Chapter 2187

Holy See, inner hall.

The table is inlaid with gold patterns. There is a large area of precious stones in the center, which is gorgeous.

The king of saints sat at the top of the table a little higher, and there were two of the five Duke's chairs vacant.

Su Xiao, her husband and lady yuelang are all here. Today, it's a day since the death of Tieyu Wang.

The Northern Alliance came. On the day of King Tieyu's death, the Northern Alliance broke through Sierra's border defense line. 150000 polar cavalry marched in and broke through seven defense lines in a row. Only when the supply troops could not keep up with them could they repair it.

As a general rule, this kind of war information will be transmitted back to the city of Aram within three hours. The dukes and the king of saints will be the first to know and then make decisions.

But on the same day, the top officials of the Empire didn't know about it. The reason was that the soldiers who were responsible for transmitting the war report were assassinated as soon as they arrived in the city of arams, and all the 12 soldiers who arrived in batches survived.

Who led the interception? At this time, the investigation is unclear, and there is no time for investigation. The follow-up treatment of officials in the city of Alans made up for this.

At the last moment of the Empire's life and death, officials finally let go of their greed. They braved Assassins' assassination and sent people to the front line to obtain information. 27 waves of people died before, after and after. Finally, they verified the war report of the front line. Note that 27 people died, not 27 people.

In the early morning of the next day, the battle report finally arrived at the Holy See. As for where the Northern Alliance has been fighting now, it is not clear that the cavalry from the polar regions have rushed into the Empire to kill the intelligence forces.

"By my time, that was already the case."

The moon wolf lady's face is gloomy, her index finger is quivering, which is the expression of anger.

"Alexandre, what's your attitude in this matter?"

The old prince did not lift his eyes to open his mouth, and called directly for the life of the holy king. After all, in the old prince's view, there was only one king of Sierra, not Alexander.

"You decide."

Alexander, a saint of descent, is lazy.

"Good."

The old prince looked at Mrs. wolf. After a while, he sighed in his heart and turned to Su Xiao.

"In any case, my position of Duke has been borrowed from you for a few days, at least with a proposal."

"Oh."

"In the face of King Tieyu, give me a proposal."

"First issue an amnesty in the city of Aram, and then you and one of the moonwolves will go to the front to supervise the war."

"Is that so?" the old prince frowned and pondered, which was roughly the same as his idea. As for who he and Mrs. yuelang went to the front, it's still a question.

"I live with Aaron."

Mrs. yuelang said she didn't wait for the old prince to speak.

"I think it's impossible to go to the front line because of your greed for life and fear of death. I don't have any requirements. Until the city of arams is completely lost, you have been here for me. At least the supply to the front line can't be cut off."

The old prince stood up from his seat. He would go to the front to supervise the war and revive his morale. At least after the death of Serra, he would not bear the name of the coward Duke.

Several servants came forward and dressed the old prince in black armor. When they went to the front, they would look like going to the front.

Just as the old prince was about to leave, he inadvertently saw gems in the center of the desk. The more he looked at it, the angrier he was. He didn't forget to fart. The sun was still dazzling.

Bang!

The old prince smashed his fist on the table, and a number of gems in the center cracked, which made him feel more comfortable. After all, he wanted to do so for a long time.

From the beginning to the end, Alexander didn't speak very much. It wasn't his subjective will to become a saint. Instead, he was elected by his family. He was strong enough, so he sat here.

His family originally trained him as the second iron feather king, but the power of iron feather king can't be reproduced. It's the purest, simplest and powerful, and it's the powerful killed on the battlefield.

As the king of saints, Alexander is not fatuous. At least he will accept the majority of Li Lin's opinions, which can be seen from the people's happiness of the Empire. Moreover, he stepped on the ambitious angry lion and made the other side dare not to make mistakes.

"Moon wolf, you can go."

Su Xiao suddenly opened his mouth, and when he heard this, Mrs. Yue wolf was angry for a moment, but turned to be frightened.

Mrs. Yue wolf turned her head slightly stiff, and her face was full of disbelief.

"You want it?"

“……”

Su Xiao didn't speak. Mrs. Yue Lang immediately got up and left. All the doubts in her mind were solved. She was surprised just now. Why did the old prince come to the front? Now it seems that the old man has run away.

"So You want to kill me. "

Alexander seems to have figured something out. When he claps the armrest of the throne, the gorgeous round hilt pops out. As the sword rises slowly, Su Xiao sees that it is a war sword.

The length of the whole sword is about 1.3 meters. The grip and guard are very simple. The blade is sharp. The body of the sword near the armrest is about six centimeters wide. The higher the body is, the narrower the body is. At the point of the sword, it looks like a sharp cone.

"I've done nothing in my life, but I'm good at using it."

The languor on Alexander's face faded away, and he thought he would die under the siege of polar fighters, which was an acceptable outcome for him.

The reason why Alexander often sleeps is that he feels that the people around him are too boring, the officials fighting for power, the Dukes fighting with each other, the families who place their hopes on him, etc. These are too boring. The only thing that is not boring is a man who has just arrived in the city of arams and hides his blood. Unfortunately, the other side doesn't seem to fight with him.

Many years ago, everyone was looking forward to Alexander, hoping that he could lead Sierra to prosperity. But Alexander knew that he couldn't do it. That's not what he was good at. He was clumsy when he was young. His brothers and sisters could learn the complicated etiquette in a few quarters of an hour. He had to practice for at least one month, and he was clumsy when he actually used it.

Especially in the ballroom dance, he pulled off a lady's dress. He swore that he didn't mean to. The lady tried to struggle on the way, but in order to maintain the etiquette, Alexander chose to finish the ballroom dance with the other party. Afterwards, the lady cried heartily, and Alexander never saw the lady again.

In the face of the ridicule of his brothers and sisters, Alexander has no anger, no inferiority, just feels bored. He is always wondering why he should learn these etiquette?

Until one day, for the first time in his life, Alexander held the sword. He smiled and smiled for the first time.

When Alexander's joy disappeared, he was a little surprised to find that his brothers and sisters, his mother, his uncle and so on were all in the pool of blood, and only his father who had been cut off and covered in blood was alive.

"Alexander, I'm proud to have a son like you."

Alexander clearly remembered that this was the first time his father praised him. In the following days, Alexander got a long sword to kill all kinds of monsters.

Just when Alexander thought that he would always live in this joyful killing, his father found him again and told him that he would become the holy descendant king. At first, Alexander thought that the holy descendant king killed for the sake of the Sierra Empire, so he agreed.

However, Alexandre, the queen of saints, found that the work of the king of saints every day was to sit and sleep, which was very boring.

After years, decades, decades of patience, Alexander found his father and confessed his thoughts.

As you can imagine, Alexander's father was angry and even wanted to take away his sword. For this reason, Alexander and his father had a theory. Because of his clumsy words, he was scolded by his father for being bloody.

So Alexander chose to negotiate in his best way, and he came to the conclusion that his father was too weak to fight with the power of saints.

After Alexander killed his father, he left the Sierra Empire and began to plague the Northern Alliance. Ten years later, when the Northern Alliance was plagued by him and was about to garrison him in the desolate area, he returned to the city of arams, killed the king of Saint descent who had just been in office for more than ten years, and sat on the throne again.

The reason is that Alexander heard a story told by an old woman named will, the story of the father's Dragon. After hearing this story, Alexander regretted that he could not find a better person than his father, such a person No more.

There is a second emotion in Alexander's heart, guilt, so he sealed his sword in the throne to fulfill his father's expectations. Unfortunately, he did not do well.