Fairy’s Box

"What the Celtic governor meant, this battle...he won?"

Archon Isaiah first recovered from the gaffe, as if doubting his hearing, his eyes stared straight at the messenger, and his round eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"This is impossible!"

Archon Isabel shook his shoulders, covered his lips with one hand, and exclaimed with a ghostly expression.

"Yes, Your Excellency, that's exactly what the clerk said." The messenger nodded timidly.

"His Majesty……"

He turned his gaze to Alex again, glanced at the document in the other party's hand, and let out a questioning voice.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His Majesty the Deputy Emperor didn't answer directly, he let out a long laugh, and at the same time pushed the hard-faced document in his hand into the other's hand, with a hint of excited red tide on his face, and said loudly:

"Master Isaiah, read it yourself."

"As ordered."

Archon Isaiah couldn't wait to take the document, scanned his eyes, quickly found the out-of-context part of the previous messenger, and said clearly:

"...Although the barbarians are in great defeat, the hearts of beasts are immortal, the strong are bound to thieves, the weak are subservient, they do not care about kindness, they have nothing to do with grammar and education, but their nature.

Offenses without punishment will not be able to show the country's prestige, and strikes without taking them will undoubtedly lead to negligence.

Now that the main force of the Highland Kingdom has collapsed, and there are many surrenders, it shows that the barbarian chiefs have lost their hearts and morals. The ministers want to lead their troops to attack Edinburgh, support a new king, and join the division of the province. , showing the power of the gods Huanghuang.

——My minister, Aleigh Bernstein, with sincerity and fear, I implore the Holy Inquisition. "

The consul's powerful voice rippled in the hall. Except for the young Caesar's smiling face, everyone, including the general and the consul, looked stunned and dumbfounded. .

What the hell!

This kid resisted an army of 150,000 people, but he didn't shed his skin, and he was thinking of counterattack! ?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After more than ten seconds in the cold, Consul Hans cleared his throat, broke the deadlock of silence, squeezed out a smile, and said with a bit of embarrassment:

"This surprise came so suddenly and unexpectedly."

"impossible!"

Consul Isabel raised his eyebrows from his seat, supported the table with both hands, and questioned unceremoniously:

"It's just a barren land in the southern Celts. Even if all the people are soldiers, there are not 150,000 people. What does he use to stop the Highland Legion?"

"You suspect that he lied about military intelligence?"

General Lilith pressed her hands and elbows on her knees, leaned forward, and pondered with blurred eyes:

"If the little governor has a little common sense, he should know that this kind of thing cannot be concealed, so it is unlikely to lie about the military situation."

"If I remember correctly, the upper level of the Celtic Governor's Mansion has only one origin knight and five natural disaster knights. The upper level of the Highland Kingdom, conservatively estimated, should have more than 30 legions. No matter how you look at it, there is no chance..." General Ban Enlilun narrowed his eyes and said fidgetingly.

"Nothing is impossible."

Archon Isaiah looked away from the hard-faced document, took out a thick page from it, spread it flat on the table of the round table, and said happily:

"This is the battle report record of the Celtic Governor's Palace, which records all the information about the battle between the two sides in detail. Come and take a look, there should be no objection."

Before he finished speaking, the generals, who had been tortured by curiosity for a long time, immediately approached with a hungry tiger, and their six heads circled around the battle report record, tsk tsk admiringly discussed:

"It turns out that, pulling the local monsters to help, and the gods and dragons playing, this is a conspiracy."

"Using Glamorgan's location to ambush the Air Force, and blinded the Celts in the first round, ruthless!"

"The gun of Wallace, King of the Highlands, should be the fate of the Papal State. With such a large capital under the Free Alliance, it really is a must for the Southern Celts, and the cabinet really underestimated their ambitions."

...

After reading the battle reports of the Celtic Governor's Palace and the Highland Kingdom, everyone present dispelled their doubts. Except for Archon Isabel and Benn Lilun, who were embarrassed and speechless, everyone expressed to the Celtic Governor's Palace. Heartfelt praise.

"Speaking of which, what is going on with this new Celtic army?" Consul Hans was attracted by the term and asked curiously.

"The Celtic new army... That kid went to give me a military training record last year, and it seems that he mentioned the proposal of the new army reform."

General Zekexis showed a look of reminiscence, patted his thigh abruptly, and said without hesitation, "But I didn't take it seriously at the time, so I just threw it into the bookcase, and now it looks like I'm blind."

"Everyone, now is not the time to be held accountable."

His Majesty Alex returned to the main seat, raised his hand to signal everyone to be silent, and said lightly, "We should perhaps consider the Governor's proposal on how to deal with the Highland Kingdom."

"I think this proposal is very feasible. Madam Lilith, the royal bloodline of the Pandoragon family, is currently in the Highland Kingdom, and she is justified to support her as a puppet queen."

After Isaiah said ambitiously, she glanced at General Lilith from the corner of her eye, and the latter rolled her eyes.

All the generals expressed no objection, taking the opportunity to control the Highland Kingdom, unplug the stronghold that might threaten the Gaul Province at any time, and take advantage of the trend to attack the enemy's reputation.

"The people of the Freedom Alliance, I'm afraid we won't be able to get it easily." Consul Isabel said with a worried face.

"If they want to come, let them come."

Taking advantage of the victory of the Celtic Governor's Palace, His Majesty Alex's aura was stronger by several orders of magnitude: "The Empire's Atlantic Fleet will make them submit obediently, and the Highland Kingdom must be controlled by us!"

...

As for the Freedom Alliance, which also received the message at this moment, the two giants almost vomited blood, and a sharp sword that had spent a lot of money and worked tirelessly to support it was broken as soon as it was unsheathed. This situation is really unacceptable.

Pope Hailifan III, who had lost the angel, was furious and furious, and even proposed to arrest Wallace for guilt. Fortunately, Speaker Lucian was still sensible and tried to dissuade him. In the end, this proposal was approved by the cardinal and the Arcane Council. Ended up without interference.

In the next period of time, the Freedom Alliance racked their brains to think about ways to break the game, but when the defeat of the Highland Kingdom has been determined, there seems to be no way other than large-scale intervention.

Soon, Speaker Lucian made a plausible proposal, he believed that the plan to support the Highland Kingdom to annex the entire Celtic was now bankrupt. The Liberty Alliance should give up its illusions and do everything in its power to ensure the Fannon family's rule in the Highland Kingdom, and even make compromises including compensation to the Order Alliance.

The Papal State accepted the suggestion of the ally and sent its diplomatic ambassadors to discuss and negotiate with Rosevia. At the same time, it formed a large combined fleet, made a gesture of readying armed intervention at any time, and strengthened the confidence of the ally.

After meeting with the ambassadors of both countries, Rosevian diplomats said they were wishful thinking and insincere. He said that the Highland Kingdom's undeclared war violated international justice, and the empire imposed sanctions, which was a reasonable and legal act.

Under various circumstances of justification, the envoys of the two countries had to resign and put forward a compensation condition that was close to the bottom line. The Free Alliance was responsible for all the losses incurred by the Highland Kingdom's invasion of the Celtic Governor's Palace. The Highland King Wallace abdicated, and the next term The king is jointly appointed by Roservia, the Papal State, and the Iberian Federation.

In the face of the rare compromise of the Liberty Alliance, the imperial diplomats still maintained their position, saying that the self-defense counterattack was imperative, and the Highland Kingdom and the Fannon family must be punished.

In the end, the negotiation ended with the diplomats of the three countries completely tearing their faces. From this point in time, an unprecedented world war seems to have loomed.

In the whirlpool of this storm, the Celtic Governor's Palace was not affected by the external situation. It raised the banner of restoring the Pandoragon Dynasty, and continued to gather and destroy the remnants of the highland army in an orderly manner.

...

On a vast wasteland, lush grassland vegetation covers every inch of the surface. However, with the arrival of summer, under the full nourishment of sunshine and rain, these extremely tough beings sway their fat bodies and desperately show off their vigorous vitality. , the rhizomes are connected to form a green ocean.

Looking around, apart from the grass and fields, there are a few inconspicuous buildings in this unpopulated wasteland. These buildings are wooden houses stacked with tree trunks. From the tasteless appearance, you can see It can be seen that it is the signature style of the Celtics.

It can be seen vaguely that there used to be a circle of tall and solid earth walls around the wooden house. However, now only the ruins are left, and the building itself is already dilapidated.

Obviously, this is an immigration point that once belonged to the Celts, perhaps because the scalp can be exchanged for money, its former owner has left here forever. In short, the manor that has lost its maintenance has gradually been reduced to ruins under the long-term wind and rain erosion, and can no longer see the glory of the past.

However, these ruins that have not been completely covered by grass blankets still exert their residual heat. If the weather changes suddenly, at least the mercenaries and smugglers passing through here can have a free temporary shelter to shelter from the wind and rain.

But at this moment, hiding in this ruins is obviously not mercenaries and smugglers, but an army of about two or three hundred people. Although this was just a defeated army that had lost its morale, lost its helmet and disarmed, and fled from the Glamorgan battlefield, but from that side, the blue and white cross pattern on the broken flag can easily I can tell that this is no ordinary army.

Of course, this is not an ordinary army. This is the imitation army of the Highland Kingdom. At its peak, the full establishment was 30,000! However, there are only two or three hundred people left here, and most of them are injured!

The battle of Glamorgan, no one thought that it would end with such a tragic ending.

The sweeping operation after the battle of the Celtic Governor's Mansion was unusually sharp. Several elite garrison regiments were scattered, closely chasing behind the rout army, who was rushing and losing their helmets and armor.

All the fallen and stubbornly resisting Highland legions were slaughtered along the way, blood flowed into rivers, and a large number of soldiers who lost their will were captured by the Governor's Palace. The elites of the entire Highland Kingdom were almost uprooted and their vitality was severely damaged.

Among them, the imitation longevity army, which is at the top of the blacklist of the Governor's Palace, has been given special care.

The Governor's Mansion specially dispatched three natural disaster knights, Nicole, Clark, and Lydia, to chase down the defeated army and destroy all the resistance of the imitation army.

Facing the natural disaster knight like a wolf like a tiger, the imitation longevity army finally tasted the bitter fruit that the king planted for them in despair and mourning, and the entire army was almost wiped out.

Yale did not show any mercy or sympathy to these murderers who had caused great harm to the guards.

"Surrender or die!"

The soldiers of the Weisuo Army shouted such slogans and killed all the enemies who were trying to resist.

After blocking the Great Wall, most of the remnants of the Highland Legion who were in a dilemma finally gave up their illusions, signed a contract with the Governor's Palace, and joined the legion that restored the Pandoragon Dynasty.

And the defeated army left in the deserted wilderness is also increasingly haggard in the all-weather pursuit of the harpies. Those ugly monsters have amazing eyesight, even if they hide in the virgin forest, they will still be easily found.

After fleeing all the way, they found the wooden house by chance and settled down temporarily.

Inside the wooden house, a group of Celts in black armor and helmets are squatting on one knee on the floor in pain. Each of them is covered in blood and dust, and the armor is covered with cracks cut by weapons. and traces of smoke.

At this moment, the eyes of these soldiers are all gray and white, and there is no focal length in the pupils, as if they are looking at a certain point in the void.

What is even more terrifying is that these people have absolutely no expressions on their faces. It is not a manifestation of indifference, but a kind of muscle stiffness after losing all anger!

That is the face of despair and pain intertwined and tortured!

"I don't want to stay here...I want to go home...I want to go home." Suddenly, a highland soldier hugged his head and let out a cowardly sob.

"We can't go back, the Rosevians won't let us go easily... They blocked Hadrian's Wall. We don't have a boat and we can't go anywhere." As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier behind him shook. Shaking his head, he said in a voice that was almost exhausted.

"I think... we've done enough... For the selfishness of His Majesty Wallace, isn't it enough that we have died so many people?" One of them seemed to have the idea of ​​surrender.

"Shut up! We will never surrender!"

"Why can't we surrender? Who is it that we sacrifice our lives for?"

When the negotiation failed, the people in the room soon fell into endless quarrels, and no one could convince the others or give the best of both worlds to escape.