Wizard From Afar

At the same time, Eboden’s front line, the imperial army camp.

"Seriously, I'm a little confused."

Brandon scratched his head, with an unimaginable expression on his face, as if he was curious and as if he wanted to laugh. Staring at the two silhouettes on the opposite side-two Azorean warriors, one man and one woman.

To be more precise, it is the commander of the Azorean elves on the opposite side, Rodria Azores sent by the messenger in charge of negotiations.

The originally spacious camp was filled with the Imperial Knight, the two grand princes of Boye and Arles, the personal adjutants of the two grand princes, the advisor of the Imperial Family wizard, Albert, and the night watchman in charge of the guards. ...So that it seems a bit crowded.

Standing under the chandelier, the two wizard warriors in the middle of the camp have the illusion of being surrounded by groups.

"Look, we are already at war, you killed tens of thousands of us, we killed tens of thousands of you... uh... elves, I don't know how to count your number, each? Block? Only? Bar? Root... It doesn’t matter, anyway, one of us is going to kill the other. Let’s leave the rest to the headache. In short..."

"I really don’t Understand what you are here for. Is the head I sent you back last time not enough for your His Highness the Prince to understand what I mean?"

Under the tense atmosphere, two The expression of the wizard warrior was obviously unnatural, as if he was holding back his anger.

"His Royal Highness Brandon Desalion, as you know, we are the envoys sent by His Highness Rodria Azores to communicate and negotiate with you."

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Pushing the corners of his mouth tightly, one of the more mature middle-aged male elf warrior steps forward: "Regarding the previous conflicts and disputes between the two parties, His Royal Highness Rodria believes that it is the result of the failure of the two parties to understand each other. , Therefore..."

"Before you speak, please report your name."

Machete Grand Duke Sarika is lightly snorted, coldly opened the mouth and said: " What, is it possible that you Azor elves don’t even understand this politeness, so we have to teach them?"

The expressions of the two elves warriors are even more ugly.

"Extremely sorry." The wizard warrior had to lower his head: "Please forgive our negligence, next..."

"Oh, what if you don't forgive it?"

Brandon deliberately snatched another sentence with his head tilted.

"In Xia is the chief of Weiting, Bo Meng, and this is the deputy Fran." The chief of Weiting, who gritted his teeth and sat calmly, pressed his back and wanted to draw a knife. The female elf warrior:

"We can understand His Highness’s distrust of us, just as His Highness Rodría has the same grudge against the empires-after all, both of us are still at war and want to build trust. It’s not very easy."

"But if possible, you still need to try. After all, it is good for both of us." The army, and His Royal Highness Rodria is doing the same thing. That night’s battle is enough to show that neither of us is ready for the final battle, so why should we be so impatient?"

" Putting aside the war for the time being, set a period of armistice, and discuss a mutually acceptable condition; I think that such a result will be good for both great nations, so why can't we put aside the enthusiasm and choose a more favorable one? The solution?"

After a few words, Chief Wei Ting took a step backwards, silently waiting for Brandon's decision.

In the quiet atmosphere, His Royal Highness, who was almost lying on a chair, tilted his head with an impatient expression. It took a long time before he came back to his senses, right hand pointed at the guard with his index finger Chief of the court pointing fingers:

"Are you... finished?"

Chief of the court is slightly nodded.

"Very good, because I thought I was going to talk about the end of the world-your babbling energy just reminded me of my previous wizard consultant."

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Brandon glanced towards the granddaughter looking towards him, and the two of them smiled in a tacit understanding: "There is a question about the elf messenger who was cut by me before, what is your highness? Say?"

Such a provocative question, Chief Wei Ting had already expected it:

"His Royal Highness thought that the death of the last envoy, His Excellency Dion, was purely a misunderstanding. , That's the reason for the grievances between us."

"Oh, it's like my Uncle Severin Dessalion and his four hundred guards... "Squinting, Brandon's voice gradually rose.

"It’s just a misunderstanding. It’s a pity, but there is no chance to redeem it. So... forget it?"

"Although it is not easy to compare, but if you are willing to accept it, It’s okay." Chief Wei Ting is neither humble nor overbearing:

"Since the two sides are destined to use a glorious duel to determine each other’s destiny, why bother to cause more deaths and injuries for this kind of enthusiasm? The elves are still empires. Both are noble and glorious nations. There is no need to destroy everything because of impulse."

"Pu chi!"

Brandon laughed:

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"Noble and glorious nation, there is no need to destroy everything because of impulse...Seriously, I almost believe it by the look on your expression!"

"Really I almost forgot that you instigated the elves of the ancient wood forest to declare war on the empire, and sent the princes who assassinated the duchy and father Eckhar II at this moment to cause the invasion of monsters in the Valley of Blood Skeletons and kill them on the Duanjie Mountain. My brother, the army looted our land..."

"Oh, and my Uncle Severin Desalion, I was also cut off by your head and burned into ashes. Now, how come I almost forgot?!" Brandon with his mouth raised frantically became more and more excited, and finally screamed out.

"Hawk——!!!"

The frightened female elf Fran instinctively held down the hilt of the knife, and the Imperial Knights in the camp swarmed almost at the same time. , In the crowded camp, the piercing sound of sharp blades blasted out instantly.

"Stop! Keep calm!"

Seeing that the situation was going to be out of control, several officers quickly stepped forward to maintain order; and the same astonished Chief Guardian immediately stopped the shock Adjutant of :

"His Royal Highness, we are engaged in an all-out war that determines two great nations. This is how the war is-innocent people will die, and people we care about will die. It will cause countless destruction and death, which is inevitable!"

"We have created so much hatred, we cannot resolve the hatred, but at least we should treat it objectively-emotions are used forever. It doesn’t help, it can only make things worse, and it’s more impossible to redeem!"

The sonorous words echoed in the camp;

Those who sound broken and persuasive The words of force made the Empire Knights who were full of anger, unable to help but fall into thinking.

Of course, this will definitely not include a certain shameful prince.

"Good eloquence, don't be a warrior, I think you can be a speaker."

Brandon snapped his fingers and waved his hands to the sides. The Knights retreated one after another.

Looking at this imperial prince who was crazy for a while and normal for a while, the Chief Guardian didn't know what to say anymore.

"Tell us about the conditions of your Royal Highness Rodria. You two are here for this, haven't you?" Brandon, who looked indifferent, sat back on his seat and looked towards them with a tilted head:" If I agree to a temporary truce, what are his conditions?"

The Chief Guardian was finally relieved.

"His Royal Highness Rodría has only two suggestions about the truce." The female elf warrior Fran, who has never had a chance to speak, stepped forward and said rigorously:

"First, The two sides use the trenches and defensive facilities outside Eboden as their dividing line. Both sides set up garrisons on the border and ensure that they will not cross the border before the end of the truce;"

"Second, the Azores It will not blockade the Gem River’s channels, but the Empire is not allowed to take the opportunity to cross the border from the Gem River and attack the coast of Eboden or any Azorean ships that reach Eboden; in return, we will not send a fleet south to attack both banks of the river. Side your territory."

After that, the female elf warrior looked nervously at Brandon, who was in deep thought, waiting for the answer from the other party; in the flaming red pupils, there seemed to be something flashing Something she can't detect.

Brandon has roughly figured out what the other person is thinking.

Two proposals, the first one is more beneficial to the empire, so that you don’t have to worry about the logistics line anymore; the second is beneficial to the Azores, which is equivalent to allowing the empire to watch. As his reinforcements arrived, he couldn't do anything yet.

Of course, whether it is advantageous or not is a matter of lip service. Both parties cannot force each other to implement this agreement, and it is only a momentary thing to be broken. .

What Brandon is really thinking about is the real purpose of the other side's proposal for a truce.

Waiting for the arrival of reinforcements can indeed increase the bargaining chips and winning rate of the negotiation, but on the battlefield of Eboden, he has one million troops, and he can really put on the battlefield to confront, fight, and fight... Over two hundred thousand, deducting one hundred thousand at most from his side, the rest is just a reserve army that can only stare.

Although he doesn't think that a battle can determine each other's victory or defeat, he doesn't think he wants to do it quickly, and the person who doesn't want a truce should be the opposite.

So what is he really waiting for?

If it's not reinforcements, it should be another person who can change the entire battle... or something.

Brandon suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but pick frowned.

Lotaire?

Is it possible that the little elven Prince on the opposite side, just like himself, is waiting for the victory of Lothar's battle? !

Indeed...If the Azores won the Battle of Lothar, it would be equivalent to completely controlling the western part of the empire and the passage to Imperial Capital and Eboden, and they would be attacked by the enemy on both sides. Breaking the back line; if you think about it this way, it is indeed enough to affect the turn of the battle.

But it’s a pity, because the person who led Lothair’s battle was his most trusted wizard advisor; if even Loren Torino couldn’t win the Lothair battle, then I really have nothing to say. .

Come on, take a gamble!

"...Yes."

Almost at the moment when the two wizard warriors were about to give up, Brandon suddenly opened the mouth and said: "I agree with Rodria Ya His Royal Highness's proposal."

The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Hoo--!"

The relieved chief of the guard, with an involuntarily grateful expression on his face, hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to salute: "Your Majesty, I assure you , You will never regret this decision!"

"That...is not something you can decide, sir." Brandon didn't even look at him: "You are just a tool for spreading the word. , Don’t take yourself too importantly."

"Yes, that's it!" Chief Wei Ting didn’t have any thoughts to refute: "May I ask if you have any conditions and suggestions? If possible, I am also willing Pass your words to His Highness Rodria intact."

"No, I think this agreement is good enough if we can all follow it and see the day it expires. "

"It is true, then, your Highness, please allow us to say goodbye."

The voice landed, and the two wizard warriors almost finished speaking, they couldn't wait to leave.

"Wait!"

Before they could turn around, Brandon coldly opened the mouth and said: "Who allowed you to leave?"

"His Royal Highness Brandon?"

Just as a glimpse of astonishment flashed across the Chief Wei Ting’s face, he saw Brandon raising his hand, and the Empire Knights on both sides swarmed up and directly took him and the adjutant. Press down to the ground!

There was no time to resist—as early as the moment they stepped into the gate, Albird had already opened the ice shield, blocking the possibility of the two wizard warriors using any Void Power.

"His Royal Highness, what are you doing? Your Highness?!"

The Chief Wei Ting shouted eagerly, and the Empire Knight behind him took the opportunity to take away the sabers of him and his adjutant. .

"What to do, I think what I'm going to do is already obvious." Brandon said: "I understand what you are talking about" expression:

"Obviously, I want to kill you... is there any problem?"

The Chief Guardian who was blocked was almost speechless: "Please forgive me to speak bluntly, bluntly can't..."

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"no no no, you don’t want to do anything, you really think too much." Brandon shrugged: "I will still abide by the agreement with your His Highness the Prince, but I plan to kill you guys. The'reply letter' is sent back with your heads."

"As for how to kill you..." His Royal Highness looked back:

"Grand Duke Arles?"

"Yes!"

With a sound, the respectful Nolan Erd stepped forward and walked out of the crowd.

"If I remember correctly, Arles has a long history of skinning and is very good at using this method to torture prisoners."

Ignore the sudden changes in the faces of the surrounding people , And two elves with wide-eyed eyes, Brandon smiled and said:

"I'm a little curious, can I see it with my own eyes-living people are skinned or something?"

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"Your Highness! You can't do this..."

Before he was finished, Chief Wei Ting’s head was pressed to the ground, and the Imperial Knight behind him restrained him with a chain. The mouth was so rough that it smashed a few teeth.

"His Royal Highness, this..." Nolan Erde, who was astonished, looked at the surrounding eyes and swallowed his saliva: "We usually kill the criminals before skinning-living people skinning , Just to frighten the enemy and..."

"So..." Brandon blinked:

"Duke of Arles, can you do it?"

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Without hesitation for even a second, Nolan Erd’s one-knee kneels fell to the ground:

"Below, I will let your highness get what you want!"

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