In the Name of the Queen

Hans City, Governor's Mansion.

This is the focus of the entire Sussex Empire and even the entire Free Alliance.

Although Hansa is not the capital of the empire, the empress and the vice emperor are here, and the core of the empire's power is naturally here.

Everyone in the Governor's Mansion is rushing around.

The expressions on the faces of the staff are not relaxed, and even a little anxious.

Just a few days ago, the Franks Fortress, the gateway to the empire's overseas territories, fell, and the gate to Hansa City was pried open, and the way to Hansa was unimpeded.

In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, Roland ordered several cities along the way to be abandoned.

Those who did not have time to evacuate were allowed to stay where they were, and only the army was withdrawn.

According to the conventions of this era, non-militarized cities will be treated well as long as they surrender in time.

The Vladimir Empire and the Pruden Kingdom are members of the civilized world after all, and naturally they will not violate these principles.

Of course, Roland does not intend to leave anything for the enemy.

Everything that can be destroyed must be destroyed, especially strategic materials.

It is better to spend money to rebuild after the war than to give the enemy a bargain during the war.

March was the season for spring sowing. In order to ensure that the enemy could not obtain food from the land this year, he ordered the planting of wild grasses with strong vitality on the cultivated land.

The vitality of wild grasses is far greater than that of wheat. As long as the fields are covered with wild grasses, this year's crops cannot be said to have a sharp decline in yield, but at least there will be no harvest.

In this era when the chemical industry is still in the exploratory stage and the invention of pesticides is far away, once wild grasses occupy the ecological niche, it will be difficult for wheat to turn the tables.

It is necessary to weed, turn the soil, and burn it to eradicate the roots.

When these things are done, the spring planting time has passed.

It is cruel to turn large tracts of fertile land into grassland, but Roland has no choice. On this matter, he refuses any objection.

In the office on the fifth floor of the Governor's Mansion, Roland is standing at the window looking east.

These days, all the news coming from this direction is bad.

No matter how many high-sounding reasons there are, the fall of the Franks Fortress will still hit the morale of the army hard.

He could see that this "defeat" not only affected the morale of the army, but also made some people in Hansa City panic.

After staring at the window for a while, he returned to the table, fixed his eyes on the sand table in front of him, and kept moving the chess pieces representing the army's deployment, frowning and thinking.

During this period, the return of Mr. Wald made him feel a lot more relaxed.

Since the old man worked tirelessly, Roland would naturally not be polite and handed over many affairs to the old man without hesitation. He himself would focus on the military and planned to personally watch Christine's micro-management.

Roland had a clear understanding of his military capabilities.

A top theorist who has integrated the military theories of the past and present and the two worlds, and a qualified military commander with insufficient practical experience.

In short, it is a different world Luo Kua. It is not a problem to deal with ordinary enemies, but it will be finished on the spot when encountering top generals.

His military theory plus Christine's specific implementation is invincible in the world. And the outstanding contribution he made in it is roughly equivalent to "Kobe and I scored 81 points together."

He is very self-aware, never micro-manages, and boldly delegates power.

Staring at the sand table, Roland felt a headache.

Although he had evacuated the residents of the northern plains and carried out necessary destruction to ensure that the enemy would not gain any benefits even if they occupied it, he still had to face a serious problem.

How to stop the Pruden army from pursuing the victory.

His defense focus was on Val City, and the decisive battle was at Baishan, but this did not mean that he could abandon Hansa City and run away.

Abandoning the sub-capital before the battle was even started, even a fool would know that something was wrong.

Hansa City must be defended, and the enemy must be made to feel that he had to give up.

However, more than 100,000 elite Pruden troops were about to cross the ruins of the Franks Fortress and kill all the way west.

With the current defense capabilities of Hansa City, can it withstand this punch?

If you sweat profusely in front of the Pruden offensive, what can you do to stop the more powerful Vladimir army?

Looking at the Franks Fortress marked in red and the four Pruden Kingdom reorganized armies stationed near the fortress, Roland was a little overwhelmed.

It may not be difficult to defeat this army, but to offset the negative impact of the fall of the fortress, they must be completely annihilated or severely damaged, rather than simply defeated or repelled.

According to the calculation that five times the combat power is usually mobilized in the encirclement and annihilation war, at least 500,000 troops are needed to achieve this strategic goal.

That's too embarrassing.

Roland was a little curious, how would Miss Saint break the situation? After thinking about it, Roland only thought of the conventional routine of defending Hansa City, defeating the enemy's spirit and then encircling and annihilating.

The advantage of this set of tactics is stability, and the disadvantage is that it is too stable.

If the enemy does not advance rashly, but stays in the Franks Fortress, constantly encroaching on the territory and oppressing his living space, it will be difficult to encircle and annihilate.

After thinking about it, Roland finally made the right choice.

Pass the ball to Kobe.

No, it's to give the problem to Christine.

Christine is still on the front line these two days, let's talk about it when she comes back.

When the idea of ​​playing badly came to mind, I suddenly felt that the world was wide.

There is no point staying in the combat command room, so it's better to look somewhere else.

On the way to the government hall, the staff would stop and salute him no matter how anxious they were.

Looking at Roland's calm expression, the staff had sincere admiration in their eyes.

As expected of the great Caesar, he was still so calm. He must have a way to deal with the enemy!

If these staff knew that their most admired Lord Caesar was leisurely playing rotten, they would probably fall to the ground.

Walking into the government office, Roland saw several senior officials reporting to Athos, who was temporarily transferred to Hansa to take charge of the work.

They spoke very fast and concisely, without the long and difficult sentences that did not convey any information that were commonly used in the local Sussex officialdom.

This was also Sif's request.

It is forbidden to use official jargon, if there is something to say, say it, if there is nothing to say, don't bother.

If you talk too much nonsense, your salary will be deducted at the least, and your performance will be deducted at the worst.

The performance appraisal system introduced by Roland severely controls officials who want to make progress. Performance points have become the lifeblood of officials.

They are not afraid of anything, but they cannot touch their performance points.

The entire government office is busy, even Mr. Wald is flipping through the documents and occasionally writing a few lines.

There is only one exception.

Sif, who had her own office, lay quietly on the sofa, with her back to the door and her face to the French window, looking at the Rodinia River outside the window. She was calm and relaxed, more relaxed than Roland.

Sensing Roland approaching, she did not turn around, but just greeted him softly.

Roland smiled and teased, "Everyone is so busy, but you are free."

He sat down on another chair next to Sif in a familiar manner.

There was no need to be too polite in front of his wife.

Sif glanced at his cheek with her peripheral vision and whispered softly, "Are you less anxious when you see me so relaxed?"

Roland nodded and said nothing.

Of course he knew what Sif meant. Let professionals do professional things. As a leader, not making trouble is the greatest help.

Sif is definitely not as good as the professionals selected at all levels in the professional field.

In this case, it is better to maintain a relaxed and calm attitude and give these officials a reassurance than to worry about everything.

Taking care of everything will only make yourself tired.

Roland still needs to focus on military affairs, and Sif only needs to prepare for the final battle.

There is a tacit understanding between her and Sophia that the kings will not meet before the final battle.

But she and Sophia will eventually decide the winner, as well as life and death.

This is her inescapable fate.

For more than three years, she has wanted to escape countless times, been dejected countless times, and given up countless times. Now she is finally no longer afraid, and is even full of expectations.

The emergence of the soul-blood link makes her full of confidence.

Alina and Lisa are the providers of the link, Roland is the catalyst and the core of the link, and she is the top of the link.

Not only is she getting stronger every day, she can also share her insights with Roland.

And Roland can share the cultivation results from Alina and Lisa.

In short, Roland unilaterally draws energy from Alina and Lisa, but she can exchange with Roland.

Perhaps because of the experience from her, the original hostility towards Alina has now disappeared.

If they can all survive to the end, the slight wind and frost are just the scenery of the long journey of life.

The soul-blood link has changed not only her, but also them.

Their fates have long been linked together, and the link can only be removed if they both break through the third rank.

But if they walk hand in hand to the third return day, is there any need to remove it?

At least Sif thinks it is not necessary.

"How is the front line?" Seeing that Roland never spoke, Sif asked casually.

"No updated intelligence." Roland spread his hands and shook his head.

Sif knew the answer without Roland saying it.

Military intelligence will also be copied to Roland at the same time as it is reported to her, and she is not slower than Roland in obtaining intelligence.

"It seems that our Saint Goddess of War is also in trouble."

Sif shrugged and said with ease.

After the soul-blood link was established, she gradually realized the form of the decisive battle on the sixth return day.

Army against army, strong against strong.

Sophia and other strong people will not attack the army composed of ordinary people, but the strong can carry out decapitation.

Sif closed her eyes, as if she saw a sea of ​​blood and corpses and a sea of ​​elven flowers that seemed a little abrupt in this environment.

She also saw the elven princess holding up a spear in the sea of ​​flowers to cut off everything.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the fatigue that flashed in Roland's eyes.

"Are you tired? Then take a rest."

Sif stood up and closed the door, shutting out the noise.

She pointed to the soft big bed next to her and motioned Roland to lie down.

Although it was daytime, Roland did not refuse. He was indeed a little tired and tired.

Although he could eat and drink enough every day, he always paid attention to the changes in the battle situation and constantly deduced the battlefield situation.

This kind of waiting is exhausting and can easily exhaust people's energy.

Since she is his wife, there is no need to be reserved like a friend.

Roland took off his coat and boots, pulled open the velvet blanket, lay down with his clothes on, and fell into a deep sleep in a few seconds.

In his sleep, he entered the dream flower sea again.

He approached slowly, and saw the elf Sif lying in the flowers, talking quietly.

Roland sat down beside her, looking at her profile, a little absent-minded.

Perhaps it was an illusion, he always felt that the elf Sif's pointed ears were gradually getting shorter, more and more like a human rather than a traditional elf.

Not only that, her appearance was also more and more like Sif.

Although they were originally similar, they were more similar in appearance than in spirit. Now she was lying quietly, and she actually looked like Sif nine points.

Roland's doubts grew stronger and stronger.

He always felt that there seemed to be some kind of inexplicable connection between the elf Sif and Sif.

He initially suspected that Sif was the reincarnation of the elf Sif, but the elf Sif did not enter reincarnation, and this speculation was quickly dispelled.

The elf Sif clearly remembered everything that happened after escaping from the underworld, including the triple death.

These memories cannot be made up.

Where did Sif come from, and is she really related to the elf in front of her?

Just as Roland was in a daze, a breeze blew and blew up the hem of the elf Sif's skirt.

Roland tilted his head suddenly to avoid seeing what he shouldn't see.

Thinking of the elf Sif always retracting her accidentally exposed jade feet into the hem of her skirt, he quickly reached out and pressed the hem of her skirt to protect her most delicate private parts.

However, at the moment the hem of the skirt was pressed down, Roland's movements stopped abruptly.

He saw something he shouldn't see.

The smooth and jade-like legs were broken at the ankles, and the pair of jade feet that had always been carefully protected had long disappeared.

Roland's hands trembled and his face twisted.

Who did it? !

Although the elf Sif had been dead for many years, leaving only her consciousness, he was still willing to treat her as a living person rather than a consciousness.

The moment when the elf Sif helped him become a dual-class, and the past when they exchanged stories, one by one, emerged, as if it was yesterday.

However, she left quietly.

Roland pounced on her, his hands passed through the hem of her skirt, as if passing through the air.

The elf Sif's body gradually became transparent, empty, and disappeared into the air.

Roland stared blankly at the empty sea of ​​flowers, wanting to shout in anger but unable to make a sound, wanting to cry in sorrow but unable to shed tears.

In this dream, he was no longer a physical entity, but became nothingness.

He was filled with grief, but he could not grasp anything, and could not even exit this nightmare-like place.

His eyes went dark and he fainted in his dream.

Just as Roland was experiencing a purgatory-like nightmare, Sif, who was watching him from the side, was inexplicably a little sleepy.

She smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, her calmness was deceptive. In fact, she was just as anxious as Roland.

The stronger she became, the more she could feel Sophia's suffocating pressure.

She was not afraid of Sophia, and even had an inexplicable mysterious confidence, but Sophia had never lost since her debut, and had not even encountered decent resistance.

No matter how famous a strong person is, he would be crushed like a clown when facing Sophia.

Can she do this kind of same-level crushing performance?

Sif was silent.

Although it is meaningless to compare combat power in the void, there is a sense of induction between strong people.

Just like a leopard seeing a tiger in the wild, although they are all beasts and terrifying existences in the eyes of cattle and sheep, the leopard just knows that it is not a tiger's opponent.

There is no reason, as if it is engraved in the bones.

Sif overcame the fear in her heart and established confidence no matter what it was based on, but the inexplicable fear was still engraved in the depths of her soul.

Forget it, don't worry about problems that cannot be solved.

Who said this? Yes, it was Roland.

Looking at Roland's handsome profile, the frost in Sif's heart disappeared instantly.

Everyone has been so busy recently that I can't remember how long it has been since I hugged Roland quietly for a nap.

She locked the door, took off her coat and long skirt, and got into Roland's arms.

With a lovely arc on the corner of her lips, she soon fell asleep.

In the dream, Sif opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the beautiful scenery. For a moment, she didn't know whether it was a dream or reality.

If it was reality, why was it so beautiful like a dream?

If it was a dream, why was it so real?

In a dense grassland, there was a towering tree, and under the tree was a sea of ​​red flowers.

This is the sea of ​​​​elf flowers, the legendary sea of ​​​​elf flowers!

Sif was a little excited.

Although she is a human, after choosing the elf princess as the path to transcendence, she is no longer a pure human.

It can even be said that she is the elf of the new era.

A new-age elf who possesses both human creativity and the outstanding talents of elves.

She has a special feeling for the elves.

This is why she chose Baishan as the place for the final battle.

The top of Baishan is a vast snowy mountain. Sophia, the queen who controls the winter, will certainly not refuse such a duel place in the home environment.

But she has been prepared. Baishan can turn into an elf flower sea at any time.

The land with bloodstains left by her feet is all a sea of ​​flowers.

When Sophia confidently drives the blizzard, she finds that the snow on the mountain has turned into flowers. I guess her expression will be very exciting.

However, her flower sea is not perfect, and she always feels that something is missing.

It is good to see the real flower sea, even in a dream.

Sif quickened her pace and walked towards the ginkgo tree in the center of the flower sea.

The core of the flower sea is the ginkgo tree, and it is also an elf.

She is the queen of the elves. There are flower seas and ginkgo trees here. If everything goes well, she may be able to control this flower sea.

Although this flower sea is in a dream, she can't think of any use for it for the time being, but she always feels that it is not a waste of effort.

Walking in the sea of ​​crimson flowers, she felt a pain in her feet.

Sif looked down and saw thorns suddenly appearing where she was standing.

You actually want to stop me?

Sif snorted and quickened her pace.

It was indeed an ownerless sea of ​​flowers, so this was a weak and instinctive attack.

Although every step forward would cause excruciating pain from the soles of her feet, she had experienced more painful flower sea exploration journeys than this, and this pain was just a drizzle.

The ginkgo tree was getting closer and closer, and the thorn bushes attacked more frantically.

Sif's feet were bloody, but she still did not stop.

She saw every detail of the ginkgo tree, the huge crown, the dense branches and leaves, and the golden leaves were slowly falling.

Because it had no owner, the ginkgo tree was losing its vitality.

I'm here to save you, idiot!

Sif cursed in her heart and continued to move forward.

She finally stood under the ginkgo tree, but her feet had been swallowed by thorns and hidden carnivorous plants.

Fortunately, this was a dream, and although it was painful, she didn't really lose her feet.

Even if she lost them, it didn't matter.

Sif always had an awkward feeling about her feet.

Although they were extremely beautiful and delicate like jade carvings, Roland couldn't help but kiss them every time he touched them, but she always felt that these feet were hindering her progress.

If Roland hadn't loved it so much, she would have even thought of cutting off the useless feet and replacing them with mechanical feet.

If you can't throw them away in reality, then try it in dreams.

Sif cut her palm and pressed it on the withering bark of the ginkgo tree.

"Forest partner, wake up, your elf friend is here!"

As the long spell was chanted, the originally manic ginkgo tree miraculously calmed down.

It could feel Sif's friendliness.

It had no choice but to accept the new partner.

But why was this new partner so familiar? The ginkgo tree had not yet fully awakened, and there was only a vague consciousness deep in its core.

Since it was a familiar partner, it chose to completely let go of its mental defense and let Sif perform.

After consuming a lot of blood and a long spell, the ginkgo tree and the sea of ​​flowers finally accepted the new partner.

The thorns and the carnivorous flowers that were still madly attacking Sif just now were swaying their branches to express their joy to Sif.

Sif breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the ground.

She looked at her bloody legs, and the pair of delicate and beautiful jade feet had disappeared.

It seems that she will become a fallen girl in the dream world.

Sif thought self-deprecatingly.

Just as she was about to take a break, a golden sunflower kept waving its flower disk at her, as if telling her something.

"You mean, there is something good for me?"

Sif understood the sunflower's confession and asked in confusion.

The sunflower shook excitedly, indicating affirmation.

Although she didn't quite understand what the other party meant, Sif still walked in the direction pointed by the sunflower.

Fortunately, she had conquered the sea of ​​flowers, so she didn't have to endure the pain of thorns.

Biting her lip and walking towards the place pointed by the sunflower, Sif searched carefully and soon found the target.

Under a light yellow canna, there was a gift for her.

A real work of art.

A pair of cute and tender jade feet like pink jade carvings.

The flesh and blood texture is clear, and even the blue and red blood vessels are clearly visible.

If this pair of jade feet grew on the legs of a beautiful girl, Roland would not be able to control herself, she would want to reach out and touch them.

Even the always picky Sif said it was good, that was real jade.

Sif put away her curiosity and held the pair of jade feet.

As soon as her hands touched them, she was shocked.

This pair of jade feet was not a sculpture, but real flesh and blood?

Her hands were shaking, and a crazy idea flashed through her mind.

If this pair of cute pink jade feet grew on her legs, would the magic mirror still dare to give her 99 points?

She dreamed of a pair of feet that fit perfectly without any flaws, and now she finally had it.

Since it was a dream, be bold and change it!

Sif was not the kind of idiot who was timid and dared not reach out when she saw something she liked in a dream. She did it right away, and she directly aimed the pair of jade feet like works of art at the broken ankle.

A soft green light lit up from the joint.

No pain, no burning, only a soft touch.

Green light kissed the wound like water, and the fracture was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sif's whole body trembled with excitement.

Although this was a dream, she couldn't help but burst into tears of excitement.

Her dream finally came true, and she was now a flawless existence.

She had no regrets.

If this was a dream, she would rather fall into the dream forever and never wake up.

But she knew very well that this was really just a dream, and there were also the most important people waiting for her in reality. She couldn't sleep in the dream, she had to wake up.

She made a silent wish in her heart.

If reality was like a dream, she was willing to pay any price.

As long as she could keep this pair of flawless feet.