Chapter 320 Unplanned

The count's tail echoed between the stone walls and shook the hall.

The other five counts did not seem to have responded, and the rest of the vassals also talked about it.

But Selma stared at the one-armed count, and his eyes gradually became angry again.

he……

he……

Tyres and Ian looked at each other and nodded.

"Count of Kr'Kelke," Selma couldn't hide his excitement and stuttered: "I... I thank you for your trust."

But Kelkekor jerked back!

"No," he said, bluntly, and refused to let the woman know: "I don't believe you."

Selma was a glimpse. .

"Offensively, whether it is the side that saw you six years ago, or today to attend the political day," the one-armed count slowly walked to the center of the hall, his tone with coldness:

"I have not had much expectations."

His words are spread on both sides of the hall, and there is a kind of majesty that can't help but stand.

Standing Selma's face stunned: "The Earl..."

"But I am really fed up with these farce, temptations and calculations," Kierke Gurlow said coldly:

"I don't want to pay any attention to you. I don't want to pay attention to whether you and the clown who prayed in the city have colluded beforehand to create such a scene, which makes us embarrassed very much - if we still have the shame."

Both Selma and Ian’s face changed slightly.

The expressions of the vassals are not very good looking.

Tyres bites his lower lip: Sure enough, even after a series of dazzling dramas, there are still many people who are calm and rational in Longyan City, and can see the essence at a glance.

The Brisbane did not speak, and the Count of Nazer smiled.

Kierkegael stopped.

His boots were on the ground and the sound of the reverberating hall was heard.

"But since you said this," the words of the Earl of One Arm are heavy and powerful:

"It proves: You are not willing to be a vase that is waiting to be eaten in the palace, girl."

"Right?"

The vassals issued low-pitched arguments.

The other five counts frowned.

The eye of the one-armed count stared at the female grandfather, ignoring the eyes of Count Hearst.

Kierkegael looked at the pale Selma on the steps with a face that was not close to him:

"For me, this is the only place you can take today."

Selma’s expression froze.

"Stop the sneak peek of the outsider's foot in the city of Longyan," the count was unceremonious:

"We haven't been as ugly as you think."

"Girl."

Taylor looked at the count, listening to his meaning, showing a smile.

Earl of Brisbane sighed:

"Kahn..."

But the one-armed count interrupted him.

"And I still remember that 20 years ago, we were on the day of the Fort Liberty."

The one-armed count turned and slowly said: "I am the commander of the siege war. The gangs got a lot of eternal oil from Commas, and the fire poured down. We can't attack for a long time."

Selma glimpsed.

Freedom Fort? That is……

"Until the arrival of Prince Suril..."

Kierkegael said coldly: "I still remember that at sunset, in the dilapidated military camp, in front of the scarred warrior, in front of us who was dejected, he laughed and raised the sword."

"With a fearless roar, Suril took us out of the military camp again."

"Chongke the city!"

The air in the hall seemed to condense.

The breath of the people in the north is slowly accelerating.

With hesitation and sorrow, Selma stared at the count.

"Everyone is crazy, we are wildly charged behind Suril, and there are only two options for blood coverage: broken city or war dead, there is no third way!"

"That was a big fight."

The one-armed count raised his left upper arm with only half of his left, and his deep-eyed voice calmed down: "Free Fort is broken that day."

He lowered his eyes and whispered:

"The fire burned out Suril's half face and one of my arms."

"But...God."

"The Longyan City at that time was the favorite Longyan City in my life."

"It's that simple."

There was silence in the hall.

In the next second, Count Earl Kelkeguel was cold, but did not hesitate to raise the remaining right arm:

"So, Kahn Kerkeguer promised that every man of the age of Kerry and Origami will pick up the weapon."

Only the inspiratory sounds of the vassals were left in the hall.

Boom!

The only left arm of the count was screaming in front of his chest.

"Long Yaocheng is going to fight, then let's go."

The voice of the one-armed Earl's fortitude spreads and sounds the hall.

Kierkegaul turned to his seat and the eyes of the vassals turned with him.

Selma hesitated to look at the count, silently, as if forgetting the original intention.

The girl has only pulled out a word for a long time:

"Thank you."

But Kierkegael shook his head.

"You said that you need this war, you need to recapture the glory of Longyan City?"

Kerkegauer whispered, and the words were cold:

"Then you better talk about it."

"Girl."

The voice fell and the count sat heavily on the seat.

Selma's face was dignified and he did not say a word.

The hall is quiet.

The enthusiasm of the vassals began to waver.

"Sorry, madam."

The horror brought by Kierkegael has not yet dissipated, and another boy with hesitation has opened his mouth.

"Please understand, the counts, I hope you can marry us these local families," Earl of Hearst, the golden beard sighed. "That's because...because we are the ones who really stand with you." ”

Hess, who was in his thirties, was the youngest of the counts. He raised his eyes and looked at Selma with sincerity and pain. He looked at the female tycoon who pressed the ring tightly on his chest: "But Kelke Earl Gul is right."

Selma made a slight move.

"Ms., we belong to Longyan City," Hearst looked at his lady intricately: "And those who can win glory for you are more than just outsiders who pray for the city."

With a hesitation after deep thought, Selma looked at Hearst and swallowed the opening: "Hurst..."

Boom!

Hurst waited for her to speak, and she screamed her chest with determination!

"The Hearst family and the Ironfield County will respond to your call," Earl Hearst said with a serious voice: "Lord of the Grand Duke!"

"We will fight for you."

Selma quietly looked at the second count of the count.

After a few seconds, she only came back.

"Thank you, Count Hearst," Selma took a deep breath and gently lowered his head, shaking his eyes from time to time: "I will remember it."

Hearst didn't talk, he just looked deep and stubbornly.

On the side of the Earl of Cotterson gently coughed.

"The sentence is very reasonable. Ms.: The honor and victory of Longyan City can only be maintained by us and won by ourselves."

Count Earl Cotterson stared at Ian disdainfully: "We don't welcome outsiders."

He scorned: "Prepare the place and supply - the clown, we are coming."

Ian blinked and showed a helpless expression.

Cotterson turned his head and looked at Selma with a blank expression.

"Firington will follow the rules," Count Earl Cotterson was dull, but there was no drag: "War for you, madam."

Selma calmed down, she smiled and nodded lightly: "Count of Cotson."

Kottson raised his eyebrows and nodded with disrespectful suspicion and arbitrarily responded to the female grandfather.

But no one cares about etiquette at this time.

Tyres looked at Selma from afar and exhaled.

"Oh," Count Linna came in. His words were as ugly and harsh as ever: "You know, madam, don't have to make the atmosphere so tragic and grand, I feel that we will have a funeral for you next time."

Ian smiled without a eye.

"The same is true of the wild woodland. The Linna family will fight for you," Earl Linnah blinked and glanced at the inexperienced Qiyuan City heir. This was cold and cold: "That's it."

Selma smiled: "Thank you, Count Linna."

Linna nodded slightly.

After the four counts, the vassals turned their eyes to the last and the two most important.

“As usual, the Brisbane family stood by Walton,” the Regency of Regency was as gentle and polite as usual: “Your eyes are what we are going to do.”

Selma reveals the habit of trusting expression: "Charles..."

Just at this time.

"Ha ha ha ha ha," Opposite Brisbane, Count Nazaire exaggeratedly laughed and squeaked the seat: "It turns out."

The female grandfather and the count were both confused and nervously watching him.

But Nazaire’s laughter soon fell down.

The old count quietly looked at Selma, and for the first time in his eyes there was recognition.

"Good job, ma'am," Nazaire nodded slowly, looking at Ian with deep eyes: "a good trick, from Lord Ronnie in the city of Pray."

Selma gave a slight glimpse: "Ah?"

Ian didn't care to sit back on his seat, and his expression was still annoying disdain.

Keen Tyres sighed: this old guy...

Nazer sighed: "As for you, madam..."

Selma was a little surprised and responded with a slight urgency: "Count of Nazaire, I..."

Nazel raised her hand and interrupted her.

"Okay, madam, you really surprised me," the old count sighed and looked at the old colleague who was right: "No, Charles?"

"I guess you didn't think of it?"

Brisbane just glanced at the old acquaintance coldly.

"Hey, the old guy who talks nonsense," Regent adults put out a rare indifference: "Shut up and send troops."

Nazaire laughed again.

"Ha ha ha," the old count opened his hand and looked at the female singer with emotion: "Then, the Nasir family in the sloping cemetery and Hatting County will respond to your call, as your flag goes westward. Row."

"Holt Nazaire," he said with a smile: "I am willing to fight for you."

"Dragonfly City will never walk alone."

With this sentence, the female grandfather took back the last tension.

"Thank you, Count Nazaire."

"Be careful, Selma," Nazaire put away his smile and sighed: "Your road is a trap, and we, Long Yucheng is your best weapon and the last resort."

Selma looked at the old count slyly and licked his lips as if he understood something.

"Thank you for your reminder, Count Nazaire."

Nazer is fixed to watch Selma.

"But I will still pay attention to your marriage," the old count twitched. "Don't be a good person so soon, ma'am."

Selma smiled slyly.

But what made Tyres shudder was that the Count of Nazer had glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally at a juncture where everyone did not pay attention.

Let the prince feel awkward.

Soon, with the six counts one by one, the remaining 17 vassals also reacted.

Their faces gradually became firm from doubts, and their opinions gradually unified in the whisper.

Finally, the vassals raised their heads in unison and screamed.

“The Benner family will respond to your call and go to the Freedom League, madam!”

"The Hudson family of the Snow River, fighting for the Dragon City!"

The six vassals were like the first wave of tides, followed by a wave of surges: the vassals on both sides of the hall made a statement, they will respond to the call and go to the Freedom League.

"The Steyr family will start mobilizing immediately!"

"A thousand soldiers of the Delien family are on call!"

"The Hudson family of Spear City, willing to do your best!"

Selma sat back in the seat, and the small face that was nervous and excited had a blush.

Taylor looked at her quietly, putting the stone in his heart down, revealing a rare smile.

well.

Selma.

The sound of one after another sounded in the hall, and Tyres and Ian looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, Long Yucheng will send troops to pray for the city," Tyres said with a low voice: "With this reinforcement, you can end the battle of the Freedom League in a short time."

"And at least until the end of the war, before we fight against the king, your little girlfriend doesn't have to worry about being forced to get married, or halfway down the throne," Ian patted his chest and looked at the battle. "Hell" expression:

"How, my plan is not bad?"

"I have to say that you are a good actor," Taylors loosened the palm of his hand that was pulled out of his nails: "A nasty suitor."

You, Ian.

You have provoked the death of the Dragon City since the death of King Nunn. After the female grand prince succeeded, their greatest fear - from the outside, stretched out to the hand of Long Yucheng.

Force them to stand together.

"Thank you for your compliment." Ian smiled smugly.

Yes.

In fact, it is not that complicated.

Tyres sighed: like the lesson they had in the old crows in the past few weeks, the so-called "self-defeating".

At the beginning of the founding of the country, the Northern invasion of the Star Kingdom made the kingdom of the splitting and smashing of the Exeter kingdom one, which led to the unification of the first power of the Westland.

In the **** year, Exeter's big move south makes the crumbling stars fight hard, re-establishing the royal family in suspicion and blood, and continuing the country.

Tells looked at the vassals in the hall and silently said: One of the ways to let the divided groups and forces gather is the strong stimulation from the outside.

"However, anyway, I was originally a bad person. I didn't expect to get my wife." The viscount smirked, and then turned to sympathy with a different meaning, patted the shoulders of Tyres: "It's you, hehe, Really pitiful."

Tyres has a stiff face.

what?

The voice of the Regency of Lisbon sounded up: "So, we will discuss with the city of Qiyuan..."

The prince coughed unnaturally and shifted the topic before Ian said something strange again:

"You know, I just thought of an interesting point."

Ian raised his eyebrows.

"Once the vassals die hard, they refuse to send troops," Taylors sighed. "Maybe you can really harvest a fiancee in Longyan?"

The prince's eyes are a little dignified: "Are you happier?"

At that moment, it was like someone pulling a string between two teenagers.

Their atmosphere has become tense.

The Viscount was silent for a second, then revealed his usual smile.

"Haha," Ian smiled, but his eyes were slowly focusing: "Oh, then you can misunderstand my sincerity."

Taylors narrowed his eyes: "That's good."

Ian licked his tongue.

"But I am also very curious. If the plan is not successful, the contradiction between the female grandfather and the vassal is irreparable," Ian said in an understatement: "What do you do? Take her elopement?"

It was the turn of this time that Taylors raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, this," the prince shrugged. "You know, a long time ago, a friend of Commas told me that even if you have a steady business, you must leave behind."

Ian frowned.

Tyres spit out a sigh of relief: I have to say that Exeter, or the politics of Longyan City, is really straightforward.

at least……

The northern people are ultimately Northlanders.

Tells glanced at the seats of the six counts: everyone put their chips and attitudes on the table, making things a lot easier.

Unlike...

At this time, the side door of the hero hall suddenly opened.

A nobleman who was decorated in the city of Qiyuan was anxiously coming in.

The vassals who are quietly listening to the regency arrangements in Brisbane have noticed this.

The nobleman went to the seat of the Qiyuan City Mission and took out a letter and handed it to the knight who sat in the first place, "The Death Crow" Ned Monti.

Monty immediately attracted the attention of many people: he tore open the letter, and then his face changed.

"Hey," Tyres frowned, and he yelled at Ian: "What happened?"

"That is the messenger responsible for the military transmission," Ian also looked at the scene there: "Look at his expression, the war has changed."

fighting?

Taylors was shocked: "Freedom League?"

Ian nodded uncomfortably: "Where is it?"

In the hall, more and more people have noticed newcomers.

In the next second, Monty, whose face changed suddenly, suddenly stood up!

Let everyone in the hall who is discussing the dispatch of troops be one of them.

"Sorry to interrupt."

The death crow could be said to rudely wave to the seemingly surprised Resbow regent, and the expression looked solemnly to Ian, and then stepped forward.

Nie Lai on the steps looked at the old friend's move and the pupils shrank.

Monty is a scout, and the most dangerous task is performed during the war.

Things that can make him lose his mind...

Not much.

In the doubtful eyes including the female grandfather and many vassals, Monty strode to the unknown Ian, handing out the letter, and screaming coldly: "You need to look at this immediately, then Explain with Longyan City."

When he said this, Monty’s gaze swept toward Tyres.

Tyres is a spurt: the feeling of being stared at once again comes to mind.

The prince grinned and raised his hands and took a step back: Well, I don't see it.

But things are not that simple.

"No," Ian read the letter on his hand and looked up pale: "This..."

Monty nodded blankly, and the hunter-like eyes never left Tell.

It’s like peeling him off.

Rolf felt that the situation was not right and he was close to the prince.

The other vassals in the hall exchanged their eyes in doubt, and Brisbane coughed.

Ian shuddered and let go of the letter, and Tyres noticed that he was already cold and sweaty.

Ian raised his eyes and looked at the female grandfather in the seat, then turned to Tells: "Do you know?"

That gaze is complicated, with suspicion, anger, and even struggle.

The doubtful Tyles raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what?"

Ian took a deep breath and shook his head as if to wake himself up.

"If you don't know..." The heir to the city of Qiyuan gritted his teeth: "Okay, Monty, I will be with the girl..."

Snapped!

His shoulder was immediately buckled by the death crow!

Ian shuddered and looked up at Monty in amazement.

"Now is not your waywardness, Ian," Monty's voice was very gloomy, with a sternness that could not be refused: "Long Haocheng has just promised to send troops, then they must know!"

"This is not something that can be concealed!"

Ian hesitated: "But..."

Monty has no more nonsense, he rudely grabbed the letter in the other hand: "Well, then I will come."

"Wait……"

Before Ian spoke, Monty pressed Ian, who had the six gods, to the seat.

The struggle of the latter completely ruined the knight.

From beginning to end, Taylors looked at this scene inside the city of Qiyuan with amazement.

Monty's eyes still make him scared.

what happened?

That letter, what...

At this time, the words of Regency in Regency came from far away:

"Lord Monti, we have heard your reputation for a long time."

"However, this is the heroic hall of the Seal Palace," the Regent lord caught the attention of the people. He asked faintly: "What do we need to know?"

Monty glanced at Tells again, slamming his body and facing the hall.

"Yes," the brown-haired knight raised his letter and said coldly:

"The emergency military situation just sent from the city of Qiyuan."

Earl of Nazer is condensed: "Military?"

Monty nodded and strode forward.

Tyres found that Ian was screaming with fists and his eyes patrolling between him and the woman.

"A few days ago, we detected a third-party army in the desert south of the city of Qiyuan." The death crow looked terrible, as if to see the end of the cold, "four thousand to five thousand light cavalry - - Maybe more, sure to be our enemy, come for a free alliance."

The hall was quiet.

Taylors also frowned: for a free alliance?

Wait, twenty years ago, it was Commas and White Mountain that supported the Freedom League, that is to say...

But the lords who are familiar with the military immediately seized the point.

"The cavalry in the desert? Five thousand?"

Count Earl Kelke, a shocked face, his only right arm slammed into the seat: "How is it possible?"

Monty snorted: "Not only that, but also all of them are elite, Mercedes-Benz is skilled, come and go like the wind, and look at the distance between the city of Freedom and the Freedom."

Almost all the vassals frowned.

The female grandfather looked at his regent in a blank look.

"The sand thieves, the ridiculous tribes and the orcs can't have cavalry of this size. Commas's direction is not right. There is no such power in the golden corridor..." Brisbane, who is familiar with geography, looked at Monty with a dignified look: "In the end Where is the cavalry?"

The death crow spits out a breath, chews his teeth, and his expression is awkward.

"This is what I want to say," Monty said, holding a letter and saying: "They should have traveled from the southeast through a desert."

The vassals have been shocked!

Tyres frowned and quickly recalled the geography of the mainland: the west of the city is the Freedom League, and the south is the desert, the cavalry that appears in the desert, if it comes from the southeast...

Wait, southeast?

Crossing a desert?

That is not...

But before he could wait for his smooth relationship, Monty, who had a stern look, roared: "The flag of the cavalry is white and blue..."

"Silver Cross Double Star."

At that moment, Taylors clearly and clearly felt that his heart was shaking.

Oops!

The hall was quiet for a moment.

The next second, the steady Resbow Regency can no longer maintain the image, he trembled and stunned to Monty: "What?"

In the meantime, from the top to the bottom of the hall, from the eyes of the female grandfather to the vassal, the eyes of the guards from the imperial city to the guards of the Yingling Palace are all subconsciously brushed and turned!

Turning to that, the only guest who is incompatible with this hall.

Monty's next words, like coming from the horizon, faintly evoked in Tels's ear: "Yes, things are already clear."

"The strong support behind the Freedom League, including the behind-the-scenes envoys who rebelled against Exeter..."

Just listen to the death crows faintly:

"Star Kingdom."

At that moment, faced with countless shocks, doubts, and hostile eyes...

The star-studded, eccentric star prince can only hear his heart...

Beating violently.

(End of this chapter)