(Alphonse Chapter)
Kingdom of Valentino, Alchemy Year 133...
There are indeed records in ancient books about the experience of the Silver Knights after they were ordered by their late king to be exiled to the north.
However, the author used words and grammar that were common at that time to write, and given the scarcity of information that has been handed down, it is difficult for modern scholars to interpret it.
And in "Wang Shi Tong Jian" written by Marquis Alex. Regarding the experience of Shirogane, this translation and explanation was given: "A more factual statement should be: Lord Alphonse accepted bounty, title and other generous rewards. Since then, he has had ideas to secretly expand the military strength of the Silver Knights. He prepared his army and planned to become the second king of Valentino.
Soon, the sad news of the death of the late king came from the palace. While the royal army was mourning with the people, they also wondered whether this was the work of Sir Alphonse.
History seems to show that Alphonse was dissatisfied with the tyranny of the kingdom and attempted to launch a coup. The first step was to send someone to sneak into the late king's bedroom to assassinate the late king.
As a result, Sir Alphonse and Pricia turned against each other...
In order to hide from the public eye and secretly plan the next step of the coup, Lord Alphonse took advantage of the feud with Van Rexo to temporarily stay out of the suspicious sight of everyone and lead his army to the north. Sure enough, five years later, Lord Alphonse led all the troops to storm the royal capital. "
This statement is widely accepted.
Sir Alphonse is indispensable for overthrowing the kingdom's violent regime and opening a new page in the history of the Valentino continent.
Therefore, despite the gloomy means of his overthrow, he was eventually dubbed a "hero".
However, historical facts present a fundamentally different picture from this statement.
It is true that the historical facts are completely consistent with the objective descriptions in ancient books.
However, the subjective views derived from its interpretation are somewhat inconsistent with historical facts.
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The dividing line between the north and south wings of the ancient Valentino continent was very clear, and it was also a geographical dividing line agreed by local farmers, called the "Uquiles Line".
The origin of this dividing line is not unfounded.
As long as you cross this natural barrier composed of rolling mountains, reach the opposite side, and then walk a short distance through the mysterious forest that separates the hot and cold days, pedestrians will clearly feel the sudden drop in temperature. and unseasonable weather.
A few hours ago, the Silver Knights had crossed this natural barrier and arrived at the true north. For Alphonse, it should be said that he "returned to the north."
They passed some scattered villages along the way, but did not go in to disturb them.
Peeking in from the wooden fence that protects against wild beasts, the house is very narrow and can only accommodate two or three people.
The roof is conical and very low; thatch is piled irregularly on the outside of the house, seemingly to plug the gaps and protect against wind and cold.
From approaching to far away from the village, you rarely hear the chirping of birds and see no people going out. It seems that this place is very poor, let alone developed.
These scenes of decay reminded the soldiers of the desolate southern frontier they visited during past campaigns.
At this point, the Silver Army finally experienced the real severe cold.
The soldiers who had been living in the south had never suffered such a freezing day. They were shivering and their marching pace began to be disordered.
Compared with the temporary cold weather caused by Alphonse in the canyon, what the soldiers experienced today was a real winter that lasted and never ended.
At the same time, their faces were covered with frost—not just the frost on their faces and helmets from the snow, but their hearts as well.
They were angry and discouraged. The thing they valued most - their honor - was deprived of them by a single order from their late king.
The phrase "Silver is exiled" wiped out all the great achievements made previously. This happened to be the time when the name "Silver's Hero" became a household name.
On the occasion of his father's death, rumors circulated in the palace that Alphonse was planning a coup.
Pricia would never believe this without conclusive evidence, nor did she believe that there would be such evidence that subverted the truth.
She believed from the bottom of her heart that Alphonse would never be a hypocrite seeking to usurp the throne.
So, she resolutely left the palace and headed north with the Silver Army.
At the beginning, Pricia kept blaming Alphonse and was very puzzled by his silence. Why didn't she refute these rumor makers?
Every time he faced this question, Alfons just smiled and said perfunctorily: "Originally, I also planned to go back to my hometown - the north."
"Why don't you want to stay in the royal capital?" The royal capital of Grancis is the seat of the nobles, and it is also the area where Princess Pricia can control the situation.
There, if you are with the princess, even a pawn can enjoy all the glory and wealth.
Moreover, there are a large number of formally trained elite warriors in the royal capital. She believes that if Alphonse competes with them in martial arts and trains together, he will improve day by day and become the number one knight in the kingdom in just a few years.
The strongest knight and the most beautiful princess guard the kingdom together. That is definitely the best result.
But Alphonse turned a blind eye to this. Obviously as long as Pricia allows him, he can freely enter and leave the palace without obstruction.
But he rarely stayed in the palace. Every time he met her, he left in a hurry. He did not miss his powerful position or join the ranks of powerful warriors. He just returned to the dilapidated palace of the Silver Knights.
What exactly is in his mind, ice and snow?
In the carriage, Pricia thought of these depressing thoughts again, and gradually fell asleep against the upright pillow.
It was very cold, the sweater on my body was not warm enough, and I was not used to the northern weather, so my body shivered and curled up.
Outside the carriage, Alphonse led the troops forward despite the falling snow.
He himself has already adapted to the extreme climate in the north, but other soldiers are not like this.
Finchley sped up from the rear of the team and caught up with the regimental leader who was leading the team. He briefly reported: "Alphonse, all the soldiers who escaped yesterday have been captured, six in total."
Alphonse, who was holding the reins tightly on the horse, took out one hand to open his helmet, cast a gaze even colder than the freezing weather, and ordered: "Let the team stop and rest first. Then, bring up those traitors." .”
"It's an order." After Finchley answered, he turned back on his horse and conveyed the order to rest. Then he returned to the end of the team and ordered the guarding soldiers to bring the captured deserters to the regimental commander.
During the march of the Silver Knights, some soldiers attempted to escape. These soldiers did not originally belong to the Baiyin Army. They just left the royal capital with Baiyin because they did not accept the imperial cavalry and broke away from the regular army of the kingdom.
The knights who truly belong to Silver are extraordinary. No matter how hard and tired they are, they will not shrink back like this, let alone abandon all honors and become deserters. After being captured, the deserters from the Royal Army were about to be severely punished by military law.
"Take off their shirts and beat them with chains."
When the two execution knights heard that they were going to punish their companions with this cruel method used to treat prisoners, they hesitated and stood still, and Finchley let out a cold breath.
"Didn't you hear my order?"
Alphonse's roar seemed to be as intimidating as the devil's breath, and the knight who was forcing the execution began to move to the carriage and take out the torture instruments.
What happened outside these carriages alarmed Pricia, who was sleeping in another carriage.
She rubbed her tired eyes, slowly woke up, opened the curtains and peeked out.
Deserters have existed since they left the royal capital and started marching, and they continue to increase. Pricia also knows a little bit about this.
Captain Alphonse's punishment of those captured became increasingly severe.
Perhaps it was for this reason that his temper became very irritable and he easily got angry over military matters.
Military discipline has clear rewards and punishments, and severe punishment is a given. The well-trained Silver Knights are willing to abide by military regulations.
At the same time, they also have great respect for the leader, the leader who brought them out of the gloom of the past and achieved great results again.
"Those who deliberately relax their strength will be punished with the same punishment!"
The screams of deserters were more pitiful than the howling mountain wind, and colder than the sound of iron chain rings knocking against each other.
The sight of the skin being torn apart is unbearable to imagine. It is not the captives who are punished before them, but their companions. All the soldiers present were moved and avoided him.
Only Captain Alphonse stared at the fugitive with an almost cruel gaze, exerting full psychological pressure.
Unable to withstand the harsh military torture and the coercion from the regiment leader in the ice and snow, the two men trembled unconsciously and opened their mouths, rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.
I don’t know if the deserter pretended to faint, but the execution knight finally found the opportunity and stopped the torture instrument in his hand.
Taking off their shirts, soldiers covered with bruises, chains stained with blood, and blood-stained snow...
This is a scene even more chilling than the cold winter we are experiencing.
Pricia, who got out of the car wrapped in coarse linen clothes to check the situation, couldn't help but cover her mouth and looked at the expressionless Alphonse in surprise.
No one in the entire army dared to speak or make a random movement. Those who stood or squatted looked like solidified stone statues. The atmosphere was even more silent and serious than the usual breath-holding training.
After a long time, Alphonse broke the silence with a roar, his tone rising from low to high: "It's time to rest and eat, why is no one distributing bread?"
He glanced at everyone with angry eyes, "Come out the cooking soldiers!"
Some people gasped secretly. Not long after, a small figure emerged from among the soldiers standing at attention side by side. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at the regiment leader. He did not even dare to say "I'm sorry".
The cook is Olivier, a fourteen-year-old boy with red hair and a fair face.
This child was the first soldier to befriend Alphonse when he came to the Silver Knights. He felt that the friendly Alphonse in the past was a completely different person today.
Alphonse was furious at this time, and anyone's every move might touch his reverse scale again.
The cook may have to be punished, and Finchley, who has known him for a long time, plans to step forward and persuade the commander to be lenient. This is not Olivier's fault.
This is just a kid and he did nothing wrong.
Alphonse glared at Olivier for a few seconds, then turned around without saying a word.
Finchley saw that the anger on Alphonse's face seemed to have disappeared a lot, and his expression returned to the calmness of the march.
"Don't just stand there, my companions are all hungry, hurry up and prepare to distribute bread and water."
After leaving these words with a gentle tone, the leader left the group, walked to a hill not far from here, and patted Desfil on the neck.
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Alphonse was troubled, unable to control his emotions recently.
Most of his colleagues have noticed this change in him.
Except for a few people with good relationships, such as Finchley and Douglas, and actually counting Olivier, who he almost punished today, the rest of the people's attitude towards Alphonse was more of fear than awe.
Whenever we encounter some trivial things that are not enough to make us angry, or trivial things that are very common in the first place, there is always an undercurrent surging in our hearts, calling to rush out and vent.
The flames were inexplicably ignited, and the anger built up and became unbearable, as if this was a natural impulse.
Alphonse is not a human race. Half of the blood flowing in his body is the dragon's blood.
More than twenty years ago, Alphonse, a baby, was abandoned in the Bliza snowfield and was picked up by Desfil and brought back to the Ice and Snow Palace.
The baby was already dying at the time, and in order to save him, Desfil did not hesitate to pour his own demonic blood into him to keep him alive.
People have the honorific title of "Holy Dragon" for Desfil just because it knows how to use light magic and it is somewhat consistent with the description of "Holy Dragon" in the ancient scrolls.
Their secrets are only known to Desfil and Alphonse.
For the first time, Alphonse felt so uneasy and hesitant about these facts.
He glanced at the emblem on the back of his left hand. When not in use, it did not show white light, but a faint glow. It has a secret, that is, only demon blood can drive this extreme ice emblem.
There was no outsider in the one-man camp dedicated to the leader, and Alphonse took off his armor and close-fitting cloth.
His broad back was crisscrossed with scars caused by whippings, the extent of which was not much lighter than that of the soldiers who were punished today.
The only difference is that these scars have been accumulated for a long time.
This is a sign that he has been struggling with the demonic nature in his heart and barely restrained it.
He laughed at himself, saying that no amount of restraint and discipline, no amount of restraint and whipping could change the fact that he was a devil.
The Flagellant was fellow officer and close friend Finchley, the only person in the army who knew Alphonse's identity.
Every few days, when he can barely suppress his demonic nature, Alphonse will go and ask Finchley to go to a place where no one will find him, and use this cruel and extreme method to try to regain his consciousness. .
At this time, there was the sound of soft footsteps outside the military camp. He quickly put on his clothes to avoid letting others notice the injury on his back.
Pricia lifted the curtain and bowed in. Seeing his strange expression, she asked, "What's wrong?"
It was much warmer inside the camp than outside, but there was no stove for heating. Priscilla took off her wolf fur sweater to keep out the cold.
Alphonse shook his head, his expression returned to calm, he looked away, and put on his armor.
Pricia thought she could see through his mind and thought he was still feeling guilty for being angry for no reason today, so she leaned over and hugged his back, closed her eyes and felt the warmth on his body, and murmured in a low voice: "Keep your Momentum and majesty, leader.”
Alphonse turned around and responded with a hug.
"So today you should have punished the cook. You should have treated everyone equally."
"What?"
"Discipline in the military must have clear rewards and punishments. No matter adults or children, if you do something wrong, you must be punished."
"Essentially, he didn't do anything wrong this morning... It's just that I couldn't control my emotions and lost my temper..."
Alphonse did not tell her the underlying reason for his inability to control his anger, he could only say so vaguely.
"Keep your momentum and majesty, Commander." Pricia repeated it again, this time with a hint, "Only by being selfless can subordinates obey, and only by severe punishment can the subordinates eliminate the idea of betrayal."
"Are you taking it too seriously?"
Pricia in her arms pushed Alphonse away, her expression slightly disappointed, "Why are you always so cowardly? You can't even bear to punish a child!"
Hearing the word "coward", he couldn't control his anger again, glared at the other person and shouted: "What did you say?"
"You fled the royal capital because you were afraid of the Royal Knights, right? Afraid of being suppressed by them? Not being able to achieve success? You were silent and did not refute the rumors of "rebellion"! You just want to avoid these and avoid everyone's sight! "She vented all the dissatisfaction she had accumulated in her daily life.
When Alphonse heard these words from an unknown source, his face turned red with anger.
"Alphonse, what's the difference between what you're doing... and those deserters just now?"
"You..." There is another undercurrent surging and exciting in the body, wanting to rush and explode.
The five fingers felt the urge to pinch someone, and the whole arm felt the urge to lift the sword. The demonic breath cannot be suppressed and spreads.
The warmth in the camp was dissipated by the extremely cold air, and Pricia felt suffocated as if her throat was being strangled.
This is the murderous aura that Commander Alphonse of Silver has when facing an enemy on the battlefield, who wants to slaughter the enemy troops and drink their blood.
She looked at him in surprise and looked at him who had become another person. She regretted whether she had gone too far and whispered back: "But it doesn't matter... cowardice is temporary, you can become stronger..."
"A woman is actually dictating to me. I am the leader of the Silver Knights, and it is not your turn to take care of the affairs of my group."
Alphonse finally suppressed his anger, buckled his sword, put on his cloak, and prepared to leave the military camp.
Then, he turned back without looking at the other person, and said in a cold tone: "There is one thing I must tell you. The person who "exiled" our group to the north is your father. And you are his daughter. "
Alphonse opened the curtain, and the howling cold wind rushed into the military camp.
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There was a bright spot in the gray sky, emitting a vague glow. It was the sun obscured by dark clouds.
This kind of weather makes it difficult to tell whether it is day or dusk. Finchley estimated that it would not be long before the soldiers gathered.
So he ended his exploration mission and rushed back from a distance of 500 meters from the military camp. As he dismounted and walked, his sensitive ears picked up a hint of sound.
He looked around and saw what sounded like the sad cry of a child that must have come from the bank of the frozen river.
It should be him—a friend whom I have known for longer than Alphonse.
Alphonse's anger today made everyone present fearful, let alone a child of fourteen or fifteen years old.
Olivier stood by the river bank, with his back to the visitor, staring at the other side in the howling cold wind. Finchley patted him on the shoulder.
Olivier turned to look up at his elder brother who was two heads taller than him.
His face was white and red, his crystal eyes were filled with tears, and his nose was sniffling. This look made Finchley feel pity for him.
"..." Finchlin was a martial artist who really didn't know how to comfort a child, and couldn't tell him the facts about Alphonse rashly. He just stammered and explained to him: "The leader also has his own reasons. Normally he wouldn't lose such a temper, you should understand him."
Olivier nodded tremblingly and hugged him coquettishly.
"Okay, wipe your face and come back with me. Get ready to gather."
Then, Finchley's whole body was trembling, and an inexplicable feeling emerged - just when Olivier's chest was close to him...
Olivier also noticed his gaffe and quickly pushed him away, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"You..." Finchley was surprised, "You are actually a girl?"
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Night fell suddenly, and the surroundings were filled with darkness stained with snow. Pricia sadly walked back to the north-south line.
She didn't know where she was going, how long she had been walking, or how far away she was from the military camp.
Unknowingly, she discovered that it had stopped snowing, probably because she had followed the return route.
The further back to the Uquiles Line, the warmer the temperature became, returning to a level that was familiar to her, causing her to drop her sweater halfway before moving on.
She walked into the forest stepping on the withered yellow leaves. Although aimless, she still kept vigilance in her heart.
Along the way, her mind was filled with thoughts of Alphonse and the difficulties and battles she had experienced in the past, as well as the carefree and enjoyable life with him in the palace.
She suddenly missed her deceased father very much, and her blurry eyes saw his kind face looming in the darkness.
Her father taught her knowledge, taught her how to protect herself, and taught her to pursue people and things called "powerful".
The daughter has no objection to the pursuit of these warriors, because as the king of a country, the father is the representative of the strong.
She firmly believes that only a strong person with the same strength as her father can give her the same level of tenderness and love as her father, and only such a person is qualified enough to give it to her.
"Alphonse, you can't possibly understand my thoughts...Only a powerful warrior can give me enough peace of mind...You don't understand..."
Pricia was sobbing, wiping her tears and mumbling to herself. Even if she shouted loudly, no one would be able to hear her, but she couldn't cry.
"She just cries when she encounters some trivial things, just like those weak women who have to rely on others!" Her father would have scolded her this way.
It seemed that there was an attraction ahead that strongly tempted Pricia. This is not related to the devil, but purely a charm that only nature can exude, which is even more prominent in this sparse and almost withered jungle.
She was curious and wanted to go ahead and find out. If I can find something interesting, it should be able to dispel today's depressing mood.
She was seduced and guided by this nature, and soon came to the center of the forest.
From here you can clearly see the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.
But what makes people feel more beautiful is not the untouchable moon, but the lake that is close at hand.
Priscilla was pleasantly surprised by the dreamy wonderland she discovered by chance.
I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful lake surrounded by withered trees.
The surroundings are quiet, and under the dim moonlight, the lake surface sparkles with fairy-tale sparkling waves, like a surging stream of floodlight gems.
Perhaps the light reflected on the lake is the "true body" of the moon. As the viewer imagines, although the moon is far away, a teacher once mentioned that the moon in the sky is made of countless bright gems. It is condensed, otherwise how could it have the ability to shine?
The moon should be a huge and magical crystal gem, right?
The water in the lake should be very clear and very shallow. Through the moonlight, you can see the true appearance of the bottom of the water through the gaps of the sparkling waves. There is no sand, no stones, and no aquatic plants. It is truly clear.
Pricia stared at the breathtakingly beautiful lake, fascinated, and yearned for it endlessly. All her bad emotions and thoughts were instantly left behind, and her heart became calm.
Suddenly, a bold idea came to Pricia's mind - she wanted to soak herself in the moon's light and the lake water.
It was a hazy night and no one was disturbing.
As for the weather - it's magical here. It's on the dividing line between north and south. It's neither cold nor hot. The dead branches and dead trees seem to have the effect of isolating the cold air from the north.
She only felt a comfortable coolness.
Pricia continued to be tempted by the idea of being intimate with water.
Beautiful moonlight, beautiful lake, beautiful woman... isn't this a perfect match? Pricia took off her gauze, took off all her accessories, placed them on the shore, and walked into the water step by step.
My toes touched the water, and my whole body trembled. The lake was disturbed by the beauty's visitors, and rippled as if to welcome them. The "jewel" in the lake surges as a result.
Priscilla was half-submerged in the lake, and her lower body in contact with the water felt cold enough to penetrate her bones, but she quickly adapted to it. It seemed like that was all the depth of the lake was, it was just right.
She squatted down and let her whole body, except her head, blend into the lake water. The long red hair flows in all directions with waves.
It continued like this for a while, and she stood up again, looking up at the moon. Her long hair was moist and dyed with the moonlight, and was crystal red. Several sections of her hair were sloping down along her slender, round shoulders, originating from her ears and temples. Others covered the collarbone and fell to the curve of the exquisite and slightly convex chest.
She came up with another idea.
Pricia stretched out her right hand towards the moon in the sky, posing like a princess inviting a prince to dance at a ball.
The charm she exudes at this moment is stronger than ever before. If the person invited to dance is really His Highness the Prince, then Pricia as the inviter is really irresistible.
The moon never dimmed, as if this was the answer to the invitation. After that, her fairy-like body began to dance in the water.
The bright eyes and dark emotions also change with the waves.
The body bathed in the water and the moonlight is so beautiful that it cannot be described in words.
The hands come together and separate, just like flower buds gathering and blooming in an instant;
The hair spreads in all directions. The dance is coherent and light, and the movements are constantly changing. The moonlight adds a charming brilliance to it, turning it into a gleaming soft skin and flowing smoothly.
The emblem on the right chest seems to have fully absorbed the energy of the moonlight, glowing with a faint emerald color. Tonight, for the first time, the mark spontaneously spreads its light.
The water splashes are flying, Priscilla is dancing in the lake, and the water drops and moonlight seem to be dancing on her skin... The water is so sparkling, and the skin is so rippling...
This is a skillful and beautiful fairy dance, because it is really a dance passed down by the ancient fairy clan.
When Pricia was still young, she longed to attend the king's banquet where the strong men would fill the table. But at that time, children were not qualified to appear at such a solemn banquet.
By chance, she came across books about the dance of the fairies. The book writes that in the process of learning the fairy dance, you can gradually gain powerful fairy power.
In order to get in touch with the powerful people as soon as possible and to gain their recognition and appreciation, she practiced the demon dance hard.
The first time she showed her demonic dance was on the day when she participated in Shidu's harvest celebration ten years ago, which was also the night when Shidu was destroyed.
The first person to have the honor of being her dance partner was the young Alphonse.
At that time, Alphonse was still a very ignorant boy.
As the beauty's dance partner, he could not keep up with Pricia's dance steps.
Pricia, with her light and smooth steps, and Alphonse, with his adorable clumsy movements, became the talk of the bonfire dance in the square.
Ten years later today, Pricia danced alone in the moonlight and the void.
She was completely lost in dance and memories. Regardless of its seductive dancing posture or delicate body, it is so beautiful that it can be called the world's brilliance in the dark night and the supreme pride that overrides everything.
She no longer needs a partner, no music, no inherent rules of dancing, no audience, no appreciation, no worldly opinions.
At this moment, the moon, water, and people become one and blend with each other, and the radiance of the three lingers around each other.
Other than that, everything around her became the background of the moon-water demonic dance, and only became a small presence to set off Pricia.
After dancing, she felt refreshed, so she happily put her palms together, held up a spoonful of water, raised it above her head, and dedicated it to the moon that gave her gorgeous brilliance.
Water leaks out from between the fingers and the palms that are deliberately slightly divided, and flows down the raised arms, moisturizing the parts it passes by, or slips through the cleavage, or sticks to the back and slides down, or flows along the curve of the waist, almost every inch …
Pricia at this time is so enchanting and intoxicating...
The viewer gradually discovers that this is not a dance in a pure sense, but a ritual, a solemn and beautiful ritual that is in close contact with nature and breaks the boundaries between man and nature.
Even elves who are born close to nature may not be able to reach such a high level in their skills and aura.
The rustling sound coming from the trees not far away from her was keenly picked up by Pricia's ears.
"who?"
She turned her head and stared at the place where the sound came from. Her bathed body turned her back to it, without any cover or dodge. From this moment on, the beauty became a majestic existence.
Pricia touched the emblem on her chest, and without disturbing the lake, wind quietly gathered around her.
She wasn't going to let the voyeurs feast their eyes and get away easily.
"Come out! Who is it?"
Pricia asked sharply.
There was a commotion in the bushes again, as if the people inside couldn't resist the wind pressure she kept exerting on the surroundings, and were planning to show up.
The uninvited guest emerged from hiding and stood, meeting Pricia's sullen eyes.
"He's actually a necromancer?"
Priscilla forced the wind to roll up the clothes on the lake shore, floated them through the air and put them in her hands. She put them on and walked back to the lake shore step by step.
When she stepped ashore, she had already put on her gauze clothes, staring closely at the uninvited guest with a murderous look in her eyes.
Slender ears, silver pupils, purple-black skin... The uninvited guest is a night elf, dressed in the strange attire of an exotic necromancer.
Pricia will never forget the necromancers who once brought deathly fear to her, and their appearance.
"Princess..." the Necromancer said first, "My master asked me to take you back to the capital."
"Why should I listen to you? And who is your master?" Pricia refused unceremoniously.
Before introducing his master, the Necromancer bowed devoutly, as if saluting the princess, and it seemed to be just a spontaneous gesture of awe, "My master is none other than the second generation king of Valentino - Fan Rexor.”
"What?" After hearing this fact, Pricia opened her mouth slightly in surprise and became more vigilant.
Ten years ago, after she escaped from the time capital Wominbeile, she was attacked by the leader of the necromancers. When she was dying, it was Fan Rexor, her late father, who came to her rescue and eliminated the enemies in front of her.
Why did he and the Necromancer meet today...
"Our Necromancer Legion has long been subordinated to the Royal Knights. We Necromancers are relatively "stupid" in nature and only know how to follow the strong, right? Princess Pricia. "
The night elf stood more than ten meters away opposite Pricia, his eyes shining with green night light. Although they are different in nature, they are still somewhat similar to Pricia's emerald eyes.
He shook out a large number of daggers, hidden weapons and even the wand, the main weapon of the elves - this was all the weapons he had on him.
He threw them aside. It seems that he intends to have a long and sincere talk with the princess this night, with the purpose of persuading the master to return to the royal capital.
Priscilla was not wearing any weapons at this time and did not need any lethal weapons.
She can use any kind of magic to kill the night elves who voluntarily lose their arms in front of them, and it's easy.
The night elf was not afraid of this, because he firmly believed that there was one thing that he and Pricia shared, and that was the desire to follow the strong. She will definitely convince herself and return to the capital together to serve her master.
It was late at night, and the bright moon was obscured by dark clouds, withdrawing the moonlight and temporarily withdrawing from the confrontation between the princess and the necromancer.
Pricia felt the cool air floating from the lake behind her, and her shoulders trembled slightly. "Answer my question first, why did you collude with Fan..."
"What the princess said was wrong."
Although such an offensive interruption can cause the Necromancer to be shattered into pieces in the wind pressure at any time, there is one thing that the Necromancer must and is willing to bear the threat of death to explain and explain, "We are just humble and insignificant aliens, why?" Will he be qualified to "collude" with the king? It is our Necromancer Legion that voluntarily submits to its master! "
Pricia was curious about his words, "Why?"
The night elves began to explain at length that this involved the humiliating history of the night elves' survival.
Pricia respected the foreigners and listened quietly.
Originally, this race was spurned by other races because of its nocturnal characteristics, weird behavior, and withdrawn character that did not make friends with ordinary people.
After experiencing all kinds of humiliation, the elves gradually desire to become stronger or follow the strong.
The night elves, who have been living under discrimination and vicious eyes, have learned the unique art of summoning the undead.
Therefore, in a sense, the night elves and necromancers in this continent are equal in nature and status, and are despised and disgusted to the same extent.
They are humble and insignificant, so they rely on fearsome necromancy to defend their homeland and even take revenge on humans. The Shidu tragedy is just one of their "shows" to retaliate against humans.
Or, they may follow a stronger king to obtain an umbrella of protection.
They once believed that their race would be forever spurned and ostracized. At this time, a strong man appeared in front of them, threatening to accept the night elves and make them his subordinates to rule the continent together.
This person did not break his promise. Whenever a war is won, the elves can sit at the highest table at the winner's banquet and share a share of the pie with this person.
This person who made all the necromancers surrender was none other than the second king of Valentino, Fan Rexo.
Pricia understood that it turned out that in the past few years, Fan had successfully surrendered the Necromancer and made him submit to Valentino.
No wonder the Necromancers have disappeared since then. It turns out that they are secretly fighting against foreign enemies for Fan.
She nodded, acknowledged the night elf standing in front of her, and affirmed: "I see, you are Fan's subordinate, so there is no need to be polite."
She added another sentence, rejecting Fan's request to return to the palace, "I don't want to go back yet."
"My master once said, princess, you cannot let go of the power and wealth in the palace. The most important thing is that the palace is your destination."
She was a little dissatisfied when she heard an outsider meddling in other people's business, "I don't need you to mind my business!"
"Actually...the princess is similar to me."
The night elf's words once again angered Pricia, making her angry. "A humble elf actually compares me to you?"
Although Pricia was about to get angry, the night elf's momentum and determination overcame her. He said:
"It is true that how can we humble aliens compare with the noble Princess Valentino? But it is undeniable that the princess also has a heart eager to follow the strong, so the princess is constantly becoming stronger. The same is true for us. and--"
The night elf looked directly at Priscilla's impure green eyes with his own pair of dim green eyes, full of incomparable pride, "Don't you think, Princess, that Master Van Rexor is such a worthy person for everyone to follow?" The strong one and the king?"
Just because this sentence made her unable to refute the question, half of her wind pressure and momentum disappeared.
"The master has the shadow of the late king."
Priscilla closed her eyes, recalling what the night elf had said.
As a vassal, Van Rexor has been recognized and highly praised by his father since he was a child, and was personally taught by his father.
At the age of sixteen, he became the strongest light magician on the continent.
This fact once made Pricia, who was unable to receive magic lessons from her father, extremely jealous.
However, it is undeniable that Priecia can indeed feel the breath of the dominer from Vanrekso. He has excellent ability and well -known knowledge. He can deal with his father in a chessboard and black and white chess pieces. Maybe these are the shadows of the so -called father.
"It took only one night to make a refusal to obey the emperor's riding and the rebellion of the rebellion, and the commander Wang Junla, Cydilla, and let Wang Jun subtore to serve and annexes under the emperor's riding.
At the same time, the master sent me and other commanders to sweep the small border country -it is worth noting that the power of my wait of the Dead Spirit Legion is endless, and our soldiers have no concept of death!
Even if they become corpses, they will stand up and continue fighting!
Ha ha! The owner will use our strength to use us well! Do you make good use of wing talents, isn't this the best manifestation of a king's ability?
If it wasn't for a king who was equally powerful in his heart and appearance, could you sweep dozens of small countries in a short period of time and make such great achievements for the Kingdom of Van Lunnano? Isn't this the height of the strong man in the ideal heir of the first king? "
Priecia stared at the dark night elves, who was very excited because of praising the master's achievements, thought for a moment, and agreed: "I agree with your thoughts, Fan is indeed a strong person close to my father's pace."
"Princess, shouldn't you follow such a master tightly?"
The night elves gave different eyes. After thinking about it, I continued: "Now you are following the silver Knights and Elfins. Please think about it, what are they doing? While busy expanding the territory for the kingdom and replenishing the national army's strength, what are the silver Knights and Alfangis? What did they do since they recaptured the honor of the past in the Southern Expedition? "
Primia replied from the inside: "They are just marching, marching, walking, walking, and going to the north to guard the border. From the return of the south, they have not moved much. , It's not enough to mention it. "
The night elves laughed, "Princess, your answer is already very clear!"
"But ... Alfangs ..."
"Everything my master does is to consolidate the kingdom regime, in order to make the kingdom's prosperity lasting, and last forever.
Let all the small nations of this planet be included in the territory of Van Lun Tieno, and let these small countries hold a king together.
This planet is Van Lun Tienuo!
Isn't this what the princess pray?
The master uses all the "means" that can be used and absorb all the "power" that can be controlled. Isn't this the display of the king? "
Power ... strength ... prosperity ... Priecia is also in a mood, even as a woman, longing for their motherland to be prosperous.
These thoughts are not what an ordinary woman can be pregnant, nor is they qualified to chase their desires and expectations.
Priecia has also thought why he is so different from them. With her age, she gradually realized that this must be caused by the cause of the royal blood.
Men with the blood of the royal family are qualified to become a strong and king;
Although the woman with the blood of the royal family cannot be the king, it is precisely because they will have the hearts of strong chasing strong and king.
This is the common fate of the genes in the royal blood that has long been decided and linked, and cannot be abandoned or denied.
"You are right. It seems that Fan is very superior in addition to his leadership ability, and the skills of teaching your men are also very superb."
"Thanks to the princess for praise." The night elves were not happy because the princess praised himself, but because the princess was happy because of the strength of the owner.
"Even if the great achievements made from Fan picked one out of any achievement, silver and Alfangus could not be compared with it."
Priecia tells his true thoughts about the night elves, because this is an fact that he cannot deny.
"Presumably, the princess once thought so much. Alfangs was a coward." Things are gathered and people are divided into groups. " The princess also knows, the Falcon -that is, there are still many deserters in the Silver Cavaliers. "
"I really think so, but-" Policia said here, the surrounding wind became fierce.
Although Alfangs has the shortcomings and disadvantages of some weak people, she still believes that "he can become stronger than anyone."
The night elves raised their eyes, raised the corners of their mouths, and sneered "humming".
Seeing the other party scoffed at this, he continued to justify: "Father Wang once told me that when the father of the king was considering the heir of the kingdom, it was difficult to choose between Elfangz and Vanrecoso ..."
"Sure enough!" The night elves interrupted again.
"What?"
At this time, the night elves were dismissed and completely denied Priecia's thoughts.
Later, he realized his rudeness, and explained: "It's time to tell the princess the cruel truth to the princess. The owner has told thousands of informs, and the princess must not be informed of the necessary situation."
Priecia is also dismissive, but his heart is a bit virtual, but the language is still so tenacious. "It depends on whether you can convince me!"
"I can't persuade the princess's thoughts. I just hope that the princess can see something ..." The night elves took a letter from my arms, and there was a lion head seal at the seal.
Obviously, this is a letter only circulated in the royal family of Van Lun Tieno.
Priecia manipulated the wind, took the letter, and presented it in his hands. The moment I came into contact, there was an inexplicable premonition in my heart.
Will this be a letter related to the death of the father ...
Priecia was pulled out of the envelope, and browsed through the return moonlight.
This was originally a letter from Vanreco before his father's dying. He probably wrote that after a careful consideration, he decided to choose Vanreko Van Lunnuo as the heir of the kingdom.
"This is the pioneer of the pioneer."
The handwriting is unquestionable, and the chapter and seal of the glory of magic are also strong evidence.
The magic seal will only be effective only when I voluntarily injected magic, it is the most effective proof of the royal identity.
But there is another point, Priceia still wants to verify ...
She noticed that her father's own signature in the lower left corner of the stationery was deliberately written. The handwriting was just right. style.
When she found the secret in the signature, she couldn't help sadness, and "whine" stumped. The dark night elf was unknown.
With a specific stroke, she folded the part of the signature paper. After that, the signature of the father's signature "restored" into a mark.
"Father..."
Priecia has kept a secret with his father since he was a child, and it is also a agreement between father and daughter. If the signature of his father is folded along a specific pen, it will show the appearance of Priecia's god -style emblem.
This signature cannot be forged, and its skills cannot be imitated.
Because no one knows what Priecia's tattoo is like.
This is designed by Priecia himself. As long as it is signed on the folding paper, you can restore the name of the father to the emblem of the god style.
Therefore, this secret only knows between father and daughter.
Although the night elves could not see what method did Priceia used to verify this secret letter, it seems that she has been convinced that the secret letter is true.
"This is the conclusive evidence, which can explain what Elfins do."
Policia barely wiped her tears with her sleeves, thinking about the hint of the night elves, it is easy to infer the death of the father -
The letter shows that it is difficult to choose between the two outstanding talents of Elfes and Vanreko.
This secret letter announced that Vanreko was the heir of the kingdom, so Fan could not kill his father and king.
Priecia thought of the possibility of force, but then dispelled this ridiculous idea.
The father is not a coward who succumbed to any wicked knee.
It may also be the power of the palace in the palace that conspired in the coup.
However, as early as a few years ago, most of them had been closely controlled by the father and Vanrekso.
The suspicious people are only Alfangz ...
"The answer is already clear, the princess. Only the weak will think of the trick of the wicked."
Priecia hugged her head and was unwilling to listen more.
hard to imagine……
Why is this ... really you ... why is this ... that is my father's father and king ...
I don't want to think about it anymore ...
Can't help people doubt ... you have changed ... I am disappointed with you ...
Is there anything that can dispel the confused emotion at this moment?
Policia surrounded his arms and asked from the inside, and his fingers unknowingly touched the emblem on the right chest.
The storm was angry and was not controlled by Priecia. The surrounding residual wood was swaying unstablely.
From this moment, the image of the gods of the gods has gained vitality and survived strangely. In the cross -sized cross of the central center, the glory of the magic energy is circulating, and the emerald pattern is growing, extending, and even climbing to the owner's shoulder like a branch.
The gauze could not cover the activities of the light emblem, which reflected it, letting the night elves witness the moment when the magic pattern emblem was really awakened.
Policia's heart let go of all burdens, intoxicated in the power of awakening. After a while, she woke up again. Opening his eyes, the green pupils are as old, firm and persistent.
Seeing this, the dark night elves secretly, "It seems that the princess promised to go back to return to the master with me!"
Primia of the gods raised the corner of her mouth.
The next moment is the situation that the night elves have never been expected.
Policia's manipulating violent wind, condensing the giant handless hand, overlapping and stretching the throat of the night elves, and even mentioned it in the air.
He kept struggling with his feet, unable to breathe, and couldn't ask for mercy. Each inches in the body of the body is stretched, and each cell is suffocated.
In just a few seconds, the magic of the night elves was drawn to get a clean. While pulling his vitality, the giant giant hand squeezed his magic.
When he was almost out of breath, the invisible giant hand suddenly dissipated like crushing. The moment the valuable air rushed into his throat, the night elves fell to the ground, lying on the ground weakly, his chest hit the ground and cough.
"This time, you can let you let you go. The next time you are so rude, you will definitely crush you into pieces!"
During her speech, she also spit out the magic, shocked the air violently, and the night elves were very afraid of the princess awakened in front of her, and did not dare to look at her.
Policia re -wearing the ornaments, and by the way, the long hair behind his head was satisfied.
"Your dark night elves are too dirty, I won't walk with you. I will return to Wangdu Grandis alone."
Priecia left a dead spirit warlock who was still breathing on the ground and was ready to leave. After a few steps, she suddenly turned back to add an order;
"Don't track me, otherwise, you will not even leave the pieces!"
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In the middle of the night, the moon hidden in the clouds. Dark on the ground. Hundreds of meters away from the sleeping barracks, a tragic sound of "crackling" with "crackling" with iron chains and pumping flesh.
The night wind with snowflakes whispered like a beast. Alfangz is naked. There are a few fresh blood stains on the chest. Long and waist white hair is stained with a lot of blood.
The nearby Warcraft had already smelled the strong blood flavor. Although he was hungry, he did not dare to approach one step, and only used the red red eyes to Elfins.
The man in front of him is not stronger than the demon bear, but the killing intention is more violent than the demon dragon.
They witnessed this man with demon blood, holding the iron chain to whip himself, and couldn't help doubt, is he suppressing blood or release of blood?
The iron torture shakes back and forth, and the new scars overlap on the old scars that are not dry. The pain of flesh has been critical. The more violently, the brighter the blue light of your eyes. This is not a demon, but a Shura.
Alfangus felt the urge to hunt from the hidden trees.
Finally, a devil wolf jumped out of the latency and rushed to Aelfins. If there is a moonlight at this time, you can also see that the sub -sarcason giant wolf is red and bright due to the magic, and the fierceness of the crimson is comparable to the lion king.
Alfangs couldn't restrain the desire to fight, spraying magic from the wound of the bloodstream forest, clamping the magic wolf's mouth with his ten claws.
He just caught the wolf's fluttering and stopped it in the air.
He whispered and threw the monsters in his own hands.
The demon wolf hit a huge rock back, and the rock broke two halves.
Alfangus felt that the blood in his body was excited, and he couldn't stop fighting the excitement.
The monsters that were lurking nearby emerged, and they used their eyes instead of the number of them to count them. Almost hundreds of red eyes surrounded Elfins.
Alfang is about to suppress the magic and almost break through the boundaries of patience. He picked up the iron chain on the ground again, and the two thoughts were surging -as a weapon? Or is it a torture?
Until somewhere, dragon anger's magic came. The anger of the monster group was suppressed by the stronger dragon anger. The hard branches are trembling, and the snow is screaming even more.
The vision of Elfins, who was suddenly awakened, no longer twisted, and began to clear.
The second wave of dragons and waves disrupted the air like waves. It is already a warning signal for danger. The monster screamed a few times, fled, and left.
Alfang knelt on the snow and glanced at the blood spots that stayed in the snow.
If it wasn't for Desfel in time, he noticed his change in time, and woke him up in order to erupt the dragon ... he would be manipulated by the magic blood long ago, and it became a demon who could not look back ... right?
After Dusfill's dragon disappeared, Alfangis found that it had a weak sorrow from not far away.
He dropped the iron chain and didn't care about putting on his clothes, so he searched Delsfel in the source of his upper body along the sound.
Elfens held a torch to a farther place from the barracks. Soon after, he came to the entrance of a cave and found that it was not deep inside through the light of the fire. He barely could see the dragon lying on the ground curled up in it.
"Dais."
The Demon Dragon Daisfier closed his eyes at this time, as if he saw something, and his expression was peaceful. He touched the dragon body, and the hair on his body stabbed his palm like a withered dried grass, which was uncomfortable.
"Child, see what you do to yourself!"
It opened its eyes and looked at its adopted son. Alfang's shirtless upper body was full of scars. This self -harmful child made Disi feel sore and couldn't help but stretch out his tongue to lick his terrible wound for him.
It regret not telling the child in advance that he is the fact that he is the demon, so he has been prepared for a long time and will not be confused too much. Ruby -like tears falling in the eyes of ruby.
"What am I doing ..." Alfangs could not help but blame herself, showing an unknown expression.
"The task you gave me hasn't been completed yet, just like this ... leading the silver knight, returning to the country ... not yet done ..."
He hugged Dus's neck.
"One day, will I become a demon?"
Dais barely opened his mouth and vomited.
"Rumors came out of the palace, suspecting that I assassinated the king, so Vanrecoso transferred the silver away from the capital and expelled to the barren land in the north. Is everything halfway away ... Dais, no longer likely you to make me inheritance, it is impossible Is it done? "
Derson raised his head, watched the starry sky outside the cave, whispered: "El Fangs, Van Lun Tienu's sage once came out of such a proverb," Limited to the future can propose the future. " I have a premonition, and I have prepared the answer you want in the extreme north of the Van Lun Tieno continent. "
In addition to the direction of Elfens' advance in this sentence, this sentence seemed to suggest something.
"Dais, you ..." Guess the fact that the adoptive mother is about to leave himself, and Elfens can't help but shed tears, holding it like a child, crying, as soon as the life of his life is about to wither.
"I know that I have not been long, so in the end, there are two requests."
Elfins nodded slightly, and the promise would be done.
"First, Da Bing Shengsheng Sword Dan Litar must always stay next to him. Don't let others take it for you like this night. Only by it can suppress your magic. It is your amulet. I regret not to tell you early ... "
Elfins suddenly realized, "I understand. Actually, I should have discovered it for a long time ..."
"Second, Alfangs, please go north as soon as possible. He hopes that before his life candle is extinguished, he will look back at Baliza Xueyuan. This is the last wish of the body."
He agreed with tears, "No problem! When I saw dawn tomorrow, I set off immediately!"
Alfangs and Dezfel were close to each other, feeling the extremely warm affection at this moment, and ignored the cold wind of the cave. The two of them have the blood of the same source, and they are even more affectionate than the relationship between the mother and child of humans.
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The first glory of the next day was released from the distant Oriental horizon, illuminating the hazy sky. The silver Cavaliers are ready to go.
Alfangs had a good armor, and his eyes were bright. Last night, he thought of a lot of things, and the fact that he was about to die in his heart. He stared at the north.
On the occasion, Vinci ran in front.
When he was about to report to the situation in the army in his whispering, Elfens first asked, "Is Olivi ... seeing him, say sorry to me."
Vinci was stunned and mentioned Olivi -no, it should be Olivi. Presumably the head of the group did not know that she was a fake boy.
After he nodded, he continued to report: "The head of the regiment, all soldiers were ready, but Princess Price still disappeared."
Elfens silently said, for a long time, responding to Vinci: "Can't wait any longer, start the journey."
Then he ordered to another knight: "Leave some symbols along the way to make her find it."
Seeing the head of the departure to the distribution army, it was strange that the Great Han Daoglas, who was yawned, and asked carefully: "Mission, is it necessary to hurry ..."
Alfang turned his head and was not blame to the laziness of his subordinates, because it was the norm of Douglas.
As long as he is a party, he will immediately become more serious than anyone.
Alfang said, "In the northernmost northernmost part of the Van Lun Tieno continent, we have the answer we want."
The head of the head of the head of mystery made the silver people not understand why, and they were puzzled.
Alfang continued to explain quietly: "What is the true significance of the Baiyin Army northward? How can we realize the ideal of reporting to the country in our way? What does Master say" the conspiracy of the kingdom "? St. Dragon Dais told me last night that the northernmost northern part of the mainland has prepared the answer to these questions. "
