Chapter 68 The Wheel of Hatred
returned to the manor and came to the same room with Agathel. There was no excessive politeness. The two were very familiar with each other. Imric asked directly, "What did the investigation reveal?
" Thrall took off his winged helmet, revealing a typical Caledonian face, with high forehead and sharp eyes, "I carefully investigated all the prince's journey from the War Council of Lothern to Nagaryth. ."
"The prince set out from Wind Howling City and ordered Uncle Randy to garrison the kingdom. After joining Eldra, he passed through Elion from the Eagle Gate and marched quickly to the Phoenix Gate. He rested there for a day, and then directly met up with the Shadow King. Druzi."
"The biggest suspicion is at the Phoenix Gate. It was the only place that the people accompanying him could not be sure about. In order to get rid of Druzi as soon as possible, the prince did not choose to pass through the Dragon Gate." "Where are the old man's guards
? ?" The current Dragon Prince frowned. When the Dragon Prince is about to enter the battlefield, he will not be accompanied by a Dragon Prince riding a war horse. He will be accompanied by at least three high-level Dragon Princes' bodyguards. This is the lowest level for Prince Caledor when he goes on an expedition. protection standards.
When accompanying them, there were first the hundreds of dragon princes from the periphery, then the high-level dragon princes, and finally the dragon mage from the Flame Tower. This was not something that just anyone could infiltrate.
Theoretically, the Shadow King has this ability as the Chosen of Loic, but Caledor has fought countless joint battles with him over thousands of years, and Caledor is more willing to do so than other kingdoms. Believe in these Nagaris who are like Druchi.
"This is the strange thing. I have contacted several people who served as the prince's bodyguards. Even when they were sleeping, they were in the same room with the prince and did not leave even half a step. When Carter was at the Phoenix Gate, he was also in the prince's room. The bedroom is cast with powerful magic."
At this time, Agathel also looked solemn. He was the attendant of the former prince. The prince gradually trained him from a young boy who was not good at martial arts to the current general of Semen. For him, , if he could, he would not hesitate to block the daggers of those Druchi assassins for the prince.
"And, there is a very strange place."
"Say."
Agathel found a map of Ulthuan from the side, spread it out on the table, and pointed to the main city of Nagaryth - Tal. At the location next to Anlek, "The prince wanted to deal with the landing Druzi here at once, and informed me of the time. I have already led people from the Dragon Gate to prepare to meet the prince." "The fighting time is available
. Two days earlier than planned, Druchi took the initiative to launch a suicide attack. When I arrived with my people, the prince had already died in the battle." As he spoke, Agathel clenched his fists
and spoke in an angry tone. He saw with his own eyes the accompanying The corpse of the elder he grew up in is not an easy thing for anyone to let go of. He will always blame himself for not getting rid of the princes from other countries who wanted to take the opportunity to expand their influence after the death of the Eternal Queen. Put him under house arrest.
The Dragon Prince looked at the gates on the map of Ulthuan, especially the Phoenix Gate, and asked, "Who is Tyril, the general of the Phoenix Gate?" Upon hearing the Dragon Prince's inquiry,
Agathel also explained his characteristics in a concise and concise manner. , "A typical Lothern person."
He crossed his arms and pondered for a long time, and neither of them spoke.
Imric spoke first, with a solemn and serious tone, "I want you to send all the Caledorian soldiers from the Dragon Gate back to the country within the next year, no matter what the reason, even you."
Looking at Agathel in front of him and the winged helmet he placed on the table, "I also want to return to Caledor." "
Tell me the reason." Agathel was not angry because the Dragon Prince arranged his affairs without authorization. As a military fortress, their order of battle belongs to the Phoenix King's Court, not to the kingdoms. In theory, his status in the War Council is equal to that of the prince, and he does not need to obey the prince's instructions.
"There is a Druchi spy lurking in the Phoenix Court. The old man and the Eternal Queen both died because of him."
After hearing this, Agthel's body trembled a little, and he suppressed his excitement and stared at the front of him. The Dragon Prince, as the attendant of Prince Mikhail, he was familiar with Imric, even if he and Edtelis were younger, they would be Imrik's attendant, but he did not directly ask the spy Who it is, it is a matter of the giant dragon gate.
"You should know the consequences of doing this. Caledor will lose a great say in Ulthuan."
The positions of various Saimen are scrambled by every kingdom. As long as they can get them, they can achieve great political results. A huge advantage, even in the election of the Phoenix King, the tendency of General Semen is also a very important reference.
"I know, but more than this right to speak, what I value more is the life of every Caledonian." Agathel did not immediately answer whether he agreed with this idea.
Instead, he picked up the winged helmet on the table and planned to leave. Just before he opened the door, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Imric, find that dirty Druzi spy. I want to see it with my own eyes." Seeing him die in front of me, hanging on the dragon fire lance, his soul being ravaged by the strong winds of the Dragon Spine Mountains." "
I promise."
After receiving the answer, Agthel walked out, comparing the honor of the winged helmet, What he wanted even more was to see the spy die in front of him. Even if he died, he would still be tortured.
He was also a little bored with his position as the general of the Dragon Gate. Every day he was mediating the conflicts between the princes and soldiers of the kingdoms under his command. It was far less enjoyable than charging with the blood-connected brothers in Caledor. Since Imric He didn't care about the right to speak, and he didn't want to ask any more questions.
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In Prince Airion's manor, Gilgalion looked at the two visitors from the Phoenix King's Court in front of him with an indifferent expression.
"What do you mean by Fenubar? Looking down on the people of Elion so much?"
A man in casual clothes tried to ease the situation with a smile. Since the two of them explained to Gilgalion that Fenubar would support it, who knew about this wild horse? Completely ungrateful, even very angry.
"Prince Gilgarion doesn't want those Caledans to win either, considering the supplies of the ten thousand war horses..."
Who knew that Gilgarion stood up and drew his sword directly, pointing at the person who spoke.
"This is a matter between Elion and Caledor. It doesn't need to be dealt with by lowly politicians like you who don't even know what honor is. Get out of my manor before I change my mind." He was confused by Gilgarion's words
. Very embarrassed, the two could only bow and salute, and emphasized again before leaving, "This time the Caledonians will not win. This is your Majesty's wish."
Gilgarion withdrew his sword, although he wanted to win from the Caledonians. He may gain benefits and even reputation, but as a warrior, his basic sense of honor still occupies his soul.
Fenubar's words mean that Elion will win without any doubt. The venue, horses, equipment, food, referees... there are countless ways to make the Caledonians withdraw. If it is the nature of a warrior, he should immediately Explain this to Imrik, and then organize a duel alone to avoid any interference.
But when he saw the Pegasus emblem on the roof, he hesitated. The value of ten thousand horses...
"Let him do as he wishes. It's time for Caledonians to learn some lessons." Prince Elion closed his eyes. , it seems that this can resolve the conflict between his warrior soul and his identity as a prince, and escape this undesirable world.
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In a manor in Lothern, Italis was holding a glass of wine and sipping it elegantly. Although he had almost lost his sense of taste due to the traces of magic, he could not appreciate the taste of this expensive wine at all. He only felt a taste in his mouth. A kind of liquid flows through him, but he still does it, trying to perfectly integrate into this vain society. This kind of disguise is just the most basic technique.
A man walked into the darkness of the room, his voice hoarse, "The false king will do something in the tournament to let Elion win." After
saying that, the figure disappeared, as if he had never been here.
Italis stared at the glass of wine in his hand that was as viscous as blood, raised the glass to the portrait of the conquering king, and said quietly, "Salute to you, Dragon Prince and Dragon Lord of Caledor." (End of this chapter.
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