Duke of Grief

Krylov III raised his head in surprise, looked at the top of the camp, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the cloth, and looked at the city in the distance.

The Marquis of El Faro stood on the city wall, in front of him stood a few soldiers with heavy shields, and the old maid named Fili was guarding him.

Facing the cold wind that was about to return, Marquis El Faro pressed the jazz hat above his head and wore a coat, standing upright on the wall of the city, just like erecting another high wall for the people behind the wall. .

Eberna El Faro's face was filled with a relaxed smile, making other people seem to feel that he was not standing on the battlefield, but standing on the top of a cloud-covered mountain

But Yunwu didn't cover his eyes. Even though he was old, Ebna el Faro contained vitality and fighting spirit that did not lose to the young.

So, he shouted again "Krelov III, fight me"

"Decide a king, a real king, a king who can convince all nobles to be oral"

The power of magic made his voice resound through the plain, Krylov III raised his head, the soldiers raised their heads, the mercenaries raised their heads, and the knights from the sad wind collar raised their heads , Grusch also looked up to the sky.

Behind the Marquis of El Faro, the people in the city raised their heads, and the soldiers who followed the Marquis of El Faro looked at their monarch.

Their monarch stood on the wall of the city, but as if standing on the top of the mountain, looking out, they could see the earth and the heart

"I know that your advantage is huge. I know that your people are escorting those families whose former nobles have been robbed of their power. I know that as long as you keep besieging like this, then when morale collapses, we will lose sooner or later."

The Marquis of El Faro smiled and shouted, "But during this period, how much financial and military power do you have to spend, how much time do you have to spend, how much do you have to pay to win, have you calculated?"

"I have calculated, I believe you have calculated. If you can use those financial and material resources to develop the country, if you have enough time, then I believe that the kingdom will definitely become stronger."

"Your Majesty, my Majesty, this is the last time I asked you to come down and fight me. Krylov III, I believe you are also excited, right?"

Krylov III subconsciously stroked his chest

Thump thump thump

He felt it, his heartbeat was speeding up

Yes, there is no doubt that he is excited

There is no moment like now, and victory is right in front of him.

As the Marquis of El Faro said, even though he was a wizard with a calm mind, he was still a king until then

He longs for victory, he longs for power

He is more greedy than nobles, he is more arrogant than nobles

"I believe you were prepared for this when you went to the battlefield in person. Just like me, the moment I decided to go to the battlefield, I was ready."

Standing behind the shield wall, the face of Marquis El Faro had begun to twist and hide.

He laughed loudly, "Throw away the elegance of the nobility, all the restraints, and the useless hesitation. Tell me, Krylov III, what are you thinking about now"

"Is it a war or a war or a war?"

This is the strategy of EBNER El Faro

Because he let people **** the nobles who had been deprived of power to return to their territory, if the time is delayed for a few more months, then he will definitely win.

However, during this period, both his and El Faro’s powers will be dissipated, especially after EBNER El Faro has known his intentions, I am afraid that if he is not ready for a decisive battle, EBNER El Faro will also Forced him to fight the decisive battle, otherwise when their power was worn to a certain extent, those nobles would not continue to guard so well.

If they let them see the hope that they can become kings, then they will never hesitate, and they will definitely go back on the spot

Although in the Kingdom of Corot you want to become a noble or inherit the title, the necessary condition is to become a mage. Although the inheritance conditions are much lower than before, as long as you can become a mage, then you will certainly not be too stupid.

But the extravagant and licentious life has long corroded their hearts, and the power they have mastered has increased greed, turning the wizards who were originally known for their calm reason into a group of short-sighted, greedy, and greedy, life-and-death waste.

They have no faith, and if necessary, they must choose to betray.

And if Krylov III chooses not to fight, then his morale must be low, even if he chooses to defend, choose to wait for work, and wait for the arrival of reinforcements without carrying out any battle that may cause heavy casualties, it is impossible.

The army of the royal army is not just the army of the Rezer family. Many noble troops are also mixed. Krylov III cannot ask them to be strong and brave. Even if they are their own soldiers, Krylov III cannot guarantee that they will not be Morale collapsed and fled.

What a pity that Krylov III sighed, if the army led by the tragic wind can be used by him, then his battle will undoubtedly win

Krylov III reversed the ring gem of his left index finger and took a deep breath.

"Yes, Ebena El Faro"

Krylov III pulled up his chair and stood up, his excited and grinning smile climbed up to his face, his voice trembling with excitement, "Decide to fight Marquis El Faro"

"I, Krylov III, challenge"

The king’s words just fell, and the noble laughter suddenly began: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha three days, three days later is the day of the decisive battle, take a good rest, make a good arrangement, and then will die many people”

Then, there was no more silence at www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was only an empty and lonely plain, and on the plain, only the wind was ringing.

A speechless fear slowly spreads in people's hearts

The soldiers stayed where they were. At this moment, it seemed that they could only turn their eyes. When they looked at each other, they seemed to see confusion and panic in each other's eyes.

Bang

A voice suddenly sounded, Diego held the lance in his hand, his eyes moved quickly, and after taking a deep breath, it seemed to block his throat.

In the next moment, he reacted, squeezing the gun barrel with both hands, turning around and pointing the gun tip at his colleague "Who"

After this rant, everyone was awakened. They looked at it, either pulled out their weapons, or their bodies were stiff and could not move.

Conditionally reflexive, the soldier pointed by Diego with the gun pointed raised his hands and shouted "Don't kill me" in a pointed voice

"Hoohoo"

Diego gasped, his lips trembling, his eyes fixed on the soldier's face, his brain blank, as if to engrave this face in his heart.

"Diego"

After hesitating for a while, An Likui swallowed and patted Diego's shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay."

Diego glanced blankly back at An Likui, then turned his head again, and saw the soldier's hands raised high, looking down, and saw the lance dropped on the ground.

With his muscles shaking, Diego slowly withdrew his arms. After a few deep breaths, he blushed and bowed his head to apologize, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay"

The soldier slowly squatted down the corner of his mouth and picked up his weapon. His look was a little dark, and his smile seemed reluctant.

An Likui took a deep breath while looking at his friend who looked down at him, and looked up to the sky.

The decisive battle is really coming