Vol 3 Chapter 119: Natural disaster (on)

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The north wind roared, outside the north gate of the Fortress Boundary.
Hundreds of legionnaires remaining in the fortress stood on both sides of the city gate, standing in the cold wind against the howling snowstorm, everyone was holding the halberd shield on the right and the helmet on the left; like a sculpture made of steel Generally motionless, let the wind and snow blow.
There is only one person who can make them do it, and there is only one person who deserves them to do so voluntarily.
The crown prince of the empire, Connor de Salion, Prince of Sacran ... He is back.
No one spoke, let alone those who whispered ... the atmosphere outside the dead gate was very depressed, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
Of course, there are always exceptions.
The unhappy Brandon de Salion stood with his shoulders in the snowstorm-the highest position as the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and also a blood relative of Connacht, he must be here personally because of reason. " Congratulations "brother returned.
Although he was extremely reluctant.
Of course, it was equally reluctant to have the black-haired wizard who was forced to pull him up, and he was forced to stand behind the prince under the cold winter wind.
"Relax, don't be upset if you're here already." Brandon, with a smile on his lips, didn't care. He waved a small hand to Ernst and was very "comforting" with his wizard advisor. , So that Loren could not help rolling his eyes.
Such a rogue-like face is almost becoming Brandon's "unique symbol"!
The prince's lazy mouth said: "More importantly ... This is the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain. Connor's attitude can almost determine everything-if we want to get a better result, I think we need to come up with more More sincerity. "
"..."
"You are my wizard advisor. The Niederhog you found is the key evidence; even if the beloved lord and brother will not be able to embarrass us, you have to give him an unassailable reason, right?"
"..."
"You can rest assured, I dare to guarantee that Brother Royal will never easily deal with you-of course, if he decides to deal with me, you also have to protect me as much as possible ... Uh, ask, I said you so Do you feel that you suddenly become important? "
"... No." Faceless Loren turned his head stiffly and looked at the prince with almost murderous eyes: "But I'm all here, can I still go back now?"
"Well ... that's it."
Brandon raised the corner of his mouth and gave Thumbs up to Loren: "I knew that we really got along!"
"..."
Loren very much hopes to pull out the bright silver to cool down the palace of the prince directly, and then burn the corpse on the spot-but the price is too high, and his head will become more valuable than the equivalent weight of gold.
At this moment, a melodious horn sounded in the distance; almost at the same time, Loren and Brandon looked at the vast white glacier wasteland.
Although it is not obvious, but you can already see the slow fire and the shadow of the crowd on the horizon; the flag of the iron crown fluttering in the wind and snow, and the endless sound of horseshoes and steps.
Brandon let out a sigh of relief, changed the appearance of the hippie smile just now, and hung a smile on the corner of his mouth with his hands crossed in front of him, every move was decent, like a prince.
The weary black-haired wizard had no choice but to turn his head back and look solemnly at the team of cavalry who had galloped from afar, his eyes narrowed into a slit.
The north wind roared and never stopped.
Connold, dressed in a uniform, turned over and dismounted, throwing the large cloak behind him to the servants; they were approached by a dozen equally well-equipped knights.
The dark-haired wizard raised his eyebrows, and at that moment he clearly saw Brandon's intention to retreat. He subconsciously held his waist down, and the prince trembles and returned to normal immediately.
"It seems that Boundary Mountain is guarded ..."
Connor de Salion's voice was vigorous and powerful, and the tiredness in his expression could not conceal that majesty. His eyes, like fire, stared at Brandon who was standing in front of him:
"You ... did a good job, that was the right decision!"
Brandon took a breath. Of course he knew what the "right decision" was.
Instead of going to the Blood Skull Valley to rescue the Northern Expeditionary Corps trapped in an avalanche, he chose to return to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain.
Patting the snow on his body, Brandon quickly turned his head and smiled brightly: "In fact, it's no big deal-when I arrived, the battle was almost over, and those carrion demons were not enough meters. Lasis did something after a meal ... uh ... "
The knights behind Connor were solemn, and their cold eyes could make people instantly suffocate; the blood on the sword, the broken armor, and the frozen face ... all proved how fierce the battle they had been.
Brandon is very convinced that if he continues to blow such "don't care", there will definitely be someone who will stand up and stab himself with a sword unless the elder brother tries to stop it.
"Oh, right ... Since the elder brother came back unscathed ..." Looking at the faces with bad looks, Brandon quickly changed the subject: "That must be very beautiful to win in the Blood Skull Valley, right? ? "
As soon as his voice fell, the dark-haired wizard saw Connold's arm tensed!
"Beautiful to win?"
Connor narrowed his eyes and frowned: "Just camping in the Valley of Blood Skeleton, I lost nearly a squadron's troops in the snowstorm!"
"Following the avalanches, the camp collapsed one after another ... Fortunately, they were just outposts, and the logistical load was not affected. Otherwise, three quarters of the soldiers behind me would have to live to death in the glacier wasteland!"
"As for whether it is beautiful to win, you also saw it with your own eyes and saw how the monsters fought!"
With a sigh, Connold ’s voice was calm, but revealed a chill of sensibility:
Compared with us, they do n’t need logistics, no burden, and can count casualties; even if they are all killed, the remaining monsters will still be Hesitantly rushed at us, biting us. "
"Is it really possible to" win beautifully "against such enemies?"
The heavy-spoken Prince Sackland murmured, with a sadness in his words.
"In order to contain them, I let two thousand legionnaires block the exit from the glacier to the Valley of Blood Skeleton. I personally saw the shield wall formed by them, and they were strangled into flesh and blood in front of countless monsters!"
"That's it, I won the time for the engineers to set up the ballista, so that the cavalry could have the opportunity to detour to the hillsides on both sides, and the crossbowmen light infantry blocked from the two wings ... blocked out all the fire oil and Stone cannon, crush the monsters to pieces! "
"Why don't you ask them, and ask those 2,000 legionnaires who didn't come back alive, do they also feel 'wonderful'?"
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, the soldiers around the army nodded silently, and the awkward Brandon twitched his lips.
"Hug, sorry, I ... I don't know how it is ..."
"No! Brandon de Salion, you did a great job!"
Connor, the heavy voice, stepped forward and pressed Brandon's shoulders. The unrequited Crown Prince almost collapsed to the ground!
"I won't ask about the reason or anything else. I just look at the results. You made a very wise decision." Connold, who was a little emotional, looked at his blood brother:
"In any case ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The Sakran Empire cannot bear the result of losing the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain!"
The two stared at each other for a full minute, until Connor took the initiative to release the hand that was pressed on his shoulder.
"This is the first time I really don't look down on you any more, Brandon."
"You are a real de Salyon."
"Undoubtedly, you should also get the treatment that a de Salion deserves-I will write to the father emperor to tell the whole process of the whole thing, and I will tell him that you ... saved the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain The person! "
"Wait, what the is going on ..."
Some surprised Brandon didn't have time to figure it out, and Connold had turned to walk in front of the black-haired wizard, and gave him a meaningful look:
"As for you, Lord Loren Turin ...
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