219, Chapter 219

"What? Are you going to lead your troops in pursuit?"

Upon hearing the news that Tyr broke out and escaped and Garlan planned to lead the Guards to pursue him, Kaleni hurried to stop him.

"No, it's too dangerous!"

He had a straight face and looked at the young man in front of him sternly.

During this time, the wrinkles on his forehead almost never disappeared.

Especially when facing Garlan, he always frowned deeply.

"I disagree!"

Kalleni flatly rejected it.

Although Tyr abandoned his army and fled, and Gastad's army was defeated, the opponent still had hundreds of thousands of troops, and it would be difficult to deal with them for a while.

He said: "The army is encircling us. As the commander of the army, how can you leave without authorization?"

Kalleni thought he had found a good reason to persuade Gallan, but the usually peaceful young man was confronting him at this moment.

"Kaleni, you are the commander-in-chief of the army. The entire army is under your command. My leaving will not have any impact."

Garlan looked at Kaleni and said.

He looked calm, but just because of that, it made people feel uneasy.

Kalleni clearly saw the blizzard raging deep in the golden pupils beneath the boy's so-called calm expression.

It's not that he can't understand Garlan's mood.

but……

The old man still shook his head.

"No," he said. "It's too dangerous. I don't agree with it."

Most of the army's troops must be used to encircle and completely defeat Gastad's army. There are not many troops that can be divided into pursuit.

He must sit here and command the army.

Kejos was leading his troops to attack the abandoned Gastad cavalry and could not leave the battlefield.

The Tasda and Elson female warriors intercepted the multinational mixed army from afar.

Other generals also have their own tasks on the battlefield.

The only ones who could accompany the crown prince in pursuit were a lion, and Xinyas, who was strong but not very smart, which really made Kaleni uneasy.

After all, Kaleni fully understood how terrifying and powerful the Tire prince was.

Even if the beast is injured and flees, it is still an extremely ferocious existence.

If you are not careful, the hunting hunter will be bitten or even killed by the beast that becomes more and more crazy because of its injury.

Not caring about the offence, Kalleni directly spoke to Gallan.

"Your Highness Gallan, don't forget that you are the Crown Prince. If anything happens to you, Aaron Landis, who has finally turned the corner, will be shocked again."

He reprimanded sternly,

"Please don't do such willful things again, you-"

Halfway through his words, Kalieni suddenly felt something was wrong.

He frowned, feeling as if he had said something wrong.

'Again'?

It doesn't seem right.

He thought a little dazedly.

Looking back carefully, it seems that the Crown Prince has never been willful.

So, where does ‘again’ come from?

Kalleni's heart suddenly moved and he looked down at Gallan.

Prince Garlan.

Crown Prince of Aaron Landis.

After King Camos died in battle, he shouldered his responsibilities as the crown prince.

The composure and coolness he showed almost made Kalleni forget that not long ago, this boy was just a little prince who was so pampered and cared for that he couldn't even look past him...

The old man looked at the stubborn young man in front of him with some childish look on his face. For some reason, his chest suddenly tightened.

From the time the king died until now, this child who is not even a minor yet... has never acted willfully.

And now, this child finally acted willfully.

Desperate, even ignoring their own responsibilities.

He should rebuke him, should give him a serious lecture.

Kalleni thought.

However, seeing the young man purse his lips and look at him stubbornly, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

The firelight reflected the old man's gray hair.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a calm tone.

"Your Highness Garlan, as the commander-in-chief of the army, I do not agree with your request to pursue Prince Tire."

Kaleni's words made Garlan tighten the reins in his hands.

"I……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Kalleni suddenly changed the subject and interrupted him.

"However, although I am the commander-in-chief, I am only your subordinate after all. I have no right to disobey you as the crown prince."

Garlan was startled, and then his eyes lit up instantly.

Kalleni continued: "Even if I don't agree, I must obey the orders of the Crown Prince."

After saying that, he bowed his head on horseback and saluted, then rode his horse out of the way.

"Kaleni..."

"Your Highness Garlan, I think that compared to Tyr's head, your safety is what King Camos cares most about, who has ascended to the Kingdom of God."

The old man still bowed his head deeply.

"So, no matter what the outcome is, please be sure to come back safely."

He sighed,

"To comfort my king's heroic spirit in the Kingdom of God."

The golden pupils moved slightly, and Garlan said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Then, he raised his hand and galloped away from the camp.

The black and red Aaron Landis cavalry roared forward behind their crown prince.

Kalleni raised his head and looked at the cavalry army rushing towards the long night.

he thinks.

He is getting old after all.

My heart is not hard enough...

…

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Tyr led his elite cavalry to break through the encirclement and gallop quickly towards the border of Canal.

It rained all the way, and when spring came to Aaron Landis, it always drizzled.

Although the rain was not heavy, it was falling in a steady patter, making the clothes on my body always damp and sticking to my skin, which was very uncomfortable and made me even more irritated.

But when he was escaping like this, Tyr had no intention of paying attention to such trivial matters.

Aaron Landis's cavalry seemed to be hot on his heels.

Although he was still some distance away from catching up, and he didn't know who the general who led the troops to pursue him was, he didn't want to get entangled with him.

If we get into a fight with this army at this time, it will be difficult to escape.

He is very calm.

This place is very close to the border of Karnal. In less than a day or two at most, he can cross the border and enter Karnal.

Although the Royal City of Kanal has been conquered, Gastad has not claimed the throne in the royal city. In other words, Kanal is still the country of Kanal and has not yet been merged into Gastad. According to the customary agreement between mainland countries, Aaron Landis's army cannot cross the border and enter the territory of Kanal without the permission of the royal family of Kanal.

Even if the Aaron Landis were fierce and tried to break the secular covenant to pursue him, Tier was not worried.

The Gastard army he had left in the royal city of Kanal had long received his message and were traveling day and night to the border to pick him up. It was estimated that they would arrive within the next day or two.

In other words, he would be safe as soon as he escaped into Kanal.

Although it was noon, the sky was always overcast, and fine raindrops fell from the gray sky, soaking the fresh green grass.

Sitting on the rain-wet rocks, Tier quietly ate the cold dry food in his hands.

Slightly damp silver-white hair was scattered on his snow-white cheeks, with the tips sticking to his skin.

The white armor was stained with blood and stains, and the giant sword was placed at his side, with traces of dried blood still remaining on the blade.

For a day and a night, in addition to resting and attacking small villages he encountered to seize food and grass, he led his men and kept running towards the border of Kanal.

Even in this situation, his handsome face as ice and snow was still indifferent, with narrow and stern eyebrows.

His posture showed no trace of the embarrassment of fleeing, and his back was still straight, looking extremely calm.

Even though he was just sitting on a dirty and rugged stone, sitting there, it was as if he was still sitting on the black iron throne, as cold as ice and as stable as rock.

He is still as proud as a white eagle soaring in the sky, looking down at the earth.

No one can break his wings.

The Gastard cavalry, who was also resting and eating, looked tired, his eyes were blood-red, and his body was stained with blood, with more or less scars, and he looked a little embarrassed.

But their spirits are still very good, their faces look determined, and they are not at all depressed.

They are powerful Gastad warriors, strong men who came out of the terrifying Gastad snowfield. No matter how bad the situation is, they cannot lower their proud heads.

The Gastards are the strongest warriors.

This time it was just an accident.

It was the trap set by those cunning Aaron Landis that led to their defeat.

But it doesn't matter. Although they failed this time, as long as they successfully escape into Kanal, one day, the prince will lead them to fight back.

They seek vengeance on the cunning Aaron Landis.

They must prove that Gastard is the most powerful warrior in the world!

…

Tier, who was closing his eyes to repose, moved his eyelashes slightly. He opened his eyes and watched the hazy drizzle falling continuously from his eyes.

As his heart moved, he suddenly remembered that day.

That day, when he led his army to pursue the escaped King Camos, it was also a rainy day.

At that time, he would never have imagined that things would change in just two months.

Now, he was the one fleeing all the way.

The lavender pupils reflected the patter of raindrops, which were so cold that they seemed to freeze the raindrops in his eyes.

But, it's different.

He is different.

He would not die in Aaron Landis like that King of Camos.

Tyr stood up and mounted his horse.

His movements were still vigorous, and the armor on his body made crisp collision sounds with his movements.

He raised his hand.

"Set off."

After Tire gave the order, the Gastard cavalry who were resting or feeding their horses quickly packed up their equipment and got on their horses.

The Gastadians continued to fly forward in the rain.

Countless horse hooves trampled on the wet grass, kicking up the soil, and the dark muddy water splashed away.

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Behind Gastard's cavalry, an army of Aaron Landis's cavalry was in hot pursuit.

The hazy drizzle also soaked the clothes of the Aaron Landis people extremely damp, but the Aaron Landis cavalry, who had long been accustomed to this kind of humidity, didn't care about it.

Countless horseshoes flew, trampling on the wet ground to create shallow horseshoe pits one after another, and the trampled grass fell in the pits.

Garlan, who was at the forefront, was galloping on a horse. He led the cavalry to follow the march of the Gastad people.

However, the Gastard cavalry moved too quickly and had better physical strength than the Aaron Landis, so they were never able to catch up.

At this moment, Garlan was extremely anxious.

He knew that the border line of Kanal was not far ahead, only half a day's journey from his current location.

If we can't catch up with the Gastards before Tyr crosses the border...

The moist wind mixed with drizzle rushed towards Garlan's face.

The wind whistled in his ears.

His eyes were fixed on the empty horizon in the distance, and an invisible flame seemed to be burning in his body, causing his internal organs to ache.

He didn't want to admit it.

But he had to face reality.

Can't catch up.

In the end, he could only watch as Tyr fled back to Karnar.

After all, he... still couldn't avenge Brother Wang.

Looking around, there is an endless stretch of desolate grassland ahead, and the boy's clenched teeth left deep tooth marks on his lower lip.

His hands clenched tightly on the reins, and the rough reins sank deeply into his palms.

That's too late.

Garlan closed his eyes in pain.

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After several hours of galloping, the Gastard cavalryman's eyes lit up.

Through the hazy rain curtain, on the distant horizon, several arrow towers scattered on the ground can be vaguely seen.

It was an arrow tower built to guard the western border.

The stronghold guarding the border is in sight.

The border is not far from them.

Just like a thirsty traveler who suddenly saw an oasis in the distance after a long journey in the desert, the Gastad people were suddenly refreshed, and their exhausted bodies seemed to be filled with endless strength at this time.

Joy filled their chests, and everyone's face showed excitement. They urged the horses under them, which were also tired, to speed up and run forward.

Not only the Gastard cavalry, but also Tyr, who always had few mood swings, felt a little relieved when he saw the stronghold on the border.

He glanced back.

As far as he could see, there was no one on the horizon.

Aaron Landis' pursuers failed to catch up.

He thought so, turned his head, and relaxed a little.

Perhaps it was because his nerves had been so tense these days that he, who was in excellent physical condition, felt tired at the moment, and even his breathing was a little faster than usual.

He looked up at the outline of the stronghold that was getting closer and closer to him.

As long as you cross the border and enter Kanal——

Suddenly, a low horn sounded.

A horn sound that was extremely familiar to everyone in Gastad, at this moment, came through the heavy rain.

The Gastad cavalrymen, who were galloping happily towards the border, stopped their horses in shock at the sound of the horn, and their faces changed color.

Tyr's chest suddenly tightened, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

Ahead, Aaron Landis soldiers wearing black and red leather armor poured out from the horizon like a tide.

They brazenly blocked the enemy's road to the border.

At the front of the incoming army, the stern-looking general was dressed in black armor.

He pointed his sword at the ground and stood proudly on the horse.

That tall body stood in front of all the Gastards.

The moist wind blew by, but it couldn't lift the moist black hair that clung to the brown skin.

There were dark cyan runes of the God of War on his exposed forehead, giving him an even more chilling aura.

The golden red eyes were like flames, but as cold as ice.

Through the fine rain curtain, the deep darkness in the pupils reflected Tier's figure deeply.

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