Wizard From Afar

Meternity Leopold, the Minister of the Seal, stood alone in front of the gate with his hands on his back, waiting for the moment it opened.

He waited for a long time...Since the early morning, when the door of the Sky Palace was opened, he has been standing here; the old man’s face is not half tired, and his gray eyebrows are dark green. The eyes are as clear as water.

Slightly raised his head, Metternich looked behind him as if he had noticed something-except for the empty staircase, there was not even half a silhouette.

sighed, the old man knows who is here.

"Today is the last day." As if talking to himself, Metternich's calm voice sounded outside the door: "After today, what happened in Boye will be spread. The entire empire."

"And the empire is ready."

On the empty stairs, a sound full of magnetism sounded.

"Three elite Legions plus more than twice the auxiliary corps, in the name of guarding the rear of the fortress of Dujieshan, were temporarily conscripted from Jufeng Mountain to the East Sackland, equipped with a large number of light cavalry and bows. Crossbowmen... Such an army is enough to contend with three times the enemy."

The old man's tone was steady and indifferent: "What is missing, there is only one commander who can control them."

"You care about something, Your Excellency Minister of the Seal." The voice full of magnetism sounded again.

"Just take it." Metternich interrupted him: "No, Lord Root Infinit, don't plan to go around with me-I know you are in Byrne and Poland. The two princes of Iraq have eyeliners around them, and I want to know the truth."

"Tell me, what is happening in Boye right now is far more than just a centaur invasion!"

Meternich's voice is vigorous and powerful.

After a long period of silence, the voice of the leader of the night watch sounded again: "Your Excellency Minister of the Seal, you asked the wrong person-if you really want to know, you should directly ask your Majesty."

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"Your Majesty..." Under the gray eyebrows, dark green's eyes narrowed into a slit: "Your Excellency Infinite, I have followed your Majesty since he was the Prince of East Sackland, far more than You were much earlier...Do you know who our Majesty resembles the most?"

"Roland Torino, the famous Black Duke." Before the other party could speak, the Minister of the Seal gave the answer.

On the empty stairs, there was a moment of silence.

"Is it ridiculous? That's right... The two people have completely opposite personalities, but their styles are surprisingly similar." The old man coldly said: "They will never tell you why, they just need you to obey him. Order."

"So, from a small attendant to today’s minister of the seal, several decades of life have allowed me to master such a small, not worth mentioning ability... from your majesty’s every In a spoken word and written words, he understood his profound meaning."

Meterneh raised his head slightly, his pupils gleaming with meaningful eyes.

"In that case..." Lut Infinite said again: "Then why do you ask me?"

"Because my experience in several decades tells me , Our majesty is doing an extremely dangerous thing, and it may even be related to the fate of the empire, and even the life and death of the empire!" The old man’s words revealed a solemn meaning:

"Suppress the church forces , The power to promote the tower of the wizard, the empire Legion that has been mobilized year after year, the full preparation of East Sackland, the indulgence of Byrne-our majesty is like a prophet who has learned the prophecy, or someone who has returned from the future, I am doing my best to prepare for a catastrophe that no one can predict and cannot imagine!"

"In addition, as I said, he is very similar to Roland...and we all know the fate of the Black Duke. What is it!"

The old man was a little excited by the series of words, he had to take a breath, and slowly calmed his overwhelmed heart.

"So..." Root Infinite's voice sounded strange and interesting.

"So I need to know...not only for your majesty, but also for Desalion, for the empire." Metternich said very seriously: "I respect your majesty, but his actions are Very irresponsible."

"Your Excellency, the leader of the night watch, I need your help-it doesn't need a lot, some very'normal' information is enough."

Root Infinite hesitated for a while, half a minute passed.

"Sorry, I can't."

The expression of the Minister of the Seal of the Seal did not have the slightest surprise, and the expression in his eyes was even more clear, slightly nodded-I can't say it, it's already Explain a lot of things.

On the contrary, he is the leader of the night watchman most trusted by his Majesty. If he is "fudged" to tell the "truth" in a few words, the credibility is really low.

"Then please tell me another thing, and please answer me truthfully as before." The old man once again opened the mouth and said: "Now, what is the most important thing in your majesty's eyes? "

"The most important thing in Your Majesty’s eyes right now..." Rutt Infinit slowly opened the mouth and said:

"It’s just with Brandon De The chess game of His Royal Highness Salion!"

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East of the Empire , Boi Duchy Big Boi collar, a large green sea grassland west of the centaur Margobi.

For two and a half months, Lord Laszlo Varna led a 100,000 elite hussars and finally collided head-on with 120,000 centaur tribal warriors on an unknown pasture.

So far, the Centaur War, which has been raging for nearly half a year, finally ushered in its climax; but whether it will be the end of the curtain, it is still unknown.

For this decisive battle, Laszlo Varna has made the most adequate preparations-throwing down the horseback people and recruits who can only cause trouble, one hundred thousand hussars All are Poi's core elite, armed to the teeth from start to finish.

An overly large army can only be a cumbersome, and the ones who can really fight are the warriors who are instructed by their arms and risk their deaths!

Feasts, rewards, knighthoods, scattered gold... Within a few days, Laszlo almost used up all the means to raise the morale of this army to the apex, and at the same time deeply grateful to himself, He even released the rhetoric, "Regardless of birth, no matter how high or low, the person who beheaded the Centaur Khan, counts."

This is not to the nobles, but to the hussars who were born in the Boi warrior and horseback people-the hereditary title belongs only to the pasture of one's family, and even the loyalty to one's own settlement... …

Those are things they couldn’t even think of!

After this sentence spread throughout the entire Boyi army, even those great boys on horseback who were still loyal to Salika Jonah knelt on this grand prince with excitement. At the feet.

The endless green sea, the black army.

Wearing the Byrne Knight armor full of Boye's style, Laszlo Varna rides on a horse, behind him is an elite silver armored rider holding a scimitar steed flag, follow closely protection For his safety.

Although the battlefield has never been associated with the word "safety"; it is never someone else who can protect oneself, but the armor on the body and the knife in his hand.

Laszlo Varna clenched the hilt of the knife around his waist.

Iron Cavalry——The ancestors of the Varna family were loyal to His Majesty Eckhart I in second life, and when he obtained this Mithril blade, he immediately thought of the name; a Poi Sabre Slightly different, full of weapons in the elven style of Yasul.

In the eleven generations of the past, it has cut off the heads of various enemies countless times-centaur, dwarf, werewolf, Evil God apostle, traitor... the list goes on.

And today I will use the blood of the Centaur Khan to add a touch of glory to it.

"It's started, Grand Duke." A serious Master Alchemist, the wizard tower veteran Harimvan Azamah brandished his mace wand: "The decisive battle is about to begin at last."

"Sixty thousand elite hussars, five thousand silver-armored cavalry, 40,000 infantry...The essence of all Boi has been gathered here, and there will be no more mighty division than this army in front of the green sea. !"

"It's rare that you can say flattery once, Master Azamay." Duke Varna couldn't help but chuckle: "I thought you were going to be like last time, and tried to persuade me not to Use a battle and a centaur to decide the victory."

"I just told the truth, and didn't deliberately exaggerate or belittle anything." Master Azama shook his head, his expression still steady:

"As for the decisive battle or not, the premise lies in the entire battle-doing so is best for us right now; of course, the enemy on the opposite side may think so too."

"Yes, this The barbarians are also here to help the beasts."

The pupils of Grand Duke Varna flashed with raging flames, staring at the "black" horizon in the distance.

According to the scout cavalry report, the enemy's strength should be around 120,000, which is almost the same as his own... This number should be the total number of young men in the centaur tribe.

As for the remaining women, children, old and weak, they are all gone; according to the scouts, I am afraid they have all escaped to all directions in the Centaur Margobi.

Not only that, they also found the remains of the Centaur King’s account near the Gobi, as well as a large number of burned and smashed baggage...the number of piles is so large that there is even the size of a town. .

So, the other party also concentrated all the elite, abandoned all the baggage, and prepared to fight to the death with oneself-with an unprecedented gamble, to determine the ownership of the big green sea.

Even if he didn't want to, but when he heard that his opponent and himself had made the same decision, Grand Duke Varna couldn't help feeling a bit of respect and a desire to challenge hundreds of times.

Winning means winning everything; losing means losing everything.

In this world, is there anything more that can make people nervous to break the heartstrings and tremble with excitement? !

Not anymore!

At this moment, the Grand Duke Varna was excited as if he was a few decades younger, and returned to the young years when the Black Duke was galloping horizontally and horizontally. He became the one who chased Roland Torino and fought hard and won Glory boy.

Turning the horse's head, the heroic ten thousand zhang Laszlo Varna has his head high and looked towards the black army that almost covered the entire prairie:

"Great The warriors of the Green Sea, the sons of Poi--!"

Grand Duke Varna shouted:

"They are here!"

"They slaughtered your robes, burned down your settlements, and slaughtered the centaur barbarians of your relatives and children, they are here;

They...stand on our grass field, standing swayingly on us Land!"

"Why, why?!" His anger was wide, and Grand Duke Varna's eyes swept across every face in front of him:

"Because in the Gobi We lost that battle! Your father, son, uncle, are dead!

Tens of thousands of warriors, like a group of rabbits, were chased and killed by these barbarians for three days and three nights! Live! The ones who came back are not half of the dead!"

"So they are here again, swaying again! They are not here to snatch your cattle, sheep and steeds, not to kill our relatives and Clan;

They came to kill us and kill us, and let Boye be subjugated! Exterminate the species!

They came to take away the grassland under our feet and take us away The pastures passed down from generation to generation; use our flesh and blood to feed their livestock, cattle and sheep!"

"So they are here; they are here to kill us, to grab them! What do you say?"

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Grand Duke Varna drew out his long knife and shouted hoarsely:

"I said...Come on--!"

"Try it!! !!!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of Boye Hussars pulled out their sharp blades and screamed; a series of roars continued under the dome, resounding through Heaven and Earth.

"Kill them, a debt of blood must be paid in blood ——!"

"Kill them, a debt of blood must be paid in blood ———— ——————!!!”

The thrilling howl, stimulating the mind of every Poim horseback; the unforgettable hatred, the bloodthirsty born with him, on horseback The warrior's bravery...in this brief moment all pouring out uncontrollably.

Longing for revenge, longing for killing, longing for glory... Longing for the saber in your hand to win everything!

As the Grand Duke of Boi for several decades, Laszlo Varna certainly knows best what can arouse the words of these horseback people, what can make them go to death desperately, and ten times a hundred times The enemy fights.

The people on horseback in the Great Green Sea are not farmers in the fields...the sabers in their hands are not crude rakes.

"Boy’s sons--!"

The grand prince of Varna, who is proud of ten thousand zhang, waved the "iron cavalry" long knife in his hand, and drew his horse from the front of the battle. The cavalry galloped past in front of them, and the great cloak behind them was waving in the wind:

"Out of the battle--follow me to meet the enemy--!!!"

The shouts are continuous and morale is high. Following the silhouette of Laszlo Varna, the Boyi army officially rushed to the battlefield.

Footsteps, wheels, horseshoes...the dense and complex noises stepped heavily on the grass, tens of thousands of sounds accompanied by the leisurely blowing of the horn, full of shock.

At the same time, the densely packed silhouette on the opposite horizon also began to commotion-a full 120,000 and a half people Ma Dajun spread out, and the horizontal formation alone is enough to fill all of a person Vision.

It's not a torrent, it's a stormy sea on the sea!

Next moment, the expressionless Grand Duke Varna coldly raised his long knife and slammed it forward.

In this gamble of life and death, the first dice was rolled.