Invade the white dove

Chapter 118 Breaking Dawn 8

It is foolish to go to war in winter.

The cold winter of the Kurosawa Continent does not show favor to anyone, no matter they are the party upholding justice or the evil devil.Numerous battles have proved that in winter, the only thing that can be conquered is small and arrogant human beings.

The wind and snow blocked the road and slowed down the speed of information transmission. By the time the news came that the six kingdoms had assembled their troops, Duke Duke had already rested in Stanislav for half a month.

Kyle flipped through the parchments handed over by the spies one by one. On the paper, the scenes of soldiers from the Six Kingdoms marching towards Garman were roughly sketched in charcoal——

In the northernmost frozen land country, soldiers are wrapped in thick furs and riding pony horses, struggling to move forward in the storm; in the kingdom of Azik, which borders the southern border of Gaman, everyone has colorful paintings on their faces. Ornaments, with bird feather hats on their heads, and bone daggers in hand, walking loosely; besides, there are those who ride on the back of elephants, with only shotguns and spears; Come, nibbling ale frozen into ice cubes on an icebreaker; and wrapping yourself in animal skins, and rearranging troops every mile to keep the soldiers from being exposed to the cold wind.

Kyle flipped through the ridiculous scenes, and casually threw the sketch papers to Utur who was sitting beside him: "Look, this is the regular army of the Six Kingdoms, there are no mercenaries, what are they? Neither."

As early as the day Duke Duke brought the news to Lion Castle, Kyle summoned all the mercenary lords in the Black Marsh Continent, promising that as long as they would not intervene in the war, the Garman Empire would give them three times the commission.

No one would refuse such an offer, and it was easier to earn money than a prostitute.So when the envoys of the six kingdoms found the mercenary leader who was having fun, all the answers the envoys got were cold and heartless "fuck off".

Mercenaries have no faith, and their only pursuit is money and women, and sometimes men—such as the asses of the envoys of the Six Kingdoms.

When the mercenary leader tied up the envoys who had been ravaged beyond human form and handed them over to Kyle, the young king's bright smile was even more dazzling than Stanislav's scorching sun: "When this war is won, you will be the leader of the Garman Empire." Supreme general."

Utur cut off the heads of six envoys, wrapped them in a thin woolen blanket woven with gold thread, put them neatly into a black lacquered wooden box, hung them with exquisite golden locks, and handed them over to the long-awaited Soldier.

Six guards flew on their horses, and with a whistle, the horses turned around and galloped away in six different directions.

"What do you think the six kings will look like when they see this gift?" Kyle lay leisurely on the throne, touched the skull pattern on the armrest, and swayed gently with his left leg on the other armrest with.

"I'm afraid I'll pee my pants." Utur took the silk handkerchief that Hassan handed over, and carefully wiped the remaining blood on the rusty sword.

"Hmph." Kyle let out a chuckle through his nose, and casually glanced at the sword that had been wiped many times, but it was still rusty like a blood-soaked sword. He still couldn't figure out why his Duke I want to use this rusty to rotten sword as the sword of oath.

It suddenly occurred to him that at that time, "Utur" was still "Ulis".

Did Julius have already planned at that time that when the sword completely rotted, it would no longer be his knight of Kyle Mulder?

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

"This sword is too ugly, go to my treasure house and change it." Kyle ordered.

Utur's arm froze, and the blade slashed across his fingertips, cutting open a red wound.

He was willing to obey every instruction of the king, but only this instruction, for some reason, he resisted from the bottom of his heart.

He quickly withdrew his hand and put it between his lips. The rusty smell permeated his mouth, like a spoon dropped into the soup, disturbing his stagnant thoughts.

— "Ulysses, if you like pain, well, I'll give it to you."

A melodious sound like the sound of a zither rang in his ears, followed by dense tingling pains in his abdomen.But mixed with the smell of blood, it was a cold and soft kiss.

——"Rose vine, arm yourself with poisonous thorns all over your body, and only bloom in the coldest wind. Ulysses, don't let me see you hurt again. This is a warning."

—"Ulysses..."

this voice...

Ever since I accompanied Kyle to visit the dungeon that day, this voice has often rang in my ears like the whispers of the devil.

The prisoner who was guarded by the highest standards of the empire.

What is the beginning?

Utur frowned slightly, his thumb knuckles resting on his chest.

It was like this again, every time he thought of the prisoner's eyes, his heart would ache, as if being repeatedly turned with a knife, the pain made him unable to continue thinking.

He took a deep breath, subconsciously clenched the blade of the rusty sword, and the pain in his chest strangely eased a lot, so he was able to think of the eyes of the prisoner looking at him in the dungeon.

Those azure blue eyes filled with the ocean, filled with the faint blue sky that he shouldn't have seen but always saw in his dreams, and also filled with an impenetrable affection that he couldn't understand.

The prisoner looked at him like he was looking at a forgetful lover, with reproaches in his eyes—not that he blamed the other party for forgetting himself, but that he blamed himself for his own incompetence.

why?

He obviously didn't know the prisoner.After all, with such an outstanding appearance, once you see it, you will never forget it.

Utur tried to piece together the face of the prisoner in his mind, but found that he couldn't remember anything except the eyes.

His memory is excellent, almost photographic, but at this moment, when he tried his best to recall the face that was more handsome than the sculpture, his brain deliberately opposed him.

That prisoner, what does he look like?

what is his name?

what is his name?

Why can't I remember?

In the pain that almost shattered his soul, Utur gasped for breath.

Kyle's voice gradually became muffled, as if it was covered with a layer of cowhide, but his ears were occupied by his own faster and faster heartbeat, thump, thump, pounding on his chest fiercely.

Utur grasped the rust sword tightly, blood flowed into the blood groove, and was silently absorbed by the rust sword.

"Utur? What's wrong with you?"

The king's voice sounded in his ears, and Utur came back to his senses, only to realize that his face had become wet.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I..." The almost suffocating pain disappeared without a sound, and the flustered emotions flashed by. Utur wanted to wipe the tears off his face with his hands, but his nose was covered by the smell of blood.

He stared blankly at his hand, and the fingers cut by the rusty sword began to ache slowly.

A handkerchief still scented with roses was handed over.

Utur looked at the four-winged golden lion embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, and carelessly wiped the blood that kept dripping from his hand.

"Are you worried about the coming war?"

Kyle walked to Utur at some point and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Hassan promptly delivered the hemostatic powder.

The young king patiently spread the powder on Utur's hand, then held his hand on his knee, opened the handkerchief, folded it into a long strip two fingers wide, and wrapped it carefully around Utur's finger. Belly, tied a neat bow on it, and finally raised his chin quite proudly, like a teenager showing off his proud work.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Utur smiled.

Kyle looked into his eyes and touched the wet corners of his eyes with his fingertips: "My Utur, there is nothing worth your tears."

Utur nodded, and turned his eyes back to the marching map on the desktop: "In terms of military strength alone, the six kingdoms combined are not as good as Gaman. What I am worried about now is the motley army that Duke Duke mentioned ..."

Hearing this, the young king stood up from the throne, and the soles of his high-heeled boots touched the marble floor. Suddenly, echoes of "da" and "da" sounded in the empty meeting hall: "The common people don't have the physique of soldiers, most of them will die in the In the snowstorm. Even if they finally attack the king city, the city wall of Stanley has been reinforced according to the style of the Odong city wall, and we can hold on to the city for half a year."

"Half a year." Utur repeated, "The bad weather in Stanis will wear down their will."

"That's right." Kyle put his hands behind his back and chuckled, "Their false gods have never appeared in any battle, and Tatos can't intervene in human affairs now. But a contest."

It was noon in Stanley, and the sun was warm on the pointed tower of the drawing room.The diamond-shaped windows made of countless pieces of tiny glass reflect brilliant spots of light.Kyle stood in the middle of the hall, with his chin raised slightly, the sun shining through the glass, reflecting the bright color of pigeon blood and the brilliance of topaz on his face.

Utur stood behind Kyle, kneeling in the shadow of His Majesty the King, speechless for a long time.

"We will drag them down, and the Black Zee Continent will eventually be unified in your hands." He finally said.

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The poor people who set off from the east bank couldn't even see the outline of the mainland on the other side, so they were stopped by General Roman who was stationed in the capital of Nice.

On the other side of the strait, under the bombardment of the Laman Bay fortress, the slow-moving icebreaker finally sank to the bottom of the sea with a groan.

One after another, the heads fell on the ice, and the left ear was cut off by the machete, which was used as a certificate for the Garman soldiers to receive meritorious service.

When the good news came from Nice, Kyle was throwing the tortoise sculpture on the west side of the map representing the Rido Kingdom to the ground. The tortoise's head hit the floor and snapped off from the neck.

"It's only been a month, and yet another kingdom that clamored to drive me off the throne fell to pieces." Kyle smiled with satisfaction, "Tatos, you've done a good job."

Even though the demons couldn't show up in daylight now, that didn't mean Tatos didn't do anything.The military report sent by General Roman described in detail that whenever Gaman's flag was raised in the air, at least one-third of the soldiers would turn their horses' heads on the spot, wanting to run away like hell.

The seed called "fear" had already taken root in the enemy army.

There was a movement of darkness in the shadows, and the portrait of the tall man with black long hair and pale skin suddenly bulged out on the mural, with a pair of curved horns on his head, his slender fingers pinched together lightly, "pop" With a snap of his fingers, the eight candles on the candlestick burned at the same time, completely illuminating the bloody night.

"For you, my lord."

Tatos held Kyle's hand, and the king's slender arm crossed the border of Austria and East on the map, all the way down to the southeast, and stopped on the mouse wood carving representing the "Kingdom of Tomand".

Kyle flicked his index finger, and the mouse rolled and fell to the ground with a thud.

Now, there are only mud piles representing the Tundra Kingdom and orangutan wood carvings representing the Azik Kingdom left on the map.

"There are still two victories to be fought." Kyle tilted his head, hooked Tatos' neck, his eyes fell on the demon's pale lips, and he hummed softly from his throat.

"We will win, Your Majesty." The demon kissed Kyle's exposed earlobe, grabbed His Majesty's sapphire earrings with his canine teeth, and gently tore them off.

Kyle unbuttoned his vest, and the devil's hand immediately pinched his waist. The monarch of the empire rested his arms on the table, and rubbed his belly on the territory that would eventually belong to him.

The shadows of the two overlapped.

With two "slaps" and "clicks", the mud blocks and orangutan sculptures knocked off by Kyle hit the corner of the table, and they lapped twice on the ground intact.The orangutan was on his back, with his arms raised beside his ears, as if he was listening to the heavier breathing in the room.

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The "will win" flag is raised high