I Will Be The Crowned King

On a remote hill outside the White Tower City, Earl Brand and Master Mathias, who were protected by a small group of elf infantry, turned and dismounted before the appointed place, and had been waiting here with Grand Duke Thun and Anson Bach who had been waiting here. Two by two confrontation.

The reason why Archduke Thun chose this place to meet is not only because it is some distance from the battlefield, but also because from this small hill, the fortress of Baita City, which is surrounded by the army in the distance, can be seen.

Standing on the raised hillside, the four of them could clearly see that an army of more than 10,000 people had surrounded Baita City on three sides. The surrounding villages, mills, towers, fields... have all been planted with the banners of Francois and Clovis.

The once lively country fairs, farmhouse taverns, barns... are being burned into ruins; the prosperous and prosperous Earl of White Tower City, the home of Iser elf south of the Dawn Mountains, is turning into a scorched earth.

Looking at the terrifying sight, the dull Earl Brand remained silent; when he decided to rebel, he was already mentally prepared for all this.

On the contrary, Ambassador Matthias looked terrified. Although he could see the siege positions outside from the wall of the White Tower City, only from here could he understand the disparity in the strengths of the two sides.

"Have you seen enough?"

The indifferent Grand Duke Thun was the first to break the silence, staring at the two of them opposite: "If you've seen enough, let's start, I don't have the time you have!"

Earl Brand, who was slowly looking back, said nothing, but Mattias, who was pale, snorted coldly, forcing his disdain.

"Since you are willing to come, it proves that there is still something to talk about." Claude Francois said coldly:

"Then Brand, I can forgive your betrayal, and I can forgive Ambassador Matthias for your fault in interfering in Thun's internal affairs; as long as you are willing to open the city and surrender, everything will be..."

"forgive?"

The unsmiling Count of Brand suddenly interrupted and looked at his master with a serious expression: "In any case, the word forgiveness should not come out of your mouth... Grand Duke Francois."

"As one of your direct vassals and an Iser elf, I actually learned about such a major decision to break the alliance with the Iser elf kingdom from a fleeing Iser ambassador."

"You have not only betrayed the covenant between Thun and the Iser elves, but also betrayed the trust between the lord and the vassals; please forgive me, your responsibility now is not to forgive, but to tell you the people of White Tower City. The subjects explain why all this is!"

"Are you teaching me?" Archduke Thun's eyes flashed fiercely:

"You are a mere vassal, teaching me to do things?!"

"Don't dare!"

Earl Brand took a step forward, his pupils burning with raging fire:

"But we are living, proud Iser elves; not abandoned sons who can be thrown away when they are used up, don't even ask!"

"What do you want?!" Claude Francois glared.

"Just one." Earl Brand said solemnly:

"The Iser elf of White Tower City is unwilling to fight side by side with the Clovis people, let alone be the enemy of the mother country!"

"It's not your turn to decide!" Claude Francois also stepped forward.

Earl Brand did not show weakness: "Then we will use our actions to seek justice!"

The eyes of the two facing each other were fierce, and the atmosphere was instantly tense.

"Let's end the noise here."

The calm ambassador Matthias had to speak, but his expression was a little flustered:

"Lord Claude Francois, we are not here to quarrel with you, nor do we want to listen to your insincere promises."

The elf ambassador's gaze swept to Anson Bach, who had always remained silent: "This... must be the deputy commander of the Southern Legion?"

"And my nephew!"

Grand Duke Thun, who snorted coldly, held the hilt at his waist and took the initiative to take a half step back: "He has brought you some news and a very favorable condition."

Looking at the three pairs of eyes that instantly gathered on his body, An Sen, who was expressionless, took out a dirty red cloth from his waist and announced in a very plain tone:

"Eagle Horn City has fallen."

"what?!"

Earl Brand and Ambassador Matthias were shocked at the same time.

"What nonsense!" The stunned elf ambassador reacted instantly, his pupils shrunk suddenly, he pointed at Ansen and shouted angrily:

"Eagle Horn City is one of the strongest fortresses in Iser, second only to Iser's Royal Court! Not only is it indestructible, but there is also a fortress defense line built on the surrounding mountains and terrain; even if it is twenty times the strength, It's impossible to do it in just ten days..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

An Sen, who was silent, opened the "red cloth" in his hand.

It was a blood-colored swallowtail flag covered with dust and scorch marks.

The wide-eyed Ambassador Matthias suddenly breathed rapidly, and his trembling fingers pointed at the swallowtail flag to refute, but all his voice was blocked in his throat.

Claude Francois smiled dismissively.

On the contrary, Earl Brand was very calm, staring at the swallowtail flag thoughtfully.

"In addition, our army also defeated the guards who were trying to seize the city under Eagle Horn City." Anson continued, making the elf ambassador's face paler:

"The commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guards, Louis Bernard, hastily launched a general offensive. The 40,000 Isir soldiers in red and gold uniforms were defeated, and at least 8,000 were killed; Searle's way."

"Two-thirds of the entire Eagle Point Pass has been controlled by Clovis; a steady stream of supplies and recruits are also coming from the rear."

Speaking of which, Anson deliberately paused, staring at the elf ambassador and Earl Brand with different expressions: "The reason why I want to tell the two of you this information is very simple-because the situation of this war has already been with it. It made a big difference in the beginning.”

"Soon! Clovis will launch a full-scale offensive, and let the Iser elves pay for their actions in the capital of Clovis; maybe Clovis's king flag will be in the near future, and the royal court of Iser will pay for their actions. The flag of Clovis will fly on the gates; perhaps this ancient elven kingdom can hold back Clovis' steel chariots and stop the lines around the frontier."

"But no matter which one, Eagle Horn City is already in Clovis's pocket; Iser, who loses this transportation hub, will have difficulty exerting influence on the Seven Cities Alliance, let alone supporting White Tower City. Dispatch the army over the Dawn Bingfeng!"

The bloodless elf ambassador stared at Anson. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything at all.

If you say that the other party is nonsense, what evidence do you have?

If Eagle Point City did not fall, how did the other party appear here?

If it wasn't for the fact that the Janissaries were defeated and Thun was completely exposed to the front of Clovis, how could a Grand Duke like Claude Francois rather abandon his long-time allies and blatantly join the Clovis Kingdom?

No matter how unwilling to believe that Eagle Horn City would fall so quickly, and that the Imperial Guard Corps was defeated so easily... How should the deputy commander of the dignified Southern Corps appear on the land of Thun with his army? !

With the **** reality in front of him, Ambassador Matthias tried to speak several times, but in the end he was hesitant to speak.

"So, on behalf of the 40,000 soldiers of the Southern Legion, I will give the two of you an offer that you cannot refuse." Anson's expression turned cold:

"Hand over weapons and castles, give up resistance, the elves of the White Tower City can choose to stay and become Thun's subjects or return to Iser; those who wish to return to their homeland can leave in batches under the supervision of Thun knights. ."

"Ambassador Mathias, we can also let you go, return to Issel to convey this matter, and see if the handover can be made at a border acceptable to both parties; Count Cerne Brand, you and your family He must be temporarily held in Jinshicheng as a hostage for both parties to keep their promises."

"This is the limit that Clovis and Thun can accept. If you agree, please surrender before the White Tower City is broken tomorrow; if you don't agree..."

"Then I will step on the White Pagoda City!"

The fierce-eyed Grand Duke Thun said decisively: "Don't leave a living!"

An Sen didn't say any more, and quietly looked at the other two.

Earl Brand and Ambassador Matthias, who had different expressions, looked at each other and seemed to want to say something, but they couldn't speak directly in front of the two of them.

The next second, when the elf ambassador finally couldn't hold back and wanted to speak, the corner of his eye accidentally swept the saber on An Sen's waist.

The bright silver handle looks quite gorgeous, the handguard is covered with Iser-style embossed patterns, the handle is in the shape of a horse that fits the palm of the hand, and a large ruby ​​is inlaid at the end of the handle. The smooth cut face is engraved with the Ring of Order pattern.

Ambassador Mathias's eyes changed.

In the tense atmosphere, the two were waiting for a reply, while the other two had their own thoughts.

No one spoke.

The silence lasted for a few minutes. Grand Duke Thun seemed to be a little impatient. He suddenly stepped forward and stared at Earl Brand, who was still hesitating, and said solemnly:

"Can we talk alone?"

With a startled expression, Count Brande looked at Claude Francois with a gloomy face in surprise, and did not seem to react immediately.

He looked back at the elf ambassador beside him, with a bit of questioning in his eyes; but ambassador Matthias had a dazed expression and just nodded in a panic.

So Earl Brand had to agree.

When Grand Duke Thun and Earl Brand were far away, the excited ambassador Matthias immediately stepped forward and stared at Anson eagerly:

"Where is he?!"

"Sorry." Anson looked innocent:

"Who is he?"

"Don't play stupid!"

The ugly-faced Ambassador Mattias gritted his teeth and pointed at the hilt of the knife on Ansen's waist: "Don't think I don't know what you and Duke Tuen are doing, I'm a noble pure-blood noble."

"Say, is Buller Mathias in your hands?!"

The corners of Anson's mouth rose slightly.

"Bulle Mathias, he's in the dungeon in Eaglehorn City right now." Anson, who was speaking slowly, suddenly "Puchi!" and couldn't help laughing:

"Speaking of which, we have to thank him for being able to capture Eagle Horn City so quickly."

"What?" Ambassador Matthias frowned.

"It's nothing." An Sen's eyes moved slightly. At this time, the less he said, the better:

"His Excellency Buller Mathias is my captive, so if I come forward, I can convince the commander of the Southern Legion to let him go, and even let him go with some of the captives of Eagle Point City, and I don't need Iser Or any ransom paid by the Matthias family; but..."

An Sen, who stopped talking abruptly, looked at him meaningfully.

Ambassador Mathias's expression was even more ugly.

"I-I can't betray Iser just for a family member." He hesitantly said with his eyes flickering:

"Not to mention what else can I do now? You Clovis people have even taken down Eagle Point City; even if Earl Brand refuses to surrender, at most a White Tower City will insist..."

"No no no... You misunderstood." Anson interrupted him with a smile:

"I'm not blackmailing you -- on the contrary, I'm taking this opportunity to work with you."

"cooperate?"

"That's right." An Sen, who restrained his smile, leaned forward and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"For our common goal, for the... big plan!"

Um? !

The elf ambassador, who could no longer restrain himself from being shocked, blurted out, "Could it be that you are..."

"if not?!"

Anson hurriedly interrupted him, his icy eyes looked at Ambassador Mathias:

"Who do you think persuaded Grand Duke Thun not to shake out what you did in Golden Stone City? Why do you think I rushed here in such a hurry, instead of staying in Eaglehorn City to prepare for the plan to invade Iser?! "

"Also believers of 'True God', what do you think happened in Iser... Really only the Iser elf knows?"

Anson turned the hilt around his waist, and the Ring of Order engraved on the ruby ​​on the hilt became the "Ring of Primordial".

"You...you mean..."

"This war between Clovis and Iser~www.readwn.com~ is not only about the fate of the two kingdoms... but also whether our 'big plan' can be successfully implemented."

"Lord Mathias, I guess your life and death is not only about yourself, but also the family behind you, and... whether those like-minded companions can complete the mission they have been waiting for for too long."

"As a Clovis person who shares your thoughts, I want to work with you."

The stunned Ambassador Matthias stared at Anson blankly, and the reversal of things happened so quickly that he couldn't think of it all at once.

"Then how can I trust you?" The elf ambassador finally came to his senses, lowered his voice as well, and said coldly to An Sen, who was staring at himself:

"How do I know this is not a trap? Commander of the Southern Legion, your immediate superior, Ludwig Franz, is the eldest son of Archbishop Clovis!"

Facing the question of Ambassador Matthias, Anson smiled lightly, took out a sapphire ring from his arms, and placed the Ring of Order engraved on the gem in front of him:

"The Rune family of Lund Manor, extend our sincerest greetings to the Thirteenth Council of Iser!"