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Chapter 589 0583: Piston g Military Order

Ariel has given the order.

Pistonke will unite all the southern border forces that can be mobilized, and concentrate on attacking the Qiuming Ancient Road in the invasion war.

Ken had just finished his journey, but he was in a mess: the tide of undead hadn't subsided yet, Frengundor was about to declare war, and the city-state coalition forces suffered heavy losses...

Great time to attack.

Ariel wants to beat Thornton Kaya to the point where he can't resist before Frengandor arrives, and kill Ken hard!

A cold wind blew through the tent.

Ariel's fake eyes flashed a flash of fire, and when Ivan turned around, he had already clenched the steel sword.

The weapons of the knights of the imperial emblem are soaked in dragon's blood.

Ariel is a majestic knight sword, with mottled patterns under the light of the crystal lamp, as if a monster started to breathe.

The army was ready to go, and there was silence outside the tent, only the whistling wind and the snorting of horses in the distance could be heard.

It was eerily quiet, there were people outside.

The tent was opened, and there was an elf man, tall and thin with pointed ears on both sides of his cheeks, deep and aloof in his pupils, the long-bladed rapier was put in the scabbard, exposing half of the silver-grained handle.

He walked toward the high position with aplomb.

"Ah, who is this?" Ivan came back to his senses.

The elf is integrated with nature, and it is difficult to perceive his existence. He clearly saw the other party walking in with his own eyes, but it did not arouse any thinking.

"Geraint," Ariel said. "What are you doing here?"

The elf man stopped in the middle of the tent, not wearing armor, but a mercenary outfit.

Geraint's pupils are a group of green leaf spots, which are magnificent and exquisite, symbolizing the identity of the elves and nobles.

It is well known that Lunar Tree Shadow does not like humans.

The high-ranking elf walked into the Pistonke military tent calmly, which made Ivan wonder about his identity.

Geraint said: "Military order."

The hostility in Ariel's eyes receded slightly.

Geraint handed over the letter in his hand.

Ivan just glanced at it secretly, then felt his head dizzy, and then fell to his knees beside the fire cage with a plop, almost disfigured, and he didn't notice until he fell...

The elf swordsman was staring at himself.

"Think carefully, do you want to kill people in my territory?" Ariel threatened indifferently, and at the same time reached out to take the general order.

This is a secret order sealed with sealant.

Ivan was relieved and regained control of his brain. While walking away from the fire cage, he found that a long sword of the elf was also emitting purple light.

He is also a Knight of the Crown.

Ariel unfolded the letter, frowning more and more as he read it, and began to observe Geraint with that dangerous false eye.

The elf swordsman returned a look of disdain.

He said: "The empire already knows about the fact that you mobilized the army to attack the ancient Qiuming road... As you can see, reject all the above actions and return to the eternal frozen ice wall."

"reason."

"reason?"

Geraint said: "Didn't you see the wax on the military order? The empire does not approve of your actions."

"Shut up, elf."

Ariel became furious in a rare way, which startled Ivan.

Maybe it was because Nansen's death was too exciting, or maybe it was simply because he didn't have a good relationship with Geraint... maybe it was a combination of both.

Ariel waved his hand: "I am the leader of the Knights of the Northern Expedition. The action north of the high wall requires my consent, and I believe in my own judgment that the Qiuming Ancient Road must be fought."

"What about Ken Bouvier?" Geraint broke him.

Ariel did not feel guilty at all, but said firmly: "He must die too, not only because of Piston's prestige, but also because this man is unpredictable, and there will be endless troubles if he stays."

He held the general order between his fingers, and with his hands behind his back, he paced the tent while talking, his tall and straight figure exuding a sense of oppression.

What Ivan didn't expect was:

The elves did not quarrel with him at all. Military decision-making cannot be sloppy, and the interests of the empire outweigh their personal emotions.

"Let me make it clear that Ken Bouvier can't die, Frengundo won't kill him, and neither can you."

What Geraint conveyed was an imperial military order.

A great figure flashed in Ivan's mind.

The commander-in-chief of Pistonke, the morning star of the empire, is a man who assists the new king in ascension, implements Pistonke's reforms, and turns the tide.

In addition to Ivan's accident, many people also noticed Flen Gunduo.

Marshal Pistonke believes:

Ken needs to stay alive and ensure the North moves to the next stage.

Ariel didn't ask for details. With his brain, he could figure things out sooner or later.

Geraint left quickly after handing over the military order. It could be seen that the relationship between the imperial emblem knights was not good.

Before leaving.

Ariel asked casually, "Has the commander seen Ken Bouvier?"

The elf swordsman seemed to remember something.

"Let's meet once."

……

Afternoon, Sandton Kaya.

Bedi woke up from a coma and saw the familiar roof of the winter house, and the familiar smell made him gradually relax.

The past few days seemed like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

He was injured all over his body, and it was very difficult to move. It took him a long time to confirm that he had returned to Santon Kaya. There were other wounded lying in the room, and they were basically awake.

Bedi found a thick winter coat by the bed.

He recognized the familiar stitching, no doubt it was Granny's handiwork, and the dress was Bartley's, and he felt relieved.

It means that Batley is also alive and has been here to protect himself.

Sandton Kaya is still a haven of warmth and tranquility.

Beddy took a deep breath, trying to hear more voices in the wind, but today's tribe was quiet, and almost no one moved outside the house.

He lifted the curtain and came to the empty tribal street.

The copper bell swayed, and the cargo box rang softly. Travelers going to and from the tribe were still active on the mountain road. Except for the sentinel patrolling, no villagers were seen.

Beddy looked up suspiciously.

A purple light beam rose from the most important altar in the village, passing through the warm sun and reaching the clouds, creating a more atmospheric atmosphere than usual.

He tightened his winter jacket and found someone approaching.

The combat boots knocked on the floor tiles, and the visitor turned around the street corner, walking steadily, accompanied by the slight rubbing of the armor.

Bedi has always been timid, subconsciously lowered his head.

He saw a young man walking towards the village altar with a calm expression, followed by two heavily armed warriors. On the left was a strange middle-aged spearman, and on the right was...

"Mongolian?"

The two followed closely, talking in low voices.

Ken glanced into the alley, with a calm expression, nodded, and did not stop, while Beddy froze in place.

The two sides met once, but did not seriously introduce.

The young man shone like ice in his memory.

When Bedi came back to his senses, the three of them had already disappeared into the streets, and he followed them with strides.

Continuously passing through the alleys of the winter house, turning around the corner, suddenly enlightened.

The residents of Santon Kaya, the core troops, all gathered here, and everyone's attention was also concentrated on the high platform.

Beddy stopped and stared blankly.

A certain guess was confirmed, but it was still difficult to hide the surprised expression.

at this time.

Ken passed through the heavily armored soldiers, and walked up to the high platform amidst countless complicated gazes and low-pitched prayers.

　Happy birthday to book friend Xiao!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)