At night, above the mountain pass of Montfort, the Evil Moon Moscrib hung high.
The lonely cold wind blew through the mountain pass, and the meadows on the high mountains of Montfort swayed in the wind. The gray mountains in the distance were covered in clouds and snow all year round. The famous river, the Grismorie River, flowed under the city of Montfort, passing through Gisoleiox and Muxilon to join the sea.
The Duchy of Montfort was located in the upper reaches of the Grismorie River. It was not less majestic than the estuary at Muxilon, but the current was rapid, and the angry waves washed over the shore, adding a sense of danger.
The Brittany Crusade Army mourned for the death of Brittany's marshal, the commander of the Old Guard, Bertrand.
And among them, no one was sadder than the acting commander of the Old Guard, Raymond.
Raymond, a fugitive slave from the Duchy of Lyonasser, escaped from the village with his old mother and younger brother on an empty stomach. They fled south, experiencing unimaginable difficulties along the way, and finally escaped into the Chalon Forest.
There, he welcomed a new life, and so did his old mother and younger brother, Thomas.
His mother was in her sixties this year, but she was very healthy. His younger brother, Thomas, was now a great engineer in Muxilon and was now in the army.
Raymond himself was already a Holy Grail Guard, as the deputy commander and acting commander of the Old Guard. From a peasant to a Holy Grail Guard, his story inspired generations of Brittany serfs, telling them that even a peasant in the countryside could become a Holy Grail Guard as long as he worked hard.
Was it chicken soup? Even if it was not, because there were too many serfs who relied on the war to get rid of their lowly status and change their fate.
For Raymond, Bertrand was his teacher and friend. When he came to Gene City, it was Bertrand who brought him to blend in with the locals. The two had always fought side by side. Bertrand rose from a sergeant to a knight-errant, a knight of the kingdom, a baron, the chosen one of Tal, an earl, and a marshal. Raymond followed closely, from a slave and carpenter to the current deputy commander of the Old Guard.
In Raymond's heart, Bertrand was like a mentor, a friend, a relative, a comrade, and a father.
Raymond couldn't find the words to describe his sorrow. He sent everyone away and sat alone in the grass. Tears flowed down his face, but he couldn't cry anymore. He was already in his forties and had experienced all sorts of things over the years. The commander of the old guard curled himself up in the grass. The midsummer night was indescribably cold, but he felt very cold.
All that was left was the whistle of the wind through the trees and the rustle of the alpine meadows.
The time he spent with Bertrand, the two of them laughing together, fighting together, having fun together, and drinking together quickly flashed through Raymond's mind.
After an unknown amount of time, Raymond heard footsteps behind him. "Raymond? They said you were missing. So you are here. "
"Please, leave me alone for a while, okay?" Raymond said subconsciously.
"Oh? Are you the only one allowed to miss Bertrand? "The man sat down beside him and put down a glass bottle." Raymond? "
Raymond raised his head from his arms. In his blurred eyes, he saw the familiar face of Knight King and Laing. Raymond was so scared that he wanted to stand up, but Laing pressed on his shoulder. "Let's have a drink?"
"I …" Raymond wanted to refuse at first, but when he saw the look in Leon's eyes, he knew that the great Sun King wasn't asking for his opinion. Instead, he was making an unquestionable decision through a kind inquiry.
Many times, when the king discussed with you kindly, he did not really intend to discuss with you. He just respected you and gave you a way out.
And this was the king, the king who had created countless military and economic miracles!
Laing sat beside Raymond. The Knight King did not put on any airs. He took out two mugs and poured himself a glass of Pallavon Remy Martin brandy. "Come, cheers. One to our ultimate chivalrous war, and one to our late Marshal Bertrand."
"I …" Raymond looked at the mug filled with wine and could not help but cry again. "I just …"
"Life and death are fated. Don't be sad, Raymond. Bertrand just turned into the stars in the sky. He will always protect us. Come, cheers!" Laing raised his mug again.
"Cheers." Raymond did not say more. He drank a glass of Remy Martin. The hot wine, the sweet fragrance, and the long aftertaste were intoxicating, and at the same time, the memories became clearer.
"These days along the way, I think of them now as if they were yesterday." Laing put down his mug. The king laughed with tears in his eyes. "I think of my adoptive father, Norman. He brought me and the hounds into the forest of Nord to hunt. At that time, I was wrapped up like a ball, one foot deep and the other shallow."
"I think of my growing up and my first meritorious service in the Lapland Campaign."
"I think of my battle with the Orc Beastman King Fang Gol. I fought with him for half a day with a war hammer and finally smashed his head."
"I think of many things. Fort Marlin, Culona, Zeon, Musillon, Blackstone Fortress, La Mesenelle Abbey, the Wretched Eight Peaks Mountain. I think of Ossouin, Motekin's last cry, Obien and Morgul, the Skaven Ratman and Sigwald."
Laing also recalled the past. Knight King's eyes were red. He looked at the night sky and said, "Fifty years ago, I was like this, alone, looking at the night sky … I just want to say that the reporters nowadays are really inexperienced. Hahahaha!"
Laing laughed until tears flowed down his face. "Now Bertrand is gone. Youth is like a rushing river. It's gone and there's no time to say goodbye. Who knows if the most beautiful flower of the past is still the same flower now?"
"Your Majesty!" Raymond wiped his tears. He was silent for a long time. "Can you answer me a question?"
"What is it?"
"How many more victories do we need to win? How many more enemies do we need to defeat before we can truly usher in peace?"
“Nopeace，Justwar。” Laing shook his head slightly. "Life is not a gift from heaven. Peace is not something that should be obtained by reason. They are just trophies that we have taken from this dark, deep, distant, and cold universe."
"So cruel. Is this the fate of mortals?" Raymond continued to ask.
"After knowing that Bertrand was dead, I thought of a lot of people." Laing did not answer Raymond's question. "I thought of Deniz, the hunter who risked his life to tell me about the rainy season. I thought of Lopes and Olivier who were the first to follow me. I thought of the proud half-elf Astell. I thought of Hex who sacrificed himself for others. I thought of Bodrick, Davu, Rokossovsky, Lucien, and even that guy Matthew Bad, Kemmler Heinrich, Skarnik, Headhunter Quirk, and Black Iron Motkin."
"If everything could stop at the time before the Battle of Anmier, the military parade before the final battle with Morgul, how great would that be? The ten marshals were all there, and the army was at its peak. How great would that be?" Laing laughed.
If only everything could stop at the Supreme Emperor's Great Expedition, with all twenty-one original units, the Supreme Emperor himself personally commanding the Imperial Army, and the full support of the bureaucratic group led by Macado, how great would it be when the human empire reappeared in the glory of the golden age in the Great Expedition! Laing thought.
Raymond didn't know what Leon was thinking. He just nodded silently. The Battle of Anmier was the peak of the Brittanian army. At that time, the ten marshals were all there, and all the elite troops were full of veterans. Although they won the Skaven invasion and the battle of the Seed of Annihilation, the quality of the Brittanian army had actually declined due to the death of many outstanding generals and the loss of a large number of veterans.
But with such an intense war, who would dare to say that the quality of their army did not decline except for Chaos?
Laing and Raymond did not speak anymore. They finished the Remy Martin one after another.
"We still have to look forward." Laing stood up. Raymond seemed to have an illusion that the sentimental Laing just now had disappeared, and the wise and decisive Sun King had returned. Raymond only heard him say, "The Supreme Command has decided that you will be the Commander-in-Chief of the Old Guard! You will be promoted to the position of Marshal of Brittany! Lockheed will be the vice marshal. "
Raymond only felt that thunder had exploded in his ears. He hurriedly stood up and subconsciously wanted to kneel on one knee. "No, Your Majesty … the Supreme Command, you should find someone else. I, Raymond Mountbatten, am just a runaway slave of Lyonnesse. How can I be worthy?"
"How can Bertrand, a runaway slave of Bastogne be worthy? How can I, Laing, a country bumpkin from Nord be worthy? "Laing turned around and said," Everyone has discussed and decided. "
"… Yes!" Raymond knelt down and took the marshal's scepter from Laing. He suddenly shouted, "I have something to say, Your Majesty, please listen to me before you leave!"
"Speak." Laing stopped and nodded.
"In this life, this body was bestowed by His Majesty. It was originally borrowed from His Majesty. Now that His Majesty wants to take it, there is no need to cherish it!" Raymond roared. The new Marshal of Brittany swore an oath of loyalty.
Hearing Raymond's words, Laing stood in place in a daze. The Emperor's cold and cruel expression appeared in the original body's mind. The Empire's Prime Minister Macardo's mocking, loving, and peaceful old face appeared in Laing's mind.
If His Majesty wants to take it, why should he cherish it?
Cardo Diego's appearance appeared in the original body's mind. The figures of the Gray Knights and the Great Mentor of the past generations appeared one after another. Some of them had been dead for tens of thousands of years, but a little intelligence that crossed the space of time still responded to the original body's call.
If His Majesty wants to take it, why should he cherish it?
After a long time, Laing said softly, "That's right. If His Majesty wants to take it, why should he cherish it?"
That night, in the red, blue, and golden tent belonging to Brittany.
A truly intense battle had just ended.
On the soft bed, Laing hugged his wife, Suria, from behind. He placed his hand on her beautiful black stockings and rubbed it, enjoying the smooth and elastic flesh from the thin stockings. Laing panted softly, sticking to his wife's long, bright golden hair that was drenched in sweat from behind, feeling the lingering charm.
"Laing, what's wrong with you?" Suria enjoyed her husband's love and infatuation. At the same time, she wanted to push the clingy man away in disgust. After that, the Knight King felt a little funny, a little proud, and a little strange.
She did not know what was wrong with her husband after he went out to confer Raymond the title of marshal. She was still in the office, but he was so eager that he picked her up and walked straight into the tent. Everyone was a little embarrassed and hurriedly left. Sylvia, the head maid, stood guard outside the tent, and the tent shook for two hours before it stopped.
Suria did not mind. She and Laing were husband and wife, and she liked Laing to take the initiative to love her. She also liked that Laing's first reaction was to come to her when he was wronged or unhappy. However, she still had to ask the question clearly. The female knight asked lazily, "Did you run into any trouble?"
"Marshal is really a dangerous profession. I don't know who will be sacrificed in this ultimate battle of chivalry." Laing said sadly, "I don't know what happened to Bertrand. I thought it was just a minor illness. He was such a strong man. Why did he suddenly fall ill? How did he die before we had time to see him?"
"Life is unpredictable, my dear. Don't blame yourself." Suria turned around and pressed Laing's head against her full round body, "We are all very sad about Bertrand's death. He was a great man, and we set him up to show the serfs the hope of promotion. It was also right to let Raymond take over. What's wrong with this?"
"I know, but I still …" Laing gritted his teeth. He still blamed himself. He was the original gray knight, and his psionic power was second only to the emperor and Marcador. He had thought that he could do anything, but now, six of the ten marshals had left.
He now somewhat understood that a perfect and outstanding person like Kirriman would occasionally lock himself in the depths of the Glory of Makurag, looking at the things of his descendants and subordinates in the past and crying silently.
"Bertrand must have never regretted following you, just like I never regretted marrying you." Suria said gently, "My dear, it's okay for us to be like this in private, but we don't dare to be like this outside. The whole Holy War of Chivalry, the core of the ultimate battle of chivalry, is on you. About half of the knights led by my father are more inclined to protect the country."
"I understand." Laing hugged his wife back, "Again?"
"Yes …" Suria nodded with a blush. Although Knight King did not want to say it, she did enjoy the private time with her husband. "Wait a second. I'll go take a shower and change my clothes. You too. We sweated a lot just now, and it's not comfortable."
"Okay!" Laing got up, and the couple asked someone to prepare hot water for them to take a bath together. When the couple just got out of the bath and was about to start the second half, someone came to disturb their private space. The head maid, Sylvia, opened the tent door, "Your Majesty, my lady."
"Call Laing." Laing glanced at Sylvia, his head maid, "Otherwise, you'll be served with a stick."
"Aralus, the Lord of the Wood Elves' Woodland, is here." Sylvia ignored Laing's warning and hurriedly said, "He has arrived with five hundred knights. He's right outside the tent."
"What?" Laing stood up, "Invite him in!"
Aralos walked in, looking very depressed. The Wood Elf hero came under the order of Lilith to tell Laing that the King of the Forest, Ao Laing, was dead, and his wild knights were all annihilated. The Queen of Eternity, Alariel, had decided to marry Malecis, and the wedding was about to be held. Lilith predicted that the final battle of the elves was coming, and she asked Aralos to bring his personal troops to follow Laing in the ultimate battle of justice.
The King of the Forest, Ao Laing, was dead?
Killed by Tyrion, the incarnation of Cain, who held the Sword of Cain?
The three essences were about to be united? The dark Phoenix King, Malecis, was going to be united with the radiant Queen of Eternity, Alariel?
Laing was stunned by the series of news. The Sun King immediately immersed his soul into the storm in the subspace and tried to contact Lilith.
Unfortunately, it was useless. He could not reach Ossouin, which was now full of blood and the mocking laughter of the Four Gods of Chaos.
Before Laing could reach out again, a sharp killing intent came from afar, and a crazy roar was soaked in endless hatred and torture. In the center of the storm, a twisted god with one hand dripping blood was holding the Sword of Cain, which was burning with the flame of slaughter. He kept roaring at the subspace.
That was Tyrion's voice!
Aralos suddenly felt that his vision went dark, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground. Laing was barely holding on, and he tried to understand what Tyrion was saying.
He heard that the Prince Regent of Ossouin was declaring war on the whole world with endless hatred.
"Everything in the world nourishes man, but man has nothing to repay the heavens!"
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
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