Wizard From Afar

Meanwhile, Wimpal Academy, Azores Elf Camp.

"Go away."

Looking at the messenger sent by his younger brother with a cold eye, His Highness the Prince, the Azores spirit, gave the final answer very simply.

His appearance is similar to Rodría Azores has several points of, but one can see how different it is.

He did not wear a thin robe like the elf warrior, nor did he have a cloak, but a brown piping big cloak like the empire lord, underneath is a delicate and practical leather armor and chain armor; except for a long hand Outside the knife, there are the short blade on the calf, the dagger on the waist, the dagger under the wrist, arm armor, leg armor, hand armor, breast armor, shoulder armor...armed to the teeth.

The short hair only leaves the ponytails on the top of the head and the back of the head, and the shaved temples look very capable. Compared with the thick and tall figure, a certain elf little Prince is simply not as thin as he looks like.

And a certain petite and cute elf girl is even thinner like a doll.

"His Royal Highness Sicotus, wait a minute!"

Seeing the elven warriors around are about to swarm up, the elven girl who can't even roll her eyes—the second seat warrior Shera— Under one-knee kneels, he quickly said with a cold sweat:

"Even if you don’t want to accept the invitation of your younger brother, please take care of the life and death of the Azores; the empire is already in Sisa. Crane defeated His Royal Highness Rodria, and now he has blocked Eboden in two ways!"

"In addition, the life and death of Your Majesty Xiong Yingwang is unknown. If no warrior stands up and presides over righteousness, then it must be Will be overthrown... Hey, don't catch Shera, Shera is just a simple and cute girl. She shed blood for Xiong Yingwang and made contributions to the Azores. There is no credit and hard work... Your Majesty! Forgive me. , Your Highness, Your Highness! Your Highness..."

"Even if you don't speak, I know what Rodria is doing."

His Highness the Prince raised his hand, The indifferent elf warriors soon dropped the elf girl who was almost dragging out of the hall, and stood back in the shadows under the pillars on both sides.

Xula trembling with fear fell on her knees, trembling and lying on her stomach, her cheeks almost completely on the floor, she did not dare to move, like a domestic cat who was afraid of being thrown out by her owner. Same.

"Roderia Azores, my great younger brother, famous warrior, outstanding commander, kind child, friendly Royal Family, natural heir, oh, and..."

The heavy iron boots made "pa!", stepping on the floor tiles, and she was not even a finger away from Xuela's cheek; the soul flew away and scattered the body trembled of the elf girl, and quickly put it on The little head hides deeper.

"The well-known lunatic!" Lowered his gaze, Sicotus coldly said.

Don't say anything, the elf girl closed her mouth, she didn't even dare to breathe.

"So if I follow your'suggestion' and bring these 100,000 outstanding warriors east to join him, do you know what will happen?"

The scabbard hung down, and forcibly provoked the elf girl's chin: "I'm asking you to ask you, talk."

"This, this kind of thing, Sheila... Sheila..." The elf girl is already fast. I cried, and tears filled his eyes: "How could Shera know..."

"It's very simple, I'm dead."

Siktus smiled slightly , Just laughed terribly: "And my dear younger brother will add all crimes to the imperial people, thinking that I will become Xiong Yingwang in the name of revenge, and continue his game."

"He The game...yes, this is the only thing Rodria Azores cares about-duel with warrior is a game of fighting; traveling alone is a game of adventure; a natural king is a game of strategy; commanding the army ......"

"It is a game of gambling on the fate of the whole clan, stacking all the chips on the balance, a gambling game!" Staring eyes, staring at the tearful girl Jing, the soul The expression of flew away and scattered:

"For Rodría Azores, who has already put life and death away, only such a gamble can arouse his interest a little."

"And me, the life and death of the Azores, everything... to him, it is like a background story in a game; living lives like you and me are his chess pieces and chips-no I need you to tell me, I know exactly what kind of stuff my younger brother is."

"Just as I also know very well what kind of stuff you are, the second lieutenant of the Imperial Court...oh." sneered. , Sicotus slightly paused: "Now it's the second seat of the Imperial Court, right, Shera."

The elf girl quickly stopped crying, and showed a grin like a rascal cat begging for food.

"Thanks to His Royal Highness Rodría and Xiong Yingwang for not giving up, Shila..." Half of the words, she immediately noticed the impatient Shira in the eyes of the elf Prince, and immediately changed her words.

"Because of the country’s favor, Shera risked her death to implore His Royal Highness Sicotus to withdraw his troops and join His Royal Highness Rodria at Eboden!" The elf girl quickly said: "The Empire is now The human army has arrived. Since Lotaire's battle is not going well, it is better to..."

"The battle is not going well?"

"Ah! Sheila is wrong! Snow Nonsense! Your Majesty, don’t take it seriously, Xuela..."

"peng!"

A hole was smashed into the floor.

"I used a winter to surround the empires of Deep Limburg so that they could not trouble me, and killed all the'relatives' in the ancient wood forest who dared to resist the Azores. ;"

"I have captured hundreds of ogre and found a way to tame them so that they can be used by the Azores army;"

"I captured the deep forest Fort, killed their Duke, took half Lotaire, and opened up the main traffic;"

"If it weren’t for the Empire’s reinforcements, Lothai would already be in my pocket. Thing, such a victory..." Sicotus's voice was low and gloomy:

"In the mouth of my dear younger brother, it turned into an unsuccessful battle?"

"In that case, he spent a month on the coastline, besieged in Eboden for the whole winter, and sank in the sand in Golovin...Is it triumphant progress all the way, a big victory?"

"No no no! Shera is wrong, Shera is wrong, Shera shouldn't..."

"Save the province, the second seat of the Royal Court, I know what kind of stuff you are. "Sicotus again coldly snorted and interrupted:

"Your acting is wonderful, but I have seen too many wonderful acting--compared to them, you are not special "

trembling with fear, the elven girl kneeling on the ground, still curled up shiver coldly, her forehead stuck to the cold floor tiles, she didn't dare to move.

Several rushing horns came from outside the closed gate-the clearest is the warning signal that sounded one after another in the camp, and the farthest and most vague one should be the empire's marching number.

In the deadly room, the stern Prince Sicotus narrowed his eyes.

"How are the warriors preparing?"

The heavy voice of Prince Sicotus sounded in the hall.

"Any time."

An elf warrior helped his sword out of the shadows, bowed his head: "There is news from the front line that the empire's army is only 50,000 or less-if You order that you can kill them at any time."

"Only fifty thousand?"

"Only fifty thousand."

"Where is the flag?"

"It is a black-bottomed Golden Lion banner--according to the information collected, it belongs to Loren Torino, Duke of Byrne; he has the strongest and most well-equipped heavy cavalry in the Empire."

"Have you seen Lotaire's flag, and the red, white and black cross of Alemans?"

"No, our sentry did not see it. The army with such a banner appeared, it should have retreated."

"Retreat...No, they will not retreat. There is fraud in this."

Ignore the huddled on the ground. As the elf girl walked towards the fireplace, Sicotus frowned slightly in thought.

This is not the total strength of the enemy.

According to the information sent back by the defeated outpost, this imperial army had at least 20,000 forwards alone. There were also a large number of cavalry and formidable power. Huge, fast-moving projectile weapons, total force. It should be around 80,000, plus Lothair's remnant defeated 20,000 mob, at least 100,000 troops.

In other words, at most only half of those marching toward the fortress camp appear on the battlefield.

It may also be the most elite half, and the rest should still be ambushing around.

In the blink of an eye, Sicotus probably guessed the enemy's tactics.

Using the most elite army as the leader and decoy, lure him into a frontal attack and confront him; the rest of the army maneuvered, taking advantage of the opportunity of sending troops to capture the fort camp, and then unite inside and outside, attacking on both sides.

Simple tactics, simple but practical.

Of course, such a tactic requires the opponent to have absolute confidence in himself and his army, because if the friendly army cannot take down the fortress as scheduled and launch an attack from behind, he will have to face two The enemy of times, and the Azores warrior with twice the strength of his.

So either he is like his younger brother Rodría, a madman seeking excitement and desperate; or he is full of confidence, ready to annihilate himself here and kill him in one fell swoop.

Yes, this seems to be a particularly "simple" tactic, and its only function is to block the enemy's retreat, and then wipe out everything.

The blazing fire reflected the corners of Prince Sicotus' slightly raised mouth.

He began to understand why the younger brother who was fearing nothing in Heaven or Earth would be so scrupulous about this guy named Loren Torino.

Maybe... I can also bring myself a little surprise.

"Open the door, send the forward position, all the ogre will be put on the battlefield-I want to give this fearing nothing in Heaven or Earth to the Duke of Byrne, a little surprise."

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The great cloak swelled, and Sicotus Prince suddenly turned around and walked towards the gate with a heavy and steady step. The wizard warriors on both sides immediately stepped forward and opened the gate for him.

"His Royal Highness, do you want the whole army to be dispatched?"

Under the shadow of the pillars, there was another respectful voice from the elf warrior.

"No need--since he is so confident, I would also like to meet this guy." Sicotus coldly said, "Thirty thousand elite warriors, with ogre and those casters "Poor relatives" are enough."

"Then...what about us?"

"As for the rest of the warriors in the camp...you wait for my signal and defeat him in the front Later, I will tell this...Your Excellency the Duke of Byrne, what despair his friends have experienced!"

"What should the messenger of His Highness Rodria do?"

"Leave it to you, pay attention, don't let her die-dignified the second seat of the four courts, only to die on the battlefield to be worthy of this honor."

"As you bid."

The voice fell, accompanied by the departure of Prince Sicotus, cheering the elf warrior who had left with Prince and "peng!" The door was closed with a crash, and the hall with a burning fireplace returned to darkness. .

In the middle of the hall, only the shiver coldly elven girl curled up on the ground was left.

"Hoo—hey!"

A deep breath, the elf girl who was still kneeling on the ground a second before stretched her arms and stood up suddenly like a rabbit taking off. He stood up bouncely, his face was filled with fluke.

"Huh-scared Xuela to death, scared Xuela to death, really almost thought that she was really dead, really just a little bit, a little bit!"

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The elf girl talking to herself desperately gestured, as if she was describing how small it is "a little bit" like a non-existent guy.

One jump, two jumps, three jumps...

When the girl lands again, the surrounding wizard warriors are already kneeling in a circle beside her. The wizard warrior that Tusi talked to, the pupils of gray and blue rays of light flashed.

"According to your order, we have controlled all the troops except the warrior of His Royal Highness Sicotus, a total of 60,000 elites, all of which are assembled according to your will; please order, Master Shella!"

"Master Shella, please give your order!"

The excitement voice was completely no longer calm.

"Aiya, don't say anything about Lord Shera, she is still a cute girl; petite, cute, innocent, childlike, without threat, not big at all."

The laughing sorry elf girl scratched her head, playing with the short blade "puppet theater": "But sixty thousand elite...well, this number should be enough for your Royal Highness Rodría; I see people who work so hard For good reason, shouldn’t Lori Zade’s position as the head of the Regalia be handed over to the lovely Shera?"

The cheerful elven girl was jumping around and inadvertently noticed the leader just now. The wizard warrior dragged on the floor by himself.

"Master Shella?"

Warrior lifts the head slowly, a little bit of enthusiasm in his eyes.

"You... well, come here and get closer."

"As you bid." The warrior knelt and moved forward a few steps.

"It’s not enough, get closer, get closer, a little bit is enough... well, very good, that's it, lower your head, lower down completely, lie down... well, then open your eyes , Countdown, three, two, one..."

Bang——!

Without warning, the elf girl slammed a foot on his head, and the wide-eyed front door slammed directly on the cold floor.

But the elven girl didn't stop, but she still smiled, stepping hard and hard on the back of his head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Ten minutes later, Shella gasping for breath finally turned around, carrying her hands as if she got it. Like a favorite toy, I looked at the remaining wizard warriors happily:

"Okay, the rest is over, let's take action!"

"Follow the order!"