Fairy’s Box

boom--!

In this extremely chaotic debate, I don't know who knocked down the weapon beside him. When the mace hit the floor and created a cloud of dust, everyone in the wooden house seemed to have been stung by a bee, and stood up in shock. stand up.

The soldiers leaned closely together, posing as if they were facing a great enemy, with a look of vigilance and fear on their faces, and their eyes kept glancing out the window, as if a ferocious beast might jump out of there at any time. them.

Time passed minute by minute, and the strong wind passed through the broken earth wall from time to time, making an intermittent "woohoo" strange sound. The only silence in the wooden house was the sound of breathing, but even so, they were reluctant to relax their vigilance, and remained on alert as if they were nervous.

From these details, it is not difficult to infer that this barbarian army has clearly become a flock of frightened birds with fragile nerves. Everywhere they can see is the grass and trees. keep fleeing.

"Damn Rosevians! If it wasn't for the misdirection of that **** traitor Thomas, we would have breached their stronghold and reclaimed the land of our ancestors!"

In order to appease everyone's nervousness to the limit, the leader of the team began to change the subject and complained indignantly.

And it was his clever complaint that completely intensified everyone's emotions and made the atmosphere in the house tense to an uncontrollable situation.

"From the beginning, it was a laughable mistake that we came here."

One of the soldiers put down the weapon in his hand, sat down on the ground slumped, and said with a dejected expression:

"Whether you want to admit it or not, the facts are in front of everyone, and we can't even win against a weak Rosella Governor's Palace."

"You're right, even if we defeat the group of cold-blooded butchers, we won't be able to survive the follow-up counterattacks by the Roseviers... This war is really meaningless."

Another soldier agreed weakly, and fell beside him with a plop. Suddenly, he seemed to have figured out something, and lowered his voice and said:

"It's all the king's fault. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have come to this **** at all."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and after someone finally revealed the "Emperor's New Clothes", the soldiers full of complaints immediately pointed their finger at Wallace, and they all started venting at me:

"Who said it wasn't, that His Majesty's mistress could fill Edinburgh, and after inheriting the throne, he would build palaces and buy luxury goods endlessly. And every once in a while, he gave a lot of land to the Papal State. When will he Have you been so generous to civilians?"

"Think about it carefully, wasn't that traitor Thomas appointed by him exceptionally?"

"It's really unfortunate for the Highland Kingdom that such a king inherits the throne. If His Royal Highness Kenneth became the king, he would definitely not be so foolish."

"It's really strange to say that His Royal Highness Kenneth is paralyzed for no reason, and King Gary's death is even more inexplicable. In addition, King Wallace has repeatedly given generously to the Pope, so there must be something dirty..."

Seeing that the soldiers were talking more and more directly, and their resentment was almost beyond words.

"Enough! Is this the time to discuss such a thing? If you have the energy, let's think more about how we should escape from being chased by the Rosevians!"

"escape?"

The soldier who collapsed first showed a sarcastic look, spat bitterly, and said sarcastically in a mocking tone:

"The front is the Great Wall controlled by the Rosevians, the sea is on three sides, their pursuit army is on the ground, their hunting party is in the sky, and in the woods are the monsters with their hearts, where can we escape?"

"Bastard!"

The officer was speechless by his questioning, and in a fit of anger, he pulled out his short knife and stepped forward in a sudden step:

"You coward, after talking so much nonsense, don't you just want to surrender? Since that's the case, I'll just execute you right now!"

"If you think killing me can solve the problem, then you can do it!" The soldier stared coldly at the other party's eyes, while tightening the muscles of his body, his right hand reached the short knife around his waist like lightning.

However, at this moment, the soldier who had been standing behind the commander suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes. He rushed forward and pulled out the short sword on his waist.

A bright glare dazzled everyone's eyes!

Between the lightning and flint, the soldiers had no time to judge what their companions were doing, but everyone saw that he stabbed the short knife in his hand in the direction of the commander... Strangely, they all chose to stand on the sidelines.

"you!"

The officer was clearly aware of the movement behind him, however, the man's violent outburst was too fast to wait for him to react.

Puchi - the sound of the sharp weapon piercing the flesh has already sounded.

Drop drop drop...

The thick blood dripped onto the floor along the blade pierced from behind, and there was another puff, but this time it was the sound of the blade being drawn. With a calm expression, the soldier pulled the short knife out of the back of the person in front of him, drawing a **** line, then threw the blade, and looked blankly at his colleagues who were looking forward with cold eyes.

boom--!

A dead body fell down, and the gray eyes were filled with unwillingness and perplexity, looking at the broken roof of the wooden house, as if they were complaining silently.

"Stop arguing. If we keep arguing, we will all die. At this point, you should already understand that the kingdom has lost a crushing defeat. If you want to survive, you have to give your life to the Rosevians!"

He squatted down and said coldly while wiping the blade with the front of the deceased's shirt.

The crowd was silent.

After a long while, the surviving soldiers met their gazes, gritted their teeth, and nodded at the same time:

"It's not the same as working for someone. Anyway, the kingdom belongs to the Fannon family, and it has nothing to do with us. It doesn't matter who he rules!"

"Then come with me."

Then the soldier nodded, suddenly stood up, put on his helmet, and strode out of the room. After a while, within the earthen wall of the wooden house, a plume of smoke and dust floated towards the north.

...

Highland Kingdom, Edinburgh.

As the capital of the Highland Kingdom for hundreds of years, the city has always been the heart of the northern Celts, integrating economic, administrative and cultural centers. The people who live here, even the commoners, often enjoy the grace of the royal family, which is a little more peaceful and peaceful than the residents elsewhere.

But today, the capital has lost its former peace and tranquility. An army is stationed in every street and alley. Although the news of the king's defeat has been blocked, teams of Rune warriors gathered from the territory. It seems that something has been revealed, casting a cloud over this once prosperous and peaceful city.

Inside the Royal Palace, the Senate Hall.

This is a palace specially vacated from the palace to deal with military affairs after King Wallace succeeded to the throne. The hall made of carefully treated linden logs is very natural and beautiful in appearance, and the interior is redecorated, although it is not as good as Roselle Via's noble and gorgeous, but do not have a local style.

Moreover, the wood of the main hall exudes a faint fragrance, the windows on all sides make the lighting very abundant, the green trees outside the hall are covered with fresh air. Therefore, King Wallace has always chosen this place to meet the lords, generals, financial officers and inspectors who came from the nearby areas in order to better understand the impact on the surrounding areas after the outbreak of the magic disaster.

In the past, there was always the scent of mixed highland whisky, the fragrance of the maid’s body, and the chatter of the lord and general, but at this moment, the hall was filled with a dead silence that seemed to stagnate even the air.

Dozens of high-ranking lords of the kingdom who came with their squires gathered together, standing at both ends of the bright red carpet in the center of the hall, wearing robes and swords, and that black robe was still swaggering. But now they have completely lost the aggressive demeanor of the past, and they all stared blankly at the floor under their feet with their heads lowered.

In the hands of the lords, on the solemn throne carved and made of precious olive wood, the king dressed in Chinese clothes was present. At this time, he did not have the usual calm and calmness. Deeply sunk, the heavy exhalation at the end of the nose is so clear in the silent hall.

There is also the face and neck. The extremely abnormal blood red oozing from the pale skin makes him look like a king who is a noble boy most of the time. He looks like a humanoid beast forced to the brink of death. There was a terrifying aura.

Wallace has always had this expression ever since he was defeated in Glamorgan and managed to escape with the power of the holy spear. In just a few days, he seemed to be possessed by a demon, leaving only the body of a walking corpse.

"The Rosevians will not accept any compromise or reparation, and will continue this war until the Highland Kingdom is destroyed, or the rule of the Fannon family ends..."

No one dared to lift his head to look directly into the eyes of the king, only the diplomat standing in front of him with tears in his eyes, continued to tell everything in a low tone, until the last word full of pathos fell, a passage that indicated that the Celtic revival hope had not yet been reached. The pain that started and was over is over.

silence……

Even the guards on duty outside felt the strange atmosphere in the hall behind them through the oak gate, and couldn't help but glance at each other, and both saw the surprise and fear in each other's eyes.

After an unknown time, the lords of the Highland Kingdom in the hall and Wallace, who was immersed in the pain of national mourning, remained silent.

Sudden.

puff--!

A special sound.

As soon as the lord raised his head in amazement, he saw King Wallace on the throne raised his head to spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground in front of him red, and then slumped back, the residual blood from the corners of his mouth splashed down his chin bit by bit on the placket.

"Your Majesty the King!"

After a few exclamations, the nearby attendants immediately rushed over to help Wallace with a sudden change in expression.

"I'm fine, you all get out of the way."

At this moment, a hoarse voice with a deep tiredness sounded, and King Wallace seemed to be awake, but his face was pale, revealing a serious morbidity, and his lips were even a little purple, but the gaze in those eyes was not. It is as bright as ever.

Wallace pushed away the support of the attendant beside him and struggled to sit up, while the maid hurried from the apse was carefully wiping the blood on his mouth with a silk cloth.

He took a deep breath, sat up straight, and glanced at the silent grand lords who had retreated three steps away with sharp eyes, staring at each of their faces until everyone lowered their eyes.

"Although the Rosevians are still invincible, the Free Alliance is still on our side. It is them who need time, so the emperor will never launch a full-scale war easily... This is our chance, no matter what happens. , no matter how they attack, we must resist at all costs!"

The king's voice was hoarse with extreme anger, but the determination in those words made everyone feel a deep chill.

There is no doubt that this is Wallace dealing with the aftermath of the defeat. The high-level lords present are naturally well aware of what the fiasco of the Battle of Glamorgan means to the kingdom. His Majesty Gary, the previous king, had swept away the power that he had saved for the kingdom, and had also taken the lives of a large number of rune warriors. Such a loss would not necessarily be recovered in the next fifty years.

Next, the Highland Kingdom will face the crazy counterattack of the Roseviers. If it can survive, even if it is riddled with holes, with the support of the Free Alliance, the kingdom still has a glimmer of hope. If it can't survive... God bless, Don't let this happen!

Just when everyone's mind was full of thoughts and panic, Wallace's hoarse voice sounded again:

"I now ask you to go back and gather all your subordinates immediately, all the troops must march into the border town of Glagor tomorrow! Stop the Rosevians before they swept in, whether the opponents in front of you are gods or dragons, I have only one request from you, fight them back at all costs and defend Gragor! We must turn the tide and reverse the fate before the Highland Kingdom falls into the most terrifying catastrophe!"

At the end, Wallace almost gritted his teeth and roared out. Although his pale face and the blood on his clothes made him look a little embarrassed, all the lords clearly recognized the unshakable determination and will of the king.

The kingdom has no way out, and can only rely on fate to fight the Rosevians who are about to enter the country.

"According to the order! Your Majesty the King!" All the lords stood up in unison and took orders with a bang.

"You all go back first, Bishop Joseph please stay." Wallace waved his hands expressionlessly, signaling everyone to leave, and turned his eyes to the cardinal who had been silent.

"Please take care of yourself."

The lords also knew that it was useless to stay here, so they did their best to bow and salute, and then turned around and exited the hall.