Reckless Through The New World

The news that the Ailanz army was leaving the city could not be concealed from the Thracian noble coalition. Almost half a minute after the first cavalry went out, the first group of Ailanz's cavalry had not completely left the castle. Thrace had already received the report and called the great nobles to open a military council.

There was no delay this time, and after a few moments, the participants were all there.

"The Ellants house is out." Richard said, looking around the audience, "They must have recognized the magic circle we set up and are coming to destroy it."

"That's just death!" Duke Pieduc said with a smile. "The storm is good at attacking and the mountains are good at defending. I have long wanted to see what the result of the Storm Legion will be against the Mountain Legion?"

Marquis Drake smiled: "Are you still going to be one-on-one with Katerina Alanz? Then we won't agree! This time the counter-insurgency is likely to be this battle. You eat meat, anyway, let us Let’s drink some soup as well.”

When he said this, the great nobles laughed and agreed. One said, "I want to join the war," and the other said, "You can't leave us."

Of course Richard and Duke Pieduts understood what they meant - these guys just wanted to take the opportunity to get some credit, so they could share a little more when the spoils were divided after the war!

They did not refuse this kind of thing. After all, fighting is very dangerous. Even if the Mountain Legion is good at defending and has the elite assistance of the Thracian family, facing the Storm Legion of the Alanz family, it may not be guaranteed to win. But if these comrades are added, the troops of the Marquis, Earls and even the Viscount Barons are counted, then the advantage is huge.

If there is a transmigrator among them, at this time, I am afraid to say: "Sure! This wave is stable! Flying dragon riding on the face, 200 people beat 120 people, the scientific and technological forces are absolutely superior, and the F2A will be solved directly. Well! What? You mean poisoned milk? Impossible! What kind of poisoned milk can get five times the advantage of milk? Absolutely impossible..."

So everyone discussed it for a while, and after confirming the layout of the battlefield, they left the military tent confidently and prepared to go.

When the big nobles left, Richard said in a deep voice, "What do you think of this victory?"

"I don't see any possibility of losing." Frost Sword Saint replied.

In the shadows, the king of shadows, Alan Weina, also replied: "Our army is more than five times stronger than the rebels. Not only can we win this battle, but we can do our best in one battle. At most, the Alanz family will escape some fragmentary After the defeat, the name of 'Storm' will end after this battle, and it can be regarded as an end to the grudges after the founding of the country."

Richard was silent for a while, but he was not as confident as they were, but said with a little worry: "But I think... the odds of winning are not so sure."

"Why?" Frost Sword Saint asked.

"I can't tell, I'm just worried."

The Frost Sword Saint frowned and looked into the shadows.

"I don't feel that way," said the Shadow King.

The Frost Sword Saint did not answer immediately, but pondered.

He himself has some bad hunch, but if it is serious enough to lose this battle—not to that extent, it is nothing more than a feeling that there may be a hard fight.

After all, Ailanz was the most powerful army in Thrace, and he had benefited enormously from the previous Molai aggression battle. This battle is harder to fight, as it should be.

So, why does His Majesty feel such a strong sense of unease?

He is the person who knows Richard the best in the world, and he knows that the "Lion King" is a very courageous person, and he is usually dangerous, and it will never make Richard frown and worry.

In other words, the so-called "probability of winning is not so stable", I'm afraid it's not as easy and simple as it sounds, maybe it should be understood as "can't win".

……wrong! The Frost Sword Saint was suddenly startled and thought of another possibility.

The battle was won, but His Majesty the King was beaten to the death by the enemy and died on the battlefield!

If this is the case, then everything makes sense.

Thinking of this, he persuaded: "Since Your Majesty has a sense of crisis, why don't you go back to the royal city first. Anyway, the strategy for this war has been finalized, it's nothing more than everyone acting according to the plan."

Richard frowned: "If I'm not here, in case of an accident, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back everyone."

"If there is an advantage of five times the strength of the army, but it still can't suppress the Ailanz army, then it is probably the worst situation." The Frost Sword Saint said, "In that case, who cares about the battle situation! Of course, the priority is to protect you, Your Majesty."

Richard froze for a moment, then understood what he meant.

The only possibility for the Alanz army to win is to take the central army directly, break the formation of the Thracian noble coalition, and start a beheading operation. In that case, staying in the army by yourself would be a burden.

Just imagine, what would happen to the enemy if the Ailanz army recklessly attacked the central army and shouted, "His Majesty the King has already returned to the royal city, you are all wasting your efforts"?

It will probably spit out a mouthful of blood, and you will die of anger.

Thinking of this, Richard couldn't help but laugh.

"Good idea! I'll go back to the royal city right now!"

As he said that, he took out a magic scroll and unfolded it, his fingers stroked the key words on the scroll, the magic power contained in it was stimulated, turned into a ray of light, wrapped him in it, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Because of the existence of the Thracian army's magical barrier, no one except the people in the tent knew that the head coach of the Thracian noble coalition had left and returned to the safest place.

Seeing that King Richard left smoothly, the Frost Sword Saint smiled slightly, and finally felt relieved.

Although the hunch in his heart is still not very stable, he understands that it is only his own problem - there are probably those strange "others" who are immortal among the enemies. If you want to deal with them, even if you are known as "the number one master in the world" It also requires a lot of effort, and there may be some dangers.

But he is not afraid of danger, on the contrary, he is looking forward to the next battle.

"Alan Weiner, are you looking forward to the next battle?" he asked suddenly.

"I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm not disgusted," Alan Weiner replied. "Killing is as normal to me as breathing, and there are no special thoughts."

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Since defeating various legendary powerhouses, he has been without enemies for more than a hundred years, and it is really lonely. Even if those aliens are not strong enough, as long as they can bring him some trouble and challenges, it is worth looking forward to.

If there is a song to describe his mood at the moment, it is probably "how, how lonely is invincibility"...

The Frost Sword Saint walked to the gate of the tent, looked at the murderous aura in the direction of the Elanz Castle, and couldn't help laughing happily.