Chapter 1320 Future Direction

pray?

This thought caused everyone present to shake their heads in silence. They prayed to the gods when they felt powerless. This was definitely not Caledor's style.

Maybe one day the gods can play some role, but most people hope that it will be at critical moments, rather than always causing trouble for believers on weekdays.

In order not to damage Adira's face, Oliveira did not refuse on the spot, but said politely: "I will try. Asuryan controls the fate of all of us. If Your Majesty lowers the curtain, I firmly believe that God will God will help the order race to overcome the difficulties."

After the matter was over, Oliveira turned to the side and shook his head to the Flame Knight beside him, indicating that he had something to talk about alone: ​​"Carol, I hope to know more specifically about His Majesty's whereabouts."

This was an excuse, but Carol still nodded and left with Oliveira.

After leaving the Phoenix King's camp and encountering the accompanying guards, Carol couldn't help but nod in greetings. Although they were a little unhappy with each other, etiquette still existed after they had been together for hundreds of years.

Oliveira took out a wooden stick, and while Carol frowned and waved, he lit up the halfling tobacco, a specialty of Muttling. His expression was in a trance, as if he was hosting a smokers' conference hosted by Masnot.

"I like to see you like this, but not everyone is like the Flame Knight, who only needs to do some dirty work for His Majesty... I heard that the palace passed a decision to provide additional subsidies for disabled veterans?"

"It was passed half a year ago. His Highness Draknir supervises and presides over the flow of this fund. The source is mostly from his personal mining income in Nagaros."

"I also hope he can pass a bill to subsidize overseas soldiers, such as arranging fellowships for us."

After chatting for a while, Carol didn't speculate too much about Oliveira's purpose, and asked in the most direct way.

"What are you worried about? I don't think the elves will suffer any obvious losses in this war. Let the humans and dwarves struggle. We only need to provide some negligible help.

Instead of intensifying the conflict with Creon like just now, or..."

Carol hesitated slightly and said in a somewhat speculative tone: "Is this the will of the Lord of Blades?"

"The Lord of Blades never said anything to me. He only guided me to make my sword sharper and to move forward in battle...I was worried about other things. Your Majesty, because of a meeting, stayed in the old world like this. A long experience?”

"One hundred and forty years ago..."

"Magnus is about to die. The elf doctor has mentioned to the dragon court many times that the human emperor can live for at most ten years. To the elves, ten years are fleeting, but Magnus is one of the few that His Majesty has Recognized human beings, that two-year visit might as well be called a trip.”

Under Carol's puzzled gaze, Oliveira took a deep breath from her pipe and exhaled the turbid gas: "I'm worried that Ulthuan's next focus will be entirely on the old world... The elves have offended too many The interests of the forces, just imagine, in the future, the greenskins in the mountains on the edge of the world, the tomb skeletons in the southern desert, the rats in the withered swamps, the monsters in the northern wasteland, the hoofed beasts in the forest, the Bretonnian knights...all will be The spearhead is aimed at Ulthuan, how should we respond?"

"This is not a problem we should consider. If any race refuses to obey, the elves can wipe out all enemies!"

This is pride and self-confidence. The Flameborn Knight has never doubted that the elves have the power to fight against the world. The only reason why His Majesty did not start a war of conquest was the threat of the dark gods.

But if one day, when the Phoenix King drives out the dark gods, this world will completely become the kingdom of elves.

"Okay... let's change the topic. I need to meet the warrior of Karak Dreadnaught who was previously canonized by His Majesty."

Carroll's eyebrows drooped, as if mentioning these human beings made him very unhappy: "I need to remind you that although His Majesty conferred the title on the spot, he did not inform the archives manager North. Judging from the rules of the royal court, this It’s just a verbal commendation, no substantive award.”

"Now...haven't you figured it out yet, Carol? How many years has it been since the elves produced a worthy warrior or hero?"

"They just lacked a proper opportunity."

"But the right opportunities are always extremely rare and difficult to encounter in a lifetime! We must support human heroes who can help Karl Franz stabilize the order of the empire, just like Rascal!"

When mentioning the general, the Flameborn knight rarely remained silent. He finally shook his head and said that this would inevitably bring serious consequences. If Katerin hadn't tortured Kislev too much, Raskol almost lost his life. Got control.

"Yes, but don't do stupid things with His Majesty's name. The Flameborn Knights have the obligation to safeguard the honor of the monarch... The power of command is irrelevant. We cannot sit idly by and watch things that undermine the majesty of the royal family."

"Don't forget, I'm still the Blade of Caledor and I won't be stupid enough to demean myself."

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Lying on the cot, Mork would always think back to the scene at that time. In order to guide the direction of the Elf Cavalry's attack, the group of them used a method that was almost a human bomb to force their way through the green boy battle group.

Sigma must have seen the courage of the sons of the Empire, giving them supreme power to resist evil. They are so convinced that even if they die, as long as they can dedicate the final victory to the Empire and the Rick Griffin flag, they will never live up to it. The emperor's high hopes.

But what really shocked Mock was the elf who single-handedly attacked the enemy group. He never thought that someone would take away the lives of more than a dozen greenskins just by waving a spear.

The handsome warhorse was high-strung, and its hooves stepped on the enemy's head, crushing the hard head into pieces...

The powerful footsteps made Mok slightly tilt his head, twist his painful body, and ask the visitor with a reluctant smile on his face.

"His Majesty Franz will definitely..."

"Mok, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I reported the matter of the warriors to Knight Kelly, and he also relayed the original words to Emperor Franz... But apart from the twelve of us, there is no one to prove it. The dragon prince who saved us only said that he obeyed the order of the Phoenix King and took us away."

The companion's slightly disappointed tone, along with the creaking sound of the camp bed, finally turned into helplessness: "His Majesty Franz will reward us in his personal name, and each brother can get a lot of land in Uberrick... The pensions of Boss Derrick and others will be issued according to normal specifications."

"Really..." Mok's face turned pale, and finally he opened his arms as if relieved, and lay on the camp bed without strength.

He laughed at himself in his heart. After all, we are just small characters. We are not qualified to ask the Phoenix King for evidence directly. It is good enough to get a lot of land.

Except for the sacrifice of Boss Derrick, are the deaths of others worthless? The same pension may be right... (End of this chapter)