Chapter 962

The red sun drooped in the west, and the brilliant sunset reflected the whole sea, dyeing the cold sea with a touch of blood red.

In front of the port of eboden, 20 warships moored side by side like Titans. The high bow and towering mast overlooked most of the city.

On the distant sea level, there are several times more Elven warships berthing, threatening and surrounding the whole eboden.

The retreating Azores elves lined up in six large square arrays, gathered in the port, stood motionless, stared at the opposite eboden wall and circular fortress, and glared at them reluctantly.

If it had not been for the order of his highness rodria, if it had not been for the sudden emergence of cavalry... The city in front of them would have been in their bag!

The arrogant Elven warriors can't understand the prince's decision to withdraw - in their eyes, the mere thousands of cavalry can only cause some harassment at most; They don't know how much the morale of the eboden garrison will be improved and how much damage will be done to the siege army if such a fierce mobile force assists outside the city.

It can be said that even lottel and El Mans, with a total of 14000 reinforcements, are second, and poi's 5000 Hussars are the real help in the snow.

When such a cavalry army known for its endurance and mobility appeared outside eboden and wanted to continue attacking the city, the Azores had to be prepared to pay two or three times the casualties.

On the other side of the port, the boa Hussars who rushed back to the beach returned to the array and gathered with the fleeing Flemish swordsmen, Byrne and lottel Knights under the gate of the circular fortress.

Different from the serious knights, the Hussars on horseback stared at the opposite elves arrogantly, almost using all their means to provoke;

They laughed loudly and spat. They threw several elves' triangular battle flags into the rotten mud and were trampled by horses' hoofs; Or show off the booty robbed from the elves.

The two armies confronted each other at a distance of less than 200 steps under the eboden wall; Two hundred steps, both sides were within the threat range of their respective weapons, but they exceeded the shortest charging distance.

Looking at the Azores army array and the warships in the port, the black haired wizard couldn't help sighing - it was warm and grand to mobilize tens of thousands of troops as "audience" for a negotiation.

Of course, the other party's purpose and reason are not incomprehensible. There can be no second reason except threatening and intimidating the eboden garrison.

A group of Elven warriors holding the flag in the shape of the Yangtze River Delta in purple and Phnom Penh walked from the opposite military array to the center of the battlefield; Taking a deep breath, Loren had to look at Lucian behind him and take the Byrne knights to meet him.

As the two teams approached, two familiar figures came into Loren's eyes - the blindfolded fairy girl, still holding the walking stick like Azor long knife on her chest as she had first met; With a proud face and some indifference, the young man is very vigilant and has been staring at himself.

Lori and Anson, the chief warrior and warrior of the imperial court, the great grandson of master Halin van ashamay, the sister and brother of the spirit ZAD family, are surrounded by a big boy like spirit in a purple and gold cloak, standing in the center of the spirit warriors like stars and moon.

The black haired wizard narrowed his eyes into a slit and looked at him calmly; He also kept blinking curiously and looked up and down at Lauren.

The two sides stood alert at a distance of ten steps away, so they were stunned for five minutes; Each of them clenched their arms and tightened their nerves, as if they were going to fight each other in the next moment.

The big boy like spirit still stood there, looked curiously with his hands on his back, and his flawless big eyes blinked and blinked, as if he didn't feel that the atmosphere was becoming particularly tense.

Who invited who?

After a brief embarrassment, Loren had to take the initiative to go forward and cough gently:

"Excuse me, are you his highness Rodriguez Azores?"

"Exactly."

Gently pushed aside the elf warrior who wanted to protect himself, the little prince came forward alone, smiled with interest and said, "as for you... Oh, I'll know when I see the legendary secret silver sword."

"Lord Loren Turin, I've heard a lot about you; it's a great honor to be named by you. You should have learned it from Alexandra, right?"

The dark haired wizard raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, so soon... The game began.

The message implied by the prince's words is - "I know Alexandra is in your hands, and I know you don't want to kill her".

Even so.

"Yes." Lauren smiled and looked at the little prince meaningfully. "Of course, she told me more than your name."

The little prince shrugged and smiled indifferently. His eyes never left Lauren's expression.

"That's just right. In this way, you and I can save a lot of time. Instead of being polite, we can talk about more useful things."

"What are you talking about?"

"Withdraw." the little prince's answer was very direct, with a strong smile:

"Eboden's defenders have all withdrawn from this city and your civilians. I assure you with the credibility of the son of the eagle king and the warrior that I will never attack when you leave."

"In this way, the war can also have a satisfactory end, and neither side will have any sacrifice." while saying, the little prince looked at the sunset in the West and nodded: "well, I'll give you three days. Should that be enough?"

Looking at the little prince with a face of "good boy, don't fight", Loren suddenly lost his tongue.

The other party's natural appearance of playing rogue made him vaguely think of another similar guy.

Are the youngest sons of the royal family all carved out of the same mold?

But since the other party is going to play rogue, there's no need to be too serious.

"I've heard that negotiation is the art of compromise - both sides come up with the results they want, and then give way to each other." with his mouth slightly tilted, Loren said "seriously":

"Therefore, if I do not put forward our side's request, the so-called negotiation conditions will not be established."

"That's right. It should be so."

The little prince smiled and nodded, "so, what are your requirements and conditions?"

"Easy, pull out." Lauren picked his mouth and said more directly than he did:

"Let your troops and fleets leave eboden and go back where they come from; in the name of Lord Byrne and member of the Royal sword knights, President eboden, I promise you that I will never attack you when you go home."

"In this way, the war will end, the two countries will stop fighting and cease hostilities, shake hands and make peace again, and return to the peaceful scene of dealing with their own affairs and occasionally visiting each other in the past hundreds of years."

The voice fell, and the little prince's smile obviously stagnated for a few minutes.

After a full minute, he shook his head:

"I'm sorry, but it's impossible - with all due respect, Lord Loren Turin, although I respect you, you don't seem to be qualified to make such a condition now."

"What's more, you are asking me to admit that the Azores Kingdom lost the battle of eboden - even in terms of the dignity of the Kingdom, I can't accept such an outcome."

"But I didn't win, did I?" Lauren retorted, gradually narrowing his smile. "You've been fighting for 15 days, and the wall of eboden is still standing behind me."

The little prince lost his voice and smiled: "how long can I stand? Counting the reinforcements, how many troops do you have, less than half of mine, right... I don't know how your combat readiness is, but the chips in my hands are several times as many as yours in terms of troops and materials."

Loren shook his head slowly:

"War is not addition and subtraction, otherwise mathematicians will rule the world."

"Well said, justified." the little prince nodded gently. "But now, I can take eboden in half a month at most - in fact, I have controlled the port of eboden now."

"Yes, but you can't hold the port with only one beach." the black haired wizard said faintly: "and I only need to hold it for another half a month at most."

"In half a month, you will face not me, but the 200000 army of the emperor's majesty - I don't know if the exhausted Elven warriors under the city of eboden can still meet twice their own sharp teachers?"

The little prince frowned, pursed his lips slightly, and looked straight at Lauren like an awkward child: "Lord Byrne, you don't really think that the Azores army is only behind me?"

"I can tell you now that in a month at most, two or three times the army will appear outside the port! At that time, even if your emperor can really recapture eboden, he can only bear the pain and watch her destroy!"

Facing the threat of the little prince, the black haired wizard was silent.

He closed his eyes and exhaled "white steam", then gently sipped his right index finger, pointed his fingertip at the direction of the sea breeze and rubbed it a few times.

With a slight startle, the little prince understood what Lauren meant.

Winter is coming.

The weather is getting colder and colder. In less than a month, the port of eboden will be frozen - at that time, the elf fleet must evacuate, otherwise it will be completely destroyed by ice in the port; The Elven army left behind in eboden has become a lonely army. It is impossible to get the assistance of the next army until the cold ice melts next year.

The only thing waiting for them is the total annihilation of the army.

"Since you think so, it seems impossible for us to reach any mutually beneficial agreement." the little prince said softly with a regretful expression:

"It's too unfortunate. We could have been friends."

Loren has really heard similar words countless times.

"We can still be friends," Lauren said with a smile, "but war is war. We can't talk about feelings."

"You're right, but the warriors on the battlefield have feelings and fight for their own beliefs and justice." the little prince smiled: "the wisdom and bravery displayed on the battlefield will make each other respect each other more."

He snorted and waved behind him; The elves warriors gathered behind immediately dispersed, and an old elf came forward with a picture.

"This is my gift to you," friendship of eboden "... Well, yes, it's right here. You can go down." as he said, the cheerful little prince took the picture and put it in front of the black haired Wizard:

"Just use this souvenir as a witness to our friendship."

Slightly stunned, Loren looked at the "souvenir" - the dazzling red sun dispelled the haze. He stood on the beach with the little prince in front, shook hands and made peace. Behind them were the towering fleet of elves and the city wall proudly standing in the fire of war.

Sunshine and haze, war and peace... Are vividly displayed on a picture less than two feet wide.

"How?"

The little prince suddenly asked, "I specially ordered someone to rush this painting from a few days ago until it was finally completed. After all, it's difficult to draw the charm without seeing your face with your own eyes, so... Do you like it?"

"I like it very much - as a painting, because art likes decoration and only shows the side you want to see." Loren looked up at him calmly:

"There is no smell of blood and corpse in the paint."

"That's right, but I still hope you can like it, so that at least we can have a happy ending in today's meeting." the little prince smiled: "because of my next gift, you will never like it."

Next gift?

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

At this moment, a loud thunder suddenly came, and the exquisite painting was directly knocked down on the beach.

The defenders on eboden's side turned their heads and looked at the direction of the explosion -- the raging fire rising at the other end of the river bank.

It's a river iron gate!

"As I just said, the wisdom and bravery displayed on the battlefield can lead each other to respect each other more." under the blood red sunset, the little prince smiled more and more:

"Lord Loren Turin, you have shown superb command skills and prophetic judgment in the battle of the previous few days - as a return, of course I can't neglect it."

"So I quietly sent a warship full of fire oil while you were rectifying the gap of the army, and blew up the iron gate blocking the sea entrance of the gem river with the blockage behind it to ashes."

"In this way, my fleet can attack eboden from both sides at the same time. The launchers on my ship can bombard the inner city directly from the estuary. I wonder if your army has enough troops to garrison both walls?"

When the voice fell, the little prince raised his head and contentedly appreciated the face of the black haired wizard Tieqing, as well as the scream and alarm bell of the eboden garrison on the wall in the distance.

Yes, this is the charm of surprise - whether it's brought to you by the other party or imposed on you, it's always pleasant.

Surprise is the core charm of all games.