight beside him with some surprise.

"Just a little knowledge." Louis nodded slightly:

"Actually, it can't be regarded as acquaintance, but dressed like this and qualified to use the carriage marked by the Church of Order, there is no one else except the Clovis Judgment Branch of the Truth Seeking Church."

"Oh, are there any differences in the uniforms of the various courts?"

"Of course there is - just like although the parishes are nominally affiliated with the church, they are all independent to a certain extent, as is the court." Louis explained:

"Each parish has one or two courts in charge. For example, Clovis has only one parish, while the empire has nine, so there are nine courts in the empire, which are responsible for different jurisdictions and factions."

"Because the Duchy of Adland is a coastal area, the local inquisition 'Sect of Storms' mainly targets evil spirits and mutant creatures at sea, and even has an independent dock and fleet - so the uniforms of the inquisitors are very crew-style. ."

It turns out that, so what kind of style is the Seeking Order... The Clovis Church Underground Hotel? Anson smiled lightly: "What about the Elven Kingdom of Iser? There is also the vast land. It seems that the courts in these two places have never heard of it."

"Of course, because there are no courts at all in these two places." Louis said of course:

"Hantu...that is, the Seven Cities Alliance, was the most important ally of the church during the sectarian schism; one of the conditions for the conversion of the Elf King Iser in the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar was that no inquisition would be set up in his kingdom. "

"And what does 'heard of' mean? Are you familiar with the judges of the Truth Seeking Order?" Louis blinked curiously.

This is another long story... Anson's mouth twitched and he didn't answer.

If possible, he is not ready to contact the people of the Truth Seeking Order immediately, especially when there are some small deviations in his "perfect plan", and he has not thought of a good solution for the time being.

And for any guest, the host should clean up the house and knock on the door after getting ready.

But it is very regrettable that although the judges of the Truth Seeking Order are a group of good people and have many advantages, "being civilized and polite" is not included.

"Anson Bach... My God! The Ring of Order is on, are you still alive?!"

Before Anson could figure out how to answer Louis's question, Cole Dorian, who had just stepped out of the carriage, screamed as if he had discovered a new world, waving his three-cornered hat, his face full of happy smirks.

As soon as he shouted, several familiar faces immediately raised their heads against the city wall - the female judge Sera, who had no sorrow and no joy, Lieutenant Colonel Roman, who was always indifferent, Carin Jacques, who had a "happy" face...

Feeling the increasingly curious eyes beside him, An Sen, whose mouth twitched even more, slowly turned his head, looked at Louis who was blinking, and forced a smile:

"We're not as familiar as we seem."

"...I believe you." Louis nodded kindly.

Unfortunately, his expression betrayed him.

………………

After quelling the commotion caused by the mischief of an optimist judge, Anson first found a small clerk to help the cavalry and judges arrange accommodation, and then took the rest of the group to the top of the Antler Fortress.

That is, in Louis's mouth, "the headquarters with the map of the royal court".

Under the exquisite silver-plated chandelier, everyone faced the map on the wall and sat scattered around a delicate Iser rug; Clerk Alan Dawn, who had finished the placement and registration, was standing beside the wine rack. , skillfully brewing coffee.

"...That's about it."

The expressionless Lieutenant Colonel Roman stood in front of the map, with his hands behind his back, and looked around the crowd with gloomy eyes: "Because we have to deal with the remnants of the surrendered Iser Elf Legion, Major General Ludwig and the main force of the Southern Legion are unable to start."

"Therefore, on behalf of the major general, I will announce the full appointment of the deputy commander of the legion, Colonel Anson Bach, to be responsible for all the military operations of the Clovis Kingdom against the old gods of the Iser elves—that is, the Thirteenth Council."

"For the battle against the Royal Court of Iser, Deputy Commander Anson Bach has absolute command authority, from Eagle Point City to all outposts, fortresses, and logistics in Iser... All the southern legions are staffed, and must not refuse any relevant orders and requirements.”

Lieutenant Colonel Roman slowly raised his head, his icy eyes met Anson's eyes: "This is the commander-in-chief's original words."

"I will definitely live up to the commander-in-chief's 'love'." The smiling Anson, the extremely solemn Lieutenant Colonel Roman nodded, and turned to a certain "optimist" judge:

"What are your plans?"

"No plan!"

Cole with an indifferent face said happily, and then Sera's eyes that could almost kill people - not almost, but really capable of killing - watched, and quickly added: "If you have to say it, it is at most a rough outline. target."

"It's called 'The Old Gods Must Die.'"

The moment the voice fell, the entire room was silent.

Anson twitched the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and the "happy" Carin Jacques trembled all over, and a novelist hiding in the corner was crouching desperately, as if he was about to crawl into a chair.

Louis' eyes, who never said a word, suddenly became extremely complicated, and Lieutenant Colonel Roman, who was next to him, was always staring at a certain deputy commander with an unnatural expression.

"To achieve this goal requires the cooperation of all of us, none of which can be missing—ah, thank you!"

Taking the coffee handed by the little secretary, the cheerful Cole seemed to have not noticed the change in the atmosphere and continued: "According to the highest order of the Church of Order, we must completely solve this big trouble before the 28th."

"In other words, we only have three days left - this is the last bottom line left by the Church of Order to the Kingdom of Clovis and the Church of Clovis."

"Then what if we break through this bottom line?" The silent Louis suddenly said:

"If on the night of the 28th, we didn't rescue the Elf King Iser and wiped out the Thirteenth Council in the city...what would happen?"

"What will happen? Hehehe..." The happy Cole looked at the young knight with a meaningful smile:

"Then there will be no more trouble in the Royal Court of Iser."

The hall fell silent again.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Anson, who put down the cup, raised his head again and met Cole Dorian's gaze: "Three days?"

"Three days." Cole nodded:

"At 23:59:59 in the evening of October 28th in the 100th year of the saint's calendar... Before that, there can be no more standing old gods in the entire royal court of Iser."

"This... is the bottom line of the Church of Order."

Louis pursed his lips.

Anson glanced at the young knight out of the corner of his eye, then turned to look at Sierra Virgil: "How many people came to the church this time?"

"Twenty-five judges." The female judge whispered:

"If the 'Thirteenth Council Incident' is not over on the 28th, there will be twenty-five judges, plus three thousand knights of the Knights of Judgment."

That is, the reinforcements sent by the church headquarters... An Sen understood it.

This private army of the Church of Order, known as the "Pope's Guard", claims to be an elite division that can fight three times the strength of the Imperial Guard Corps and still remains unbeaten; during the sect war, the size of the knights in the legion even surpassed that for a time. empire.

Of course, that was a hundred years ago.

But at the same time, I am also a little curious, how can these 3,000 Knights of Judgment arrive at the Royal Court of Iser within three days?

First of all, it is basically determined that it will not be the direction of Hantu, otherwise, I should have received news about the church army at the latest when I was in Baita City; so the other party must have entered the Clovis Kingdom first, and then rushed over from Eagle Point City.

But this raises another question: why didn't they come with the Truth Seekers?

Since the attitude of the church is to destroy the Thirteenth Council at the latest on the evening of the 28th, isn't the most efficient way to wait outside the royal court first, and take over immediately once the Seeking Truth Cult and himself fail?

Or is it that the Knights of Judgment have some kind of special rushing skills to be able to step on the spot on the evening of the 28th—even if there is, is it really necessary to be so punctual?

Looking at the bewildered look on Anson's face, the female judge seemed to want to explain something, but didn't say anything in the end.

Of course, Anson didn't intend to ask questions - this is not the focus of the entire operation, and everyone present with their own thoughts doesn't care about this.

"According to our plan at the beginning, Clovis' army will surround and block the entire Iser Royal Court, and then send a small-scale elite force to cooperate with the Truth-seeking Cult to enter the Royal Court and kill them as quickly as possible. The leader of the Thirteenth Council, rescued the elf king, and then launched the army of the Iser elf to suppress the remnants of the old **** faction in the city together with the Clovis army outside the city..."

Sierra Virgil paused slightly and said tentatively, "But now it seems that it's a bit difficult to achieve this... right?"

Ansen nodded and agreed: "The Storm Division has only 5,000 troops. It is impossible to block a city - even a symbolic encirclement cannot be done."

"Then what?"

Cole looked at Anson and Roman - except for smashing the old gods' heads, this Inquisitor knows nothing.

Lieutenant Colonel Roman, who had his hands behind his back, still stared at Anson intently.

"It's very simple, we don't surround the royal court of Iser." An Sen slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a sure smile:

"We went straight to the frontal attack... take it down."

Um? !

Except for Secretary Alan Dawn and a novelist, the rest of the people present widened their eyes at the same time.

"Can it be done?!" Cole blurted out.

"Of course..." Anson smiled:

"It can't be done."

The judge shuddered and almost threw himself out of the chair: "Then why are you bringing this up?!"

"I mean, we can pretend to attack from the front." Anson smiled:

"According to the information provided by the Southern Legion, although the Thirteenth Council does have a group of powerful spellcasters, their army's performance on the battlefield is very mediocre, not even as good as the ordinary Iser elf army, in terms of combat effectiveness and command level. It's all down to the extreme."

"So if we pretend to be aggressive, the enemy will definitely deploy heavy troops to guard the front...and doing so has at least two advantages." Anson raised his right hand and raised his index finger:

"First, it can greatly reduce the pressure when we sneak into the royal court and act afterwards, and avoid many unnecessary battles and casualties."

Then he raised his **** again: "Second, our core goal is to exterminate the Thirteenth Council, not other ordinary Iser elves; avoiding excessive weakening of the strength of Iser elves can also help after the war. Re-establish order."

"Finally, if our main goal is to rescue the Elf King, doing so can also distract the enemy quite a bit and greatly increase the success rate of the mission."

"Makes sense!"

Cole Dorian nodded excitedly and gave Anson a thumbs up: "As expected of the head of the storm regiment appointed by the Archbishop~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I knew you must have a solution."

The person who said this was surprised that I was still alive an hour ago... An smiled slightly: "Is there anything else to pay attention to?"

"No more!" Cole Dorian shook his head: "Killing the Thirteenth Council and rescuing the Elven King of Iser, all we have to do are these two things."

"Ah! If I have to say, there is actually one more thing - although the matter of the rebellion of the Thirteenth Council has spread throughout the entire world of order, almost to the point where everyone knows it, but after all, the people who really know the details are still few."

"Therefore, our operation is actually somewhat shady. We must try to keep it as secret as possible so that it cannot be detected by the outside world."

Secret... An Sen frowned slightly: "Ten thousand troops are fighting an offensive and defensive battle in the capital of the Elven Kingdom of Iser. How can such a big event be kept secret?"

"Uh……"

Cole Dorian thought for a second, then smiled brightly:

"Where there is a will, it will be done."