Scene 71: Year 0 Coincidence I
The vast starry sky hangs obliquely above the highlands, the starlight shines on the gray-brown rocks, the sparse withered grass on the plateau, and the bare tree branches, this picture scroll seems to have never changed since the era of chaos—Thousands of years Over the past hundred years, although the old constellations have continued to dim in the ancient starry sky, bright new stars will be ignited again, and the old and the new will alternate until the gods leave the world, but the stars and fields are as bright as before.
The cold wind was blowing and howling from the plateau, the vegetation was drooping, and a sound of horseshoes came from far to near. It was soon clear that the knight on the highland horse was wearing a gray battle robe, and there was a magic ball of light floating not far from his shoulder. These frontier fortress cavalry are not uncommon in this area. Since the Torque Nine Lions invaded, routine patrols have become more frequent, but in the Rokozi Heights-the Empire side of the Broken Sword Mountain Fortress, this kind of patrol More or less with a kind of superfluous meaning.
The knights let the magic light ball fly around the avenue for a week, and then returned to their side. There was nothing unusual about the grass swept by the swiftly passing light, and it was unlikely to be unusual, because this was the territory of the empire, and the lions were still far away. What about the other side of the Broken Sword Mountain Range?
"Nothing unusual."
"I don't have any here either."
"Well, to be honest, I still don't understand what's the point of our kind of work. Those stinking lions are far away from here. We need to brave the cold weather to come out and look at these stones, what the hell Where there are only stones, there are only stones left, and sometimes I even wonder if there is even a lizard willing to stay under these damned stones?"
"The rock lizards nest under these rocks, brother."
"So the enemies of the empire are the rock lizards?"
The knights laughed lightly.
"That's enough, you idiot," the knight captain also scolded with a smile: "Don't ask what you know, our main task is to guard against bandits and cultists in the territory, don't be dissatisfied - those Rozerians heard that even the Eruin I can't even beat it, and I was kicked out by a hillbilly from the south."
The knights let out a burst of laughter, and the laughter gradually faded away, and gradually disappeared.
After the magic light gradually faded away, a pair of shining eyes appeared under the shadow of the rock. They were a pair of prismatic pupils, like cat's eyes decorated with scorched amber. Its owner stood motionless on the weathered ground. Beside the rock, staring at the direction where the imperial knights disappeared, the scaly skin almost merged with the gray-brown bad soil. It didn't move slightly until the imperial knights walked away, revealing a triangular head.
This strange creature is wearing simple leather armor with some metal pieces on it,
But the surface has been specially treated, as if it can become the same color as its skin. It was carrying a longbow, which was obviously its main weapon, and it made a hissing sound, turned around, and walked back behind the rocks. After crossing a large grassy area, there appeared a cliff, and it stood on the edge of the cliff. , looked down to the cliff, under the cliff, on a steep narrow path, there was a creature almost the same as it was watching this direction vigilantly.
It immediately raised its hand to the opponent, hissed and said something strange.
The latter immediately turned his head and passed the same voice down the cliff, and then three or four of the same passwords responded from the canyon.
A moment later, one, two, three, and four identical creatures parted from the fog in the canyon, and appeared one after another from under the cliff, and behind them, dragging a long tail, it was obviously a large army, this The army is almost entirely composed of this lizard-like creature. They are well-trained and tacitly silent. After receiving the password, they immediately climbed up the cliff. It was only sparse at first, but soon, dense black spots appeared. Covered the entire cliff.
A few black dots rose rapidly from the bottom of the canyon. They were monsters with human faces and bird bodies. They pierced through the mist with vibrating wings and flew out of the mist. These harpies whizzed past the lizardman's head, and the lizardman standing by the cliff turned around accordingly, and at the moment it turned back, countless harpies were emitting mist, one after another facing the south sky Flying away, as if it was just an instant, these monsters covered the entire night sky darkly.
The Lizardmen were beginning to ascend the cliff, and soon behind them more strange creatures appeared.
Troglodytes, minotaurs with the head of a bull, lair lords, manticores, cave trolls and finally a Medusa with a white linen robe and a snake-haired face.
Medusa came to the lizard man and said something with a strange accent.
The lizard man looked back at her, nodded, and replied something in the same language.
Only then did Medusa smile slightly, and when she spoke again, it was in the ancient Torquinian language with perfect pronunciation: "Praise the earth for the holiness, praise Martha!"
And at this moment, beside these two people, an army hidden in the darkness, hidden in all history and legends, hidden in everyone's expectations, is stepping onto the stage of this era.
They have a common name - called Qiao Gendigang.
...
The night among the hills was quiet and long, and in the valley surrounded by mountains, the camp of the envoys was divided into two. There were more tents and carriages. The captive camps of the nobles of the empire. Brando didn’t have to worry about tents and carriages. , because they were all prepared by the nobles of the empire. These noble gentlemen who were once arrogant but are now hostages have not received any abuse. Except that they cannot freely enter and leave the camp, Brando allows them to buy all luxuries —Of course, except for women.
On the other hand, the envoy’s own camp is much smaller compared to it. There are only a few tents surrounded by the carriage, the largest and most luxurious of which is the tent of the nun Princess Magdal, followed by Delfery’s tent. The tent was specially prepared by Brando for the Earl of Yanbao in order to take care of her body. As for the tent of the little prince Haruze, it was not very conspicuous, even slightly smaller than Ephraim's. This is also in line with his sister's consistent teaching to him.
But at this moment, the little prince's tent was brightly lit with candles, and there were even disputes coming from it from time to time.
"Your Highness the Little Prince," Baron Lutney said in a low voice, but very forcefully. He is an envoy from the kingdom—an envoy sent to the envoys. This sounds very strange and unreasonable, but from a certain One aspect also shows the helplessness of Wang Dang. What Brando did was really shocking. Of course, Marcarro and Overwell couldn't guess what His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz Empire would think of this matter, but everything starts from the worst angle Looking at it, the only way they can think of is to send an envoy to find a way to make the Earl restrain his behavior a little.
And right now, the Lord Baron actually represented what Makaro meant, but he was not a close confidant of Makaro, but a more fanatical member of the royal party. Before he came, he made up his mind that he would definitely not be able to convince that rebellious Earl, but he still hadn't forgotten that there was a crown prince in the envoy. If the little prince supported him, other noble descendants would stand by him. Brando can't just go his own way?
He made a good plan, so as soon as he arrived at the mission, he found the little prince overnight, and picked a time when most of the others were there, and Brando and Nimesis left to scout the battlefield. He looked at Haruze, and continued to speak: "Did you just watch the development of the situation these days?"
Haruze looked at her puzzled: "Mr. Envoy, I don't understand what you are talking about?"
"I mean, since the Black Sword Barrier, you never seem to express any opinion. What is going on with the current situation, don't you think you can see it at all, Your Highness?"
Haruze lowered his long eyelashes and thought for a moment. "I think I understand," he said, "but I don't think the teacher has done anything wrong."
Baron Lutney looked at the future crown prince in astonishment, as if he suspected that he had heard something wrong. For a moment, he almost wanted to go up and pull the other's face to see if the little prince was being taught by his madman. It was secretly replaced, or was it given some [***] soup by that guy. "Your Highness, the little prince..." He couldn't help but say dryly: "Do you know how dangerous what he wants to do? He is gambling, taking the fate of the kingdom and the fate of thousands of people as a risk." gamble!"
"Lord Lutney," Delferry on the side finally couldn't help but speak at this moment. Although she still looked a little sick at the moment, and her complexion didn't look too good under the candlelight, she still frowned. He nodded weakly and replied: "When you said this, did you really consider what the fate of thousands of people has to you?"
Baron Lutney didn't blush, and replied without a heartbeat: "Well, I admit that it's just a rhetoric, but everyone can't let his surname mess around."
"I think the Earl has his own measure, he is not such a selfish person." Delphiri replied after thinking for a while.
"you……"
Looking at these people, the Lord Baron from Ampersel couldn't help but feel a little unreasonable for a moment. Are these people considered nobles? What is their position? In desperation, he had no choice but to turn to the outsiders present: "Princess Magdal, what do you think?"
"I'm not from Eruin, so I don't want to meddle in the affairs between you, but at the Black Sword Barrier, it was indeed a disrespect of the empire. When this matter reaches the temple, I will stand on the side of justice," the nun princess said gently. He smiled softly, "Besides, I still owe the Earl a favor. I will help him if it is reasonable."
Baron Lutney was speechless for a moment, so the only one standing by his side was the fat man Evram. At first he thought there was the Duke's daughter who looked more sensible, but Miss O'Neill bit her lip, With a bitter and bitter look on his face, he just didn't open his mouth. He couldn't help looking at Enid, who lowered her head and just looked at her toes, and said nothing on this occasion.
As for the guy from Lantonilan, needless to say, he is firmly on Brando's side. Since that guy rescued those refugees at the Black Sword Barrier, he has set foot on the same boat with the Earl. As for the non-commissioned officer from Yanilasu, Baron Lutney felt that a small non-commissioned officer might not be qualified to participate in this meeting, so he didn't bother to talk to him.
But in this way, he suddenly found that he seemed unable to convince anyone, which was quite different from his original idea. He stood there for a long time, and finally Haruze said to him considerately: "Mr. Envoy, I think I I understand what you mean, I will persuade the teacher a little bit, it's getting late, you go to rest first."
Baron Lutney looked at the little prince in disbelief. What he wanted was not a little persuasion. Here comes the pointy thing. When he walked out of the tent in a daze, he hadn't figured out what the problem was for a while, but he thought strangely that the little prince seemed a little different than when he saw it before. His Royal Highness didn't dare to be so 'tactful' before. asked him to leave.
After everyone left one by one, a graceful figure sneaked into the tent of the little prince without a sound. The visitor was wearing a white robe and sat down beside Haruze with a smile, looking at the little prince with his prismatic pupils. The prince said: "They support your teacher verbally, but they may not think so in their hearts."
Haruze replied with some embarrassment: "Because everyone doesn't know what the teacher thinks. After all, Eruin can't bear the thunder and anger of the empire. Sister Lesmeka, what do you think?"
"Let's be realistic," Medusa smiled mysteriously: "The reason he chose is naive. Empires can have dignity, but small countries don't. In the eyes of nobles, the reason for war should be something more real. Land, population, power and money."
"But from an ideal point of view, for your kingdom, you really need a banner that can gather people's hearts and beliefs."
"but--"
Lysmeka looked at the little prince playfully, as if she felt very interesting: "Legal surname and orthodox surname, these sacred words, what do these sacred words mean to an earl, why do those who support you and your sister So frightened and outraged? You and your sister are such a cute and childish pair, and the Earl is also ridiculously childish. I am really curious that the fate of a kingdom will be entrusted to your hands."
"Yes, this may be the arrangement of fate, it is always so wonderful."
Haruze stared blankly at the Ms. Medusa: "Sister Lesmeka, but you know, I have never been interested in this. The teacher treats me very well. He is an upright person. I like him very much." .”
"This is where you are naive, cutie." Medusa approached the little prince, held his face in her hands, and sprayed his face like blue: "What belongs to you will always be yours. It is the meaning of orthodoxy. If you are still in this world for a day, he will never be His Majesty the King of Eruin. People gather around him because of justice, and they will leave him because of injustice. One day, I I really want to see how he chooses in the end."
"But," the little prince shook his head seriously, "I don't think Teacher is that kind of person."
She giggled. "Maybe, maybe he'll surprise us all."
Lesmeka let go of Haruze, smiled and said to him: "You just asked me what I thought, what about you, the future King, what do you think?"
Haruze frowned slightly.
"I think," he said, "I think the teacher is right. Ideals are valuable to people, but my sister, Mr. Macaro, Lord Overwell, they all taught me ideals and beliefs. important, but when it comes to discussing facts, why do people always prefer practical interests?"
"Ideals can't be eaten, Your Highness the Little Prince." After saying this, Lesmeka suddenly thought of something, her eyes flickered slightly, and she patted Haruze's shoulder lightly: "But maybe this It’s just a weak person’s way of comforting themselves, little prince, if you really want to know what your teacher thinks, you might as well ask me to meet him.”
"Sister Lesmeka, you can see the teacher anytime, no one in the camp will stop you?" Haruze asked puzzled.
Lysmeka smiled mysteriously, and looked at the little prince with a silent smile, as if the latter had said something stupid.
Haruze was slightly taken aback, as if he understood something, and then replied: "I understand, then please go to see the teacher, Sister Lesmeka."
"Little cutie," Lysmeka gently kissed the little prince's forehead, "Let me tell you a secret."
"What?"
"The magic your teacher taught you is ancient magic that has been lost for a long time. Even I have only seen a few records on some surviving stone slabs. I haven't figured out the meaning of what he did so far—"
"I know," Haruze replied: "The teacher told me that my talent is more suitable for learning this kind of magic."
Medusa looked at him teasingly with her prismatic pupils: "Then he must not have told you another thing."
Haruze looked at her puzzled.
"The ancient magic was taught to only four people through the hands of Tumen. Their names are the sage of earth and tolerance, Erlanta. The sage of light and justice, Faenzan. The sage of fire and bravery, Yan King Gilt. Sages of Wind and Wisdom, St. Osor Queen of Winds. They are Kings of Kings, Wise Kings of Old, Heralds of Iron History. Since them, no one has systematically Mastered ancient magic."
The little prince opened his mouth slightly, and sat there in a daze.
...
Brando and Nimesis are riding side by side on the rolling hills. The starry night is gradually fading. The eastern sky is a pale blue. You can faintly see the flash on the horizon of Anlez. There is the evergreen aisle. The most prosperous area between Floating Cloud Hill and Huayeling.
"Earl Jean chose a good battlefield." Brando looked at the continuous forests on the rolling hills, and suddenly said.
Nemesis looked back at him.
"The players of the Empire once wrote the most evocative stories here, which changed a period of history. Today we are going to do the same thing here. The stories that happen in this land are always so similar," Brando suddenly saw in his vision. Reflected in a sea of spears, the army of the local nobles in Anzeruta was entering the battlefield they had already reserved. He took a breath, patted his mount, and said to Nimesis beside him: "Go back, it's time to see It’s pretty much the same.”
The female knight nodded silently.
... (To be continued.)
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