Shaman from Afar

At the moment Connor de Salion appeared, the whole atmosphere was not right.

Even without looking into their eyes, Loren can deeply feel the intense enthusiasm and excitement from the soldiers who kneel on one knee, which is simply the "power" that can only exist in fanatics. .

These legionnaires ... whether serving as the guard of the Brandon Guard or the guard of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, are all expressions that can't wait to die for this man immediately-I am afraid that even Connold ordered to charge the dragon, they Probably not afraid of death, and went forward and rushed to Milassis under Long Yan!

Just standing there, let the situation reverse immediately, leaving Brandon and Loren and the others instantly isolated ... Connor de Salion, what a lofty prestige he has in the corps of the Empire ?

In any case, it must be higher than what Brandon described ...

Loren glanced sideways at His Royal Highness, who was already sweating, and at this moment, he had no complacency at all, and he had a pleasing posture from head to toe.

"Hi, Connold, this cloak really suits you! The fiery red robe is paired with the red hair of the De Salien family's ancestry, and the black armor, um ... mature colors and symbols will never be outdated … Oh, Aunt Fiteronet asked me to give you a greeting, I hope you will have a smooth ride at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain ... "

Brandon, who took the first two steps with a smile, gestured to the soldiers kneeling down on the ground. The atmosphere of death was breathless, making the smile of His Royal Highness more embarrassing:

"It seems that you have been sailing well ..."

"Brandon ..."

The crown prince shook his head and sighed, as if he was completely helpless to his brother who had been fooling around.

"Uh ... would you like to hear me talk about this?"

Connold stepped forward, and Brandon, who was standing where he was, smiled brightly and raised his head to look at his blood brother. The two DeSalesion left and right, and appeared in Loren's sight at the same time.

What to say, the indescribable subtlety is a kind of inexplicable subtlety-the two people are almost identical in appearance, except that they are exposed to the sun in the north all the year round, and Connor is a few years older than Brandon , A little bit more vicissitudes, but the gap can be seen before the glance.

The real difference is that the two people have very different auras. This makes it possible to distinguish the identity of the two Desaliens at the first glance, even if this is the first time.

"I already know a little bit from Ernst, although it's not surprising at all-how can I expect Brandon de Salion to obediently obey, that's too unrealistic!"

"It's worthy of Connor's brother." Brandon smiled even brighter: "You really know me!"

"I'm not boasting you."

Connold's voice was like a steel sword sharpened, although he was talking to Brandon, but the eyes full of sharp eyes had never left the black-haired wizard standing there from the moment he stepped into the training ground.

"Well, as expected." Brandon, who was still smiling, put his hands up and said lightly.

Connold glanced at Brandon, striding toward the interrogation platform of the training ground, and the middle-aged Cavalier Ernst behind him quickly followed.

"The soldier who took a lot of money from my brother. Bring him over. I want to see him--!"

"The kid ran away," the legionary sentry kneeling on the ground stood up and sipped on the ground with contempt:

"We saw him sneaking away when we came and just left the fortress."

Connor narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold.

"Ernst."

"Your Highness?" The faithful middle-aged knight hurried forward.

"That **** ... no need to interrogate and hang directly, my army doesn't need garbage!"

"The cavalry has been sent to chase, and he will be able to get him back tonight." Ernst looked cold. "The subordinates will make other soldiers understand the cost of violating military discipline."

"Very good. The rest is up to you. I have to solve a bunch of troubles left by the younger brother first." Beckoning behind him, Connor's eyes moved to the training ground aside.

The blizzard in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain was very rapid. Even in this early winter time, a thin layer of snowflakes had been re-accumulated on the ground in just a few minutes, and the bones were dyed white.

When seeing the dead legionnaires, Connor's expression obviously changed slightly, and he slowly moved to the dark-haired wizard in the center of the training ground with a trace of anger:

"You did all these?"

"If you are referring to these legionnaires who were about to kill me at the duel trial but were killed by me ..."

Loren's voice was calm, and he bowed slightly to Connold: "Yes, I did it. His Royal Highness Prince Connold de Salion!"

"You killed them, and more than one."

"I was in a duel trial, and justice and justice defeated them one by one! If it is wrong to prove my innocence and honor, even self-preservation, then I really have nothing to say, Connor His Royal Highness Crown Prince. "

"... Do you know that with this sentence alone I can hang you on grounds of disrespect for the royal family?" Connold's expression was even more ugly.

"These soldiers ... are all the elite legions under my command, and now you kill them, and you are expecting to be able to leave here at no cost?"

"They are also going to kill me." Loren didn't mean to flinch, and his plain eyes looked coldly at the Crown Prince:

"And you are right, I passed the duel trial-according to the military regulations of the empire, I can leave now!"

"His Highness Connold--!"

The knight behind the crown prince has stepped forward and pulled out his sword in anger: "Allow me to challenge this madman to let him know how much it will cost to violate your dignity!"

Connold ignored it, but still stared at the face of the dark-haired wizard: "Kneel down and then apologize for what you just said, I will no longer hold you rude."

"Then, as you just said, I can let you leave here unharmed."

Staring at the expression of His Royal Highness, Loren noticed something strange.

No, you can't kneel, this is a trap.

He used this opportunity to pressure himself, and also to Brandon-if he nodded and agreed, they and Isaac must immediately leave the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and naturally Brandon would be alone again.

Only when he and Brandon are together can they threaten the crown prince. Once he is forcibly separated, he is allowed to take control.

Brandon himself does not need to say much, as for himself-this world dares to rebel against His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, especially for himself as an outsider. There are really not many places.

Ruben in the Deep Forest of Lotel is probably ok, but if the Duke Frid is under pressure, the young earl may not last long.

Is it necessary to hide in incognito and hide in Ebden, or go to Morning Star Forest to find the female elf Liya?

Loren absolutely does not expect this "good life".

"Dear Brother Connold, can you not bully my wizard advisor?" With a smile on his lips, Brandon appeared behind the black-haired wizard:

"Especially in places like the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, it is really good to exert unscrupulous pressure on the descendants of a Turin family?"

Almost at the moment when Brandon's voice fell, the soldiers around the army were in an uproar, and there was a lot of exclamation!

In just a moment, Loren found that the knights and legionnaires around him looked differently. The original anger, fear, and resentment disappeared instantly, and it was replaced by some very complicated ...

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The officers and veterans on the stage were pale for a moment ~ www.readwn.com ~ A startled expression stared at the dark-haired wizard standing there and confronting Connold.

Connor's eyes twitched slightly:

"Did you plan from the beginning, Brandon?"

"I just didn't tell anyone about my identity as a wizard advisor." Brandon's mouth raised a smile again:

"But it's not surprising even if it's planned, after all, I'm not going to do it once or twice. Isn't it, Brother Connold?"

"very good……"

The soldiers around shouted louder and louder, and Connor's expression became more and more ugly, and he snorted:

"Put this Lord Loren Turin into the fortress' dungeon and let him sober!"

"Ah?" Brandon looked startled ...

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