Vol 2 Chapter 158: The death of Suril

Chapter 158 The Death of Suril
Exeter, Longyan City, Yingling Palace.
Lord Nunn VII, Lord Byrne Myrker stood quietly in the hallway outside the Hall of Heroes, watching the slowly rising snow outside the stone window, thoughtful.
The soldiers of the White Blade Guard are kept around and their eyes are sharp.
Melk can't remember how many times he looked at the snow in the North in his life for more than 40 years.
The captain of the king's guard, the current leader of the White Blade Guard, the comet Nicholas, came from behind and stood beside him.
Lord Myrk did not look back: "This year's sun is so cold, it is estimated to be cold enough."
"Yeah, old man," Niely looked at the heavy snow outside the window, narrowing her eyes and showing a strange smile:
"Do you remember the days when we first arrived at the Whiteblade Guards and were trained in the cold snow days?"
"Of course," Lord Milk, who has been an official for many years, remembered the past and smiled a little: "Cassland is just like you now, stinking a face every day, practicing us to die... we call him in the back." "Iceberg," even when he was talking every night, he cursed that he died early or could not find his wife."
"Until his wife came to the military camp to see him," Nie Lai haha ​​laughed. "Let Monty's eyes look straight... It's unfair to know how the BB's mother-in-law can be so beautiful!"
Myrk's eyes drifted into the distance.
Yes.
He still remembers that when he first arrived at the Whiteblade Guards more than 20 years ago, the famous "squatting" commander, Kaslan Rumba, used a whip to drive their "new recruits" to the end of the day at four in the morning. Cold outdoor - although the person who can be selected for the White Blade Guard, must be the iron man who has experienced the front line.
"I feel cold right--the north wind and the cold, this is the most generous gift from the owners of the mountains to the people of the North! They make you stronger, harder and more unstoppable!" This is Kaslana. Time.
Melk still remembers the old boss's courageous snow raccoon's body, and his frosty snow but fierce face: "Don't honed, give me all the clothes, run up - finish preparation Hot water, if you can't run it in half an hour, freeze it on the road!"
Thinking of this, Myrk’s eyes turned and asked Nilailai:
Are you still continuing the ‘Meeting Ceremony’? All the new guards must hang around in the cold of the sun?

"Of course, we were so miserable in the past," Nie Lai smirked. "If it is not for the newcomers to appreciate it, isn't it a pity?"
Melk smiled at him.
At that time, in the White Blade Guard, the almost invincible legend of Kaslan was in his prime. The "Blood Hammer" Dominic had not yet died in White Mountain. He always had a signature hateful smile and smiled and helped them circle. "No. "The fire of extinction" Tyrande also carried his silver-black and non-moving bows, and he was arrogant.
At that time, three people from the future "Five Wars" will gather here: Serri Niely is a stupid, looking at the big-headed soldier who is not pleasing to the eye, and has not obtained the nickname of his "comet" under the fortress. No one believes that this is always a thorn in the shackles, and can become the successor of Kaslan in the future; later Isaiah Solyan, nicknamed "Stinger", was named after everyone’s complaints about food every day. "Guard Prince", seven years later, he will usher in the battle of the passing of the 38th whistle; probably no one will believe that the terrible "dead crow" Ned Monty, he It was a mouthful of words, a pair of thieves eyes screaming around, nothing to like the country squatting through the size of the girl's ass.
They are young and tough fighters, one more than one pride, one more than one impulse - Melk still remembers now that Nicholas was tied to the stakes in the face of all the Guards recruits because he did not listen to the orders. Kaslan was smeared with a barbed whip and bitten a piece of wood.
Under Kaslan’s cruel hand, they were forged into the most reliable sharp knife of Noon’s majesty, the most solid dragon guard, their glacial defense line at the whistle, the deep valley battlefield in White Mountain, and the complex golden corridor. In the tragic Broken Dragon Fortress, the battle, leaving the remains of countless robes, tears and mourns in the face of defeat, singing the battle songs in the fierce battle, sipping a drink after the victory, and finally engraving his name on the book "The Whiteblade" The Platinum page is on the same page as the North British heroes since the ancient empire.
Those days are just like dreams.
Of course, there is also a young man with a hearty smile and a hidden identity to train with them - once had a fight with himself for a bowl of broth.
That bastard.
Thinking of this, Melk couldn't help but smile and then look at it.
Myrk sighed: Now, even her daughter is twenty years old.
At this point, Nielai sighed: "The time is up."
Myrk took his thoughts back to the deepest heart. He turned and leaned against the two small figures on his side: "Please come with me, Miss Alex."
"It's four o'clock in the morning!" Wearing a thick robe, I saw a beautiful girl who had just been pulled from the bed, Alex Walton, with a hand in her eyes and a hand in front of her mouth. With the heat, I was angry and said: "What's the matter, can't you say it tomorrow morning?"
Lord Milk looked at Alex's look and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
This girl is so spoiled.
So much so that the temper is the same as that of the merchant's daughter, or the nouveau riches.
This is not a good thing - especially she is the last direct blood of the Walton family, even though it is a girl.
"I said it - this is the command of His Majesty," the Lord nodded slightly and expressionlessly: "And please believe me, the next thing is vital to your future, distinguished lady."
The granddaughter of the king turned her head and snorted, expressing her innocence and anger at the moment.
Alex tightened his robe and glanced behind him. The tender voice was full of dissatisfaction: "But why bring her - this low-lying maid!"
Melk frowned slightly.
Behind Alex, a thin girl with a thin coat, platinum blonde hair, and glasses, shivering in the cold night wind, took a step back.
"It's still the command of His Majesty," Lord Myrk replied faintly: "We must obey."
Alex no longer spoke, and she glanced at the small slick behind her, who grievously held her arm.
Myrk nodded and walked to the hero hall with two little girls.
Alex yawned and arrogantly swayed, and the small slicker shrank and shook back, and occasionally saw a fierce white-guard squadron soldier, and he would retreat a small step.
At this time, Nie Lai behind Myrk suddenly screamed and stopped him.
"Bern, remember that we held a white blade and sent our own sacred vows to the "Book of the Passage," Niely took a deep breath, filled with memories of the past: "The last few words?"
Melk feels that Niele is a bit strange today - he is not so nostalgic.
Myrker stared straight at Niely and wanted to find something on the face of an old friend.
"Of course," but the training of the year had penetrated his instinct, so Melk still chuckled, and then raised his face, word by word: "My blood is an oath, my body is the basis, my blade is the evidence, My soul is a sacrifice..."
Nie's eyes flashed, and he nodded. With Melk, his expression was complicated and he said the following sentence: "Resist the strong enemy, start the war, until the blood runs out."
The members of the White Blade Guards around them suddenly looked awkward, and they all agreed to silently put their fists on their hearts.
"Protect life, fearless sacrifice, until humanity is extinct."
Alex, who was waiting, rolled his eyes and gave a sigh of relief.
Instead, the little slicker around him looked at the serious white-bladed guards, his eyes full of excitement.
"Guarding the future, glory and faith, until the sun and the moon are bleak."
"This is a new pledge of the white blade," the little slicker couldn't help but whispered: "In 1386, Xaar Arende retrieved the book "The Whiteblade", he rebuilt the famous Whiteblade Guard, combining ancient times. The old blade of the White Blade and the Knight of the Empire are vowed..."
"Shut up, stupid!" Alex interrupted her wickedly: "You are annoying."
The little slicked eyes were red and bowed deeply.
Niely and Myrk looked at each other and uttered the last sentence in unison:
"Inherit hope, bloom glory, until all things sleep."
The two were silent for a while and smiled at each other.
Myrk nodded. He took two little girls and walked into the Hall of Heroes.
And his most respected person, Nunn VII, who had just experienced a duel, was sitting on the edge of the hall.
Beside the king, sitting on the star that made the group of people talk about it - the young and prestigious Prince of the Stars.
It’s just that both of them are silent and they are in a bad mood. It seems that they have had a very unpleasant conversation.
Melk came to the king with two doubtful little girls.
"Your Majesty," the officer nodded to the king and gave it to the side: "Miss Alex."
Taylors looked up.
what happened?
He looked at the brown-eyed Alex in a strange way, and the little slick that she didn't dare to take a breath behind her—it seemed to be scared by the situation at hand.
Alex felt his gaze, and the teenage girl replied with a glimpse of the prince of the stars, letting Taylor fall slightly.
This is……
My future wife?
Tyres, who was being disturbed by the secrets of the past, could not help but sigh and sigh.
This move made Alex pouting dissatisfied.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Alex Walton, the only female bloodline left by the Grand Duke of Longyan City, with his mouth open, and his face is dull, Nunn Wang Jiao said: "I am very tired now..."
The little slicker hid behind Alex, she poked her head out, cautiously and curiously looking at the bleak eyes of Tyres.
That boy... What happened to him?
Not happy?
Nuen VII did not answer the words of his granddaughter. He just picked up a glass of wine from the barrel next to him and took a light drink.
"Melke," the voice of the old king vicissitudes: "My granddaughter will marry this kid."
"As a former White Blade Guard, and my official, what would you do?"
Melk frowned slightly.
Although it was expected, but when I actually heard it...
"what!"
Miss Walton’s exclamation sounded.
Alex's small eyes were bigger than the mouth, and she looked up and down Tyles in disbelief: "Grandpa, you want me to marry... this... this..."
"I want him to be my husband?" Alex's breathing accelerated, and she looked at the listless Taylors, who met in the library this afternoon, and also taught her boy on the spot, and there was a grievance in her heart.
"He is thin and small, and he is still taller than me!" Alex turned his head angrily, hurriedly facing his grandfather: "Let the little slick to marry him is almost the same!"
The small slick behind her suddenly turned white and shivered again.
"Oh, Miss Alex," Taylors, who is in a bad mood, has no energy to maintain a relationship with a teenage girl. He doesn't lift his head. He said: "It's not a matter of marrying you." Something to be happy."
Alex glanced at him and turned to anger: "You this..."
But at this time, Myrk’s voice came in time and interrupted Alex, who was about to lose his temper.
"Although His Royal Highness, the prince of the prince, comes from the stars - but if this is your wish," Lord Milke bowed his head with respect, while quietly reminding Alex: "I will be loyal to him, like I am loyal to Miss Alex."
King Nunn stared at him for three seconds.
"Yes," King Noon turned his head and said to Tyres: "I believe you have already seen it. This is Byn Meyer - when he is still in the White Blade Guard, he is the most trusted of Suril. Subordinate."
Suril?
Tyres’s expression changed.
Is it the eldest son of King Nunn?
He looked up and looked at Melk, and the other side turned his head and bowed his head respectfully.
Alex, who was angry, still talked, but was forced back by a stern look of Melk.
It seems that - Tyles silently said in his heart - this bad-tempered Missy, still listened to the words of her father's old family.
"So, in order to thank you for your help, and to prove that there is no longer any hostility or contradiction between us, according to the custom of the North," King Nunn raised his eyes, he raised his glass and put it in front of Tyres. "Drink a bar from my cup - comet and Walton, we are friends since then."
Thales raised his brow and looked at the old king with doubts.
What is he doing?
Reite my identity to Alex and Myrk? Or the relationship between us?
is this necessary?
The prince of the stars thought for a few seconds and sighed: "You know, the black sand collar of Lombard did the same thing - pushed a glass of wine to me and invited me to form an alliance with him, but I refused."

Wise choice,
King Noon said with a funny expression:
What about now?

Under the mighty eyes of King Nunn, Taylors raised his lips.
"Don't wait until tomorrow, will you release the crow, and then wait for my father to reply?" Tyres tentatively asked: "If my father has other opinions..."
"That's something between me and your father," King Nunn's firm eyes proved his serious and serious attitude. "But you are you, Tyres, not the son of Kessel's comet. Or the second prince of the Star Kingdom - this is whether you will marry my granddaughter, whether the comet has nothing to do with the Walton Alliance."
"What I am asking is just your attitude, Tyres," the old king raised his glass and his eyes burned. "Are you willing to dispel the hostility with me and dispel the hostility between the family and the Walton family?"
"It's just you."
Taylor's heart moved.
He suddenly realized that this was the first time that after becoming a prince, someone was so formal and only asked questions about "Tells."
Rather than any old or important title filled with the word "Thales."
Tyres looked at the king of Nunn.
Finally, the Prince of Stars still sighed.
"Of course." Tyres silently took the king's glass with both hands and looked at the half a cup of rye wine inside.
With the cautious look of Melk, Alex's smug face, and the slick gaze with curiosity and nervousness, the old king smiled.
Taylor closed his eyes and poured a small mouth into his mouth.
He thought he had already predicted the world's alcoholic beverages - there was always a different supply of wine in the kitchen of Yarra's sunset bar, and there was no shortage of wine here, and there was no shortage of shovel here, but it was until this The wine went down the throat and filled his stomach, and he realized that even in this world, wine and wine are not the same.
At least, the rye wine that is exclusively for King Exeter is really...
"Cough and cough..." Taylors slammed the glass on the steps and began to cough violently!
The spicy, mellow alcohol swells up, through his throat, mouth, nose, and directly to the brain!
In the past life in the memory fragment, he belonged to a type that was drunk. Taylors doesn't know if this body of the world will be better, but he knows at least - he is definitely not suitable for melamine spirits!
"Cough..." Tyres coughed and his face was red. Tears came out.
"Ha ha ha," Nunn looked at him, laughing happily: "Maybe we should start with something lighter."
Taylors felt a fever on his face.
"It doesn't matter... Kaslan told me," Taylors finally adjusted himself. He bitterly looked at the glass, snorted and shook his head. "Children don't drink, but they don't grow up."

Melk smiled.
Kaslan?
Hearing this name, King Nunn’s smile suddenly broke.
The little slicker seems to have heard the name, only to see her eyes behind her glasses, staring at the tales.
The king’s expression was subtle, and his eyes looked strangely at Tells:
Casslan?

"The old man who sells wine in Black Sand?"
The alcohol smell slowly left the mouth and mouth of Tyres, and he smiled with a guilty conscience.
Am I saying something wrong?
"Forehead," under the eyes of King Nunn, he swallowed and said: "I heard from Putilit that he used to be your guard captain and the commander of the White Blade Guard."
King Nunn’s eyes stopped on his face, making the latter quite embarrassing.
Until the king's voice rang again.
"Exeter has the best job ever," King Noon sighed. "Although it is not fair to Nilai."
Lord Milk, who stood on the side, nodded slightly, and at the same time again used a warning and a similar look, and was stunned by the awkward, Aleks, who was about to cry.
King Nunn said: "Casslan, have you seen him...he mentioned me to you?"
"Yes," Tyres smiled, and he nodded. "Caslan said, you used to be a good king."
Nun VII gave a slight glimpse, but he immediately patted his thigh and laughed loudly: "Ha ha ha ha ha!"

‘I used to be?

King Nunn quickly caught the key words and saw that he laughed without any scruples.
This word is really good!

Tyres stunned and shrugged helplessly.
The laughter of the king echoed in the empty hall.
Myrk bowed slightly.
King Nunn stopped laughing and he exhaled and seemed to be remembering the past years.
"Let's say, the old guy - what exactly did you say?" Nunn Wang snorted and asked.
"He said," Taylors carefully observed the face of King Noon: "You are also a person, you will be old, and you will be confused by rumors and sorrows, a day left for desire and impulse."
The smile on the face of the king disappeared.
His eyes flashed several times and his expression was uncertain.
The mood of Teres is also a bit of a hit.
Finally, King Noon sighed long and sighed: "I can't say that he is wrong."
Regained silence in the field.
"Now, Tells, why don't you please have a beautiful lady to have a drink too?" King Nunn suddenly spoke. He raised his glass and handed it to Taylors, then nodded slightly toward Alex. Your future relationship."
Tyres, who took over the glass, couldn’t help but glimpse.
What is going on here?
Let the lady who looks arrogant... drink?
The onlookers, Lord Myrk, also revealed doubts.
"Ah?" Alex's face changed. She looked at Tyres in horror, looked at the iron glass, and shook her head firmly: "No, Grandpa, I don't want to..."
King Nunn looked at her quietly, his eyes cold.
Alex seemed to be scared by the eyes of the old king, and her voice slowly weakened.
But the king's granddaughter seemed to refuse to give up. She frowned, and suddenly her eyes lit up. She turned and pulled the little slick over her head: "She! Let her drink! Anyway, she is my maid!"
The unprepared little slicker was suddenly pulled out by Alex, and the little girl in the glasses looked at Nunn with a look of horror, and looked at Tyres, almost crying out: "I... that... no...

Taylors narrowed his eyes and looked at it all inexplicably.
Just then, the voice of Myrk sounded at the right time:
"Miss Alex!"
The king’s official looked at Alex with a stern look, and there was an angry refusal in his eyes:
There is nothing to stop!

Alex's voice suddenly stagnate, and she seemed to be a little scared.
"That is your grandfather, your king - is his command!" Melk unceremoniously opened Alex: "Go, obey his orders, whether it is wine..."
"It's still your marriage."
Under the stern lessons of Myrk and the urging of King Nunn, Alex was steadily stepping forward.
She reluctantly took over the glass of Tells, blushing, glanced at the innocent tays, and looked at the King of Noon with pity - but the latter did not say.
Tyres spread his hands and said that he could do nothing.
Alex, who couldn’t help, pouted his mouth and painfully and angrily sipped his stomach.
Alex slammed down the glass and glared at Tells, who was coughed up in a few seconds.
The king chuckled.
"Melke, this reminds me of the amount of Suril's drink," King Noon laughed. "I used to listen to Kaslan and said that when he was trained by the Whiteblade, he drunk a large number of people."
"Yes," Melk laughed. He nodded. "His Royal Highness Suril... very cool and very drinkable."
"Yes, I remember, you have a very good relationship with him?" King Nunn looked up and looked at Melk, his eyes showing nostalgia.
"When you let him hide his name, when the White Blade Guard is trained, we will know," Melk smiled. He nodded. "He is not only a prince, but also my robes and friends. I am now. I still remember his hearty laugh."
King Nunn bent his mouth.
Tyres ignored Alex's dissatisfied eyes. He looked at the king's eldest son, Suril Walton, who was remembering the past. He began to secretly say: Should I leave?
"Yeah, he is a guy who likes to laugh - it's like me."
"Unfortunately, he missed his wife who was so sad all day long," King Nunn sighed. "I still remember that every time their couple dine in front of me, they don't even look at each other."
"Mrs. Adele is from the vine city in the southwest of Commas. The climate is warm and humid. She is the daughter of the Marquis of a city. She is not very used to the hard life of the North," Lord Melk glanced at Alex. Sighed, "Miss Alex, apparently inherited many of her mother's characteristics."
Alex snorted for the third time.
King Nunn snorted.
"Tells," Just as Tyres was ready to leave, King Nunn suddenly looked up and looked at him coldly: "I told you that my eldest son did not die from an accident - he died of assassination ""
Melk's face was slightly moving.
Suril?
He looked at Tyres and looked at King Nunn as if he wanted to stop.
The next sentence of the old king made Melk really change.
"Tell him, Myrk," King Noon said faintly: "My son, how did Suril die?"
Thales held his breath and looked at Melk, and he had new doubts in his heart.
Not quite right.
The eldest son of the king? Why did you mention things so many years ago?
Moreover, the transition of King Nunn is not very natural - did he specifically mention this topic?
Alex seems to know the seriousness of this topic, she is also quiet, her face has a slight fear.
"Your Majesty," Lord Melk said ugly against his face: "With the identity of His Royal Highness..."
But King Nunn interrupted his words.
"Tell him! He needs to know," the old king grabbed the glass on the ground and his face was cold and cold: "From the process to the result."
Melk looked at Nun Wang slyly - the expression of the latter had become very serious and terrible.
Alex, who felt the wrong atmosphere, stepped back and lowered his head and touched the little slicker.
"What's wrong?" Taylors carefully controlled his tone: "You just said that you have just said, the assassin from the stars, right?"
A glimpse of Myrk, it seems that Taylors already knew.
King Nunn took a sneak peek at Milk.
Tyres turned his eyes and observed the situation. Some regrets in his heart did not go away early.
It seems that the atmosphere is not very good.
The officer sighed and finally said:
"That was the turn of the fall and winter 12 years ago."
A move in Tyres: Twelve years ago?
That is not...
"Prince Suril took Mrs. Adele and Miss Alex, who was less than one year old, and went out to the Dragon City to hunt."
"Because I was responsible for the safety of Prince Suril, Niely assigned me to defend them with a team of white-bladed guards." Myrk lowered his eyes and his voice was low and painful. It seemed that the memories were very unbearable. : "But the accident still happened."
Tyres said nothing, listening quietly.
"I don't know if it's a coincidence, Harold Rumba - the eldest son of the black sand grandfather, who was a guest at Longyan City, actually went to the same place to go hunting," Melk said here, slowed down. Tone, but the words began to tremble slightly:
"The assassin... is mixed in Harold's entourage team."
Taylors narrowed his eyes.
"The assassin sneaked into Mrs. Adele's carriage, waiting for the return of Prince Suril, who had finished talking with Harold, and then..."
Myrk squeezed his fist and gave a sigh of relief.
King Nunn was silent, sitting on the steps with a blank expression, his eyes were numb.
"I shot the signal and asked for help," Taylors said. The day that Myrk had experienced must be quite painful and difficult. The latter closed his eyes and his face twitched: "Niley intercepted the road. Assassin... but in the end he ran away."
"Prince Suril was extremely wounded and lost too much blood, on the spot... Mrs. Adele in order to protect Miss Alex, too..."
Having said that, Melk closed his eyes in pain: "I didn't protect them..."
Alex looked down, just staring at the ground, and the little slick behind her was even more arrogant.
A few seconds later, Lord Myrk finally slowed down. He swallowed his throat and mourned: "Although there is no evidence, the darkroom is very certain after the investigation..."
"The assassin came from the stars - even directly to the court."
Tyres frowned.
No.
Assassination 12 years ago?
But the stars at that time, isn't it the year of bloody?
His thoughts were interrupted.
King Nunn gently raised his head, his voice was heavy and sad:
"Thales, twelve years ago..."
"We are sending troops to the south, not for no reason."

Star Kingdom, Yongxing City, an unknown underground.
"Hey!"
An iron gate was sharply smashed by the rough metal and clearly echoed in this dark place.
Two torches immersed in Eternal Oil were ignited, and two men in guard costumes appeared in a row of dark corridors.
The fire illuminates the left and right - a cell built by a thick iron fence.
With the sound and the fire, the cell was turbulent.
"Damn! You don't have a little time concept!" In a cell, a man who was neatly dressed but shabby, suspected of aristocratic, seemed to have just woken up, only to see him lying on his bed, sleepy Angry: "It’s definitely early morning or late at night! If it was before, in the Foreign Affairs Division..."
The two guards holding the torches ignored him and seemed to be used to it.
They respectfully retired both sides and gave up a strong figure in the middle.
"Your Majesty, Eddie Majesty! You are finally here!" This is a sly old man with a screaming expression and a confused and frenetic expression. He rushed forward under the spur of the light, swaying the iron fence and screaming wildly. : "Please be sure to consider my words! Even if you don't think about yourself, can you be His Highness Didier? Are you willing to give him a star-studded star?"
Under the strong figure, the two guards glanced at each other, walked in front and began to lead the way.
The prisoners on both sides woke up and showed different performances, but most of them were dying or madly yelling.
"You all have to die, hahaha," said an old prisoner who was lying on the ground. He screamed wildly: "Even if it is the royal family, you all have to die... How dare you, how dare... haha..."
Regardless of the three figures, continue to move forward.
"Look at who we are welcoming," a mighty young prisoner, squatting on the fence, squinting at the fire. He seemed to be very awake: "This is not the fifth prince, the shame of the royal family...you Why didn’t you work on the woman’s stomach and work hard for your poor blood, and ran here to blow the cold wind?

"Not me, really not me!" A prisoner clung to his head and cried and shouted: "I have never touched the bottle of Prince Bancroft! No! It is Jenkins, it is his poison!"
"Norfolk, yes, Norfolk," this is a prisoner facing the corridor. He saw what he was engraved on the wall and kept muttering: "I know what he is planning, Carrying the Duke of John and the Count of Karabyan...maybe related to the rebels, I have long suspected him, but that nasty woman, Sonia Sutherre..."
The three continued to move forward.
"Hey! Kid!" A prisoner with a scar on his face, after seeing the people, went straight to the fence and shouted: "What happened to the western front? After you captured the altar of the gods, we regained the sand dunes. Orc, what about the eight tribes under the Dragon's throne? Tell me! Tell me!"
For these sounds on both sides, the strong figure turned a deaf ear and straight forward.
The two guards, who were quiet and calm, took him to the next area. There was no transparent fence cell. Instead, they were sealed in a closed cell with heavy iron doors. There was only one horizontal pull on each iron gate. The gate is the only connection between the closed cell and the outside world.
The two guards took the people to the innermost room, and one of them knocked on the iron gate vigorously.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Another guard looked at the strong visitors, who were slightly beheaded.
Then the guard grabbed the iron bolt on the control gate of the iron gate and pulled open a mouth that could only accommodate half the size of the face.
The cell was dark.
And scary silence.
It lasted for a long time.
Until a rough voice, slowly coming from the darkness of the cell:
"What a surprise."
"What brought the great king of iron fists to the face of a treason?"
The two guards bowed slightly and inserted the torch into the groove on the rear wall and left with respect.
Under the light of the fire, a beard's sly face appeared on the gate of the iron gate.
The prisoner of this cell, the current Duke of the North, "Iron Eagle" Val Allen, looked sharply at the people outside the door.
Outside the door, the supreme king of the Star Kingdom, Kaiser V, sat down on a chair that had been prepared outside the cell.
"I want to come to you to talk about the things of the year," Kessel said with no expression, gently opening: "In the year, the fall of the North."
Var's face changed and disappeared behind the iron gate.
Then, his depressing laughter came from the cell.
In the swaying of the fire, Kaiser was silent and did not speak.
"There is nothing to talk about," the Duke of the Northland laughed enough. He said coldly: "When the war is most intense, I am not even in the north - my father, brother, wife, sister, they are facing Field war."
"If you want to talk, go to the prison river and talk to them."
Kessel quietly looked at the darkness of the bottom of the gate, and spit out a sigh of relief.
"What I want to tell you is the real cause of the war," the voice of Kessel V was as strong as ever, but with a bit more mourning and depression, "Ekster's invasion."
After the iron gate, it was silent for a moment.
"What do you mean?" The voice of Vale slowly came.
"The rebellion of the year was very bad. The entire blade leader and half of the South Bank collar... plus the wild bones of the West and the orcs, and one-third of the stars, burned in the flames of war," said Kessel calmly. It seems to be narrating a common thing:
"And after the flat rebels turned their backs... we can't even get a ready-made army."
"So your uncle was sent to recruit new troops," Vale snorted after the iron gate: "Xinghui Legion."
Kessel nodded, even though he knew that Val could not see:
"Exeter saw the opportunity. Nunn VII frequently contacted the Grand Dukes - the invasion of the northern dragons was almost a foregone conclusion. They set the agenda for recruiting the army. In the coming spring, they will go south."
In a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
But the Duke of the North quickly noticed that it was wrong.
"Wait, you said that the spring of the next year?" Val's tone changed:
"Impossible, Exeter clearly invaded in the winter of that year!"
This time the silence lasted for a long time.
Kessel gave a deep sigh.
"Yes, that's their original plan," the king said from the throat, the most dull and vague voice: "Because of an accident, they had an early invasion schedule."
Val's face reappeared behind the gate.
He was cold and cold, staring at Kessel outside the cell.
He realized the embarrassment here.
"What an accident?" The Duke of the Northland hurriedly asked: "Why did Exeter have an early schedule?"
King Kaiser looked at the ground and did not move.
"Answer me." Val bites his teeth:
"Answer me, Kay!"
Kessel took a deep breath and looked up at his former close friend.
"When receiving the Northland intelligence, the entire court was in fear: the rebels, the Bone-Bone tribe, Exeter - the stars could not fight on all sides," Kessel said slowly:
"So, our court proposed a plan."
"Delaying Exeter's invasion schedule."
An unprecedented coldness hit the heart of Val.

Procrastination?
the Duke asked unconsciously.
Kayser nodded his face and said: "Provide the contradiction between Longyan City and Black Sand Collar, let them care for themselves and invade."
"boom!"
Val slammed and grabbed the two railings on the gate, staring at Kessel: "How?"
"Xingchen sent an assassin, launched all the people, set the target in the two heirs of Longyan City and Black Sand Collar, Suril Walton, and Harold Rumba," Kessel's voice changed. Getting more and more hoarse, as if there is a force, is consuming the power inside his strong body:
"The assassin, who should have succumbed to the death of one of the heirs, blamed the other's head - between the Dragon City and the Black Sands, creating a crack that could never be remedied."
When I heard this, Val’s breathing was getting heavier and heavier.
"But the accident happened."
"For some reason, the assassin was exposed," Kessel said slowly. "And Suril, the eldest son of Nunn is dead."
Var leaned back against the iron gate, no expression.
"Although there is no evidence left, but Nunn knows that it is our hands," Kessel closed his eyes: "What's worse, it also exposed our illusions - telling them that we can't resist the soldiers in the north." Feng."
"You know everything that happened later," Kessel slowly opened his eyes, and his tone was exhausted: "Exeter got ahead of schedule, chose winter, and chose to send the troops to the south when he chose the most unfavorable time for resupply.

"Hollas with a rare force, reunited with South Poussex, went to the Broken Dragon Fortress... On the second day after his death, John captured the last relegated Sedara city of the rebels... Ten days later, The fortress is falling."
"In the spring of the New Year, the Exeter people took the fortress as the foundation and flowed through the land of the North like the tide."
It is a long silence.
For a long time, even the fire began to dim.
Until the Duke of the North broke the silence.
"Ha ha ha ha..." Vale made a sad laugh:
"It is time to delay the assassination plan of Exeter's offense, but instead promote and advance their invasion schedule?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Kessel did not speak, just silently listening to the laughter of the Duke.
The duke finally stopped laughing.
"Who?" The faint question came.
"Who!"
Val grabbed the iron gate and gritted his teeth sorrowfully: "Who is this plan?"
King Kaiser looked at Val, watching him mixed with grief, pain, anger, hatred and shocked expression.
The king shook his head:
"The father is forced to do so."
"The Xinghui Army was initially defeated. John stepped back, retreating from the Emerald City to the fangs, and then withdrawing from the Wola corridor. The rebels even went deep into the city of Yongxing."
"Nobody thought that John would be able to achieve such a reversal victory in such a short period of time."
"At the time, the entire court was shrouded in the shadow of the country," Kessel took a deep breath: "So there will be that assassination."
Val's expression slowly solidified, but his hand holding the door was constantly shaking.
"If, if there is no such plan, there is no assassination..." The Duke of the Northland muttered subconsciously.
Katherel put his hand on his knee and gently bowed his head: "Well."
"If Exeter waits until the spring to attack again," Kessel's face was slightly distorted. He tried to control his neck and nodded in a slight trembling: "Now, John's Stars Regiment, you have enough time to support you north." Father and fortress."
"The Broken Dragon Fortress will not be broken."
"Whether it's a cold castle or... it won't fall."
"The North, there will be no such tragedy."
Val suddenly fell behind the iron gate.
"boom!"
After the iron gate, there was a muffled sound on both knees.
And the pain of the Duke of the North is depressed.
"You mean..." Vale said hoarsely: "You, the at your father's pre-conference meeting, their stupid plan... killed thousands of people in the North?"
"Haha... We still thought that it was Nun who seized the opportunity to invade and then laid the fortress... As a result, hahaha..."
Kessel did not answer, he just waited quietly.
The flashing fire illuminates his side face, and he sees the numbness in the eyes of the king of stars.
For a long while.
"That stupid assassin? The assassination failed to expose his own guy?" Vale's slightly sorrowful voice, coming from behind the iron gate, contained deep hatred in the words: "You didn't dig his heart come out?"
Kaiser V turned his head and looked at the empty void.
It seems like there is someone standing there.
silence.
In the air, there was only a low and depressed sob of Val Allen.
Kessel’s eyes were filled with complex and incomprehensible emotions.
"Correct."
"For the serious assassination of the consequences," I don't know how long it took, the king of the stars, Kessele Comet V, looked at the void, and slowly said with an uncomfortable feeling: "The assassin is paying cost."
"He was forever imprisoned after a cursed mask, not seeing the sun."
The king looked at the place where no one was, and his voice was silent: "In the endless loneliness and boundless darkness, taste the pain and suffer."
"Use your humble life for the rest of you..."
"For that fierce war..."
"The countless souls that owe him..."
"Serve the sentence."
I heard that today is the postgraduate day, and I have specially updated a large chapter of a million words.
Commonly known as - wood has a chapter outbreak.
The book friend reflects that it is a bit tired, so I still try to make such a chapter as little as possible.
I wish you all the best in the postgraduate examination!
Thanks to the empty witch, the dark sword and the iron shovel, the dream of vain, the father, the fire, the eternal, the girl, the pit than the whistle, the old man does not nickname, do not abandon the Lord, the Xuanan book friends of the reward!
Ok, I have to fix it.
Good morning, everyone is too tired, so this chapter does not engage in theft.
(End of this chapter)