Fantasia of the Sky

Chapter 1705 Meeting Wall 2
Even among kings—of course they are called emperors—the level of decoration is not as majestic and dignified as a king should be, and even the area is only slightly larger than an ordinary office.

There was not a trace of bright and vivid colors in the whole room, nor could there be half a single object that was purely for decoration.

The largest appliance in the room is the filing cabinets on both sides of the wall, followed by the huge office desk in the middle of the room; the elderly King Wall is sitting on the dilapidated chair that can barely be called a "throne" ——It looks older than the fantasy, the iron frame is full of rust marks, and the wooden chair is densely covered with small cracks.Behind the throne is a huge map-marking the poor territory controlled by the Falcon Kingdom and the attacking posture of the surrounding enemies.In addition to Wall, there were two young men in military uniforms in the room, staring at the four of them with wary eyes.

"You two, get out! You can't help right now!" Wall said impatiently, "If they really want to attack me, how can you two stop them! What's more , then the reputation of the Floating Continent will be even worse, hehehe... Hurry up and get out!?"

The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then left the room - those two people should be in charge of assisting the king's office, right?

Wall is as old as the four of them imagined - when he launched a war of conquest over the entire surface more than ten years ago, it was the golden age when he was in his prime and reached the peak of his rule; His unrelenting energy and successive victories on the surface have made his reputation unmatched.However, the fiasco against the Floating Continent caused him to fall from the peak to the bottom.These ten years of hard work have consumed his hard work every day—to this day, his hair, beard and eyebrows have not seen any black at all.The clothes he was wearing, which could barely be called the "Royal Robe", were patched one after another, and the seams were too many to count; from the golden falcon pattern and the majestic style on it, The fantasy dream can give a little glimpse of how high-spirited monarch he was more than ten years ago, so that it is hard to believe that it is true that he is so downcast; his face is terribly thin, his eyeballs are deeply sunken in the eye sockets, and his nose has a hawk. With a beak-like hook, the overall feeling is that of an old and fierce "falcon"—however, this eagle has lost its precious prey, and is being swallowed up by a monster that may devour it at any time The flames of vengeance were burning—this "hotness" made him a little restless.

"I won't say those polite words to you, and I don't bother to listen to your rhetoric." Wall couldn't see the slightest friendliness in his eyes, "Although I don't know what your real thoughts are, but you are indeed Want to stop the war?"

"... Exactly." Huanmeng nodded lightly—the person in front of him seemed to be quite cooperative?
"Okay! I'll tell you!" Wall stood up, pointed in the direction of Cliff City on the big map behind him and said, "You all know better than me what happened in Cliff City! Next, several countries over there I will definitely take advantage of the situation and attack Eagle's Nest City!"

"Don't you want to stop the war? Then try to make those countries give up their offensive plans!"

(End of this chapter)