Shaman from Afar

After a few days of marching, the team of Loren and his team finally arrived at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain as scheduled-although slightly ironic.

Although the Blood Skeleton Army returning "on schedule" blocked the attack of the monster army, it missed the Battle of the Boundary Mountain Fortress, which in a sense was also one of the incentives for the fall of the fortress;

By the time they arrived at the Jiejie Mountain Fortress, there was no longer any sense of "Jianjieshan Fortress".

Some are just ruins that block the only road among the mountains.

Standing on the messy battlefield covered by snow, Loren and his party with different moods looked at the ice, snow and rubble piled up by the rubble and rubble among the mountains.

Some places have been completely buried by the collapsed gravel, and the original shape cannot be seen; some can still vaguely see the original protective walls and collapsed towers, but most of them have only a little rubble; some are piled up The corpse looks like it was only recently cleaned up; some of the shorter and sturdy towers are well preserved and stand alone in the same place ...

The ruins of different shapes were dyed to the same color by the falling snow and ice, and she could even vaguely see her once majestic and elegant style.

once……

Construction began in the second generation, the fourth generation was completely completed, and the continuous improvement of the successive generations, the imperial north gate, the fortress of the broken boundary for hundreds of years ... It was turned into a material by a dozen or so wizards A ruin in front of us.

Although there are many factors in this-the landslides in the mountains, a sufficient understanding of the fortress, and the emperor personally turned on the final switch; but just "this is all created by the wizards" is enough to be amazing .

The wizard represents the future ... this is the collective longing of the master Corona and the entire nine-pointed star wizard tower, if they can see the scene in front of them, see the fortress representing the "past" turned into rubble by the "future" It should be very gratifying, right?

But whether such a future is good or bad is hard to say.

After all, although the destruction of the Dragon Kingdom is full of conspiracy behind it, or even being deliberately guided by certain forces, the wizards still have to bear a large part of the responsibility.

Too much power-even if it is subject to various restrictions and pays the price-will still be awesome, fearful, and vigilant; it is the same whether it is a person with power or a person without power.

If this problem cannot be solved, I am afraid that in the end the imperial wizard will still end up with the dragon kingdom.

Not to mention the fact that Holy Cross is the enemy of wizards ... also from the hands of wizards.

Looking at the iron crown flag flying in the ruins in the distance, the dark-haired wizard could not help but sigh.

No matter how cranky you think, people who have seen the ruins in front of you from now on will never underestimate the wizards, at least they will start to pay attention to the power of this group.

No longer juggling, no longer just "insignificant", no longer "annoying freak heresy", but a group of people who have special knowledge and power and should be valued and should be valued .

Void weapons, floating cities, the earthquake magic array that destroyed the fortress ... Isaac Grantham, maybe the fate of the imperial wizards can really be turned upside down in his hands.

"The temporary camp is just in front, and the Rangers who returned early have notified us of our arrival."

The figure of the night watchman Edward walked out from the side of Brandon, and said softly behind the crowd, "They have already prepared blankets, tents, hot food, boiled water and heated firewood. The army can take a short break here. . "

"In this case, what are we waiting for?"

Brandon's expression was surprisingly indifferent, and he even said coldly without even looking behind him. "Speed ​​up, don't let the soldiers wait."

After finishing the speech, His Royal Highness ignored the people around him and took his own steps. The people behind him had to follow the camp towards the ruins of the Broken Mountain.

Edward, the night watchman, followed the prince, and he also glanced at the dark-haired wizard on the side, suggesting something.

Silent Loren just gently raised the corner of his mouth.

Through the ruins and some simple earthen walls and temporary fortifications, Loren and his party finally returned to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and the shadowy crowd was waiting for their arrival in the camp.

In a dead camp, there was no sound. Everyone was standing silently on both sides, forming a dense wall of people, leaving a passage for His Royal Highness and the accompanying knights.

A narrow road leading straight to the center of the camp; across the crowd, there was a pile of platforms there.

The platform was there, isolated from the other ruins and buildings in the camp, solitary; dozens of wounded veterans formed a circle and guarded it.

Really aware of what Loren, instinctively reached out to stop Brandon, who was still moving forward, but was pushed away by His Royal Highness.

"If ... this is the last side of me and that guy, I would never want to be the guy who hides from seeing it." Brandon's voice was soft, but he could hear his inner firmness

"I have to go, Loren, I have to go ... I have to tell him to let him know that I am not afraid of him and he has nothing to fear ... I have to look into his eyes. Do you understand, I have to look into his eyes? Talent ... to make him ... "

"Only let him know ... I am back, there is nothing to worry about."

The scorching eyes and the obsidian pupils looked at each other, and the burning eyes were filled with the power of certain determination.

After a few seconds, the dark-haired wizard let go of his hand, but was caught by Brandon again.

"Come with me, please, I know this but ... I don't want to go to see him by myself." His Royal Highness sipped his lips and pulled his nose hard.

"Heroes who won the Battle of Blood Skull Valley ... I think you should be qualified for this."

Loren had to agree.

The two of them walked slowly towards the platform under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, and the atmosphere was depressed and solemn.

In the crowd near the platform, Loren saw Charlotte's figure; the countess of the Red Blood Castle looked as serious as the surroundings, except that the servants of the wind and dust were completely lacking the usual style and even a little tired-this was in the past It is absolutely unimaginable.

At the moment when he saw the figure of the dark-haired wizard, Charlotte's eyes lighted up, but he didn't use it for half a second, and then he squeezed the rushing momentum. It was natural to lift his chest forward and become a new one. The serious look just nodded toward Loren.

Somehow, he did not see the figure of Grand Duke Salika Jonah.

The dark-haired wizard with raised eyebrows followed Brandon onto the platform.

Connold's body was lying on it; a thick cloak and black linen covered him.

Brandon stepped aside, his pace was steady, his right hand was raised several times but lowered again and again; finally determined to pinch the black cloth, but could not bear to open it.

"Loren ... you know I always envy him." Brandon whispered suddenly. "Since the day I was born, I have always envied him, even envy him."

"I'm jealous of his great attention. Jealous of him being admired by Aunt Fiteronet. Jealous that he can have so many people willing to allegiance to him, even to die for him ... I have never experienced that feeling."

"But in the end ... I don't really jealous of these. What really made me jealous is the effort that my father poured on him-the kind of attention and attention that let me know that I am different from him ..."

"I hate that distinction, even if I know that what I want is not that." Brandon murmured. "But now ... I don't know why ... I feel a little sorry for him again."

"The" ideal "that hangs on the mouth, the eyes that are attracting much attention, the expectation of the father, the faith that persists until death ... You talk about this guy who makes people envious, jealous and hateful, does he have a day ... to live for himself ? "

"If he did everything, all choices were based on ideals ..." Looking at Connold's body, the dark-haired wizard said in a deep voice, "Then he is living for himself all the time."

Looking silently at the expression of the dark-haired wizard, Brandon thought hard for a while, but finally smiled slightly.

"Yeah, this is Connor, no ... this is the emperor."

"Either turn the empire's" ideal "into its own power, or turn its" will "into the empire's will-the Iron Crown, and it is such a chain that combines the two into one."

"Put on the chain, you can detach and become the empire itself; but on another level, you are just a mortal."

"The emperor ... is such an inhuman, half-human, half-god monster, hahaha."

Brandon smiled, but in the end the smile stiffened on his face, looking a bit lonely and bleak. His tranced eyes seemed to penetrate the black linen and saw Connold's face.

"But ... Dear Brother, I came to see you specifically not to say this."

As his expression changed, Brandon stopped looking at Loren and stared at Connold's cheek under the black cloth.

"I will never be a guy like you, I can't do it if I kill you, and I don't want to be like this-I will never be a slave of some kind of" faith "or" ideal ", I will not, you also Know I wo n’t! "

"I am Brandon de Salion, forever, I will not become Connor I or you are called" the supreme emperor of the thirteenth generation ", and I will never become the fourteenth Or a few tenths, I ... it ’s me. "

"I want the empire to remember my name even after thousands of generations, just like" Sage "Brandon and" Mad Dragon Queen "Charlotte, not" Another Brandon. "

"For this goal, I will never let the empire perish-the empire will never die in my hands, that ’s your purpose, right; rather die to protect the dignity of the DeSalinese family, as if that thing It ’s more important than being alive ... "

Brandon kept talking all the time, and his speech was fast, as if he was deliberately suppressing his nervousness, pretending to be normal, and still calm.

The dark-haired wizard stood silently beside him, his eyes hanging down to clearly see his trembling arm hidden in his sleeve. Even if he clenched his fist, he could not restrain the trembling arm.

"boom----!"

At this moment, a tidy sound came from the camp under the earth platform.

"Bang ———— Bang ———— Bang ————!"

The solemn soldiers of the legion suddenly began to beat the halberds and shields in the snow under the feet in a rhythmic manner; first, it was a little messy, and soon the voice gradually became unified and neat.

"Bang ———— Bang ———— Bang ————!"

The uniform sound of percussion soon spread throughout the camp, and the Blood Skull Warriors who had just returned with Loren looked at the surroundings with different expressions.

Some of the older veterans changed their faces, and their alert eyes clearly recalled something; while other young knights were startled, and then involuntarily began to knock on the weapons in their hands; wait for the people beside them It was too late to think about stopping them.

The entire ruined camp on the Boundary Mountain has been transformed into a "shocking" ocean.

"Bang ———— Bang ———— Bang ————!"

In the bursts of sound, the expressionless night watchman Edward raised his hands and held a black iron crown banner with a long sword and a crown on the banner.

Mithril sword, kingship.

Treasure crown, iron crown.

The former represents the position of the DeSalinese family in the Knights of the Royal Sword, and the latter represents the legal principles that have been inherited from the first generation to the Emperor Gao and the queen of the dragon kingdom Brunnhild.

Edward, the night watchman holding two treasures, walked through the wall of soldiers step by step, walked to the platform under the spectacle, lifted the treasure up and knelt on one knee.

The veterans on both sides seemed to have practiced countless times, raising the zither shield with one hand over the top of the head, kneeling face to face, forming a "passage" with a shield in front of the platform ~ www.readwn.com ~ From Brandon's feet all the way to Edward holding the treasure.

The ruined camps that were still "lively" one moment ago suddenly fell into silence, and all became quiet.

"The old emperor is dead, the crown is vacant, and there is no one on the throne ..." The low voice of Edward, the indifferent night watchman, echoed in a dead camp

"We cherish His Majesty Connold I, the thirteenth generation of the glory he brought, and his confrontation with tens of thousands of brutal Azore elves above the tower-his spirit, courage, perseverance, Determined ... We will always remember, but ... "

"No matter how we remember, the empire ... there must be an emperor, someone who can take over the burden of Connold I and create the fourteenth generation stands in front of us, leads us, rules us, teaches us ..."

"We ... The Empire implore you, His Royal Highness Prince of East Sackland, the Crown Prince of the Empire, and his legitimate and legitimate successor, Brandon de Salion, to take over this burden and become our emperor!"

"We implore you ... to be crowned Emperor!"