Wizard From Afar

Imperial Capital, the sky palace.

"What game is this?"

The chief of the empire, Her Highness the Princess, sat on the opposite side of the chess table silently, looking at the ice cold like frost eyes A certain "humiliated prince" with a dejected look and a look of defeat, holding a letterhead in his hand.

"Thirty-seventh set." With his hands drooping naturally, Brandon murmured, his face slumped on the table, and his bloodshot eyes under his messy red hair were staring at him. Checkmate the black chess on the chessboard.

"Are you impatient?"

"Who said that?!"

"Oh...then you are ready to give up?"

"Nothing!"

A weak retort, even with an exclamation point, is of no avail; Brandon, who is exhausted to the utmost, doesn't even have the interest to raise his head and just want to lie down. For a while.

Playing chess with father Eckhart is the most frustrating thing Brandon has encountered in his life.

In all fairness, Brandon at first did not feel that he could win...or that it was easy to win; he expected that the Imperial Father must be prepared for this request, and he could guess himself at first. It will be very difficult, and even a miserable loss.

However, it was definitely not so miserable-each of the thirty-seven sets was a complete defeat.

The so-called "complete defeat" is not a quick victory, or seeing through the chess path to find the weak spot; it is every time you kill all your chess pieces thoroughly, and then general.

Even after Brandon, who had no desire to improve, took the initiative to "send the general", His Majesty Eckhart II still "cleaned up" all his corners and corners at a moderate pace, and then Let his king chess last "curtain call".

This is no longer a game, this is a one-sided killing, a complete devastation... With the most shocking, cruel and violent means, Brandon can see that he is most proud of In the face of my father, it’s not worth mentioning.

Powerhouse is rampant, and the weak are at the mercy of others... There is no calmness and pride of a winner, and even the least fig leaf is not needed.

Thirty-seven sets—according to the schedule of two sets a day, there is one set tonight; but Brandon has no momentum at this moment, and even begins to fear the sun that is about to set.

"It won't work so soon?" Fitronay glanced at him: "The pain of a fiasco is the darkness that must be experienced before dawn... I remember a saying that describes it."

"Really? Then why do I feel that I have fallen before dawn before dawn?"

twitched his lips, Brandon sat up with drooping eyes: "Sister-in-law came to me so interested, shouldn't it be just to see how ugly I lost, right?"

"It's half the reason, right." The long Her Highness the Princess also made no secret: "Look. It’s one of my hobbies that a guy who is always smug has failed in the most proud place."

"Good terrifying interest, I started to worry about the happiness of the Imperial Brother for the rest of my life." Shrugging, Brandon held his right cheek tiredly, his big red eyes blinking and blinking:

"What about the other half?"

General Fitronay The letterhead was placed on the table: "Your'former' wizard advisor, Loren Torino, led the Byrne reinforcements. About 15,000 people stepped into the territory of Boi."

"It is repelling. After Chiyan Banner's 10,000 forwards, they have already broken through with a thousand Boi Hussars going north...now they should be on their way to Thousand Tent City."

"Is it so detailed?" Surprised. Brandon’s eyebrows raised, Brandon looked at the letterhead in his hand, then turned his gaze to his sister-in-law: "Route Infinit gave it to you?"

"Why, do you think it’s in Poye? Is there no night watchman?"

"Just a little bit of emotion..." Brandon opened the envelope, the surprised expression in his eyes remained unchanged: "But fifteen thousand people... Byrne How could there be only 15,000 people?"

"Obviously, Duke Laszlo Varna did not fully tell the truth in his letter of help, and made your'ex' wizard adviser wrongly estimated the war. The situation."

Fitlownay leans forward slightly, his eyes drooping and looking at the "tragic" chessboard: "He still doesn't know what terrifying opponent he will face, nor is he unclear. My originally powerful allies are already torn apart due to infighting."

"Of course, he will soon understand all this...on the battlefield."

Cloth biting his nails Langdon looked at the report of horrible to see in his hand, his slacking eyes became serious: "Weapons and armor... traces of a large number of material mobilization... projection equipment... kerosene... more than three supply lines from the south..."

Suddenly lifts the head, Brandon stared wide-eyed: "Dwarf?!"

"Can avoid the night watchman and the empire Established three stable and huge supply lines within a short period of time, providing weapons and logistics..."

Fitlownet, who looked unchanged, looked at him: "Do you think there are still who? "

"Such a large-scale rival, are they crazy-even if Boye has no time to take care of it, Byrne borders them!" "

"As long as the two duchy are both strengh a great injury in this centaur war, who can do to them? "

"What about the empire, they are not worried about the empire after the fall? ! "

"With the only mithril mine in the world in his hand, and the hinterland is among the mountains, have dwarves ever truly feared the empire?" "

Playing with the chess pieces on the board, Fitronay's tone was very flat: "even more how dwarves have long been accustomed to infighting. This time I am afraid it is also a private dwarf lord who does not want to acknowledge allegiance to the High King. What did you do? "

"So we have to watch the half-man Ma Dajun, which is well-equipped, probably equipped with catapults and heavy cavalry, completely defeats Boye and Byrne two duchy? Brandon tilted his head with an unbelievable expression:

"I know that father and the Imperial Brother are eager to weaken them, but this is too ridiculous-we also expect them to keep the East and Southern Border, let Empire Legion can wholeheartedly guard against the invasion of Duanjieshan! "

"If you plan to save the world, by the way, save your little wizard advisor, yes. "Fitlow lifts the head, swaying the chess piece in front of him:

"If you beat your father, you can become a hero. "

The tired Brandon didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, and he slumped on a chair with a wounded expression.

"I guess Ms. Fitronay, you arrived today. The visit... is not an accident or a coincidence, right? "

The long Her Highness the Princess looked at him blankly, which is considered a default.

"Except for my dear Connold Imperial Brother, there should be no second in this world I can still point the Empire Princess Zhang to do things...except for father. "

Blanking his mouth, Brandon sighed and asked: "I was so cared by the Imperial Brother suddenly. I really appreciate my disappointing younger brother... Before you are ready to cheat me, can you? Tell me why first? "

"Because this world...has begun to become more and more dangerous. "Fitlownai's expression became a little dignified:

"Needless to talk about the east, the centaur invaded, and the dwarves plunged into civil strife; even the North of the Duanjie Mountain began to change after the last war. The werewolf tribe wandering on the border began to stir;

South...The giant monster of Arles began to wander the border again; although we have not received a letter of help from the Grand Duke of Arles, But as far as we know... the hunting war against the giant monsters is not going well;

West; Ogre in the ancient wood forest east of Lotaire shows signs of migration; the eastern forest has begun to call for As the elves of the ancient wood forest assembled, Duke Fried also began to send an army to Deep Forest to negotiate with the elves about joint operations;

As for Eboden...this year, he was sent to the ocean of the elven kingdom of Yasul. The fleet has not yet returned. It seems to have encountered a pirate raid on the Sea of ​​Fog. According to rumors, a civil war is also taking place in Yasul. No one knows how the result will be, but..."

"But no matter what the result is, yes. What is the good thing about the empire that will not be, right? Brandon frowned and thought for a moment:

"So...this time is Connaught Imperial Brother. Want me to win? "

"Anyway, even if you win, there is no harm to him. "Fitlownet stood up and said nonchalantly:

"But if you lose, Eckhardt's Imperial Brother It shouldn't be gives you a second chance to comeback;

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So since there is no retreat, why not try hard once?

Just like you did before. "