Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 486 Xingshuo, Northern Border

On a September night, the sky seemed particularly far away.The flowing starlight converged into a long river, flowing quietly over the sky above Solkonan.

"Astrologer, this is the direction God is guiding us in. Your Majesty, what do you think?"

"Every astrologer has his or her own understanding, Your Highness Anastasia. If it's Carnegie, he believes that the starlight enshrines the beautiful vision of mankind."

"And then froze to death after lighting a match in the cold night and watching shooting stars entrusting unreachable fantasies?"

"Your Highness is really pessimistic."

Photius stood up and raised the teapot: "Do you want another cup, Your Highness?"

"No, thank you." Anastasia shook her head, indicating that there was still some in her cup, then shook her head and said, "If it weren't for the fact that it was not for optimism, who would want to be pessimistic?"

"Only we can sit here and drink tea and look at the starry sky."

"What does His Highness think?"

"Maybe we need some changes." Anastasia said without concealment, "As for the things that need changes...there are too many."

"Your Highness is really full of ambition." Photius raised his glass, "But I don't dislike it."

"Having said so much, it's time to ask Your Majesty what he thinks." Anastasia lightly touched the cup to Photius, "What do you think?"

"Think what?"

"Like a call-up order?"

"Conscription order..." Photiou narrowed his eyes and said, "It's been a long time since I saw La Rochelle make such a big move. It's really beyond my expectation that His Majesty will make such a big move."

He looked into the distance: "Northern Xinjiang has reported successes again and again. With His Majesty's ambition, he will naturally think of counterattack."

"Ambition?" Anastasia sneered. "Did he achieve any feats during his reign? It's just indecision."

"Your Highness..." Photiou's aged brows and eyes showed a hint of helplessness that was close to pampering, "Although His Majesty is not here, talking like this behind his back is always..."

"Just be realistic." Anastasia shook her head.

"But have you ever thought about what His Majesty's move will bring to La Rochelle?" Photiou's expression suddenly became serious, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Anastasia who was showing a puzzled expression. Ya, "When the southern, eastern, and western aristocratic private armies are all transferred to the northern border in large numbers—"

"I have a guess, just a guess, maybe His Majesty wants to kill two birds with one stone, maybe His Majesty has indeed listened to what His Highness usually said?"

Anastasia froze.

She has been at odds with her father's political views for many years. During these years, she has seen that La Rochelle has no tendency to move forward, but has been stuck in the abyss, repeating the pace of "seek stability, seek stability".The stubborn rule of the aristocrats in the old days made the place their toy, and the words of the central government can only make them laugh a few times.

She tried her best to change the status quo, but few ministers in the court supported her, and her father did not express her attitude either.

But now Photios said so.

The old man put his hand on her shoulder.

"Ao St. Emma is still thriving, and they once again ushered in a wise monarch. When you were young, His Majesty did plan to make a big move, but the existence of Uriel Harris made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles."

"La Rochelle is in an embarrassing era, seeking stability is only for self-protection."

He looked out of the window. They were on the tower of the inner city, and they could almost see Solkonan from here.

The lights in the outer city went on and on, and the colleges in the middle city were still brightly lit.If you take away what's going on in La Rochelle, it's quite a spectacle.

"To make a change, for His Highness, it is just an idea that can be implemented after thinking about it, but for Kelsen, it is a huge test."

Photios' voice was faint, with a sigh, "I do. I hope that the stars really represent the gods and can guide us in the direction of our progress. I hope that there is a star that is always bright in the sky of La Rochelle, watching it all the time. When we shine."

After he finished speaking, he saw Anastasia with a dazed and surprised expression on her face, pointing her finger to the distance outside the window——

At the end of the galaxy, in the direction of the north, a bright light suddenly lit up.

It is so eye-catching and bright that it eclipses the galaxy beside it.

And at the moment when the light came on, the bell of the Primordial Church in the inner city suddenly rang—only the guards would stay in the church at this time, so how could anyone ring the church bell?

when - when -

The leisurely bells echoed in the inner city, spread to the middle city, and then to the outer city. All the original churches in Solkonan were ringing at this moment——

until the starlight fades away.

"That... what?" Anastasia asked tremblingly, but saw that Photios got up at some point, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head in a low voice:
"My lord, Danya, are you going to bring blessings to your followers again?"

The old man's eyes seemed to light up, and he looked up to the north again, trying to understand more from it.

But the starlight dissipated.

"Your Majesty..." Anastasia whispered, but saw Photios wave his hands, then bowed his waist, walked down the tower step by step with his hands behind his back.

Only his quiet voice remained, echoing on the tower.

"Your Highness, but now he has chosen to change."

"Regardless of success or failure, what will be left to La Rochelle after the call-up order passes?"

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This is the third snowfall in Tochi City in October, but it doesn't have the beauty of being covered in white.

The distant sky is covered with dark clouds, and the freshly fallen snow has been trampled black by dense footprints.The clearing outside the city was full of men in thick leather hats and armor running about.

As the closest city to the Judea Pass in the north, Tochi City naturally took on the task of distributing the private troops who came in response to the "conscription order".

"Hurry up, hurry up, is the station of the Derek Rock Legion ready? Not ready, why are you here in a daze?"

"And you, the Amathir Nature Guard who arrived the day before yesterday complained to me, what the hell are you doing?"

The man who looked like an officer was anxious and angry, and he couldn't rest all morning.

"The way you are doing things, what will others think of our flying dragon army in the future?"

"My lord, I am wronged. Those country bumpkins in the east asked for some fresh fruit. We have never heard of that name. Where can we get it for them?"

The soldiers of these Flying Dragon Corps reserve soldiers couldn't express their bitterness towards their orderly officers, they could only complain in their hearts, what kind of bullshit call-up order, what kind of grand duke or earl's private army they called, all of them were the same as the uncle , What family's private army in the south that arrived ten days ago actually wants to eat seafood?
Aren't we the ones who tortured us?
"Damn it, bah, is it easy to bully our Flying Dragon Corps?" The orderly officer spat, and helped the felt hat that was a little crooked on his head, "Where is the natural guard stationed? I'll go find them!"

"My lord, this..." The soldier seemed to realize that his momentary words aroused the anger of the orderly officer, and quickly waved his hand, "It's just a small matter, they also backed down..."

"Report, my lord, another team has arrived!"

The orderly officer frowned, and picked up the list on the side: "Shouldn't all the southern, western, and eastern ones be here? Why are there more? How many of them are there?"

"Looks like less than 1000 people."

"There are not even 1000 people. What are you doing in the north? Meat for the undead?" The orderly officer frowned, "Tell them to go to the west side, Xuecao Village, and stop causing trouble for us."

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Azike's mood is not very good at this time.

From Siliki to Judea Pass, it took them a little faster than the expected 20 days.Because starting from the road, the Siliki Army has entered the training mode.

How to march quickly, distribute physical strength, and quickly repair and recover, these training items have greatly improved the speed of the Siliki Army's advancement.They basically walked in the mountains and forests all the way, avoiding the towns on the way, and only occasionally settled in villages.

This saved them from some strange looks.

until they entered the pass of Judea.

Atzke thought about the smallness of Siliki, sending such a "weak" legion to the northern border to fight, what kind of eyes those garrisons who had seen the major legions would look at them, but he didn't expect Jude The soldiers of Yaguan treated it with complete disdain.

When they entered the customs, under such gazes, they felt like deserters or begging refugees, but they had nothing to say.

"Will Torch City treat us better?" He sighed and asked the half-elf boy sitting on the back of a black horse and looking into the distance.

"Of course—no." Cyril made a naughty long voice, which was in line with what Azike thought in his heart, and made him even more frustrated. He couldn't help but said, "When will this trend of judging people by reputation be changed?" Change, I think those legions are not as good as us."

But when he looked up at Cyril again, he found that the corner of the half-elf boy's mouth was raised.

"Atzke, don't you think being ignored is a good thing?"

"Ah?" Azik frowned, thinking about what the boy said.

"To put it bluntly, we want to develop quietly, and then become a blockbuster." Cyril looked to the two sides, and the snow on both sides were traces left by the previous conscripts. At this time, most of them had received the order and headed north went.

Azike thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's true. If we can kill a bone dragon quietly... how about that?"

"You are dreaming." Cyril rolled his eyes at him and continued, "To put it bluntly, this is a necessary condition for us to keep ourselves."

"Keep yourself?" Shell on the side leaned over and asked curiously, "Why keep yourself, who dares to touch us, wouldn't it be over if you cut him?"

"But what if it's your own people who hurt you?" Atsk already figured out what Cyril said, and he replied, "It's not that they besieged us, but let us be cannon fodder, advance team, are you going or Why don't you go?"

"This..." Shell was stunned for a moment, and then he was pulled back by Leonardo's shoulder. "Okay, okay, you should learn how to command the team at most. This kind of complicated problem is not suitable for you."

"Leonardo, what do you mean!" Shell turned his head and went to fight Leonardo aggressively.

Cyril's words made Atsk's mind suddenly clearer. He didn't join the army after graduation, so he was naturally insensitive to these things, but he didn't completely understand.

A person with a good mind can immediately understand many things as long as he is instructed.

"Look, the messenger of the Flying Dragon Legion is here." Cyril looked forward, a soldier was striding forward, and then announced their whereabouts with a straight face.

"West side, Snow Grass Village? Whose orders do you follow?" Azike couldn't distinguish the vague accent of the orderly.

"Thomas." Cyril repeated, the name made him feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember any famous general in northern Xinjiang with this name.

"It doesn't sound like a capable guy." Atzke shook his head, and Cyril had ordered the temporarily repaired soldiers to stand up, and then the Siliki army set off and turned to the direction the orderer said.

There are a lot of such scattered resident in the northern border, and Cyril has no dislike for the small village resident.They are like fulcrums one by one, supporting the defense line inside the vast territory of the northern border.

In the game, these scattered fulcrums provide players with a steady stream of tasks, no matter where they go, there will be wonderful side tasks.

After the fall of Lovisa Alderney and the loss of La Rochelle's initiative in the northern border, each of the side missions seemed shocking.

Siliki's army turned to the west, and Xuecao Village was a certain distance from Tochi City, and they arrived near noon.

This is a village built on a low raised hill with a high terrain.The surrounding snow fields are flat and white, obviously there are few outsiders.Looking up, I could see soldiers patrolling the fence outside the village, but there were only two or three of them.

But getting closer, when they saw the faces of those people clearly, everyone couldn't help showing weird expressions.

"Are these people...human?" Atzke wondered. These soldiers had dark complexions, and the necks with their thick limbs had the luster of scales. No matter how they looked, they were not of pure human blood.

"Obviously not." Mia's expression was a little excited, she looked at Cyril, and the latter's eyes fell on her, "Miss Mia, do you still remember that person's name?"

"Of course, I didn't expect it to be him..." Mia showed a trace of regret, "But why are they arranged in such a small village?"

"Who knows? It may be because the task was not successfully completed, so he was left out in the cold, or it may simply be because the strength is not up to the standard..." Cyril shook his head, "Let's go, let's go up and have a look."

While they were advancing, soldiers came up to them immediately, their weird golden pupils swept across the Siliki army, and then there were strange conversations among these soldiers:
"It looks amazing, why was it assigned to us?"

"Who knows, probably offended someone."

"Who is your commander, let him go...huh?"

The soldier on the left suddenly made a strange sound, his eyes fell on the young man riding a black horse in the crowd, staring at that handsome face and those long pointed ears, he couldn't move away:

"You, you, you are not that who, that—"

And Cyril nodded slightly: "Where is your commander, who is it now?"

(End of this chapter)