Wizard From Afar

"The Eboden Rebellion, the monsters of the Duanjie Mountain, the Imperial Capital Judgment, the Centaur War, the Cloud Peak Coup... plus Azores and ancient wood forest elves, the Empire, etc. Years are really getting more and more uneven."

"Really?"

"Yes, many people who came back from Golovin said that these years There are almost as many disturbances as the past ten generations combined."

"So exaggerated?"

"The exaggeration is not the amount of things, but almost everything Loren, what about you."

"Aiya, if you don’t say I didn’t find out, Brandon Desalion..."

With hypocrisy and formulaic Smiling, the cathedral was in the hall, and the two people who closed the door were chatting without a word.

After three years of absence, Brandon is obviously more cunning and tougher than before.

If you change to the previous Brandon and encounter this kind of thing, your first reaction is definitely to think that there must be a trap here, and you have to stay far away, lest you become the crown prince of Connaught and the Vault of Heaven. "Targeted".

But now... no matter how much it is concealed, the black hair wizard can see the excited expression in his eyes-it is by no means lucky enough to survive the assassination, but the smell of blood The shark looks like when sweeping the prey.

Of course, the only thing that hasn’t changed is that he is still as keen on taking risks as he used to... Otherwise, the prince who holds an army in his hand will appear in the court of a duke, and the result will be absolutely catastrophic!

Because he realized that the assassination of the Kingdom of Azores was an excellent opportunity for him.

Once Eckhardt II-his noble Imperial Father-is killed, no... even if he is seriously injured, as long as he is used properly, Brandon can reverse the situation and bring Connold Imperial Brother kicked out of this game.

All he needs is a little bit of strength, a little bit of chaos, a little bit of time.

But...

"Do you disagree?" Looking at the black hair wizard who was always in circles with him, Brandon held his cheek a little unhappy, his forehead fiery-red The ends of the hair drooped down.

"It should be said...this is not the best time." Loren did not shook his head, but tacitly agreed: "You can see this great opportunity, and Connold Dessalion also Yes."

"With his wisdom, vision and methods, he would have no defense against this kind of thing?"

Brandon pouted and turned his head to indicate that he did not want to answer this. problem.

"Secondly, even if he is not prepared...only 10,000 troops can be mobilized at any time-don't forget, he is still the legal crown prince, and the support of him in Imperial Capital Golovin is still in the majority." Loren was helpless. Persuaded:

"Once the Sky Palace really changes, the first thing those imperial aristocrats think of is Connold, not your "shameful prince"-do you think the group will hold it in their hands by then The guy holding the city gate key will open the door to which army?"

His Royal Highness rolled the eyes again.

"Imperial Capital supports you right now by the Imperial Family wizard Academy, the grassroots unions and several Great Chamber of Commerce …wizard Academy. Not to mention, the remaining two parties are willing to be loyal because they are following you You can make a fortune; but if you think they will sacrifice themselves for you and bet your life, that’s a real whimsical thing."

The embarrassing prince slumped on a chair, tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, doing a corpse-like death. .

"As for the Grand Duke Wertz of Allermans...I have dealt with him, if you think he will give us face for Lushun's sake, then take it for granted-with me He directly identified us as a rebel with greater probability."

"This opportunity looks very attractive, but in fact it is full of traps and difficulties... Don’t you think it’s too much for you to be labeled as “conspiracy with the elves”?"

Brandon, who has been "dead" motionless, puts his hands together on his chest, his face is gray shape.

After talking about a long section of black hair wizard tsk tsk, I lifted up the water on the table to moisturize my throat. Since Weber became a Byrne bishop, I’ve never seen it in this cathedral anymore. It's wine.

The cathedral's side room with the door closed was quiet for five minutes.

In the end, it was Brandon himself who couldn't help but: "...you don't agree?"

"Yes." Loren, with a calm complexion, answered quite decisively this time : "I don't agree."

Then why did you talk about a lot of things that didn't--? ! ! !

Brandon's face is full of black lines, with blue veins in his temples, and he can't wait to rush to strangle that calm black hair wizard to death!

But he also knows that it is not three years ago now...Loren is no longer his own wizard advisor, but the prestigious Duke of Byrne.

The interests of the two people are closely linked, but the actual situation is that they need him more.

even more how he said very reasonable, this plan is very irrational, too bold and too risky, once a few variables are all lost.

But... if it’s that simple and you just bow your head and admit your mistake, the shameless prince is not a shameless prince.

"What a shame, dignified Duke of Byrne, with the strength of oneself who turned things around in the Centaur War and the ancient wood forest negotiation, he would be so timid and cautious."

With a kind of teasing and sour tone, Brandon deliberately looked towards the black hair wizard with a very provocative look: "Really, where did the little wizard that shined in Eboden back then? Isn’t it gone?"

Exciting generals?

Loren slightly smiled, who raised the corner of his mouth and put down the water glass: "No way, we are just ordinary persons, not the protagonist in a certain novel-walking on the edge of the abyss without wanting to be swallowed by the abyss, You must be as cautious as possible."

"Especially...now we haven't even figured out who the enemy is."

The black hair wizard's expression gradually became serious.

Brandon frowned slightly, his bright eyes sparkling with doubts: "You mean..."

"I don't want to be alarmist, but... the fact is the Kingdom of Azores The threat posed is absolutely beyond our imagination." Loren looked at Brandon very seriously, his eyes sharp:

"Brandon...If now you think this assassination is just pure Assassination, that would be a big mistake!"

"Yes, this must be just a part of their invasion plan, I know."

With a tone of unpleasantness. , Brandon shrugged: "Such a large-scale assassination is definitely to cause turmoil in the empire, so that they can take advantage of the opportunity; I guess within half a year or a few months, there will probably be outside the port of Eboden. ......"

"No, you still don't know!"

The black hair wizard sighed, interrupted the prince who wanted to continue.

Brandon’s idea is similar to the original Loren. The purpose of the enemy’s raid is nothing more than to weaken, so that when they invade, the empire cannot quickly gather enough power to confront them and obtain a strategy. Advantage.

This is not wrong, and it is also roughly in line with the intelligence dug up from the wizards and the guys in Middle.

The only problem is the scale of the invasion.

There are only two directions of invasion-from Eboden ashore, marching along the Jewel River all the way to the Imperial Capital Golovin; or taking down the ancient wood forest and raiding Deep Forest.

Across a sea of ​​mist, no matter how much you think about the enemy’s strength, the enemy’s strength will not be much; even if calculated by two to three times the size of the Empire’s ocean-going fleet, it would be about 30,000 at best; this point The siege of Eboden was a bit difficult, let alone entering Imperial Capital.

So although he was assassinated and almost died, Brandon still didn't care about the Azores invasion, but regarded them as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Under the city of Eboden and even the Imperial Capital, defeating a strong Great Influence that is not inferior to the empire in strength and prestige can win prestige and gain recognition from the empire more than defeating the invasion of monsters in the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain.

The premise of all this is that the strength of the Azores is really only two or thirty thousand trifling.

"What do you mean?" Brandon's expression became more confused, and he blinked: "You mean...they have other ways to get more troops across the sea of ​​fog, in the empire Landing on the coastline of China?"

"It is not possible, but must be done."

Loren shook his head, his eyes were meaningful: "For the Azores, The result of this war is related to the survival of the entire race!"

"So no matter what the result or the means...the Azorean elves will definitely create amazing miracles that make us jaw-dropping. The army, appeared on the border of the empire!"

Heavy words echoed in the side hall.

Brandon, who could finally understand the seriousness of the problem a little bit, finally put away the disapproval on his face and became much silent.

But he still has a lot of things he doesn't understand.

"Although I don't know much about Azores, but...this should be a kingdom comparable to the empire?" He frowned, scratching his head desperately: "How can it be unfathomable mystery, you will face Is there a question of survival?"

The confused prince looked towards the black hair wizard, hoping to get an answer.

But Loren didn't say a word, just raised the index finger of his right hand and pointed towards the top of his head.

Brandon suddenly.

The fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain, the northern ice sheet... Niederhogg.

"You mean, the Azorean elves were also invaded by Evil God and monsters like the giant dragon kingdom back then, and the entire kingdom and even the continent were destroyed?"

" Natural disasters, monsters, Evil God, civil war... are all possible." The black hair wizard was slightly nodded, with a very calm expression: "But no matter which kind, the presence of the Azores that can make the Azores feel threatened, I’m afraid it’s not for us. It will be more friendly."

"even more how the empire faces more enemies than the Azores... In the north, the Evil God apostle Faoda just fell asleep and fell asleep last time. It has not disappeared."

"The threat lurking in the ice field will detain the boundary mountain at any time and deter the entire empire."

Brandon lowered his head and said nothing. Fell into contemplation, and his expression was extremely tangled.

Even if everything the black hair wizard said is true, it is still a very dilemma for him.

Should you seize the opportunity before you, or continue to remain silent?

"In fact, Brandon...this Azores invasion is indeed an opportunity for you." Loren opened the mouth and said abruptly: "Moreover, it may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity ."

Once in a lifetime?

"When an unprecedented enemy appeared on the coastline border, when the empire was alive and dead; on the ground covered by the iron crown flag held by the three giant dragons, thousands of people were panicked."

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"At this time, in this situation, what kind of ruler would they call for?" The black hair wizard raised his mouth meaningfully:

"A wise man, A wise, noble and reasonable and legal monarch who is followed by everyone, a man who can bring benefits to everyone and make the empire in a sea of ​​joy?"

"Or...can be used incomparable With the power of horror, the roar of the earth, the flames of destroying the world, sweeping away all the invading enemies, let the empire’s "black city wall" ravage the enemies into dregs, pile up their corpses into mountains, and hang their heads over the city. The gate's......"

"......Where's the savior?"

Brandon's face changed, and suddenly he was stunned.

"until now, Brandon...you all regard your biggest innate talent as the reason you were targeted. That's right." Loren smiled and continued:

"But When this kind of terrifying power is needed by everyone...that’s when your opportunity comes."

"Use this power, you can not only get what you want, but also In this war, it has become a salvation that everyone is watching..."

Bang——!

With a loud noise, Loren's words stopped abruptly-the door of the side hall was knocked open.

It was Lucien who broke in.

"Master Loren! It's okay...His Royal Highness Brandon?!"

As soon as the gray-eyed boy rushed into the room lifted the head, he was second familiar with him. silhouette was startled; his complexion changed suddenly and he was in a daze for half a second, and then immediately closed the door behind him again with a "peng!"

If the news of His Royal Highness Brandon's appearance at Byrne Cathedral is leaked, it will be all over!

When he turned his head back, the sullen prince had re-dressed and arranged his disguise, with his hair covering most of his face, and staring at Luz with only one of his exposed eyes. Hmm:

"Let’s talk, what's the matter?"

Twitching his throat, the gray pupil first glanced at the black hair wizard next to him; after receiving acquiescence, Put it in relieved, and took out a letter from his sleeve.

"This is... the intelligence sent from Imperial Capital, just sent."

"Imperial Capital's intelligence... isn't it that there are too many rumors to be sure?" Loren immediately Slightly frowned: "Where did you get it from, and how reliable is it?"

"The reliability is 100%, because it was handed to me by Peter Fasa... Others are now in red blood. Fort Court, you can ask him in person later...better wait, because he was hurt very badly."

Who was hurt very badly?

"So..." Brandon raised his eyebrows in astonishment: "This is the internal intelligence of the night watchman headquarters?"

"Yes, a more accurate statement is absolutely the first First-hand information" The gray pupil nodded, hesitated for a moment, and slowly said:

"Although...maybe there is no more'Night Watchman Headquarters' anymore."