"Mr. Stark, are you leaving?"
At the entrance of a manor in Oliska, Howson stood beside an unmarked carriage. The window of the carriage opened, and Stark's perfect side face appeared in the First Prince's eyes. He revealed a meaningful smile, "I can't fulfill my promise to you if I stay in the Imperial Capital, Your Royal Highness. I'm leaving to fulfill my promise. Of course, please don't forget what you've promised. "
"You can rest assured, as long as …"
Stark raised his hand and didn't let Howson finish, "That's it. I'm sorry to borrow Mr. Diego from you. I found him very suitable as a coachman."
Howson looked at Diego on the throne and said lukewarmly, "It's his honor."
The corner of Diego's mouth twitched as he finally lowered his head. Stark's voice sounded from the car, "Let's go."
The carriage gradually moved away from Howson's line of sight and left Oliska along King's Avenue. Because of Howson's order, the guards at the city gate did not investigate it strictly. They had no idea who was sitting in the carriage. Walking on the grassland outside the city, Diego cleared his throat and asked, "Lord Stark, where are we going?"
"Lonely Mountain Ice Plains, Blazing Castle."
"To Blazing Castle?" Diego said in surprise, "Is there a war going on over there?"
"Earl Allen is there, so I'll go there. Besides, there's another important thing to do. "After saying this, there was no more sound in the carriage. Diego knew that he would not answer any more questions, so he could only shrug his shoulders and whip the horse to pull the carriage towards the Lonely Mountain Ice Plains. On the throne, Diego remembered what Stark had said to him last night.
"Tell me everything about Allen."
Diego didn't know why this man was targeting Allen, but he knew very well that it was unfortunate for anyone to be targeted by him. This Stark was at least at the level of the Ten Saints, or the level of the Grand Admiral of the Shadow Duchy. From his words, Diego could not hear the slightest bit of kindness towards Allen.
He was a little gloating, but he couldn't be happy. After all, Stark at least saw Allen as his target, and he? He could only do things that a coachman would do!
In the carriage, Stark slowly closed his eyes. He was careful not to touch the Calamity Circuit because he didn't want Allen to notice it too early. The smile on his lips gradually widened. Stark had to restrain himself with all his might to not break out of the carriage and rush to Blazing Castle at full speed.
Now is not the time.
Returning to the palace, Hawson came to the Monarch Descent Hall and was stopped by the Chamberlain. Indeed, he was stopped by the Chamberlain Hall. The Chamberlain smiled as he gently blocked Howson's eyes with his hand, which was patting the foundation. Hawson snorted. "Has Father not recovered yet?"
"God above, how I wish I could have been injured instead of His Majesty. But regrettably, God did not give me this opportunity. So yes, Your Highness, His Majesty still needs to recuperate, you'd better not disturb him. " Haw Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Howson had never liked this steward since he was sensible, but Tangerio trusted him very much. Therefore, when he blocked the way, Howson didn't dare to barge in. However, he still said unwillingly, "It's been so many days. With Father's ability, what kind of injury can make him recuperate for so long? Or is Father not in the Monarch Descent Hall at all? "
The Chamberlain let out a series of rooster-like laughter. He chuckled, "My dear little prince, it was Rebian of Chaos and Sword Lord Mason who injured His Majesty." If it was you, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have the chance to recuperate. If you have any questions, you can ask His Majesty personally. I won't stop you. Don't blame me for not reminding you that Great Emperor is not in a good mood right now. "
He turned sideways and made way for the passageway to the depths of the palace. Howson narrowed his eyes and stared at the passageway for a long time. In the end, he decided not to gamble. "Say hello to Father for me."
"I will definitely bring it."
Howson stared at him in disgust and turned to leave.
When he returned to his palace, he suddenly discovered that the palace was deserted at the end of the day. Before the spring hunt, it was filled with people who were loyal to him. Those people were either vulgar, loud, and alcoholic. But at least it brought vitality to the palace. At that time, he knew what he was going to do and what he should do next. But now? Apart from Diego, the others were either dead or gone, and the woman from the Lion King's Army was also sent back to him. With a top expert like Stark, what else could ordinary elites of the army do?
But in this way, Howson was a little confused. Stark promised him that he would help him become the crown prince, or even the new king of Bailey. At that time, Howson had to promise him one thing in return. But Stark didn't say anything, only saying that Howson would know when the time came. Howson's goal had never changed, but now he could clearly feel that the initiative had shifted from him to Stark.
He had no idea what the man would do or what he was going to do. He could only wait passively in the palace. Waiting was not Howson's style, but at this moment, he was helpless.
"Perhaps, I don't dare to recruit an uncontrollable fellow." Howson thought, but at that time, did he have a choice?
He had no choice.
Either cooperate with Stark or die.
Howson still wanted to live and try to live as long as possible.
In the palace, a soft sigh sounded.
The war drums sounded in this wasteland, heavy and full of strength. The earth seemed to be trembling slightly, because it could not withstand the weight of this torrent of steel flowing through its body. The strong warriors in armor strode forward with almost one step. Their eyes under their helmets looked straight ahead, and the swords on their bodies cried out softly, as if they were crying out for blood.
The noon sun refracted a dazzling halo on the armor. The golden lions embroidered with golden thread roared silently on the flag. The wind blew the flag, and the golden thread emitted the brilliance of flames under the sun. Groups of warriors advanced in rows. They didn't make any sound, and just the momentum of the march was enough to intimidate the enemy.
When Woodrick raised his hand, the army stopped. Thousands of people stopped in unison. The scene itself was full of shock. Woodrick narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. Behind the desolate stone plains was an army of about two thousand people. However, the flag of that army was of different colors, and the armor was blue and red. It looked very messy. Compared to the Imperial Army, they were not just a little bit inferior. Behind the army was the town wall. The town wall was already four to five meters tall, and there were archer towers. Further behind was the farmland and the vague outline of the town.
Looking at the opposite side, Woodrick shouted, "Where is Mason?!"
A horseman stepped out from the enemy's formation. The Knight on the horse was dressed in gorgeous armor and a bright cloak. There were even colorful feathers on his helmet. With an arrogant expression, he replied loudly, "Lord Mason is waiting for you at the Raging Flames Castle. Of course, the prerequisite is that you can reach the castle."
Woodrick nodded. "Alright, I'll give you a chance to surrender now. Disarm and live!"
"Disarm and live!"
Behind him, the Giant Dragon Army soldiers shouted in unison.
The enemy Knight's expression was a little ugly, but he still pulled out his sword and waved it forward. "Kill!" He answered with action. At that moment, the sound of hooves could be heard from behind him. A tall warhorse carrying a heavily armored Knight passed by the commander. Then, more Knight Knights passed by him. The enemy troops took the lead in charging. Their colorful armor reflected the sunlight like a turbid stream.
Woodrick was not surprised at all. He raised his hand, and the huge sword let out an angry cry as it ran into the hands of the Great General. The Icy Crystal on the ice lit up from the inside out. Instantly, a pillar of icy wind rushed out from the tip of the huge sword, becoming an eye-catching signal. Seeing this pillar of icy wind, all the Giant Dragon Army Knight Knights pulled down their helmets. Woodrick slashed the huge sword down forcefully. The icy wind charged forward, and the Great General roared, "Charge!"
The Giant Dragon Army Knight Knights clamped down on their horses, pulled out their swords and spears, and swept past Woodrick. The Great General also galloped forward. After a few sprints, he took the lead and led the Knight Knights to meet the enemy. The Giant Dragon Army Knight Knights' cloaks were whiter than snow. From afar, it looked like an avalanche, a wave of snow surging down from the peak of the mountain. The momentum of 2,000 Giant Dragon Army cavalrymen charging together was suffocating just by looking at it.
Allen's chest rose and fell. Before this, the only time he had seen such a large cavalry charge was when they had defeated the Unicorn Cavalry Team. However, the Unicorn Cavalry Team only had about 500 men at that time. Now, there were close to 4,000 men on both sides. With the vast wasteland as the background, the cavalry from both sides were like two waves of steel that gathered in the middle. The scene was so spectacular that it could not be described with words.
Soon, the two waves of steel met in the middle.
The moment they met, it was like the collision of steel and the angry cries of swords and sabers. When the two waves met, countless waves of death exploded. However, Mason's side was ultimately a ragtag army. Their courage was commendable, and the Giant Dragon Army could not compare to their combat strength, equipment, and even the quality of their soldiers. In the first clash, the turbid waves on the other side collapsed, while the Giant Dragon Army's surging line of snow continued to advance. More than a dozen soldiers pierced through the enemy's formation.
At this moment, the sound of cannons arrived.
The cannons of both sides began to fire at each other. The cannonballs whistled through the air, leaving streaks of flames behind as they landed on their respective positions. The cannons and smoke made the sunlight pale, and the fireballs from the cannonballs became a dazzling color on the battlefield. At this moment, the advantage of the number of experts on both sides began to show. The ordinary officers of the Giant Dragon Army were at least level-17 or 18. They were scattered throughout the army, intercepting the cannonballs the moment they landed, detonating them in mid-air. Thus, the advance of the Giant Dragon Army Knight Knights was not affected much.
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