The early morning of the eighth day has arrived.

Under the command of the king, troops in the city of San Sunil that had preserved certain combat capabilities were quickly organized to carry out the first counterattack since the battle to defend the city.

The troops ordered to set out were divided into two groups, one was a royal knight who was loyal to the king, and the other was a mixed knight group composed of the children and private soldiers of the nobles of the royal capital. The two teams passed through the city gates one after another when the morning glow was full of sunset, but their styles looked completely different.

The number of royal knights was rare, and only 40% of them survived to have combat power. They were wearing scarred armor. Before they could even wipe off the blood on their weapons, they were like a group of rusty war sculptures, crossing the city gate in silence, with murderous auras being restrained but orderly.

Compared with them, the other team seemed noisy and ostentatious. Colorful flags fluttered over the team. The noble knights wearing bright armor and rosy faces rode on the tall horses. It was like a troupe in costume, blowing and fighting all the way, and it was very lively. Between the teams with different flags, you can also see the heraldic flags with colorful lace flying high, which was a way to show off the nobles' personal expedition.

Of course they have to show off, because the next "fight" will be a performance without risk. Just like hunting in autumn and winter every year, people with prominent backgrounds hold enchanted bows and arrows and hunt a group of wild beasts that have been forced into desperate situations under the strict escort of the knights. No matter what the process is, as long as the arrow is finally inserted into the beast, the person who pulls the bow and shoots the archery can win the title of "brave", and now, they are going to get the title of "brave".

After all, speculators also know their stains, especially those who were prepared to transfer their property and finally rushed the king to crown them before swearing allegiance. They urgently needed some "results" to decorate their appearance.

This result was not for the king, but for Grand Duke Gowen Cecil.

He was a duke with great military achievements, and at this moment he turned the tide with force. After entering the capital, such a duke would definitely pay attention to the performance of all parties in the previous battle to defend the city. Therefore, accumulating some military achievements for himself in time is to accumulate resources in the subsequent political investment. Anyone with vision can see that the situation in Ansu will be completely reshuffled after the end of this war. The east and north will decline, and even the west will be damaged. Only the south is the real winner, just like the Wilder family who controlled Ansu in the name of "regent" after the end of the fog month civil strife a hundred years ago.

As for the king... the poor king, his royal power will probably reach the end the moment Duke Gowan Cecil enters the city.

Earl Yuriel, a noble noble of the royal capital, raised his head and looked back. Looking at the king flag floating on the tall walls of Saint Sunil, he couldn't help but shake his head and sighed with an aria with the characteristics of the upper-class northern society: "It's so pitiful, the king has only been free for eight days."

Another person echoed next to him: "Yes, breaking free from Wilder and welcomed Cecil... Who could have thought of this a few years ago?"

Earl Yuriel smiled reservedly: "I have purchased a large number of alchemy potions and magic weapons in the southern border. As his important customer, I believe Grand Duke Gowen Cecil will have some impression of me."

"Of course, my friend, your investment vision has always been admirable..."

...

Wales stood on the wall, watching the team dressed in a dressed out toward the "Crow Terrace", and did not speak for a long time.

Duke Bedevin's voice rang out: "Your Majesty."

"Look, what a glamorous team," Wales raised his head and pointed at the moving team with his chin. "The armor is brand new, the war horses are not scarred at all, and the flags seem to have just been taken out of the warehouse. Bodwenqing, where did you say they were hiding before?"

“…hidden in the dirty stomachs of those people.”

Wales turned his head in surprise and looked at him: "...you can actually curse people."

"Only when necessary," said Grand Duke Bedevin lightly, "In comparison, your Majesty, do you confirm that your choice is necessary?"

"I have seen your efforts with the Grand Duke of Victoria, the opposition and division between the reformers and the conservatives, and I have seen how the lords increase their wealth and eat up the farmland of the free people, and how the so-called "factory reform" has become a new excuse for land enclosure and occupation, and has made civilians more displaced. I am familiar with all the rules of the upper class of this kingdom, and in this rule, I have discovered a truth..."

Bodewen looked quietly at the king in front of him.

"Our reform has not been successful because we have not given up enough. The prosperity and strength that Ansu wants is not on the negotiating table."

After saying this, Wales suddenly laughed: "And I am really curious about what choice the founding hero would make in the face of such a difficult problem. I have set up such a stage. Can he be at a loss for a moment..."

...

The sound of artillery fire from the No. 2 Highland gradually subsided, and in the command post, information about the front-line battle situation was constantly summed up in front of Gao Wen.

Overall, the situation of the battle has developed according to the scheduled plan. When those crystal cluster giants turned into frenzied monsters, the things that Cecil's Legion had to consider became simpler - monsters lacking command and tactics naturally lacked changes. As long as there are no major mistakes in the formulated tactics, they can basically meet the deduction. As commanders and soldiers at all levels become more and more adaptable to this battlefield, the situation can be said to be no longer undergoing major changes.

Over the Magic Net terminal next to the map table, Philip's bust is emerging on the holographic projection: "...It is close to the valley corridor, and we can arrive in the San Sunil area as soon as tomorrow..."

"Very good," Gao Wen nodded with satisfaction, with a tone of praise. The original convergence time was actually three days later, but the ground main force led by Philip was two days ahead of schedule, which further ensured that the balance of the battle was tilted towards oneself. "But why are you so fast?"

"The enemy's counterattack was smaller than expected, and it seemed that a large number of monsters that had originally wandered in the central plains had been attracted to the San Sunil area," Philip explained. "But we still set up enough fire blockades along the way, so you can rest assured."

Gao Wen nodded, then exchanged a few words of information about the battle situation with Philip, and then ended the communication.

The north-south blockade line is finally about to close.

He let out a slight breath, feeling a little relaxed, then turned his head and wanted to discuss with Victoria beside him about the next arrangement for entering the capital, but before he could speak, he heard amber's voice coming from not far away:

"You said you were the one who delivered the letter, you were the one who sent the letter - you were still hiding your body, but you were only hiding your body with this little ability?!"

Gao Wen raised his head curiously and saw Amber dragging someone toward this side. The face of her arms was a young man wearing black light leather armor with a familiar face.

Victoria, who was standing next to her, recognized the man's identity at first sight: "Ruffalo?"

Only then did Gao Wen suddenly remember the other person's identity - this is an old friend.

A royal shadow guard who can't whirlwind slash with both hands.

"I caught him outside the camp. He sneaked over and was kicked out of the Shadow Realm by me," Amber pushed the Raven into front of Gaowen, and raised his head with his back, "He said he was here to deliver the letter."

"Crave, what letter are you here to send?" Victoria immediately frowned and asked the Royal Shadow Guard in front of her.

The Raven looked at Victoria first, then looked at Amber next to her helplessly, and finally lowered her head in front of Gaowen and said respectfully: "I have a handwritten letter from the king, and I will hand it over to Gaowen? Duke Cecil."

While speaking, the Royal Sci-Figurine took out a letter from his close body and handed it to Gao Wen in front of him.

Gao Wen took the letter with the Ansu royal lacquered seal and was curious about what it was inside. Although the battlefield in the southern part of San Sunil has basically been cleared at this moment, it is still not an easy task for a royal shadow guard to cross the war zone to the Cecilian camp. What kind of emergency is it? It is actually necessary for Ansu's new king to contact him in this way?

He opened the letter and saw that there was only a simple sentence on it:

"The Crow Terrace has been corrupted and polluted. Please help the Duke of Cecil to clean up - Wales Moen."

Gao Wen's eyes froze. After several seconds of silence, he slowly put down the letter and looked at the Royal Shadow Guard in front of him: "Apart from that, what else did your king say to you?"

"He has a word to tell you," the Raven retelled the words of Welsh Moen, "he said he put a ball of thread there."

“…”

Victoria saw the content of the letter and heard the words of the Raven. She didn't know what the so-called "block" meant, but based on guessing and intuition, she had already vaguely realized what Wales was doing.

She suddenly looked at Gauvin: "Duke Cecil..."

"Your king, I've asked me a problem." Gao Wen sighed softly and glanced at the letter in his hand again.

This letter does not have any seal of "burning after reading". It is still lying in Gao Wen's hand intact, and every word on it is clear and sharp.

This is a difficult problem, and perhaps also an observation. Behind this thin letter paper, Gao Wen seemed to see Welsh Moen's eyes.

Those eyes were full of scrutiny.

Amber also saw the content of the letter. After a moment of reaction, the goose exclaimed: "...Oh my god."

Then she said, "Be careful, this may be a conspiracy. He lied to you. What do you mean by this...Borrowing a knife or something..."

"In fact, I don't mind if this is a conspiracy," Gao Wen looked at Amber, "but I do need to confirm the situation in the Crow Terrace - to inform Jinna and let her take off."

Then he looked at Victoria with a complicated expression: "Let's wait here."

They didn't wait long, and the aerial reconnaissance images from the Griffon Knight were soon transmitted to the command post.

Armored griffin swept over the crow platform, and a brightly colored flag and emblem danced in the picture in the wind.

Gao Wen and Victoria stood in front of the Magic Net terminal, looking at the holographic image on it, Gao Wen asked softly: "Do you know?"

In a trance, Victoria seemed to have returned to Girls' Generation again, and once again felt the tension and fear that only when she stood beside her father. Gao Wen's brief question made her feel heavy pressure. She couldn't help but take a breath and replied: "Know."

“What is your evaluation?”

"…Duke Cecil, you are making a terrible decision, it will..."

Gao Wen just calmly repeated his question: "What is your evaluation?"

The scene I recalled not long ago suddenly appeared in Victoria's mind again, recalling the question my father had asked him:

“…If pruning, fertilizing, watering, and applying medicine doesn’t work, what should you do?”

She closed her eyes slightly, and when it opened again, the cold ice and snow prince seemed to be back.

"It should be shoveled away."

"very good."

Gao Wen nodded and turned to the nearby commander.

"The crow platform is polluted, purify it."
Chapter completed!