Fairy’s Box

Highland Kingdom, Edinburgh.

The servants of the royal family pushed a dining cart through the mirror-like marble corridor, and stopped in front of the gate inlaid with yellow-green rhombus. :

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

There was a dead silence inside the stone slab door, the maid who knocked on the door froze in place, and did not dare to let out the air. After a while, she looked back for help, but her companion was also full of unease, with an expression of being unable to protect herself.

Squeak-!

The slate door suddenly opened a gap, and the voice of the king's sister-in-law Sora came out:

"Your Majesty has no appetite, you all go back."

"As ordered."

The maid did not dare to face the scene in the crack of the door, she quickly lowered her head, gave a salute as if she was being amnesty, turned around and pushed up the dining cart and left quickly with the rest of the servants.

"..."

Watching the servants go away, Sora gently closed the door, turned and walked to the desk beside the sliding window, staring at Wallace, who was full of gloom and pain between his brows behind the desk. After a moment of silence, he asked:

"Where is the Legion of the Rosevians?"

As if he was in a trance, the king didn't hear his lover's question until the other party came to him. After the third question, he slowly raised his head and muttered to himself with a sneer:

"Arrived at Douglas this afternoon... It's not far from Edinburgh..."

Now, no one understands the horror and pain of war better than him. When he saw that the front line, especially the northern line of defense, was breached by the army of the Governor's Palace within two days, not only Glagor, but also Douglas had fallen, Wallace had already fainted. I sensed the aura of the end.

He felt very desperate. From the time of the defeat of Glamorgan, Wallace's heart was extremely hopeful that the war could be ended quickly and in a more decent way. It's just that the other party didn't give him this opportunity, and put on an aggressive, even annexing the Highland Kingdom.

"Wallace..."

Sora leaned down in a daze, looking at her lover with tears in her eyes - she knew very well that she and the other party were tightly bound by fate and ethics, and his doom was her own.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

He only felt that his chest was full of irritable and desperate roars, rushing around in the body, and the blood in his heart boiled, as if he was going to rush to his brain.

Yes, this should not be the case. If the lords of the Highland Kingdom can gather in Gragor in time, they can completely fight against the Legion of Rosevia and damage their power.

Wallace saw very clearly that the enemy's military might seem huge, but in fact the structure is very complicated. As long as the core army is exhausted, those traitor troops and monster auxiliary troops cannot be commanded at all, and he can maintain the situation.

However, during this critical period, a huge rebellion was actually launched in the northern border of the kingdom. The rebels not only held the banner of the Pandoragon royal family, but even had the real blood of the dynasty to sit in the seat, which undoubtedly had a certain degree of legitimacy - quite Some rune warriors are willing to serve the Pandoragon family.

Although the lords are still willing to be loyal to the king, they are clearer than each other that their own territory is the lifeblood, how can they ignore their family and property, and then fully support the southern line.

Moreover, the Fannon family's rule in the Highland Kingdom is not very popular, so it has always required blood and violence to maintain it, and sometimes it has to be supported by external forces.

If they deal with foreign enemies, the lords will still obey his dispatch, but when the Restoration Army of the Pandoragon Dynasty appeared at this time, it gave them a second choice target, not to mention that the defeat of Glamorgan has severely damaged the legitimacy of the Fannon family.

What is even more abhorrent is that the enemy actually uses the banner of expelling the false rebels and restoring Zhengshuo, claiming that the purpose of the war is only to punish the Fannon family, assist the Pandoragon family in the restoration, and will never invade an inch of the Highland Kingdom's territory.

Only a fool would believe such a shameless lie, Lilith, that bitch, who used the Rosevians to restore, will surely suffer backlash, stupid, stupid, and extremely ignorant!

While Wallace roared loudly and cursed Lilith in his heart, he seemed to have forgotten how he got the throne, how to sell out the interests of the kingdom, and how to collude with all the means of the Papal State...

"Wallace, what should we do?"

Sora's eyes were full of daze, subconsciously clenched her lover's cold palm, and muttered to herself again and again.

For a long time, the room was so silent that no sound could be heard. In the gradually shrouded twilight, it seemed that the fierce madness in his heart had finally calmed down. The king opened his mouth and said quietly:

"You go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

...

As the twilight came, Kenneth was still the only one in the bedroom, facing the cold silence of the four walls and the boundless night.

In such an iron curtain, he has been silent for a long time.

"His Royal Highness, the Rosevian army has arrived in Douglas, and Wallace, the sinner who murdered his father, will soon get his retribution." The window suddenly opened, and suddenly there was another person in the dim room. Wearing a black robe.

"No, it's not the downfall of Wallace, but the downfall of the Fannon family."

Kenneth lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and answered lightly. His tone was filled with exhaustion and coldness that could not be concealed, and it rolled like the wind, causing the speaker to be stunned and silent.

"The enemy already has the flag of Lilith, and I am afraid that there is only one way to die for a **** like me."

The former Wang | Chu knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, and suddenly said solemnly:

"No! I can't die yet. The rule of the Fannon family can be destroyed, but the bloodline has to be passed on. You must take me out of here."

"It's not the time yet. When the time comes, I will do whatever it takes to **** His Highness away."

However, hearing the other party's promise, Kenneth didn't show any relief, just shook his head:

"Isn't now the best time?"

"..."

The man in black robe was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and said:

"His Royal Highness, in the letter from King Gary to me, he mentioned how to deal with similar situations. What he means is that the priority is to ensure your status, and then the inheritance of the royal blood."

"My status?"

The former king | Chu looked stunned, and said lightly:

"I was valued without being used."

"No, you have."

The man in black robe raised his head, looked into his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"The Governor appreciates His Highness's talent very much, sympathizes with your current situation, and he is willing to protect your life-even if you do nothing."

"That Governor... You mean Aaron Bernstein?" Kenneth couldn't help but startled when he heard his words so affirmatively, and looked at him inquiringly.

"Yes."

"You... contacted him secretly?" The expression in the eyes of the former Wang | Chu was calm, with a calmness that faced life and death without being humiliated, and finally increased his tone:

"You actually hide from me and secretly contact the kingdom's enemies!?"

"Sorry, this is King Gary's legacy left to me." The man in the black robe lowered his head again, and said in a humble tone: "To take refuge with that governor, I think the Fannon family still has the possibility to rule the kingdom."

"But I don't want to rule the kingdom..."

Kenneth's tone became more and more indifferent, and he said softly:

"I just want to pass on the bloodline, quietly study the rune spells left by my ancestors, and let the throne and power go to hell... That kind of thing will only turn brothers against each other, and father and son can kill each other."

"I understand……"

In the eyes of the man in black robe, there was suddenly a mountain-like solemnity, and he exhaled and promised: "If this is His Highness's wish, then the minister will do it even if he tries his best."

...

"Tell me down this unsightly fortress immediately! I want these barbarians who dare to offend the majesty of the empire to learn to surrender and humble themselves!"

"According to the order, Your Excellency the Governor."

The messenger responded, and immediately raised the red flag in his hand, waving it vigorously at the long-range equipment brigade hidden behind the infantry line at the foot of the mountain.

"Blah blah blah!"

Under the command of the soldiers, the water lizards took pictures in accordance with the formation, raising their stubby necks at the same time, and clumps of crystal clear water compressed in their mouths.

At the same time, the warm people are also silently charging, the crimson flames in their mouths are getting brighter and brighter, and they are adjusting the launch angle and distance to ensure a feast for the enemy.

shhhhhh-!

This is the terrifying screeching sound of the water cannon breaking through the air!

Woo-woo-!

The compressed dragon breath sprayed by Vam cut through the sky and made a long sound like a wicked howl.

Huhuhu-!

The rock monster projected by the giant trebuchet slid across the sky and crashed down like a meteor.

Thousands of cannons compete! Fire like rain! Meteor falls! Although it is far from the scene of the apocalypse in the epic battle, the sky is full of scars and the stars are falling, but the scene displayed at the moment is enough to promote the majesty of Roservia.

With the close calculation of the auxiliary soldiers, the water cannons and dragon breaths fired by the monsters were almost ineffective, and they all landed on the top of the city wall of Douglas Fortress. The punishment of God's wrath!

The overwhelming water cannons arrived in an instant.

Bang Bang Bang!

Directly ahead, the front of the Celtic fortress seemed to be hit by hailstones, and there was an overwhelmed groan. In the violent sound, the wall of the entire fortress was almost ploughed over!

The rock monster with strong impact easily smashed through the fortress wall, and the stone chips flew in all directions, just like the earth wall under continuous fire from the machine gun.

After the only protection was lost, the Celts had to use their flesh and blood to meet the waves of baptism of the water cannon.

Even across hundreds of yards in the air, the highly condensed compressed water cannon still maintains an unimaginable forward momentum. The thin armor and strong body of the highland soldiers are meaningless in front of the ballista, and they will smash into pieces in an instant.

The bursting water droplets will carry blood from one body to the next, and continue to shoot towards the next eye without any pause, often shooting through two or three people and dripping into the soil without a trace.

For the roaring dragon breath, these troubles are saved. The high temperature will wipe out everything in the explosion area, and the splashing flames will spread to the densely populated camp, causing bursts of screams.

The rock monsters that follow will smash into the ground with a terrifying impact. After falling to the ground, they will roll for a certain distance. Wherever they touch, they will be crushed and crushed. In the end, they will rise from the flesh and tear. Crack any enemy with fighting spirit.

On a high ground in the distance, looking at the masterpiece he made with satisfaction, Yale rubbed his stubble jaw with a faint smile on his face, and seemed to enjoy this kind of watching the enemy's firepower on his side. A moment of inability to fight back and screaming in pain.

Fear, boundless fear, the source of fear of a million magnitudes condensed in the void and did not disperse, swept across the blue sky and the sea of ​​clouds, gathered into dark stars overlooking the earth, and was swallowed up by him like a long whale.

Power, great power, insanely increased in brutal war and merciless ravages.

"Are...will...the massacre is overdone? We can consider letting them surrender." Seeing the lover in a good mood, Charlene covered her thin lips and reminded hesitantly.

"No, it's early."

The black-haired knight glanced at the green-haired girl, noticed her pale face, held the other's soft slender hand, and said softly:

"The essence of this war is to make the enemy feel fear. I will keep creating fear and amplifying fear until they no longer have the idea of ​​resistance... And now, it's far from enough."

"But...Aren't you going to establish a puppet regime and let Lilith rule the Highland Kingdom instead of you?" Charlene said with an unbearable expression as she watched the **** cannon pits everywhere.

"Yes, so they are my deterrents."

Yale nodded, raised his hand at the same time, pointed to the fortress that was ravaged by war, and said calmly: "And these ridiculous and fragile rebels in front of me are just the victims of my goal."

Controlling a country with a population of 10 million with a small number of troops is difficult to achieve without absolute deterrence, and what he is doing now is the prelude to preparing to take over and control the Highland Kingdom.

The purpose of the black-haired knight is very simple. He wants Lilith, the future council, or all the ruling classes in the northern Celts to understand one thing - that he has the power to control the Highland Kingdom.

In order to achieve this goal, there must be enough blood and the foundation of victory.

"Your Excellency Governor, did the guards take advantage of the situation to attack?" Seeing that the conversation between Yale and Charlene had come to an end, the messenger stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"Well, get ready, order the catapult troops and auxiliary corps, don't worry about consumption during the general attack, give me a thousand cannons, and be sure to completely suppress the only Celtic ballista counterattack that threatens our infantry. , cover the charge of the guards!"

The black-haired knight pondered for a while, folded his palms, and said loudly:

"The Weisuo army is in front, and the new army is on the front line. Since we are attacking, don't think about any reservations. Give me the whole army and try to break through the enemy's defense line in one fell swoop."

"As ordered!"

The messenger immediately went to the edge of the high ground and raised the horn hanging from his chest.

"..."

The green-haired girl stared at Yale dazedly, sluggish for a while, and then smiled lightly—this is the mentality that a conqueror should have. In comparison, she is really too weak, the family is right to choose brother .

He is a born conqueror.

Charlene looked at the straight silhouette of her lover in the sunset and thought to herself.