Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 705 The Arriving Majesty

The immediate problems must be resolved.

From the moment Amasir made a strategic decision to stick to the Adler region and never retreat, the entire Adler region became a huge gambling table.

All the chips on both sides are placed on the table, first on a small scale and then interact with each point, you win some and I win some, each has its own outcome, until one side loses patience or is forced by the situation, and then chooses " Stud".

Regardless of whether it is a small-scale battlefield or a large-scale battle, this is not a defect that the makers of tactics can easily make up for. Ability.

Through this ability, they can reduce their disadvantages infinitely - not every Osan Emma on the battlefield will have their morale collapsed and completely collapsed due to long-term fatigue and sudden defeat, otherwise the Osan Emma would not be able To become the most powerful country on this continent, they might have become the masters of the continent long ago if there were not some terrain obstacles called "Gods and Wonders".

There was silence at the conference table, and no one could come up with an idea to deal with it.Cyril crossed his fingers in front of him, put his arms on the table, and glanced at the faces that had followed him since the beginning of Siliki.

Among those present here are the lost military expert Atsk Angers, outstanding professional-level fighters, noble knights who were born in nobles but devoted themselves to the Silver Blade Knights, elves from the forest, and rebellious runaways who finally broke through the professional level. The female swordsman—

The grassroots team of Silikie has grown up to this day with the help of such different forces.

It grew too fast, so fast that even if it tried its best to strengthen the foundation stone at the bottom, this suddenly huge force that dominated the east of La Rochelle still seemed light.

It is like a city above the clouds, rising lightly, but at this moment, it is facing a high mountain standing in front of it, which cannot be crossed or collided with.

Looking at the speechless crowd in the audience, the young Marquis understood that this is the time for him to take the lead—even though he himself is a bad gamer and has never been the president of a guild, it is difficult to become an outstanding leader. The current ruler, after he became the Earl of Siliki, basically left the grassroots team to Atsk Angers and Gene O'Connor to manage.

He coughed lightly, attracting the attention of everyone present, and then said: "Everyone, I think we are blinded by something?"

"My lord, you mean..."

"Where O'Santa Emma is better than us, it's really hard for us to catch up."

"But, don't we have our own advantages?"

"Multi-racial alliances, diverse arms, the support of the Lurea Research Institute, and the natural believers who are allied with us—"

His words made the eyes of these Siliki elders light up, and Azik had already picked up the pen again, and began to write and draw in his notebook.

"Use my strengths, attack its weaknesses, and avoid its edges—everyone, this is Amasir, this is La Rochelle, and this is not the territory of Saint Emma!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Roberto Firmino, the captain of the cavalry present at the meeting, stand up, raised his hand and said: "Master Marquis, in this battle to defend Hylia, I will lead the troop of petrified monitor lizards to attack Hailia. To the north of Yacheng, only [-] Ao San Emma soldiers escaped from the encirclement and suppression of our troops, and less than ten of our troops were slightly injured."

"Oh? What do you think is the key to victory?"

"It's the Petrified Monitor." Roberto said excitedly, "I think the role of the Petrified Monitor is equivalent to that of the Earth Dragon Legion of Ao San Emma, ​​without the limitation of larger cavalry or fierce long-range firepower The suppression of the infantry by the petrochemical monitor is absolute, and the spear formations and shield formations that are conventionally used to deal with heavy cavalry have no effect on the petrochemical monitor!"

"Atzke?" Cyril turned his head to look at Atsk. The latter just put down his pen, pinched his chin with one hand, and said very fast: "The effect of the petrified monitor is better than we imagined. In terms of mobility Of course, the flaws are also obvious... Let’s do this, Roberto, the troops you lead are temporarily separated from the cavalry organization, and are specially classified as 'heavy troops', and you will be given special tasks later."

"Understood, Lord Angers." Roberto sat down after saluting, and then Leonardo stood up—the wandering knight took off his helmet at this time, revealing that vicissitudes and handsome face, " Since I was in charge of the farthest east gate, all the troops I led were equipped with the Lurea bird assault device. According to my observation, it was difficult for the enemy to adapt to the speed of our army using the bird assault device. It can effectively disrupt the enemy's position. But once in a dogfight, the advantage will be quickly leveled..."

"Soldiers equipped with flying bird assault devices are often equipped with lighter equipment to improve the efficiency of marching." Atzke nodded, "There is no advantage in armor in melee combat, and there is no priest accompanying the army to bless... I understand, and the team composition will be adjusted in the future.”

"In addition, is there enough support from the Lurea Research Institute? I remember that their newly developed 'Element Catapult Chariot' is already in the trial period?"

"I will contact Dean Lydia."

The discussion atmosphere on the conference table gradually heated up. When they were no longer shackled by the advantages of the Austrian Saint Emma, ​​they began to think about how to expand their own advantages to overwhelm the strengths of the other party's coordination. The endless ideas were like spring. Like long grass, it broke through the ground densely.

The atmosphere was so warm that Cyril couldn't even get in his mouth. When he raised his eyes and landed on the door of the meeting room, he couldn't help being stunned——

A figure that should not have appeared here was standing at the door, watching everything in the meeting room with benevolent and gratified eyes, but no one present here noticed his existence.

Cyril backed away quietly, left the conference table, then walked from the edge of the conference room to the door, stood in front of the figure, bowed and saluted:

"Your Majesty, why are you in Hylia?"

The old man in a white and clean robe took off his hood, and his gentle eyes fell on the young man who was saluting to him.

"Ah, Marquis Adrian, I just stopped by to take a look - I heard that Hylia was in a state of anxiety before, but I didn't expect to witness the marquis' wonderful counterattack."

"I was negligent, I should have taken the initiative to meet Your Majesty." Cyril said shamelessly.

"Haha, I hid it on purpose, I didn't want you to find out." The old man laughed, "I haven't prepared a gift for you to be promoted to Marquis yet, so if you know I'm coming, can't you just let it go? "

"Where do you have the nerve to accept the gift from your majesty?" Cyril couldn't help laughing, the old man looked at the necklace hanging on his chest, and said jokingly: "The Marquis doesn't need to be polite, don't you really want to be able to give Yuanchu a gift?" Do you stuff all the treasures of the church into your arms?"

This old man is naturally the Bishop of the Primordial Church of La Rochelle.

Photios.

Starting from Solconan, he crossed half of La Rochelle in a carriage, and he made a short stop in Hylia, preparing to fly through the forest and mountains in one breath, and head to the distant capital of Saint Emma.

Cyril's eyes fell on the courtyard under the steps. The luxurious Pegasus carriage, which was exclusive to the bishop, was still parked in the courtyard, and the door had not been closed. Obviously, the bishop was just passing by, taking a look, and did not do much. Plan to say hello.

He trembled in his heart, since he was just passing by, it meant that Photios was going farther east, and Hylia was almost at the easternmost point of La Rochelle's territory, so his destination could only be between the mountains and Al St Emma, ​​east of the forest.

He didn't express his conjecture in a hurry, but walked down the steps, closed the door next to the carriage, and then turned his head to look at Photios who was still standing on the steps.

"Your Majesty, if you are not in a hurry... why don't you take a walk in Hylia with me?"

Photios looked at him, then walked down the steps, with a light wave of his hand, the carriage disappeared out of thin air.

"Since the Marquis of Adrian invited me, I have no reason to refuse."

The two left the courtyard, walked out of Hylia's meeting hall, and walked onto the streets of Hylia.

The streets were busy at this moment—"busy," not "prosperous."People in a hurry used carts to transport stones or food bags, and were busy preparing for the next battle that might break out at any time.

Repairing the city wall, filling the granary, repairing equipment, and treating the wounded. Hailia, who had been guarding the city for ten days, had no time to deal with these things before. Only now was she free to transport the bodies of the soldiers who died in battle from the city wall. One by one, they were pulled towards the place where the corpses were placed.

Photios walked one step away from the young Marquis, his eyes fell on those tired and dusty faces that couldn't see the smiling faces, and he couldn't help sighing softly.

"oops!"

His steps stopped.

A small body just bumped into his robe, leaving a long gray and black mark on the white robe: it was a little girl, who was sitting down on the ground, looking at Her old man, with his nose twitching again and again, suddenly opened his mouth and burst into tears:

"Dad, Dad is gone, Dad..."

Amidst the crying, a figure of a woman in a cloth shirt came out from the alley. She rushed to the little girl, hugged the little girl in her arms, and apologized repeatedly to Photius: "My lord , My daughter didn’t mean to offend, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

While she was speaking, she kept looking down at the girl in her arms, her voice choked with sobs, she buried her head low, and pressed it against the girl's forehead.

Photios shook his head slightly, and he turned his eyes slightly to the rear, where a cart carrying the dead soldiers had just passed by.

Then he squatted down, putting himself at the same height as the half-kneeling woman on the ground, and slowly said:

"Ma'am, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry for what's happened to this city, this land. I should say sorry."

The woman was stunned, she couldn't believe that such words were said by the very honorable old man in front of her.But Photios eyes had already landed on her daughter, and he said softly:

"Your daughter, what's her name?"

"Jasmine, her name is Jasmine." The woman replied with some vigilance.

"Then... Jasmine." Photios raised a hand, holding a drop-shaped pendant in his hand, "When you grow up, you can take this pendant to the Primordial Church, and you will get a Decent job, be Danya's patron—if you will."

The little girl looked at the old man in front of her, still a little puzzled, but the voice of the other party was magical, and she stretched out her hand unconsciously, and caught the pendant.

And Photios immediately reached out to help the woman up, and after slightly bowing, he walked towards Cyril who was waiting in place.

"Your Majesty." Cyril took a deep breath, not knowing what to say about Photios' behavior, but Photios had already interrupted him, and said directly:
"Marquis Adrian, every word I say is sincere, and I can swear on my faith in Danya."

"No, Your Majesty, I didn't question your meaning, I just... don't quite understand."

Cyril looked at Photios, but found that the old man's face was in real pain at the moment, and his eyelids were drooping, as if he couldn't bear to look at the miserable scenes that might appear in front of his eyes again in this city.

The two walked slowly towards the city wall. The city wall of the west city had been cleaned up, but the gap in the city wall in front of them had not been repaired, and the blood stains on the city bricks could not be erased.

And Photios looked at the open plains to the west, and finally said:

"Lord Adrian."

"Yes."

"I stand in almost the highest position in La Rochelle. This position allows me to see many things that others cannot see, but it also prevents me from doing many things that I should do."

"Can you understand that?"

Cyril was silent, and nodded slightly after a moment: "I understand."

"The Primordial God will protect His people, not just her believers. Believers of nature, Primordial, and sea believers, He treats all existences equally, because He is Primordial. But As practitioners from the beginning, we simply cannot pursue the true meaning He has given to the world..."

Photios raised his head slightly and said loudly:
"As the bishop of the Primordial Church of La Rochelle, I cannot punish those who invade this land. This is the greatest sin—"

His voice was choked up, and when Cyril looked at him again, he found that there were already two tear stains on the latter's face.

"Danya is above, Yuanchu is above, may the stars bless Amasir, may the stars bless La Rochelle—"

While he was speaking, golden light gradually bloomed from his body, and with him as the center, a light shield gradually spread out, covering the entire Hylia.

So, in the mid-air that was bleak after the Winter War in Hylia.

A colorful rainbow appeared.

(End of this chapter)