Your Highness, please spare the concubine

Looking from a distance, the battlefield on the other side of the hill was already in flames.

Under the protection of Helga Fletcher and others from the Knights Templar, Froman was standing on the top of the hill and staring at the moment.

Gritting his teeth, he whispered to himself——

"Isabella, you unrepentant dead woman, when I return to the empire, I will smash your body to pieces!"

During the days of being imprisoned, Froman kept thinking about the future.

His guess about Wei Lisi's thoughts was basically a correct guess after calming down and assessing the situation.

Naturally, he was also thinking about the risks he would face if Wei Lisi really let them go back.

After hunting and fleeing all the way, Froman's mind is already different from his previous self.

Think about retreats and figure out the enemy's intentions.

These days, he has a little experience.

But now in comparison, he still seems to lose to Wei Lisi.

"Your Highness, as expected, Ans-Eyer belongs to Isabella, and they will fight here!"

"Looking at their lack of hesitation, they should have already decided that you are lurking and pretending to be with the captive team."

"It's just a pity, hehe..."

While the deputy head of the regiment, Mick, laughed at the enemy, he did not forget to praise the eldest prince in front of him.

But neither Froman nor Helga showed a relaxed look.

On the contrary, it is more dignified.

"What's wrong?" Mick was a little puzzled.

They escaped Isabella's worst blow, and at the same time proved that General Ans-Eyre was their enemy.

With such a beautiful resourceful plan, why does the First Prince look unhappy?

At this moment, Froman glanced at him and said, "Originally, only Domi Nandy, Fenuo Jack, and I knew about this matter."

"In the dungeon, I discussed with them - if the Occam Empire let us go, this prince will hide in the captive army and leave."

"I originally thought that Isabella would send someone to attack and assassinate me if she knew I was not dead. Hiding in the captive army is equivalent to hiding under Isabella's nose."

"I guess she couldn't have expected that I had such courage and courage... I predict that she thought I would continue to go north. In fact, she did send people to guard the north road."

"But if the original plan is carried out, now you and I are already facing the flames of war in the tomb prepared for us."

"But before this plan was implemented, someone sent a note."

Hearing this, Mick vaguely seemed to understand something.

"A note?"

"Yes, the guards in the dungeon sent us a note with a look of reluctance... that changed our status quo."

Froman took a deep breath.

His eyes were deep and cold.

"The above roughly explained our situation, and suggested that the prince should not pretend to be a soldier and escape, nor should he leave from the north."

"Instead of following Domi Nandi's army..."

"When passing the original frontier outside Balakoren Fort...someone will come to do a little favor."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a shocking cry of killing from the other side of the field.

Mick looked back in disbelief.

I saw the defenders and city defense forces belonging to Fort Balakoren, under the background of lighting magic and torches, piercing the battlefield where General Domi Nandi and others were at the moment like sharp knives.

Behind him, Froman's tone became complicated and there was a trace of awe.

"I didn't tell you and General Domi Nandi about this matter. I just let them play a good show and don't show their flaws."

At this time, the head of the temple, Helga Fletcher, interjected, "But yesterday, His Highness told me about this in secret."

"That is to say..." Mick swallowed, "You didn't design all this, Your Highness? Someone else?"

"That's right." Froman nodded and said nothing more.

His eyes were absent-minded, and the flames of distant wars danced in his eyes.

No one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

And the other deputy head of the Knights Templar, who was silent from the beginning to the end—Shuma Stuart, couldn't help asking at this moment——

"Captain, is that person?"

"Well, you're right." Helga Fletcher affirmed, "Willis Egbert!"

"Except for her, no one here will mobilize the defenders of Fort Balakoren to do this 'little favor' for us."

That voice was somewhat sarcastic, more self-deprecating, helpless and deeply fearful.

As future opponents, even though they are thousands of miles apart at this moment, they still played with them in the applause a few days ago.

But it made Froman and others have to obey...

Mick swallowed with a grunt.

Does the imperial princess who once watched from a distance at the speech ceremony really have such skill and courage! ?

After that, how to defeat her! ?

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The fighting did not end until just before dawn on November 11.

Just as the light in the sky showed a gleam, Domi Nandi and others fell to the ground covered in blood.

There are corpses everywhere, ashes and the pungent smell of blood.

The defenders of Balakoren Fort who came to support also suffered a lot of losses, especially before Ans Eyre died, he pulled at least a hundred soldiers to back him up.

As a general, he has this strength and proud capital.

However, as a traitor, half-kneeling in the huge pit bombed out by magic, surrounded by the remnants of the magic energy of the Wild Hunt...

To be a tragic death is his final and deserved destination.

Fenuo Jack struggled to stand up with the spear, and then walked over to repair the knife fiercely.

Whispering and cursing, he stabbed Anse Ayre's body with the spear in his hand.

After a while, the shattered flesh and blood finally relieved the resentment in his heart.

The Occam Imperial Army who came to support gathered in the sound of horns, and the leading general ordered someone to come over.

Under Domi Nandi's puzzled eyes, the other party said: "My lord has said that this is the last assistance. If you die like this, you deserve it."

Some angry words, but it is an irrefutable fact.

Domi Nandy wanted to speak, but as he muttered, he felt his throat was so thirsty that it was about to smoke.

After the group of imperial troops left some supplies and food, they packed up the battlefield and left.

At the same time, a question arose in Domi Nandy's mind.

【If all of this is in the plan of His Highness the First Prince, we have also successfully lured Ans Ayer to show his feet and make a move...】

【But what method did His Royal Highness use to lure the Occam Imperial Army to help? 】

[Could it be that he secretly had some secret deal with the Occam Empire and that Willis, but when did it happen? 】

The doubts in his heart could not be answered for the time being, because Froman did not show up after the dust of the war settled.

As the sky brightened, organize the remaining captive soldiers and gather supplies.

Mi Nandi and others continued on their way.

They have no time to feel sorry for the former comrades who have been sleeping here, because there are still unknown dangers waiting for them ahead.

Until Froman returns safely to the Morilorca Empire and takes control of his faction's power, they cannot let their guard down.

Volume 103#Chapter [-] Sacrifice and their hopes

In this underground cavity that is so dark that the sky cannot be seen, it is impossible to accurately perceive the passage of time.

Especially the painful time, every minute and every second is suffering.

"Miss Huang, are you alright?"

Shanlian tried to raise her head, but was restrained by the chains on her body.

Even from the mouth, there are not many sounds that can be made.

In order to continue to exert their value, the necessary food and water intake is still kept at a minimum.

Although it is still unclear what is the ultimate purpose of that mysterious woman who kidnapped them here...

But her intuition told her that it couldn't be a good thing.

As long as you have a relationship with a cultist, no one can think about it.

It's ridiculous that when they escaped from the palace, they didn't bring anything with them.

Fantasizing about the free pastoral life in the future, did you ever feel a sense of crisis, anticipating today's ending?

Shan Lian felt a little sad in her heart, and even felt that her persistence had hurt her sister Shan Ni.

If they hadn't run away at the beginning, but had chosen to marry according to their father's wishes, they would at least have a better life than they are now.

Apart from other things, Shanlian was so ashamed that she wanted to explode on the spot and fainted just because the girl was active in certain physiological activities.

But because of the connection with the altar under her body, the pain caused kept her awake at this moment.

She had no choice but to endure her shame and open her mouth to confirm her sister's condition.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before my sister Shanny's voice came from the other end.

"Huang... Huangmei, I... I'm okay, I can hold on, how about you?"

"Relax...don't worry, Miss Huang, I...I still want to take you out of here...before then, I won't..."

clap clap clap!

A burst of mocking applause sounded out of nowhere.

interrupted their conversation.

After an unknown amount of time, the mysterious girl wearing a veil and unable to see her face came to this high altar again.

Her appearance immediately calmed the two of them down.

"It's really a touching sisterhood, and they can encourage each other under such circumstances."

"However, why do the two Empress Dowagers seem to be lacking energy? Mmm, it smells so bad, what kind of smell is this?"

While speaking, the girl approached the source of the smell of the two with a playful smile, and then gave two contemptuous sounds in the next second.

"Hey, no matter how noble the Emperor Ji is, her body is just that of a mortal..."

"No bath, no change of clothes, size anywhere like a crying child..."

In the middle of talking, she stopped.

Because the twin Diji, who used to scold her before, didn't even look at her at the moment.

If verbal stimulation can get feedback, it will naturally make people enjoy it.

But if the subject does not respond like a piece of wood, the sense of accomplishment will drop dramatically.

There may even be doubts about whether you are sick.

Finally, the mysterious girl made a gesture, and two women with pointed hats came up.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"Clean them with water-based magic, and keep their clothes still...on the altar, it will be the food of the evil gods. While keeping it clean and pure, you can't touch it."