Vol 2 Chapter 509: Fire of stars

Chapter 509 Fire of the Stars
The team of the Royal Guards is non-stop, passing through countless neighborhoods, passing through the Shuguang District and the Morning Star District, and heading straight to the center of Yongxing City.
Tyres is in a low mood, like a walking dead, surrounded by the waves.
Although they only rushed to the road, they only had more than 20 rides, but unconsciously, the number of police officers and security guards who passed by them gradually increased. It seems coincidental, but one after another, inadvertently dispersing and separating the obstacles and people on the road. Let them go all the way.
But Tyres can't afford to study their interest.
"You know, Mr. Hicks wrote me a few letters in a few months..."
Finally, in the difficult silence, Gilbert still spoke.
"Talk to me about your studies."
He also had a few embarrassments in his low voice.
Tyres suddenly returned to God.
"Oh, old crow."
The young Duke of Xinghu reinvigorated and tried to tell himself that he should not bring unnecessary emotions to those around him.
"Yes, I haven't thanked him yet. Thanks to him in Longyan City..."
Feeling the change of the prince, Gilbert's tone was slightly uplifting:

He reminded me that your progress is a bit ahead.

Strong spirits of Tyres strive to concentrate:
"Before?"
Kilber features nod:
"Yeah, although that is a rare evaluation, but..."
The foreign minister’s eyes narrowed, and it seemed to be a little lost at that moment:
"After receiving the teacher's letter, I sometimes think, maybe... maybe I, maybe we are too anxious."
Tyres looked at him inexplicably:
"what is it about?"
Gilbert sighed and said:
"At least in Yongxing City, at the age of your aristocratic young masters... they care more about appearance and dress, banquets and girls."
Appearance and clothing.
Banquets and girls...
Is it.
Taylors slightly stunned and recalled his past six years.
What did he care about in those years?
What is he experiencing?
The duke could not help but be slightly lost, but he immediately adjusted.
Tyres, who felt that Gilbert had to admonish something, squeezed his smile and shook his head.
"You should go back a few years ago. At that time, Wyah was only a teenager."
When he heard the familiar name, Gilbert Casso gave a slight glimpse.
I saw the prince looking into the sky in the north, and opened it:
"But in those years in the north, your son cares more about his sword... and me."
Tyres smiled, remembering the every move of the attendant officer, Wyatt Kasso, with a smile.
Listening to the sound of the horseshoes around, watching the surrounding guards surround, Tyres suddenly realized...
Despite returning to the stars, returning to Yongxing City, these protect the royal guards...
It is so strange.
This made him more and more miss those familiar faces that were once around him.
Wyatt, Rolf, Putilai, Jenard, Willow, and the rotten rabbit that steals chicken legs...
From Yongxing City to Birch Grove, from Broken Dragon Fortress to Longyan City.
From the past to the present.
And where are they now?
Tyres couldn't help but draw God.
"I am very happy that you like him so much."
Gilbert’s words brought him back to reality.
"But about this topic..."
The star's fox has a complex face, but the language is proud:
"You know, in the past few years, Wyatt has returned several times to Yongxing City."
Tyres nodded.
I saw that Gilbert blinked slightly:
"But he probably didn't mention it to you. Is he going back to see his fiancee?"
Immersed in the thoughts of the old people, and consciously retelled the words of Gilbert.
unmarried……
Tyres has a sudden change!
what?
The prince turned his head in surprise.
I saw Gilbert looking at him with a smile.
"Waia?" Tyres asked with wide eyes.
Kyber characterized his nod, and his eyes were both gratified and sentimental:
"Wai Ya."
Wyah?
Tyres opened his mouth in surprise and stared at Gilbert.
Wyatt Kasso?
That old-fashioned, serious, little old man...
That face every day, holding a ceremonial ceremony, with Rolf's big eyes and small eyes...
That is always "excessive force", the whole body up and down the hard state of Wyah?
Taylors blinked subconsciously and tried to digest the news.
And Gilbert just smiled a little.
Taylor took a deep breath and shook his head.
Wyah, Wyah!
I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!
He couldn't help but feel a little funny and a little gratified:
I didn't expect you to have a big eyebrow...
Until the next sentence of Gilbert:
"So, you are now at this age..."
The face of Tyres changed again.
"Cough, cough, cough..." The prince suddenly coughed up, and the figure on the horse was groaning in pain.
Gilbert’s old face was stiff and continued:
"It is important to know that you are obliged to continue the blood of the great kingdom..."
"Cough! Cough and cough -" The prince's cough is getting louder and louder, overshadowing the voice of the foreign minister, and even the left and right Guards, who are separated by a short distance, are strangely looking back.
In the end, Gilbert could only shake his head with regret.
"Ok."
"Save this topic."
The cough of Tyres disappeared instantly, and the back was straighter than the flagpole.
Gilbert narrowed his eyes and looked at the unconscious Prince, who was immediately stroking his chest, and his face was filled with the helplessness of "I know".
"Then I hope that the next message will interest you."
It’s natural that the tales suddenly came back to God, and it’s natural:
"Message?"
Gilbert gently decapitated and looked serious again - every time, Taylors would think of Wyah, remembering the expression when he saw Rolf.
But the next sentence of the foreign minister made the prince’s thoughts dignified.
"The latest letter to the crow, from the north."
north.
Tyres frowned:
"Is it Putilai and Wyah?"
"No." Gilbert shook his head, but his face was not relaxed:
"but……"
I saw that the foreign minister, Zema, was close to a little, and the voice was heavy:

A few days ago, Longyan City completed the war mobilization.

Long Yucheng.
Hearing this familiar noun, Taylor's knuckles are slightly pinched.
Gilbert’s words continue:
"The expeditionary army of 10,000 people has gathered, ready to go to the city of Qiyuan, join the battle, and levy a free alliance."
Taylors frowned deeply.
At that moment, it seems as if all the memories of the Northland have returned to the mind--war, forced marriage, mobilization, and everything that happened in Longyan City.
Ten thousand troops.
Taylors recalled his impression of Longyan City.
For Longyan City, there are not many and many.
Then...
"Who is the aristocrat who led the army?"
The Duke of Star Lake has a dignified expression: "Who is this, who is going to fight?"
Kilber characterized the nod and accurately reported the information:
"The lord of Kori and Origami, the Earl of Kahn Kelke, will serve as the deputy commander of the Longyan City Expeditionary Force."
Kerke Gol.
In the mind of Tyres, the firm face of the one-armed count in the Hall of Heroes emerged.
He sighed.
"Sure enough, the commander of the army is the one that can be beaten in Longyan City..."
But when it comes to this, Teres has a slight glimpse:
"Wait, Gilbert."

You just said – ‘deputy’ commander?

The prince looked at Gilbert in amazement.
Gilbert picked up his lips and nodded.
and many more.
Kierkegaul is only a deputy commander, which means...
Do not.
The incredible horror on the face of Thales is getting bigger and bigger.
Gilbert's words are solemn:
"According to recent news, after the silence for twenty years, Longyan City’s first large-scale military expedition..."
"The young Walton woman will be pretending to be a sword, and the commander will be in charge."
"Going to the pro."
Female grandfather...
Going into battle...
Kissing...
At that moment, Tyres stayed in place.
Gilbert did not speak, just looked at him silently, waiting quietly to see the prince's reaction.
It seems that the familiar figure is re-emerged in front of Taylors.
The one who cried in the dark and asked him if he could escape.
emaciated.
thin.
Wronged and helpless.
Weak and lonely.
Carrying his arm and hiding behind him.
It shivered.
"Oh……"
"This way..."
The Duke of Xinghu slammed his expression and nodded his head, muttering to himself.
"Wow."
He stiffened his face, but forced himself to scream a repressed exclamation.
But no one knows that he is so at the moment... feels strange.
Mixed feelings.
Unspeakable.
But the next second, the figure in his mind turned back, revealing a face that he was equally familiar with but totally different.
The face was covered with crystals under strong pressure, sweating his forehead, but still trying to lick his mouth.
tenacious.
stubborn.
Stubborn and unyielding.
Strong and strong.
Standing in front of the highest seat, standing in the thousands of troops, shouting.
One call is all right.
It seems to have been a long time.
For a long time, even Gilbert couldn't help but remind him.
"So they succeeded," said Teres, faintly, trying to forget the unnecessary pictures and forcing himself to start thinking about something more practical:
"Ronnie of the far-away city, Lecco who guards the city, and Walton of the Dragon City - the three-city alliance of Exeter."
"They stood together after all."
Tyre's tone is still empty, but his spirit is gradually recovering and his brain is turning:
"In the face of the Western turmoil that Lombard has provoked."
Thinking of this, the Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath and looked up.
"What about us?"
For someone else, facing such a question may not be confusing, but Gilbert knows what he wants to ask.
The Foreign Secretary gave a slow breath.
"As you can see, since you have already returned, the western frontline has also calmed down..."
Gilbert's mouth is slightly curved:
"Whether it is the royal reserve army of the Baron Williams, or the recruits recruited by the lords of the West, there is no reason to stay in the desert and patrol time-consuming and laborious."
Taylor took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"So, the loss of the stars, the weak alliance of the Freedom, the lonely city alone, facing the three major cities of the North, facing the nearly half of the Exeter Kingdom..."
The Duke of Star Lake opened his eyes, this time, he became calm and dignified:
"The battle has been fixed."
"Freedom League... is over."
Gilbert didn't speak, just daggers by default.
A few seconds later, Tyre’s mouth curled up and he felt light.
"This time, it is the turn of King Chaman who has a headache."
He looked at Gilbert with a smile:
"I escaped and the stars also withdrew, so Lombard lost both the chips and the reasons."
"He can no longer use the stars as a knife to force his vassals to bow down."
Taylors remembered that the aggressive king of the princes had a look of sorrow, only to feel that the ruthlessness of his hometown was no longer swept away, and even the breathing was exceptionally comfortable.
"On the other side, Long Yucheng joined Ronnie and prayed for the city to worry about it."
"Black sand has an enemy more, and the opposition to the king will only rise and rise."
Tyres snorted and gently spread his hand immediately:
"Lombard fell on both sides."
He could even imagine that the old opponent was sullen, angered, and his face was blown with his eyes and eyes...
Gilbert coughed.
"In fact..."
"His Royal Highness..."
The Foreign Minister’s words were hesitant, which caught the attention of Taylors:
"A few weeks ago, when you fled Exeter, and the news of Longyan City’s political day just came..."
Gilbert glanced at him, frowning slightly, and stopped talking.
Taylor’s heart sank.
The foreign minister is not naturally exhaling:
"At that time, King Chaman rushed back to the black sand collar."
Gilbert raised the horse and looked at it in the distance.
"In just a few days, Chaman I visited almost every vassal against him."
Thales frowned.
"visit?"
The prince remembered the so-called "visiting" of King Chaman's arrival in Longyan City - whether he visited him or visited the hero hall, his sense of surprise was not good.
Looking at the expression of Tyres, Gilbert sighed slightly:
"The secret information is limited..."
In the unpredictable and unsightly expression of Tyres, Gilbert squinted his face:
"But obviously, as the king claimed to recruit their troops to go to the West, the Mende and Devenson families who had been tax-resistant in the Black Sands first gave in and returned to the king's subordinates - which is unknown."
Tyres is in a cold mood.
"The Rika, the closest to the reconstruction tower of the Ika family, is probably worried about the Trudeda Grand Duke and the Rumba Dark Pass. They waited for the king to go to the door and then withdrew the anti-tax call and took the initiative to deliver the grain tax to the Black Sands. ""
The prince’s hand holding the stable is getting tighter and tighter, and the whole person is unconsciously stretched.
However, Gilbert’s sigh continues:
"After a day, he was highly respected and had a lifelong relationship with his predecessor, the Grand Duke of Black Sand. It was also against the oldest of the oldest Perono of Chaman."
Tyres began to hear his breathing.
"He was sick in bed and couldn't see things. So, Peruno's son took over the power of the territory, changed his father's policy, and went out of the city personally, welcoming the inspection of King Chaman."
Under the almost shocked look of the Duke of Star Lake, Gilbert was not very happy:
"And the last two are recalcitrant and refuse to open the door to the king's real family... they are punished."
Tyres bit his teeth.
"punishment?"
Kyle Bodo nodded, showing a rare jealousy of the stars and foxes:
"Under the support of the above four families, King Chaman was under the city and declared bloody."
"The whole two castles...the fire knight personally led the title, and the black sand army was like a bamboo."
"One day's victory, three days broke the city."
Gilbert's dignity and vigilance have been raised to the extreme:
"According to the ancient rituals of the northern people, they hanged the head of the disrespectful king's life on the gate of the city."
"The king is still on the execution ground, depriving a count and a viscount of the title - to turn their heirs into the people."
Listening to Gilbert's words, Thales can hardly adjust his expression - it seems that every word of the other side carries the snow and ice from the north.
Gilbert sighed slowly.
"More than that. On the same day, King Chaman used the power of conquest, violating the law. He broke down several new nobles who were born in humbleness, and no one dared to set aside the big and small vassals of the black sand collar."
Tyres slowly slid down and put his arm on the horse.
The shock in my heart has not been added.
Gilbert shook his head:
"To this day, in addition to a few small families in the black sand collar that are close to the border, irrelevant to the big picture - out of morality or out of interest - are still crying out and not agreeing to compromise..."
But Taylor did not let him go on.
"He succeeded."
The prince stared at the sky in the north, as if to see the ruthless king.
"He won."
Gilbert watched the expression of Tyres with a worried look, and could not help but cough.
"Inward, it is true."
The stars and foxes squeezed out their smiles, and their tone changed.
"But outside, whether it is rebuilding the tower or Weilan collar, they immediately strengthened their defense after getting the news, and they were heavy on the border of the black sand collar..."
"And the other big public leaders in Exeter are more passionate and arrogant, from Qiyuan City to Yanzhao City, from Elk City to Glacier Sea, many Northlanders even openly question the source of his throne..."
Gilbert smiled and spoke, but Tyres could feel a little dissonance from his laughter:
"The black sand collar has provoked public anger, and Chaman king is difficult to support, not to mention the economic and people's livelihood in their collars."
But the prince interrupted him.
"late."
In the team, the teenager under the cloak straightened his back, but silently bowed his head.
"Chaman Rumba."
"Maybe many people don't admit that he is the king of Exeter."
Tyres squinted at his lips and imagined that he was facing the enemy in the same scene, as if he felt the real weight of the stock:
"But now, he has become..."
"The king of the black sand collar."
Gilbert was stagnation and could not answer.
Only the second prince sighed and closed his eyes:
"I told them, when I was in the Hall of Heroes, I told..."
"But I am afraid they still don't understand."
Tyres opened his eyes, not looking at the clear blue sky above his head, but his eyes touched the dark clouds that loomed in the distance.
"They don't understand that the wave they face can be easily stopped by resorting to the military or paying for it."
Gilbert is a little bit blasphemy.
The prince bit his teeth and his brows are wrinkled:
"And this is just the beginning."
"Chaman Rumba, he will become stronger, more greedy, more and more..."
Tilston took a moment and exhaled the breath from his nose.
"Your Highness, you don't have to worry so much," Gilbert seemed to be intolerable:
"The king of Chaman is strong, we can also..."
But Tyres shook his head.
"Do not."
"not us."
He fixedly looked at the dark cloud of the sky:
"Killing, capturing, granting, these things that King Chaman has done... seems to be a fire of the stars."
"It is unstoppable."
Gilbert listened to the prince's words and silenced thoughtfully.
"And will eventually ignite..."
Tyres lowered his head and looked straight ahead, and the seriousness in his eyes could not be added:
"The whole north."
Just at this time.
"Boom!"
The bell is ringing.
Tyres and Gilbert are in shock.
This bell is faintly rising, rolling and born, long and heavy, shocking.
At the same time penetrate the ground and the air, reaching the ground and the sky.
The echo is heavy and it will last for a long time.
In the uneasy hum of the horses, many of the Royal Guards also frowned and looked at each other.
Only the foremost Marlous was calm, and he stepped forward and steadily moved forward.
"That is……"
Feeling the roar in his ears, Tyres, who seemed to feel something, slowly turned to Gilbert.
The latter passed the initial surprise and nodded slowly toward the prince:
"The clock of stars."
Tyres thought.
Gilbert sighed: "The last time it sounded, it was still..."
"I know."
Tyres feels the memories that are emerging and is dull:
"six years ago."
"The country is... meeting."
But his feelings didn't last long, because the team quickly moved to the next block and embarked on another avenue.
It was also at this time that Taylors noticed:
Unconsciously, they have passed through countless neighborhoods, and the surrounding people have gradually drifted away. The slowly increasing security team is separated from the hundred steps, leaving curious heads and eyes.
Soldiers and guards, police officers and security forces, countless people have been standing in front of the whole, or to maintain order in their own team, or as a wall to separate channels.
Waiting for the guests.
On this side, the road under the foot of the Royal Guard has become a road in Kangzhuang, wide and boundless.
Of course, at the end of the avenue, the most eye-catching is...
Tyres breathed and slowly raised his head.
I saw it.
it.
The color of classical mottled, the endless steps, the thick black wall, the grandeur of the earth, the vicissitudes of the century, the majesty of the stars.
Fuxing Palace.
This countless times appeared in the flat-topped pyramid of his dreams. In this way, like a giant who walked silently but covered the sky, it had some omen and rushed into his eyes.
Such as ruining the sea.
It is still silent.
Tyres looked at the giant palace in front of him, and he only returned to God for a long time.
Through the passages set by the court guards, the Royal Guards did not consciously lighten the horseshoes and slowed down.
Until the high hand of Mallorius, twenty-five royal squads smashed the cloak.
The silver helmet is bright and reflects the sunlight.
The flag-bearer Hugo raised a high-ranked Jiu Mang flag and fluttered in the wind.
In the distance, people who were separated from the isolation line began to pick up.
There are countless light shots on these twenty rides, and there are many arguments.
Tyres turned his head in a complicated way, looking at the civilians separated by death on both sides, looking at the soldiers standing straight around, and finally looking at the heart of the kingdom separated by the palace wall:
Fuxing Palace.
No one knows his mood at the moment, no one can describe his current feelings, no one can describe his current mood.
He can only open his mouth and stunned.
Thoughtful.
If it is lost.
As the team of Taylors came to the front of the palace wall, the black-pressed defending city and the magic guns turned in the direction of the hinges and manpower, and the guards stood tall and murdered.
An aristocrat who was dressed in the same way as Mallos and others, came from the gate of the palace with a group of soldiers, and raised his right arm toward the team of Tells, showing his palm.
For a moment, with the gesture of Mallos, the 25-man of the Royal Guards, Qi Luo Le Ma, Glover and Doyle are stepping forward and extending the hands of Tyres and Gilbert. Stop together.
And they are all serious at the moment and have a bad attitude.
"The royal Guard has twenty-five people who are leading the king and escorting the dignitaries."
The voice of Mallos sounded in front of Gongmen Avenue and bounced back on the palace wall of the Fuxing Palace, echoing on the broad avenue:
"Duke of Star Lake, Prince of Stars, the first heir to the nine-star crown and the supreme throne, His Royal Highness Tellles Comet..."
"It's already back."
When this statement comes out, it is all silent.
Whether it is the guard in front of the palace gate, the guard post on the palace gate, or the security team on the avenue, all are quiet.
For a moment, I could only hear the crisp voice of Malos, and the Quartet echoed.
In front of the palace gate, the aristocrats who stopped Mallos straightened up and took a step forward.
"Password."
The aristocrats in the Royal Guards costume looked at Mallos, cold and cold:
"crown?"
Before Mallord’s slow policy, he was faced with the shackles of the city.
He narrowed his eyes and whispered softly.
"dark."
Tyres was slightly shocked.
Time seems to stop for a moment.
Until the aristocrats at the gate of the palace nodded and turned and waved.
"boom……"
In the deafening roar, the steel cable swayed.
The dark palace door in front of the screams trembled, with the rhythm of the giant force, as if to push the dust that has accumulated thousands of years, slowly move.
Tearing yourself.
Showing the true appearance of the Fuxing Palace.
The sun sets and turns out gold.
Just like the moment when Taylors became a prince six years ago, the road that will revive the palace is red and bright.
But this time, under the glory days, Taylors just looked up.
He looked at the splendid golden light and scattered it on the outer wall of the Fuxing Palace.
But it can only reflect a dark.
Deep bottomless.
I don't know why I am so diligent, maybe because of the monthly pass?
(End of this chapter)