Chapter 1124

Meanwhile, vimpal college, Azores elf camp.

"Get out."

Coldly looking at the emissary sent by his own brother, his Highness the Azor elf prince gave the final answer very simply.

His appearance was somewhat similar to that of rodriya Azores, but anyone who could see how different it was.

Instead of wearing a thin robe or cloak like the elf warrior, he wore a brown piping cloak like the imperial Lord, with exquisite and practical leather armor and Chain Armor below; In addition to a long knife at hand, there are short knives on the lower legs, short swords on the waist, daggers under the wrist, arm armor, leg armor, hand armor, chest armor, shoulder armor... Armed to the teeth.

The short hair only leaves the horsetail on the top and back of the head, and the shaved temples look very capable. Compared with the broad and tall figure, an elf little prince is simply thin.

And a petite and lovely fairy girl is even thinner like a doll.

"Your Highness sikotus, wait a minute!"

Seeing the Elven warriors around rush up, the Elven girl - Shera, the second Knight of the imperial court, who can't even turn her eyes, quickly kneels down on one knee and steals in a cold sweat

"Even if you don't want to accept your brother's invitation, please also think about the great righteousness of the Azores; the imperialists have defeated his highness rodriya in West Saxony, and now they have blocked eboden in two ways!"

"In addition, his Majesty the eagle king's life and death are unknown. If no warrior stands up to preside over the great cause, he will be overturned... Hey, hey, don't catch Sheila. Sheila is just a simple and lovely girl. Sheila has shed blood for the eagle king and made contributions to the Azores. There are hardships without merit... Your highness! Spare your life, your highness, your highness! Hall..."

"Even if you don't speak, I know what Rodriguez is playing."

His Highness the prince raised his hand and waved. The indifferent elf warriors threw down the elf girl who was almost dragged out of the hall and stood back in the shadow under the corridor columns on both sides.

Trembling Shira knelt down on her knees and fell trembling on the ground. Her cheeks were almost completely on the floor. She didn't dare to move, just like a domestic cat afraid of being thrown out of the door by her master.

"Rodriya Azor, my great brother, famous warrior, outstanding commander, kind child, people-friendly royal family, natural heir, oh, and..."

The heavy iron boots "pa!" stepped on the floor tiles, not even a finger away from Shira's cheek; The frightened elf girl trembled and quickly hid her little head deeper.

"Known madman!" said sikotus coldly, looking down.

Don't say anything. The fairy girl closed her mouth and didn't even dare to breathe.

"So if I follow your 'suggestion' and take these 100000 excellent warriors eastward to meet him, do you know what will happen?"

The scabbard hung down and forcibly provoked the fairy girl's chin: "I'm asking you, ask you, talk."

"This, this kind of thing, Shira... Shira..." the fairy girl was about to cry, and tears filled her eyes: "how could Shira know..."

"It's simple. I'm dead."

Sikotus smiled, but his smile was very frightening: "my dear brother will add all the charges to the imperial people, become the eagle king in the name of my revenge, and continue his game."

"His game... Yes, this is the only thing that Rodriguez Azores cares about - dueling with Warriors is a game of fighting; traveling alone is a game of adventure; a natural king is a game of power; commanding the army..."

"It's a game of gambling on the fate of the whole family and stacking all chips on the balance!" stared at Jing's tearful and frightened expression:

"For rodriya Azores, who has long 'put life and death aside', only such a gambling game can arouse his interest."

"And I, the great righteousness of life and death of the Azores, everything... For him, it is like a background story in the game; the living life like you and me is the chess pieces and chips in his hands - I don't need you to tell me. I know exactly what my brother is."

"Just like I know exactly what you are, deputy royal court adjutant... Oh." with a sneer, sikotus said slightly, "it's the Deputy royal court now, isn't it, Sheila."

The fairy girl quickly stopped crying and showed a rogue cat begging smile.

"Thanks for your highness rodria and the eagle king, Shira..." half of the words, she immediately noticed the impatient Shira in the eyes of the elf Prince and immediately changed her mouth.

"It was because of her great national kindness that Shira risked her life to come and beg his highness sikotus to withdraw and join his highness rodria in eboden!" the elf girl said quickly: "at present, the imperial army has arrived. Since lottel's battle is not going well, it's better to..."

"The battle is not going well?"

"Ah! Shira is wrong! Shira is talking nonsense! Your highness, don't worry, Shira..."

"Bang!"

The iron clad scabbard fell heavily and hit a hole on the floor against the elf girl's cheek.

"I surrounded the imperial people of Shenlin castle for a winter, so that they could not find trouble with me, and killed all the 'relatives' in the ancient wood forest who dared to resist Azores;"

"I captured hundreds of ogres and found a way to tame them for the Azores;"

"I captured Shenlin castle, killed their Duke, took half of lottel and opened up the main traffic road;"

"If the imperial reinforcements had not arrived, lottel would have been in my bag. Such a victory..." sikotus's voice was low and cold:

"In my dear brother's mouth, it becomes a bad battle?"

"So after a month's delay on the coastline, being besieged in eboden for the whole winter, and falling in gloven... He made great progress all the way and won a complete victory?"

"No, no, no! Shira is wrong. Shira is wrong. Shira shouldn't..."

"Save it, your majesty, I know what you are." sikotus interrupted with a cold hum again:

"Your acting is wonderful, but I've seen too many wonderful acting skills - compared with them, you're not special."

The elf girl kneeling on the ground trembling was still curling up, her forehead stuck on the cold floor tiles, and she didn't dare to move.

Several rapid trumpets came from outside the closed gate - the clearest was the warning horn sounded in the camp, and the furthest and most blurred was the Imperial March.

In the dead room, the cold Prince sikotus narrowed his eyes.

"How are the warriors preparing?"

The heavy voice of Prince sikotus sounded in the hall.

"Stand by at any time."

An elf warrior helped his sword out of the shadow and bowed down: "there is news from the front that the imperial army has only 50000 up and down - if you order, you can kill them at any time."

"Only 50000?"

"Only 50000."

"Where's the flag?"

"It's a flag of a golden lion on a black background - according to the information collected, it belongs to Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne; he has the most powerful and well-equipped heavy cavalry of the Empire."

"Have you seen the flag of lottel and the red, white and black cross flag of Elman?"

"No, our sentry didn't see an army holding such a flag. It should have retreated."

"Retreat... No, they won't retreat. There's fraud in it."

Ignoring the fairy girl curled up on the ground, he walked to the fireplace and a thoughtful sikotus frowned slightly.

This is not the enemy's total strength.

According to the information sent back by the defeated outpost, the imperial army has at least 20000 light vanguards, a large number of cavalry and powerful and fast-moving projection weapons. The total strength should be around 80000. With lottel's remaining soldiers and 20000 defeated generals, there must be at least 100000 troops.

In other words, only half of them are marching towards the fortress camp on the battlefield at present.

It may also be the most elite half, and the rest should be ambushed around.

In the blink of an eye, sikotus probably guessed the tactics of the enemy opposite.

Take the most elite army as the guide and bait to lure yourself to attack head-on and confront him; The rest of the troops are mobile, take advantage of their own opportunity to attack the fortress and camp, and then cooperate from inside to outside and attack from both sides.

Simple tactics, simple but practical.

Of course, such tactics require the other party to have absolute confidence in himself and his army, because if the friendly army can't capture the fort as scheduled and attack from behind, he will face twice the enemy and twice the strength of his Azor Elf Warrior.

So either he is a madman who, like his brother Rodriguez, seeks stimulation and is desperate; Or they are bursting with confidence and ready to wipe themselves out in World War I here.

Yes, this seems to be a very "simple" tactic. Its only function is to block the enemy's retreat and annihilate them as many as possible.

The flaming fire reflected the slightly raised corners of Prince sikotus's mouth.

He began to understand why his fearless brother was so worried about this guy named Loren Turin.

Maybe... Can also bring some surprises to yourself.

"Open the door, order the front position, and all the ogres will be put on the battlefield - I want to give this fearless Duke Byrne a little surprise."

As soon as the cloak was raised, Prince sikotus suddenly turned around and walked towards the gate with heavy and steady steps. The elf warriors on both sides immediately came forward and opened the gate for him.

"Your Highness, do you want the whole army?"

Under the shadow of the colonnade, the respectful voice of the elf warrior came again.

"No need - since he's so confident, I'd like to see this guy," sikotus said coldly. "Thirty thousand elite warriors, together with the ogre and the defecting 'poor relatives', are enough."

"What about... Us?"

"As for the rest of the warriors in the camp... Wait for my signal. After defeating him head-on, I will tell this... Lord Byrne, what despair his friends have experienced!"

"What should the emissary of his highness rodria do?"

"It's up to you. Pay attention. Don't let her die - the second seat of the four courts. Only dying on the battlefield can deserve this honor."

"Yes."

The voice fell, accompanied by the figure of Prince sikotus leaving, cheering the elf warrior who followed the prince leaving and the closed door with a loud bang, and the burning Hall of the fireplace returned to darkness.

In the middle of the hall, only the elf girl curled up on the ground and trembled.

"Hoo - Hey yo!"

A deep breath, the elf girl kneeling on the ground a second ago stretched her arms, suddenly got up in place like a rabbit taking off, jumped up, and her face was full of luck.

"Hoo - I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death. I almost thought I was really dead. I'm really a little, a little!"

The elf girl who talked to herself tried her best to gesture, as if she was describing how small "a little" it was like a nonexistent guy.

One jump, two jump, three jump

When the girl landed again, the surrounding Elven warriors had knelt in a circle around her. The leader was the Elven warrior who had just talked with sikotus, with a gray blue light in her pupils.

"According to your order, we have controlled all the troops except the close guard warriors of his highness sikotus, with a total of 60000 elite, all assembled and waiting according to your will; please order, Lord Shira!"

"Lord Shira, please give orders!"

Excited voice, completely no longer just calm.

"Oh, don't say anything about Lord Shira. She's still a lovely girl. She's petite, lovely, naive and childlike. She's not threatening at all."

The smiling and embarrassed elf girl scratched her head and played the "puppet show" with a short knife in her hand: "but 60000 elite... Well, this figure should be enough to hand over to his highness rodriya; for the sake of people's hard work, should Lori Zade's chief position of the imperial court be given to the lovely Shira?"

The cheerful fairy girl jumped and inadvertently noticed the fairy warrior who had just taken the lead in dragging herself on the floor.

"Lord Shira?"

The warrior raised his head slowly, with a little fanaticism in his eyes.

"You... Well, come here and get closer."

"Yes." the warrior knelt and moved forward a few steps.

"It's not enough. Get closer, get closer, just a little... Well, that's it. Keep your head down, completely down, lie down... Well, then open your eyes and count down, three, two, one..."

Bang -!

Without warning, the fairy girl fiercely stepped on his head, and the wide eyed face door hit the cold floor.

But the fairy girl didn't stop, but still smiled and stepped on the back of his head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Ten minutes later, the panting Shira finally turned around, carrying her hands like a favorite toy, and looked happily at the remaining Elven Warriors:

"Well, the rest is over. Let's take action!"

"Yes --!"