Chapter 1311, Your Majesty Wants to Take It, Why Do You Cherish It?
Above the Monteverl Pass at night, the evil moon Moslibu hangs high.
The lonely cold wind blows through the mountain pass, the meadows on the high mountain of Monteverl are swaying in the wind, and the gray mountain peaks in the distance are covered with snow all year round. The famous river Grace Murray flows from Monteverl It flows under the city and flows into the sea through Jisuo Leox and Mousilon.
The Principality of Montfort is located in the upper reaches of the Grace Murray River, which is no less majestic than at the Mousilon Estuary, but the water is fast and the raging waves rush against the shore, which also makes it feel a little more dangerous.
The whole Battalion of the Britannian Crusaders mourned the death of Marshal Bertrand of Brittany, Commander-in-Chief of the Old Guard.
Among them, no one is more sad than Raymond, the acting commander of the Old Guard.
Raymond, a fugitive slave from the Principality of Lyonnaise, the hungry fellow escaped from the village with his old mother and younger brother, and fled southward. He experienced unimaginable difficulties along the way, and finally escaped into Xia Long Forest.
There, he ushered in a new life, as did his old mother and younger brother Thomas.
His mother is over 60 this year, but she is in good health. His younger brother Thomas is now a major engineer of Musillon and is now in the army.
Raymond himself has already been ranked as the Holy Grail Guard. As the deputy commander and acting commander of the Old Guard, from a mud leg to the Holy Grail Guard, his story has inspired generations of Britannian serfs. Tell them that even if they are mud legs in the country, as long as they work hard, there will be a day when they will become the guards of the Holy Grail.
Is it chicken soup? Even if not, because there are too many serfs who escaped from their humble status through the war and changed their fate against the sky.
For Raymond, Bertrand is his mentor and friend. When he arrived in Jean City, it was Bertrand who brought him into the local area. The two sides have been fighting side by side. Bertrand Lang has been promoted from a sergeant to a ranger knight, a knight of the kingdom, a baron, a chosen Tal, an earl, and a marshal. Raymond followed him all the way from a fugitive slave and a carpenter to the current deputy commander of the old guard.
In Raymond's heart, Bertrand is like a mentor, a friend, a relative, a comrade-in-arms, and a father.
Raymond could hardly describe his sadness in words. He pushed the crowd away and sat alone in a patch of grass, crying. He couldn't cry anymore. He is also in his forties this year. What happened all these years I have experienced it all. The commander-in-chief of the old guard curled himself up in the grass. It was unspeakably cold in midsummer, but he felt very cold.
All that remains is the whir of the wind over the flock and the rustle of the alpine meadows.
Getting along with Bertrand one by one, the two of them talked and laughed together, fought together, had fun together, and the time of drinking together quickly passed through Raymond's mind.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from behind Raymond: "Raymond? They said you were missing, so you are here."
"Please, let me be alone for a while?" Raymond said subconsciously.
"Oh? You are allowed to miss Bertrand alone?" A person sat beside him and put down a glass bottle: "Raymond?"
Raymond raised his head from the crook of his arms, and through the blurred eyes of tears, he saw the familiar face of Knight King Ryan, Raymond was so frightened that he wanted to stand up quickly, but Ryan pressed his shoulder: "Shall we have a drink? "
"I..." Raymond wanted to refuse at first, but seeing Ryan's eyes, he knew that the great Sun King was not asking for his opinion, but an unquestionable decision made through a kind inquiry.
Many times when Wang talks with you kindly, he doesn't really intend to discuss with you, he just respects you and gives you a step down.
And this is the king, the king who created countless military and economic miracles!
Ryan sat next to Raymond. The King of Knights had no pretensions. He took out two mugs and poured himself a glass of Palaion Remy Martiny: "Come on, do it, a toast to our ultimate chivalrous war, a toast!" Our dead Marshal Bertrand."
"I..." Raymond watched the mug being poured, and couldn't help crying again: "I just..."
"Life and death have their destiny,
Don't be sad, Raymond, Bertrand just turned into a star in the sky, he will always guard us, come on, do it! Ryan raised his mug again.
"Do it." Raymond didn't say any more, he drank a glass of Remy Martin, the fiery liquid, sweet fragrance, and long aftertaste were intoxicating, and at the same time made the memory clearer.
"These days along the way, I now think of it as if it was yesterday." Ryan put down the mug, and the king smiled, with tears in his eyes: "I think of my adoptive father Norman, who took me and the hound into the forest of Nord I was hunting in middle school, I was wrapped like a ball, one foot was deep and the other was shallow.”
"I think about growing up and doing my first battle in Lapland."
"I remembered the battle between me and the Beastman Beastmaster Fang Gol. I fought with it for a long time with a warhammer, and finally smashed its head."
"I think of one after another, Marienburg, Courona, Jean, Musilon, Blackstone Fortress, La-Messenelle Monastery, Badland Eight Peaks Mountain, I think of Usuan, I think of Mott King's last cry reminded Obiion and Morgul, and Skaven and Sigvald."
Ryan also recalled the past, the King of Knights had red eyes, and he looked at the night sky: "Fifty years ago, I was like this too, looking at the night sky by myself... I just want to say that today's reporters are really inexperienced , hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Ryan laughed, tears streaming down his face: "Now Bertrand is gone too, youth is like a rushing river, and it's too late to say goodbye if you don't come back, who knows if the most beautiful flower back then is still the one it is now? ?”
"Your Majesty!" Lei Meng also wiped his tears, and he was silent for a long time: "Can you answer me a question?"
"explain?"
"How many victories do we need to win, how many enemies do we need to defeat before we can really usher in peace?"
"Nopeace." Ryan shook his head slightly: "Life is not a gift from God, and peace is not something we deserve. They are just spoils of war that we have taken from this dark, deep and distant icy universe."
"So cruel, is this the fate of mortals?" Raymond continued to ask.
"After learning that Bertrand died, I thought of many people." Ryan did not answer Raymond's words: "I thought of the hunter Denis who risked his life to tell me that there was a rainy season, and I thought of Luo who followed me the first time. Puth and Olivier thought of the proud half-elf Estelle, Hux who sacrificed himself for others and continued to ride on horseback, thought of Boderick, Davout, Rokossovsky, Lu They in Xi’an, and even that fellow Matthew Budd, Kemmler-Heinrich, Bafengshan warrior Skarsnik, headhunter Quick, oh yes, and Black Iron Motkin.”
"If everything can stay before the battle of Anmir, how great is the military parade before the decisive battle between us and Mogul. The ten marshals are all there, and the army is at its peak. That would be great." Ryan said with a smile.
If everything can stay in the Emperor's Great Crusade, if all twenty-one Primarchs are present, the Emperor himself commands the Custodian Army, and the bureaucratic group headed by Malcador fully supports it, then the Human Empire can reproduce the glory of the golden age in the Great Crusade. For a moment, how wonderful it would be! Ryan thought so.
Raymond didn't know what Ryan was thinking. He just nodded silently. The Battle of Anmir was the pinnacle of the Britannia army. At that time, all the ten marshals were there, and all the elite troops were full of veterans. Although the subsequent Skaven invasion and the Battle of the Seed of Destruction were won, outstanding generals died and a huge number of veterans were lost. The quality of Brittany's army has actually declined.
But in such an intense war, apart from chaos, who would dare to say that the quality of their army has not declined?
Ryan and Raymond stopped talking, and you drank the Remy Martin in one gulp.
"Everything still has to look forward." Ryan got up, and Raymond seemed to have an illusion. The sentimental Ryan just now disappeared, and the wise, decisive and omnipotent Sun King came back. Raymond only heard him say: "The highest The high command has decided that you will be the head of the Old Guard! Promoted to Marshal of Britannia! Rothschild will be the deputy."
Raymond only felt a thunder blast in his ears, and he stood up quickly, subconsciously wanting to kneel on one knee: "No, Your Majesty... the Supreme Command, you should hire someone else, I, Raymond Mountbatten How can the escaped slave of Lyonnaise?"
"How can Bertrand, a fugitive slave from Bastogne, be able to do it? I, Ryan, a Nord bumpkin, how can I do it?" Ryan turned around and said, "Everyone has already researched and decided."
"...Yes!" Lei Meng knelt down and took the marshal's scepter from Ryan, and he suddenly shouted: "I have a word, please listen to it before leaving, Your Majesty!"
"Say." Ryan stopped and nodded.
"This life and this body are all given by His Majesty. They were originally lent to His Majesty. Your Majesty wants to take it now, so why should you have it!" Raymond roared, and the new Marshal of Britannia took an oath of allegiance.
Hearing Raymond's words, Ryan stood there in a daze. The emperor's cold and cruel expression appeared in the Primarch's mind, and the sneering, loving and peaceful old face of the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador appeared in Ryan's mind.
Your Majesty wants to take it, why do you cherish it?
The appearance of Kaldor Diego appeared in the mind of the Primarch, and the figure of the Supreme Master of the Gray Knights appeared one after another. Some of them have passed away for thousands of years, but a little spirit across time, space and place still responded. The primarch's call.
Your Majesty wants to take it, why do you cherish it?
After a long time, Ryan just said softly: "That's right, His Majesty wants to take it, so why not have it."
That night, in the red, blue and gold-roofed tent belonging to Brittania.
A really intense battle has just ended.
On the soft big bed, Ryan hugged his wife Suria from behind, rubbing his hands on her beautiful black silk legs, enjoying the silkiness and sensuality of the ultra-thin stockings, Ryan lightly Panting lightly, he felt the aftertaste from behind his wife's long bright golden hair that was wet with sweat.
"Lian, what's the matter with you?" Su Liya enjoyed her husband's love and obsession with her, but at the same time she wanted to push this clingy spirit away with a little disgust. The Queen of Knights only felt a little funny, a little proud, and a little strange.
My husband went out and made Lei Meng a marshal and came back. I don't know what happened. I was in a hurry when I was still at work. He picked her up by the waist and walked directly to the inner tent, which made everyone a little embarrassed and quickly retreated. The head maid, Sylvia, stood guard outside the big tent, and the inner tent shook for two hours before stopping.
Suria doesn't mind much, she and Ryan are husband and wife, and she also likes that Ryan takes the initiative to love her, and prefers that Ryan's first reaction is to come to her if he is wronged or unhappy, but the question should be asked clearly, female The knight said lazily, "Have you encountered any trouble?"
"Marshal is really a high-risk profession. I don't know who will sacrifice in this ultimate chivalrous battle." Ryan said sadly: "I don't know about Bertrand. I thought he was just a minor illness. He is so strong. Man, why did he suddenly get sick, why did he die before we had time to see him?"
"Life is impermanent, my dear, don't blame yourself." Suria turned around and pressed Ryan's head on her plump roundness: "We are all very sad about Bertrand's death. We set it up to let the serfs see the banner and benchmark of hope for promotion, and let Raymond take over, what's wrong with you?"
"I know, but I still..." Ryan gritted his teeth, he still blamed himself, he is the Primarch of the Gray Knight, his spiritual power is second only to the Emperor and Malcador, he thought he could do anything However, six of the top ten marshals have left.
He now understands that Guilliman is such a perfect and outstanding person, and occasionally shuts himself in the depths of Macragge's Glory, looking at the things of his heirs and subordinates in the past, silently weeping.
"Bertrand must have never regretted following you, just as I have never regretted marrying you." Suria said softly: "Honey, it doesn't matter if we are like this in private, but we must never dare to do this outside. Dao Jihad Army, the core of the ultimate chivalrous battle is on you."
"I understand." Ryan hugged his wife in turn: "Again?"
"Hmm..." Suria nodded with a blushing face. Although the Queen of Knights didn't want to say it, she really enjoyed the private time with her husband: "Wait a minute, I'm going to take a bath and change my clothes and stockings. Also, we sweated a lot just now, and it was sticky and uncomfortable."
"Okay!" Ryan turned over, and the couple arranged for someone to prepare hot water to take a shower. Just as Ryan got out of the bath, someone came to disturb the couple's private space. The head maid Sylvia opened the tent door: "Your Majesty, lady."
"It's Ryan." Ryan glanced at Sylvia, his head maid: "Otherwise the 'stick' will serve you."
"Alaros, the lord of the wood elf woodland, is here." Sylvia ignored Ryan's warning and said quickly, "He arrived with five hundred horses, just outside the tent."
"What?" Ryan stood up: "Please!"
Alaros came in, he looked very depressed, the wood elf hero was ordered by Lilith to tell Ryan that Orion, the king of the forest, was dead, and all the wild cavalry under his command were wiped out. The eternal queen Alarielle decided to marry To Malekith, the two parties are about to hold a wedding. Lilith predicted that the final battle belonging to the elves is coming, and she asked Alaros to bring her own private part to follow Ryan in the ultimate chivalrous battle.
Orion, the king of the forest, is dead?
Killed by Tyrion who was incarnated by Kane and held the Excalibur of Kane?
The three essences are about to be unified? Malekith, the Dark Phoenix King, is going to marry the radiant Eternal Queen Alarielle?
Ryan was stunned by a series of news, and the Sun King was about to immerse his soul in the storm of the subspace, trying to contact Lilith.
It's a pity that it didn't work, he couldn't get in touch with Ultsuan, it was full of blood and the laughter of the four Chaos Gods.
Ryan has yet to explore, a sharp killing intent is coming from far and near, and the craziest roar is soaked with endless venom and torture. In the center of the storm, a twisted man with blood dripping from one hand Holding the Kane Excalibur burning with killing flames, the god roared continuously towards the whole subspace.
That was Tyrion's voice!
Alallos suddenly felt his eyes go black, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground, but Ryan could barely withstand it, and he recognized what Tyrion was saying.
The regent of Ulthuan declared war on everyone in the world with endless hatred:
"Everything is born to support man, and man has nothing to repay the sky!"
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"