Chapter 997 Out of Place

One day...one day...and one day...

The camera turns again and the pace continues to increase.

In the south, in a certain place or city, smoke is rising!

"Report - Your Highness, Dongfang Beiyun City has been destroyed! The Thunder Legion's First Army Great Sword Battalion, Third Division's Spear Battalion, and the Legion's direct heavy cavalry brigade, a total of tens of thousands of thieves are heading here and are expected to arrive tomorrow morning. Under the city gate."

"Your Highness, there is an urgent message from Kusai City in the north... Clay, General Clay is about to lose his strength and is in urgent need of support."

"The same goes for Baloli City in the west. The fighting power of the attacking Zichen Legion is too strong. It is expected that they can only last another day at most. The general sent someone to send a message back... They, they will swear to live and die with the city!"

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

In the small and medium-sized hall, the tense atmosphere was spreading in panic. The threshold is neither high nor low, and it seems that it is about to be collapsed by the messengers who are turning around one after another. Negative battle reports came one after another, like the shackles of the reins that were constantly tightened, making everyone in the hall breathless and their expressions changed.

"Haha, you are really being attacked from all sides, you are so clumsy and embarrassed!" In the panic atmosphere, only the gentle young man surrounded by everyone showed his face unchanged, laughing at himself, and being calm and composed. "Your Highness, the danger here can no longer stay, you must retreat now!"

"Evacuate? Where else can we retreat to?" The gentle young man raised his eyebrows, "Since we entered the south, we have captured dozens of cities. Apart from small towns that have no strategic defense value, there are only seven large cities available. Including the cities that have been breached and are about to be breached, now only the city of Manta under our feet is worthy of a battle. If you ask me to withdraw at this time, aren't you asking me to raise my hands and surrender?"

"But the bandit army is about to attack us. Your Highness, you have a distinguished status and cannot put yourself in danger!"

"That's right, Your Highness. Why don't you and your lords evacuate to the small town behind us first? Contact all reinforcements. We will continue to guard here and fight to the death, never letting the thieves take a step forward!"

"This is a good idea. As long as Your Highness is safe, we can retain our hope of continuing to resist..."

"What a fart!" There was a flurry of dissuasion. His Royal Highness, the second prince of the empire, who has always presented himself as a gentle and elegant person, suddenly uttered a rare curse word. He frowned and looked at the stunned old nobles around him with a deep look, "As a commander, I will not fight but I will flee first. Instead, I will let my soldiers block me with my body." Death. Even if I can survive, how can I show my face to others in the future?"

"Uh..." "Needless to say. You don't understand." After a pause, the second prince simply raised his hand to interrupt the unwilling crowd, slowly but firmly pulled out the sword at his waist, and said solemnly, "Give me my order. , let Clay and other generals abandon the remaining city, lead his soldiers back here immediately, and guard the Manta wall with me!"

"Your Highness..."

"Shut up! I said, you don't understand... execute military orders!"

"……yes!"

He looked at the excited officer who performed standard military salutes and then hurriedly took orders to leave. Then he turned to look at the worried old nobles. The second prince shook his head, raised his sword and strode out of the meeting hall, surrounded by the guards in front of him. Determined to walk towards the city wall.

You don’t understand…

The key to determining the outcome of this battle, and even the ownership of the imperial power of the empire, is not at all the success or failure of this city. And in the distance, in the royal court of the capital, in the temple association, in someone's hands... So, all we have to do here is support it, the longer the better...

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The so-called smart people are those who can see things that ordinary people cannot see and think of things that ordinary people cannot think of.

Therefore, even though he was surrounded by enemies on all sides and the situation was precarious, the second prince still did not panic. Of course, then again. The eldest prince, who had an absolute advantage, was certainly not in a panic. on the contrary. They were in a happy mood sitting in the capital. Because in their view, everything is under control.

therefore. Even though the outcome has not yet been determined, they have already begun to think about what will happen next and enjoy the sweet fruits of victory in advance!

For example, before the eldest prince puts on the crown, a small celebration ceremony is held in the capital... Well, it must be said that this is not a simple attempt to show victory or act arrogantly, but in accordance with the rules of the royal family. reason.

As mentioned before, Bran is an empire where royal power and divine power are closely combined. If the new king wants to truly ascend the throne, he must go to the Temple General Assembly in person, accept the coronation blessing ceremony from the Pope, and wear the crown. Only in this way can he be legitimately crowned king.

Today's ambitious eldest prince of the empire follows exactly this process. To put it bluntly, it means first having a small celebration at home, then going to the temple to accept the crown, and finally returning, and then the whole country will celebrate together and offer amnesty to the world!

Well, the general process is like this. so--

A few days later, in the evening, outside the Royal Grand Theater in the capital.

It is the end of winter, and under the heavy snow, which is believed to be the last heavy snow of the year, the majestic theater with lights and colors does not feel cold at all. Bonfires were burning, people were coming and going, greetings were being exchanged, horses were neighing, the wheels were crunching on the snow...and, without entering the theater, you could faintly hear the joyful music coming from outside.

It was very lively, the atmosphere was great, and it was a great atmosphere of singing and dancing!

"Hey, isn't this Earl Hobert? Good evening. I heard that your family has expanded greatly recently and has taken over several business groups and shops. Even the supplies sent to the Temple Association tonight were participated by your family. ...Haha, this is what we need to do to give some soup to our little family."

"Marquis Primo? Haha, Sir, your words are serious. If you are considered a small family, then aren't we not worth mentioning?"

"Ha, Hobert, don't try to trick me. In front of you, who is on good terms with His Highness, the eldest prince, isn't our family worth mentioning?"

"My lord, you are too modest...and, haha, there is no eldest prince now."

"Hey, look at my broken mouth, I just can't learn to speak. It's His Majesty the King, His Majesty the King! Haha...please!"

"Don't dare, sir please!"

"Haha, then please do the same, please do the same -"

In the snow in front of the theater door, two old nobles wearing velvet pointed hats and luxurious cloaks first waved to invite each other, then looked at each other, laughed and supported each other, and walked towards the theater door together.

Scenes like this and dialogue like this are commonplace in front of theaters.

To put it bluntly, it means that the bustling and bustling are all for the benefit of coming and going!

After the eldest prince poisoned the old king with his own hands and captured his younger brother, the second prince, the previously divided forces in the capital naturally collapsed and were reshuffled. Among them, forces close to the eldest prince, such as Earl Hobert, took advantage of the situation like wild beasts and swarmed up, dividing and biting the fruits of victory that originally belonged to the second prince's forces. Nobles such as Marquis Primo who originally remained neutral, after seeing that the outcome of the two sides was decided, naturally had to follow the trend and pursue the power of the eldest prince, hoping to gain some additional benefits for the family...

This kind of thing is just a matter of a fly and a dog, and it is not surprising. However, just as the two old nobles were about to walk into the entrance of the theater, there was a sudden sound of neighing horses from the intersection behind them, mixed with the faint sound of swords and armor clashing, making people look back in surprise.

As I just said, this place is a banquet held by the eldest prince to celebrate his upcoming enthronement and coronation. Considering the current one-sided situation in the capital, it is natural that this large group of cavalry guards should not appear in front of them, carrying unsheathed swords and fighting against the wind and snow. The rush of tension.

Clearly out of place.

However, when everyone present saw clearly the family logo on the guarded luxury carriage behind the cavalry group, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"It turns out to be the Oglair family...heh, no wonder..."

"Humph, you shameless villain, you brought it upon yourself!"

"Yes, I still remember that when that boy Wen Silin first became a disciple of Lord Sword God, he caused a sensation in the capital and even brought the Oglair family to take advantage of the situation. He was so arrogant and arrogant. But what about now? Haha... Having said that, everyone is You heard about it. Just two days ago, a group of assassin warriors broke into the Oglair family manor at night and killed wantonly, but caused quite a stir..."

"I heard that this group of people should have gone to kill Wen Silin and clear the door for Master Sword God. It's a pity that they didn't succeed... Not to mention Wen Silin's character, just in terms of strength and talent, it's true Yes, after all, I am from the lineage of sword gods..."

"No matter how good he is, he will inevitably die. I think Wen Silin is in the capital. As long as he dares to step out of the city, he will be surrounded and killed by the master warriors who come after hearing the news!"

"Yes, I heard that there is a royal family worshiping him in the Royal Palace and I am very dissatisfied with him. If it weren't for the pressure from the eldest prince, the Wensilin and Oglair families would have been destroyed many times..."

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There was a lot of discussion, and a group of nobles who temporarily stopped outside the theater door looked at the cavalry phalanx and luxury carriages that were waiting to stop slowly, either with contempt or gloating... There were various expressions of ridicule, and they were not added at all. cover up.

It is actually not surprising at all that such discordant scenes would occur. There were no secrets in the aristocratic circles. As for the fact that Wen Silin had previously coaxed his senior brother Haita to leave the Imperial Sanatorium and then set up an ambush to attack and kill him himself, although the eldest prince tried his best to cover it up, there were still faint rumors among the upper aristocratic circles in the capital.

The status of Sword God Woodin is truly transcendent in the Bran Empire. His great achievements in guarding the empire for most of his life even transcended the boundaries of imperial factions. Whether it is the side of the eldest prince who is now in power, or the side of the second prince who is losing power, there is no discount or deviation in respecting this patron saint.

As a result, everyone's feelings towards Wen Silin and his family, who betrayed his sect and assassinated his senior brother, are naturally not much better. Even now the other party can be regarded as one of our own who has "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light"...

"Oh, you actually brought a gun... Are you bringing weapons to the banquet?" He squinted at the figure stepping down from the luxury carriage in the distance, his spear tapping the snow. An old nobleman in front of the theater couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. Slightly sarcastic.

"Not only is he armed with a gun, but he's also wounded. Haha, it seems like this kid hasn't had an easy time lately."

"Forget it, today is a day of celebration, don't pay attention to him. Let's go in first."

"please……"

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