Chapter 334

The moment connord de sallion appeared, the whole atmosphere was not quite right.

Even without looking into their eyes, Loren could deeply feel the strong enthusiasm and excitement from the soldiers kneeling on one knee, which was simply the "power" that could exist only in the crazy believers.

These Legion soldiers... Whether they are the flag regiment of Brandon's guard or the guard of duanjie mountain fortress, they all want to die for this man at once - I'm afraid that even if connord orders to charge the dragon, they will probably be fearless to die and rush one after another against the dragon!

Just standing there will immediately reverse the situation and isolate Brandon and Loren... What kind of lofty prestige does connord de sallion have in the imperial Legion?

Anyway, it must be higher than Brandon described

Loren glanced obliquely at the prince who was already sweating. At this moment, he had no calm and complacency, and was flattering from head to foot.

"Hey, brother Connaught, this cloak is really suitable for you! The fire red robe, the red hair handed down by the desalion family, and the black armor, um... Mature colors and symbols, will never be out of date... Oh, sister-in-law phillanai, let me give you a voice greeting. I hope you have a smooth wind and water in duanjie mountain fortress..."

Brandon, who took the first two steps with a smile, gestures with the soldiers kneeling around. The dead atmosphere makes people gasp for breath and makes the prince's smile more and more embarrassing:

"It seems that you have gone with the wind and water for a long time..."

"Brandon..."

The crown prince shook his head and sighed, as if he had been completely helpless to his mischievous brother.

"Er... Do you want to hear me tell you about it?"

Connord walked forward. Brandon, who was standing there, smiled brightly and looked up at his blood brother. Two desalions, one left and one right, appeared in Loren's sight at the same time.

How to put it, the hard words are some kind of inexplicable subtlety - the two people look almost the same, but they are exposed to the wind and sun in the North all the year round. In addition, Connor, who is a few years older, is more mature and slightly vicissitudes than Brandon, but the gap is not obvious at a glance.

The real difference lies in the distinct aura of the two people. This makes it possible to distinguish the identities of the two de saleans at a glance, even if they see them at the same time for the first time.

"I've learned something from Ernst, although it's not surprising - it's unrealistic to expect Brandon de sallion to be obedient!"

"He is worthy of being Connaught's Royal brother." Brandon smiled more brightly: "you really know me!"

"I'm not praising you."

Connord's voice was like a steel sword sharpening the edge. Although he was talking to Brandon, his fierce eyes never left the black haired wizard standing there from the moment he stepped into the training ground.

"Well, expected." Brandon, still smiling, put his hands on his back and said faintly.

Connord glanced at Brandon and strode to the interrogation platform of the training ground. The middle-aged Knight Ernst behind him hurried to follow.

"What about the soldier who got a lot of money from my brother? Bring him here. I want to see him --!"

"The boy ran away," the Legion sentry kneeling on the ground stood up and spat contemptuously on the ground:

"When we came, we saw him sneak away and just left the fortress."

Connord squinted, his eyes cold.

"Ernst."

"Your Highness?" the loyal middle-aged Knight hurried forward.

"That bastard... There's no need to interrogate, hang directly, and my Legion doesn't need garbage!"

"Cavalry have been sent to chase him, and we can catch him back tonight." Ernst looked cold. "My subordinates will let other soldiers understand what the cost of violating military discipline is."

"Very good. You can do the rest. I have to solve a lot of problems left by the emperor's brother first." he waved behind him, and Connor's eyes moved to the training ground.

The storm of duanjieshan fortress is very rapid. Even in this early winter, a thin layer of snow has been accumulated on the ground in just a few minutes, dyeing the bones white.

When seeing the dead Legion soldiers, Connor's expression obviously changed a little, and his eyes slowly moved to the black haired wizard in the center of the training ground with a trace of anger:

"You did all this?"

"If you mean these legions who were going to kill me at the duel trial but were killed by me..."

Loren bowed slightly to Connor in a calm tone: "yes, I did it. Crown prince Connor de sallion!"

"You killed them, and more than one."

"I was in the duel trial, and my father-in-law defeated them one-on-one! If it is wrong to prove my innocence and honor, even self-protection, then I really have nothing to say, crown prince Conrad."

"... do you know that with this sentence alone, I can hang you for disrespect to the royal family?" Connor's expression was even worse.

"These soldiers... Are all the best legions under my command, and now you kill them and expect to leave here without paying any price?"

"They're going to kill me too." Loren didn't flinch at all, and looked coldly at the crown prince:

"And you're right. I passed the duel trial - according to the rules of the Empire, I can leave now!"

"Your Highness connord --!"

The knight behind the crown prince stepped forward and angrily pulled out his sword: "please allow me to challenge this madman and let him know how much it will cost to violate your dignity!"

Connord ignored, but still stared at the dark haired wizard's face: "kneel down and apologize for your words and deeds, and I won't pursue your rudeness."

"Then, as you just said, I can get you out of here unharmed."

Staring at the expression of the crown prince, Loren vaguely noticed a difference.

No, you can't kneel. It's a trap.

He is taking the opportunity to put pressure on himself and Brandon - if he nods yes, he and Isaac must leave the fortress of duanjie mountain immediately, and naturally Brandon will be alone again.

Only when he and Brandon are together can they pose a threat to the crown prince. Once they are forcibly separated, they will be at his disposal.

Brandon himself doesn't need to say much. As for himself, there are not many places in the world that dare to disobey the imperial crown prince, especially for his own sake.

Reuven of lottel's deep Limburg is probably OK, but if Duke Fred is under pressure, the young count may not last long.

Is it difficult to hide in eboden, or go to the morning star forest to find the Female Elf Leia to take shelter?

Loren never expected this "good life".

"Dear Royal brother Connaught, can you not bully my wizard adviser?" Brandon appeared behind the dark haired wizard with a smile on his mouth:

"Especially in places like duanjieshan fortress, it's really good to wantonly put pressure on the descendants of a Turin family?"

Almost at the moment when Brandon's voice fell, the Legion soldiers around were in an uproar, and there were many startling voices!

Just for a moment, Loren found that the surrounding knights and Legion soldiers looked at themselves differently. The original anger, fear and resentment disappeared in an instant, replaced by some very complex

respect?

The officers and veterans on the stage turned pale and stared at the black haired wizard standing there facing connord with a surprised expression.

Connord's eyes trembled slightly:

"Did you plan from the beginning, Brandon?"

"I just didn't tell anyone the identity of my wizard adviser." Brandon smiled again:

"But even if it's planned, it's nothing strange. After all, I don't fool around once or twice. Isn't it, brother Connor?"

"Very good..."

The cries of the soldiers around him became louder and louder, and connord's expression became more and more ugly. He snorted coldly:

"Put your excellency Loren Turin in the dungeon of the fortress and let him wake up!"

"Alas?" Brandon looked stunned

It's not quite what he thought.