Chapter 1073

After several days of marching, Loren's team finally arrived at duanjieshan fortress as scheduled - although it was a little ironic.

Although the blood skeleton Valley army who returned "as scheduled" blocked the attack of the demon army, it missed the battle of duanjieshan fortress, which was also one of the inducements to the fall of the fortress in a sense;

When they arrived at the fortress of duanjieshan, there was no "fortress of duanjieshan" in any sense.

Yes, it's just a piece of ruins blocking the only road between the mountains.

Standing on the messy battlefield covered by snow, Loren and his party in different moods looked at all kinds of snow and ice debris piled up in the mountains.

Some places have been completely buried by the falling rubble, and the original shape can not be seen; Some can vaguely see the original retaining wall and collapsed tower, but most of them are only a little rubble; Some were piled with corpses, which looked like they had just been cleaned up recently; Some small and solid towers are well preserved and stand alone in place

The ruins in different forms are dyed the same color by the falling snow and ice, and even vaguely see her once majestic and elegant demeanor.

Once

It was built in the second generation and completely completed in the fourth generation. Then it was continuously improved and processed in successive dynasties. For hundreds of years, the indestructible imperial north gate and duanjieshan fortress... Were turned into ruins by more than a dozen wizards and not many materials.

Although there are many factors in it - the landslide of the mountain, the sufficient understanding of the fortress, and the Emperor himself opened the last switch; But just the sentence "all these are created by wizards" is enough to be amazing.

Wizards represent the future... This is the collective long cherished wish of master corona and even the whole nine pointed star wizard tower. If they can see this scene in front of them and see that the fortress representing the "past" is turned into debris by the "future", should they be very happy?

But it is hard to say whether such a future is good or bad.

After all, although there are many conspiracies behind the destruction of the Dragon Kingdom and even deliberately guided by some forces, wizards still have to bear a large part of the responsibility.

Too powerful power - even if it is subject to various restrictions and pays a price - will still be feared, feared and vigilant by people; It is the same for those who have power or those who have no power.

If we can't solve this problem, I'm afraid the imperial wizard will end up the same as the Dragon kingdom in the end.

What's more, in fact, the Holy Cross, the enemy of wizards, is also the hands of wizards.

Looking at the iron crown flag flying in the ruins in the distance, the black haired wizard couldn't help sighing.

No matter how cranky they are, from today on, as long as they have seen the ruins in front of them, they will no longer underestimate the wizards, but at least begin to pay attention to the power of this group.

No longer a juggler, no longer just "insignificant", no longer a "dispensable freak heresy", but a group of people who master special knowledge and power and should be paid more attention to.

Void weapons, floating city, earthquake magic array that destroys the fortress... Isaac Grantham, maybe the fate of the imperial wizard can really be changed in his hands.

"The temporary camp is ahead. The rangers who returned early have informed us of our arrival."

Edward, the night watchman, walked out from Brandon's side and whispered behind the people: "they have prepared blankets, tents, hot food, boiled water and firewood for heating. The army can rest here for a while."

"In that case, what are we waiting for?"

Brandon's expression was so cold that he said coldly, "speed up, don't let the soldiers wait."

With that, the prince ignored the people around him and walked away alone. The people behind him had to follow closely to the camp in the ruins of duanjie mountain.

Edward, the night watchman, followed the prince step by step. He didn't forget to glance at the black haired wizard on one side and what he implied.

The silent Loren just gently lifted the corners of his mouth.

Through the surrounding ruins and some simple earth walls and temporary fortifications, Loren and his party finally returned to the fortress of duanjieshan. The shadowy crowd was waiting for them in the camp.

There was no sound in the dead camp. Everyone stood on both sides in silence, forming a seemingly dense human wall, leaving a passage for the royal highness and the accompanying knights to pass through.

A narrow road, straight to the center of the camp; Across the crowded crowd, you can vaguely see a piled platform there.

The platform is there, isolated from other ruins and buildings in the camp and isolated; Dozens of wounded veterans surrounded it.

Aware of something, Loren instinctively reached out to stop Brandon, who was still moving forward, but was pushed away by the prince.

"If... This is the last side between me and that guy, I don't want to be the guy who doesn't dare to see." Brandon's voice is very light, but he can hear his inner firmness:

"I have to go, Loren, I have to go... I have to tell him to let him know that I'm not afraid of him, and he has nothing to be afraid of... I have to look into his eyes, you know, I have to look into his eyes to... Make him..."

"To let him know... I'm back. There's nothing to worry about."

The burning eyes and obsidian pupils looked at each other, and the burning eyes were filled with some strength of firm determination.

A few seconds later, the dark haired wizard released his hand, but Brandon grabbed it again.

"Come with me, please, I know this, but... I don't want to see him alone." his highness sipped his mouth and forced his nose:

"The hero who won the battle of blood skeleton Valley... I think you should be qualified."

Loren had to promise.

They walked slowly towards the platform under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, and the atmosphere was depressed and solemn.

In the crowd near the platform, Loren saw Charlotte; The Countess of red blood castle looked as serious as her surroundings, but she was dusty, completely without the usual style, and even a little tired - which was absolutely unimaginable in the past.

At the moment of seeing the figure of the black haired wizard, Charlotte's eyes lit up immediately, but it was useless for half a second, so she restrained her momentum, naturally straightened her chest forward, became serious again, and just nodded slightly to Loren.

Somehow, he did not see the figure of Sarika Jonah, Archduke Boye.

The dark haired wizard with raised eyebrows followed Brandon onto the platform.

Connord's body, lying on it; A thick cloak and black linen covered him.

Brandon stepped aside with a steady pace, raised his right hand several times, but put it down again and again; Finally determined to hold the black cloth, but couldn't bear to open it.

"Lauren... You know I've always admired him." Brandon suddenly whispered, "since the day I was born, I've always admired him, even jealous of him."

"I envy his attention, his admiration by sister-in-law phillanai, and the fact that so many people are willing to be loyal to him and even die for him... I haven't experienced that feeling."

"But in the final analysis... What I envy is not these. What really makes me jealous is the hard work my father devoted to him - the kind of attention and care that makes me know that I am different from him."

"I hate that difference, even if I know I don't want those," Brandon muttered, "but now... I don't know why... I feel a little sorry for him again."

"The 'ideal' on the lips, the attention of thousands of people, the expectation of his father, and the belief of sticking to death... Tell me about this guy who makes people envy, envy and hate. Does he live for himself one day?"

"If what he does, all his choices are based on ideals..." looking at connord's body, the black haired wizard said in a deep voice: "then he is living all the time, not for himself."

Silently looking at the expression of the black haired wizard, Brandon thought hard for a while, but finally smiled slightly.

"Yes, this is connord. No... this is the emperor."

"Either turn the 'ideal' of the empire into your own strength, or turn your 'will' into the will of the Empire - the iron crown is such a chain that integrates the two."

"With chains, you can transcend the body and become the Empire itself; but on the other hand, you are just a mortal."

"The Emperor... Is such a monster that looks like human, non-human, half human and half god, ha ha ha."

Brandon smiled, but at last his smile froze on his face. He looked lonely and desolate. His trance eyes seemed to penetrate the black linen and see connord's face.

"But... Dear brother, I didn't come to see you to say that."

As soon as his expression changed, Brandon stopped looking at Lauren and stared at connord's cheek under the black cloth.

"I'll never be a guy like you. I can't kill me, and I don't want to be like this - I'll never be a slave to some 'faith' or 'ideal'. I won't, and you know I won't!"

"I am Brandon de sallion. I will always be. I will not become Conrad I or be called the 'Supreme emperor of the 13th generation' like you. I will never become one in 14 or dozens. I... Is me."

"I want the Empire to remember my name even after thousands of generations, just like 'Sage' Brandon and 'Dragon Queen' Charlotte, not 'another Brandon'."

"For this purpose, I will never let the Empire perish - the Empire will never perish in my hands. That's your purpose, right? I'd rather die than keep the dignity of the desallion family, as if it was more important than living..."

Brandon kept talking. He spoke very fast, as if he was deliberately restraining his tension, pretending that everything was normal and he was still very calm.

The black haired wizard stood silently on his side, and his eyes could clearly see his trembling arm hidden in his sleeve. Even if he clenched his fist, he could not restrain his trembling arm.

"Bang --!"

Just then, a neat sound came from the camp under the earth platform.

"Bang --! Bang --! Bang --! Bang --!"

The Legion soldiers with solemn faces suddenly began to beat their halberds and shields in the snow under their feet in a very rhythmic way; First, it was a little messy, and soon the sound became unified and tidy.

"Bang --! Bang --! Bang --! Bang --!"

The uniform beating sound soon spread throughout the camp. The soldiers of blood skeleton Valley who just returned with Loren looked around warily with different expressions.

Some old soldiers' faces changed, and their alert eyes obviously recalled something; Other young knights were stunned at first, and then involuntarily began to beat their weapons; It was too late when the people around him remembered to stop them.

The entire ruins camp of duanjieshan has become a "stirring" ocean.

"Bang --! Bang --! Bang --! Bang --!"

In the sound, Edward, the expressionless night watchman, held up a black iron crown flag with a long sword and a crown.

Secret silver sword, kingship.

Treasure crown, iron crown.

The former represents the status of the de sallion family in the Royal sword knights, and the latter represents the legal principle that has been passed down since the first generation of supreme emperor combined with Queen Brunhild of the Dragon kingdom.

Edward, the night watchman holding two treasures, walked step by step through the human wall composed of soldiers, walked to the platform under the attention of thousands of people, held the treasure high and knelt on one knee.

The veterans on both sides seemed to have practiced countless times. They raised the Zheng shield with one hand over their heads, knelt face to face, and formed a "channel" built with a shield in front of the platform, extending from Brandon's feet to Edward holding the treasure.

The ruins camp, which had been "lively" a moment ago, suddenly fell into silence and became quiet.

"The old emperor is dead, the crown is vacant, and there is no one on the throne..." the low voice of Edward, the indifferent night watchman, echoed in the dead camp:

"We remember his majesty Conrad I, the 13th generation of glory he brought, and his confrontation with tens of thousands of cruel Azores on the tower - his spirit, courage, perseverance and determination... We will always remember, but...!"

"No matter how we cherish our memory, the Empire... Must have an emperor and someone who can take over the burden of Conrad I and create the 14th generation standing in front of us, leading us, commanding us and teaching us..."

"We... Implore you, your highness Brandon de sallion, the respected Prince of East Saxony, the crown prince of the Empire and a reasonable and legitimate successor, to take over this burden and become our emperor!"

"We implore you... To be crowned Emperor!"