Duke of Grief

"Your Majesty, we are here."

Caesar XIII sitting in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes, Huo Ran stood up from the cushion.

More than two months of waiting and travel finally came to an end. It was early summer when we set off, but now it is near autumn and the harvest season.

After all, the noble ghost tricks failed to stop them, but they sacrificed dozens of elite soldiers and a knight.

This hatred, Caesar XIII has already written down, and then count the things that group of guys did in the imperial capital, one day, he will calculate the account with them, and then send them all to the guillotine-- But not today!

The large carriage is like a movable house, providing Caesar XIII with sufficient rest, unlike the rest of the people like other people, he can even go directly to the orc god.

But he wouldn't do this, his soldiers needed to rest, and he also needed better manners to face the legendary orc god.

He had never met the deity, but had heard the story of the deity from legends.

Legend has it that the deity and the **** of brilliance fought each other for thousands of years. During this long period of time, both sides had many opportunities to kill each other, but they missed the opportunity because of some mistakes.

The **** of brilliance is the ‘oldest man’, and now that human power is so powerful, he has not been able to kill the orc god, so it can be seen that the **** is also more powerful than ordinary people imagine.

The next thing he was going to meet was a powerful presence of'the second in the world'. At this time, he could not lose the face of the empire, let alone the emperor's dignity.

So he chose to stay in this border fortress for three days. After the soldiers and himself were ready, they set off for the border between the prairie and the empire.

‘Orosa’, this is the name of the stronghold before Caesar XIII, it is like a lion crawling on the ground, exuding endless majesty.

The old city wall is mottled with traces of years, even the south-facing city wall was once covered with blood. Countless soldiers and knights rammed their heads and bodies against the wall just to recapture the lost fortress.

Every time it is lost, it can be recaptured, and this is one of the birthplaces of the spirit of martial arts of the Ogden Empire.

Orcs and humans share the same understanding in this matter. When defeated and evacuated by both sides, they rarely destroy this fortress that occupies a dangerous place, and they will only spare no effort in the process of seizing and attacking. cost.

Even though it was far away from a fortress, Caesar XIII, who came out of the carriage, could smell a **** smell that could not be dispersed and was difficult to dispel from the breeze.

The soldier's heroic and resentful souls lingered on the land not far in front. When the war was fierce, neither side even had the means to collect the corpses and had to fight on the corpses of the comrades and enemies.

Over time, the war zone has become a ‘dead place’ where there is always a resurrection of the dead.

There, even if the plant is still alive, it will be changed by the negative energy, even people can not tell what kind of plant it is.

The southern gate of the fortress has been opened, and the soldiers who lined up to greet have already stood in two rows.

Waving his hand and refusing the persuasion of his men, the emperor strode forward without returning to the carriage or avoiding the sight of the soldiers.

"Have seen your majesty!"

The officer in charge of leading the team out of the city to greet Caesar XIII threw his chest armor hard, gave a roar, and knelt on one knee.

Before he lowered his head, Caesar XIII could see his eyes, which were a pair of eyes full of resentment. Even the actual control of his empire was not willing to give up those precious emotions. Resentment and anger overflowed from my eyes.

Not just him, but the other soldiers too.

"Have seen your majesty!!!"

A uniform roar rang from both sides of the road, and the soldiers thumped their chests at the same time, kneeling on one knee, expressing loyalty to the emperor of the empire they were in.

Although they did this, no one was convinced in his heart-Caesar XIII knew that a fire was burning in their hearts, but they had to hide the fire, so they all chose Lowered his head.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar XIII did not stop his footsteps and walked forward expressionlessly.

This situation did not frighten Caesar XIII, but rather frightened the soldiers who escorted him all the way. They also saw that the knights had distanced from them before they hurried out of shock. The reaction came and drove the carriage forward.

The iron horseshoe stepped on the ground, the joints creaked repeatedly, and when the officer raised his head, he saw the blue light floating in the eyes of the horses pulling the carriage in front of the carriage passing by him .

The layers of armor on them are like breathing, and they are together, and they can vaguely see the blue arc from the gap.

The officer who discovered this could not help but widen his eyes, which reminded him of the [Fearless Warrior] who appeared on the southern front some time ago. It is said that those'mechanical creations' as tall as giants are also the same.

It's just that the few'mechanical horses' are much smaller, but judging from the smoothness of their physical activities, they are not inferior to ordinary horses.

Does the emperor need to be equipped with such a team?

Caesar XIII stepped into ‘Orosa’. When he walked out of the doorway, he stared at him, but found that there was no one on the street except the soldiers patrolling.

Unlike a general stronghold, this stronghold has no breath of life, just like a giant barracks, except for soldiers, there are only officers.

Here, even officers are prohibited from drinking alcohol. Only when the holidays come and leave the fortress to enjoy, the soldiers are allowed to drink and play.

Everything here is dull and boring, but it is this strict military discipline that has kept this fortress in the hands of the empire for thousands of years~www.NovelMTL.com~ Many cases have shown that as long as you have a drink No matter how good the performance is, the soldiers are likely to cause a destructive blow to the military discipline, and such a blow is likely to lead to the failure of battles and wars.

Everything here is quota, even for officers’ daily necessities, even food needs to be carefully calculated, and no leftovers are allowed-even the most senior officers must put all the food After eating, otherwise the quota will be reduced next time.

This is the forefront of the northern front. Many wars will break out here, and many battles will start here, so the soldiers here have the strongest hatred of the orcs.

The soldiers and officers here can almost be said to have a'world hatred' with the race of orcs. This kind of deep hatred like the abyss can not be resolved between the three words of Caesar XIII. The people here may not be able to live forever. Shake hands with the orc.

However, he has already made plans. After the peace talks are over, he will use the power of the country to relocate the soldiers and their families. Whether it is around the emperor, or in the southern region, it is impossible to Let them stay in the north.

Only distance and time can resolve this hatred, as long as they can't see the orcs, then the problem can be solved.

Caesar XIII believed in the orc master, he believed in the promise of the deity, as long as the agreement was reached, then the orcs would not invade the north of the empire!

This time the peace talks must go on, and the senseless war is the time to end—from his beginning, he will work with his children to resolve the hatred between humans and orcs, and try not to let the war start again.

The war should have ended!

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