Sword of Daybreaker

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."

Bertila quietly watched Edmund for a moment, then shook his head and walked slowly back to the burning brazier: "It’s an impressive speech, but it doesn't matter, we still have a little time, you still Have time...to make a choice."

......

In many cases, the so-called "choice" is just an illusion, a well-prepared and presupposed fact, placed in front of the person making the choice, so that the selector can create a illusion that the situation is in his own control, or to make the person who is powerless to be slightly obscured. Look at your own wolverine.

In the Golden Oak Hall, the most powerful aristocrats in Ansu are still discussing enthusiastically. These famous families express their own views on the situation of the kingdom, and use various theories, allusions and arguments to prove their accuracy in the judgment of the situation. Every word of his own is for the bright future of this kingdom, but Victoria, who sits at the head of the long table, knows very well that these discussions and words are only paving the way for a conclusion that can be reached without discussion.

"...The East has accepted the conditions for a temporary truce. This is only the most basic reason. They are not qualified to represent Ansu..."

"The royal family is in the Silver Fort, and the people who can represent Ansu are also in the Silver Fort!"

"But we have to take into account the tensions in the plains of the Holy Spirit. We have to face a group of thieves who are about to lose their senses..."

"From long-term planning, long-term planning..."

The count, the Marquis, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, and the ministers of the military, they spoke one by one, saying that the discerning person could see the fact at a glance, Victoria looked at this scene indifferently, she looked at the left and saw the Prince of Wales and herself. A face of indifference, the Duke of Berdwin made a big yawn, and she looked at the right side again, seeing several elf envoys sitting in special seats not far away looking at themselves in confusion and boredom.

Due to the special situation, the Golden Oak Hall unprecedentedly allowed foreigners to enter the scene to listen to the aristocratic meeting, but now it seems that the friends from the Silver Empire do not understand some of the "rules" of human society.

The elf named Sonya Frost Leaf blinked in the direction of Victoria, her lips moving a few times, and Victoria heard the other party's voice ringing in her ear: "So why are they repeatedly stressed for so long?"

Victoria reluctantly instigated the magic and sent his voice: "Because there are some words to bear a lot of responsibility."

"We understand this, but they have been discussing it for a long time," Sonya’s voice is still very confused. "Our elves can live for thousands of years, but this kind of meeting is still a waste of time for me. ...these speakers, are their lifespan different from ordinary humans?"

Victoria: "..."

This problem is a little beyond her knowledge.

She shook her head and decided to end the discussion that wasted time, so she tapped the table gently: "Gentlemen, ladies, we should make a conclusion."

The discussion of the cockroaches immediately stopped, and the pair of eyes almost fell on the faces of Victoria, Wales and Berdwin.

The female duke in the north secretly sighed: In the end, no one dared to say the only choice.

In any case, the Wilde family has been privately called "the country of the country" in the past century. Is the image of the northern Duke in the hearts of everyone not monopolized?

"The royal family does not have to argue, but the fact is that now we must temporarily put this issue on the side of the rebel army can not represent Ansu, we ... can not currently. The only person who can come forward is not in Silver Fort, he is in the South. ”

A meticulous middle-aged aristocrat with a slightly blessed body and hair care was opened at the right time, with a solemn expression on his face: "The Duke, you said it makes sense, but the South has no indication of the ownership of Ansu. Any attitude, now the responsibility of representing Ansu to the Duke of Cecil, then..."

Victoria looked at the other side: "Country Bahrain, you can recommend the person you think is right."

"...I mean it is a perfect fit for this important task to the Duke of Cecil!"

"Good, this thing is set."

At the special table at the long table, the Elf Envoys watched the entire lengthy and boring meeting with confusion until Victoria Verde suddenly presented the results of the meeting, and several special envoys breathed a sigh of relief.

Sonya Frost Leaf couldn't help but shook her head and whispered to her companion: "In contrast, the Gaoling Kingdom is much more efficient than them."

"Human meetings are always like this."

"In total, I can live for a hundred years and dare to do so. They are really amazing..."