Shaman from Afar

The imperial capital, the heavenly palace.

"What is the first set?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire sat silently across the chess table. The cold, frosted eyes looked at a dejected, "faceless prince" who looked like a dog, holding a letterhead in his hand.

"Thirty-seventh game." Brandon's hands drooped naturally, his face slumped on the table, muttering softly, his **** eyes under the messy red hair, staring at the checkerboard to put himself to death. Black chess.

"Is it impatient?"

"Who said this?!"

"Oh ... is that ready to admit defeat?"

"Nothing!"

The feeble rebuttal, even with the exclamation mark, would not help; Brandon, who was so exhausted, had no interest in raising his head, and just wanted to lie down for a while.

Playing chess with his father Eckhart is the most frustrating thing Brandon has encountered in his life.

In all fairness, Brandon didn't think he could win at first ... or it was easy to win; he expected that his father, His Majesty, must be prepared to make this request, and could guess that he would be very difficult at first, or even lose Miserable.

However, it is definitely not so miserable-each of the thirty-seven sets is a complete defeat.

The so-called "complete defeat" is not a quick win, or seeing through the chess path to find the flaws; but every time you kill all your pieces and then general.

Even after Brandon, who came from abandoning himself, took the initiative to "send", His Majesty Eckhart II still "sweeped away" all his corners and corners, and then let his king chess the last "call curtain".

This is no longer a game, this is a one-sided slaughter, completely ravaged ... Using the most shocking, cruel and violent means, let Brandon see what he is most proud of, in front of his father What is not worth mentioning.

The strong will run wildly, the weak will be slaughtered ... There is no calmness and pride in the winner, and even the least shameless cloth is not needed.

Thirty-seven sets-in accordance with the progress of two sets a day, there is another set tonight; but Brandon is no longer motivated at this moment, and even begins to fear the sun that is about to set.

"It won't work so fast?" Fitroney glanced at him: "The pain of a fiasco is the darkness that will be experienced before dawn ... I remember saying that.

"Really? Then how do I think my dawn has already fallen before the dawn?"

With a lip in his lips, Brandon sat down with his eyelids drawn down: "My aunt came to me with such interest, it should be more than just to see how ugly I lost?"

"It's a half reason." Her Royal Highness Princess also made no secret: "It's one of my interests to see a guy who always smugs in the most proud place.

"It's a terrible interest. I started to worry about the happiness of my elder brother's second half of my life." With a shrug, Brandon was holding his right cheek tiredly, his big red eyes blinked and blinked:

"What about the other half?"

Fitlonay put the letterhead on the table: "Your" former "wizard advisor, Loren Turin, led the Bain reinforcements, and almost 15,000 people stepped into Poi territory."

"After repelling the 10,000 or so forwards of Chi Yanqi, we are now heading north with the 1,000 waves of Hippo cavalry who broke through ... It should be on the way to Qiancheng City."

"Is it so detailed?" Raised his eyebrows in surprise. Brandon looked at the letterhead in his hand and then turned his eyes to his aunt: "Rut Infinite gave it to you?"

"Why, do you think there is no night watchman in Poi?"

"Just a little emotion ..." Brandon opened the envelope, and the look of surprise in his eyes remained unabated: "But fifteen thousand people ... how could Bain only have fifteen thousand people?"

"Obviously Duke Laszlo Varna did not fully tell the truth in the distress letter, and let your" former "wizard advisor miscalculate the situation of the war."

Fitronai leaned forward slightly, gazing down at the "tragic" chessboard: "He still doesn't know what kind of terrible opponent he will face, nor his original powerful allies, because of internal strife. And fall apart. "

"Of course, he will soon know all this ... on the battlefield."

Brandon, who was biting his nails, looked at this shocking report in his hand, and his lazy gaze also became a little dignified: "Weapons and armor ... Large traces of material transfer ... Projection equipment ... Fire oil ... More than three supply lines from the south ... "

Suddenly raising his head, Brandon's eyes widened: "Dwarf ?!"

"Can avoid the surveillance network of the night watchman and the empire, establish three stable and huge supply lines in a short time, and continuously provide weapons and logistics ..."

Fitronai, who looked the same, looked at him: "Who else do you think?"

"Are these large-scale capital enemies, are they crazy-even if Poe has no time to take care of it, Byrne borders on them!"

"As long as both principalities are seriously injured in this Centaur War, who can treat them?"

"What about the empire, don't they worry about the empire accounting after the fall?"

"With the world's only Mithril Mine in his hand, and the hinterland in the mountains, how could the dwarves really fear the empire?"

Playing with the pieces on the board, Fitronai's tone was very plain: "What's more, the dwarf infighting has already been used to it. This time it may be that a dwarf lord who does not want to submit to the high king does it privately?"

"So we're going to watch the well-equipped Centaurs, all equipped with catapults and heavy cavalry, completely defeating the principalities of Poy and Byrne?" Brandon tilted his head, his expression unbelievable:

"I know that my father and my brother wouldn't want to weaken them, but it's too ridiculous-we also expect them to keep the eastern and southern borders, so that the Imperial Army can wholeheartedly guard against the invasion of Jiejie Mountain!"

"If you plan to save the world, save your little wizard advisor by the way, okay." Fitrona raised his head and shook the **** in front of his eyes:

"Win your father, you can be a hero."

The tired Brandon lost his strength to roll his eyes, and his injured expression collapsed on the chair.

"I guess Aunt Fitroney's visit today ... wasn't an accident or happened, right?"

Looking at him expressionlessly under the princess palace, it is considered the default.

"Except for my dear Brother Connold, there should be no second person in the world who can instruct the Princess of Empire to do things ... except my father."

With his mouth flattened, Brandon asked with a sigh: "Suddenly being so cared for by the elder brother, it really makes my uncomfortable brother so grateful ... Can you tell me why before you prepare to pit me?"

"Because this world ... has begun to become more and more dangerous." Fitronai's expression slightly dignified:

"Even without talking about the east, the Centaur invaded and the dwarves fell into civil strife; even the northern part of the broken mountain began to become unstable after the last war, and the werewolf tribe wandering on the border was ready to move;

In the south ... Arles ’monsters once again started wandering in the frontiers; although we have not received a letter of appeal from Grand Duke Arles, but as far as we know ... the hunting war against the monsters did not go smoothly;

The west; the ogres in the ancient wood forest east of Lotel have shown signs of migration again; the eastern forest has begun to call on the elves of the ancient wood forest to gather ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Duke Frid also began sending troops to the deep forest, Negotiate joint operations with elves;

As for Ebden ... This year's ocean fleet sent to the Yasul elven kingdom is still unreturned, it seems that it was a pirate raid in the misty sea; it is rumored that there is also a civil war in Yasul. "

"But no matter what the result is, it won't be a good thing for the empire, will it?" Brandon frowned and thought for a moment:

"So ... this time, Brother Connold wanted me to win?"

"Anyway, even if you win, there is no harm to him." Fitroney stood up and said very carelessly:

"But if you lose, Brother Eckhardt should not give you a second chance to overturn;

So since there is nothing to retreat from, why not try hard once?

Just like you used to. "