Duke of Grief

Kuima is running on the road, the hot temperature and the tense mood make the rider sweaty.

He polished the armor brightly, hung his long sword well around his waist, the belt was brand new, and the horse was covered with a gorgeous golden blue robe.

The horses ran fast, but the riders straightened their waist bars. The yellowing wheat fields on both sides of the road, the unknown farmers raised their heads, raised their necks, and their eyes moved as the riders advanced.

The raised dust diffused and settled in the air. The road before Greenland was still paved with loess, and a layer of stone bricks was not paved until the city gate.

"Your Majesty Krylov III, return triumphantly!"

People saw that three riders appeared on the road shortly after the rider passed by. They all held a banner and shouted loudly.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and the wind blew the flag to hunt. People looked up and saw that the blue background flag was woven with a golden line of their most familiar coat of arms-[Crown of the Seven Stars] !

The combination of gorgeous golden lines and concise patterns represents that there are no decorations on the six corners of ‘Four Elements’ and ‘Light and Dark’, except that there is a crown symbolizing ‘Kingdom’ on the top.

There is no overly gorgeous decoration. The coat of arms of King Corot’s royal family is a simple seven-pointed star. This is the royal coat of arms that has been passed down in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China. In hand.

This is also the most proud thing of King Koror's royal family. Even in the most difficult moment, the royal authority has not been handed over to the "Royal Bloodline" of the Rezer family.

Even after several generations of single pass, they are still passed down!

The Prime Minister of the Kingdom has already received the letterhead that Krylov III is about to return, so he has already prepared the guard of honor.

Daddy--

The horse's hoof fell on the stone brick, and the fast horse-whipped rider saw the guard of honor ahead, hurriedly tightening the reins, and when the horse's speed dropped, it turned over and dismounted.

Boom!

The gloved right hand pounded **** the armor, and the rider shouted at the guard of honor: "Your Majesty, about to triumph! Three miles outside Greenland!"

The guards of honor waiting outside the city gate nodded to each other. The trumpeters on either side took a giant horn, took a deep breath, pointed their mouth at the horn, and blew it—

Woo--

The loud horn sounded and awakened the whole city.

The trumpeter with a thick neck turned red. Half a minute later, the two trumpeters just stopped sounding, and in the city, two trumpets were sounded.

Woo--

The two trumpeters stood on both sides of the doorway between Shangcheng District and Xiacheng District, and blew the horn loudly.

After the two of them stopped, the two trumpeters in the palace again blew the loud horn to the whole city.

Woo--

After the three sounds, the rider who came to the newspaper, along with the guard of honor, led his mount to the side of the road.

The road in front of the South Gate of Greenland has been blocked, and the road leading from the South Gate to the Royal Palace has been emptied. Now there is no one on the street, it seems cold, but on both sides of the road, it is still waiting in the Greenland. The civilians had already opened the windows facing the street, watching the empty streets waiting.

"Your Majesty Krylov III--"

A loud shout suddenly sounded, the distance was dusty, and the sound of horseshoes was approaching. The soldiers of the guard of honor looked over and saw three riders.

The three riders held three flags high, and the [Crest of Seven Stars] on the blue background with gold rims was the coat of arms of Rezer’s royal family.

A loud shout had just fallen, and two responses came suddenly: "Triumphant return!"

After one call, two more responses. The voices of the three flag bearers have become hoarse because of the constant roaring along the way, but they are still shouting:

"Your Majesty Krylov III--"

"Triumphant return!"

All the soldiers on both sides of the road knocked their hands on one hand, paying their respects to the three flag bearers, and at the same time, the horn sounded again.

Even when mixed with the loud horn, the screams of the three flag bearers are still remarkable.

They raised their flags, drove the horses into the open south gate, and roared in a hoarse voice on the open road:

"Your Majesty Krylov III--"

"Triumphant return!!!"

The horses were restless because of the hot weather. The rider was holding the reins in one hand and stood tall on the avenue.

After another ten minutes or so, the sound of horseshoes rose gradually, and the soldiers turned their heads to look, and saw a rider running over again.

"Your Majesty, about to triumph! Two miles outside of Greenland!"

"Your Majesty, about to triumph! A mile outside of Greenland!"

The horn next to the gate sounded the third and fourth times, then the fifth and sixth times...

The three riders stood on the left side of the avenue in front of the city gate. Even though the dust was flying all the way, their armor that had been wiped brightly was already covered with a layer of dust, but they did not complain or be annoyed.

It is their glory to report to His Majesty Krylov III!

Although no one asked them to stand with the soldiers of the guard of honor on both sides of the road to wait for His Majesty to triumph, all the soldiers who survived on that battlefield were very grateful to His Majesty the King who would continue to rule them for decades. Tribute.

Three groups of flag bearers raised their flags and headed to the palace. The three riders stood by the roadside. They held their heads high and their faces were filled with pride and excitement.

It was an honour for their life to be able to fight for his majesty-for his majesty who launched a man's charge to the monster for their courage!

Under the hot sunlight, all the soldiers were already sweating because of the hot weather. The sweat had already soaked their lining, but they were still standing upright, squinting.

Seeing the distance, the dust was high, and everyone felt a slight vibration on the ground.

Rumble...

The thunder-like voice grew from small to loud, and the uniform voice gradually became clearer.

Krylov III was sitting on the horse, his head was standing tall, looking at the approaching wall, Marquis Arroya was riding his horse to the side, behind him was the court that had made a contribution in this war. Nobles.

And walking on the other side of Krylov III, it is not the royal nobles who support him, but the two knights from the sorrow wind, his two teachers, the Kyle knight and the Tosoro knight, in these two Behind the knights, it was the royal aristocracy who took their army to the war.

The distance between them is clear at a glance, because those nobles are really disgusted to Krylov III, not only on the battlefield~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but also on the triumphal road, in order to establish their own image, these greedy nobles have found opportunities 'Steal' a lot of benefits.

Because of things along the way, the royal nobles who have just gained a lot of interest have no objection to this position.

Even if they are allies with each other, let alone after the war, it is not uncommon for them to turn their backs in wartime, as long as the interests are sufficient, it is perfectly acceptable for them to give up half of their troops!

On the way forward, it was like a broken bamboo, but on the way to triumph, it was so delayed. The royal army did not return to Greenland until the end of the summer. Why?

However, Krylov III no longer cares. In his eyes, these nobles are no longer his opponents-after seeing the true face of Ebena Elfaro, after the war, he has already A change has occurred, and these nobles are nothing more than a bunch of clowns in his eyes.

There is no other use than to make a few jokes,

Krylov III, dressed in a ceremonial pragmatist robe, steered the horses to the forefront of the team, with a faint confident smile on his face, and blazing fire in his eyes.

He led the army standing in front of the Nancheng Gate, looked down slightly at the soldiers of the guard of honor on both sides of the road, and smiled and nodded, "Soldiers, hard work."

The dull voice was particularly pronounced in the silence filled with tension, especially in the ears of the soldiers, it was like thunder and thunder.

They looked up at Krylov III, knocked their hands in one hand, their eyes filled with eagerness, and they cried out in unison: "Welcome--"

"Your Majesty triumphs!"

Krylov III nodded slightly and looked at the south gate of Greenland.

"I am back!"

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