I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 192

Buller Mathias was lucky because Anson didn't have time to see him.

Of course, it was also unfortunate in a sense - which meant that the job of interrogating him would only be given to the only specialist in the Storm Division, a former Guards officer, a grenadier commander who hated the extra work and hassle. Lieutenant Colonel Bian.

After being betrayed by a group of loyal subordinates, the pure-blood elf knight, who originally thought he could "persist", decisively decided to be an honest and good person in front of the execution chair and a row of soldiers holding Leopold. From the number of the fortress unit to the city defense of the Royal Court, it is very cooperative with the work of the former guards officers.

Fabian, who was satisfied with his curiosity, was quite satisfied with this - as expected, there were only zero and countless times of surrendering and being a traitor. When he was in Eaglehorn City, this one was a little shy, but this time he was obviously more skilled. They all learned to answer.

As for His Excellency the deputy commander of a certain legion, he is really busy right now.

Of course, it was good to be able to conquer Antlers Fortress without paying too many casualties, but this "surprise" that was completely unexpected by everyone also brought a lot of trouble and completely disrupted Anson's plan.

According to his wishful thinking at the beginning, the storm division only needs to launch a feint against the Antlers Fortress, and it will surely alarm the thirteen councils that have just controlled the royal court.

The other party launched a coup d'etat in a hurry - at least according to the information obtained by the Storm Division - no matter how many troops there are, they will definitely do anything to save the fortress.

In this way, the storm division only needs to surround the Antler Fortress, even if the task is successfully completed.

What? Still have to conquer the royal court of Iser, and take down the old gods of the Thirteenth Council of the self-exposed?

It is the work of the Church of Order to destroy the old gods that destroy the faith and stability of the world of order. What does it have to do with me, the deputy commander of a small army?

On the letterhead sent by Archbishop Luther Franz, it was clearly written in black and white that the mission of the Southern Legion was to "besiege the Thirteenth Council, which is trying to seize power and change the faith of the Elven Kingdom of Iser".

Siege...not to destroy, let alone besiege the royal court of Iser, right?

So does it matter whether the siege location is the Royal Court or the Antler Fortress?

As long as it is determined that it is the Thirteenth Council that is besieged, it does not matter where it is.

That's why the little secretary had to come over in person to persuade Ansen to leave, but Ansen resolutely decided to implement such a risky battle plan and to get ahead of Ludwig at all costs.

Since Archbishop Luther's letter did not mention that the Old God Sect must be exterminated, then in order to get the final reward, it is enough to strictly follow the literal meaning of the order.

Even more extreme, sending only one company of light cavalry to the royal court of Iser, and planting the standard of the Storm Division outside the city, can be regarded as a literal completion of the mission...

Whoops, off topic.

But now, the situation of "laying down and winning" to get the reward has completely disappeared with the fall of Antler Fortress - since the last line of defense of the Royal Court of Iser has been conquered, then it is natural to attack the Royal Court.

After all, no matter how arrogant the enemy is, it is impossible to be foolish enough to give up the city they have acquired and attack a fortress that is impregnable.

So the question is, with the storm division only 5,000 people, is it possible to besiege the royal court of Iser?

Of course not.

It was a capital city of 200,000 to 300,000 people—or the Isel elves—with six gates, twelve permanent artillery fortresses, moats, and complete fortifications.

Even if the defense was weakened due to the civil strife, the five thousand people of the Storm Division alone would not be able to block such a large city, let alone attack directly.

So Anson and Carl Bain had to do it all over again and formulate a battle plan from scratch - no need to think about encirclement and frontal assault, and a deterrent feint is still possible.

"So why are you here?"

Under the gate of the Antlers Fortress, Louis Bernard, with a confused expression, looked at Anson Bach standing beside him, his clear pupils reflected the other person hugging his shoulders with a relaxed look: "You shouldn't be at the command now. Or in some room with a map, working out a battle plan with your staff officers?"

"What about you?" Anson asked back:

"The war is over, why do you have to come?"

"The battle that belongs to the Expeditionary Force is over, but mine...not yet."

Louis said sternly, with a very determined expression on his delicate face: "As a knight of the Ring of Order, let me watch the old **** sect rampage, slaughter innocent believers, and usurp a kingdom that was originally extremely pious... I can't do it. !"

"But it's not in the interests of the Empire." Anson shrugged.

"As a knight, and a talented knight with the power of blood, the first consideration should be the interests of the entire 'Order World'!"

Louis, with his eyes wide open, looked at Anson very seriously: "We are gifted and born noble; this is not only a difference of status, but also a responsibility; to maintain the order and beliefs of the world, It is the innate obligation of every gifted person!"

"It is true that this seems to be against the interests of the emperor, and allies who were originally close to the empire may fall to Clovis because of this; but even this must be done. This is a principle, and it is also the existence of talent and bloodline power. meaning."

"If the talent who inherited the bloodline is no longer noble, no longer leads and protects the weak and helpless people, no longer maintains the order of this world..."

"If that's the case, then what's the difference between us and our enemies—the old gods who use power to bully others and feel superior to others by relying on strength?"

Louis murmured, a light flashing in his clear pupils.

Anson didn't speak to interrupt him, and in silence took out the pocket watch in his pocket and pretended to check the time.

"I know you don't care about that... Clovis people have always only valued practicality, often ignoring the more important meaning of the business itself, and doing ridiculous things; living in such an environment, of course, is not your fault." Louis. Smile:

"But I know one thing."

"what?"

"You are a good person."

Anson Bach: "..."

"More importantly, you are very rational." Louis said sternly: "If it weren't for you, the imperial expedition would be over."

"It's just possible." Anson smiled:

"But if that's the case, I...and the entire vast land must be finished."

"Exactly."

Louis agrees very much with this - based on his knowledge of the emperor, if the expeditionary army is really wiped out, it is absolutely impossible to endure this level of "humiliation" and not implement any means of revenge.

And if the Empire really retaliates without regard for its face, I don't know if the Kingdom of Clovis will be able to turn against the wind because of this.

"Among the people I know, most of them can exercise restraint until they succeed, but very few won't be carried away by victory." Louis said with emotion:

"It makes no sense to say this, but if Commander-in-Chief Casper hadn't lost his mind after defeating the Legion of the Fargods, and if the advance army occupying the port of Carindia had not been swept away by the easily defeated enemy... This War of the Fargod , may be another ending."

"You... are you complimenting me?"

Anson looked at him uncertainly.

"Of course, and I think you deserve it." Louis nodded as a matter of course:

"We are friends, so what's the problem with praising a friend's lofty character?"

"Speaking of friends, where did your 'loud' friend go, why didn't he come with you?"

"Are you talking about Arthur?" Louis smiled knowingly, completely unaware that Anson was changing the subject:

"He really wanted to come with him, but I refused; the prisoners returning from the expedition can't be without any protection, and for some reason, he seems to be a little afraid of a little girl next to you."

"Lisa?"

"Well, it seems to be called this name, and he swears that he will never judge others based on his appearance in his life." Louis nodded, with a little more relief in his expression:

"Although I don't know why, the lovely Miss Lisa seems to have helped him develop a good habit."

"...Yes, she has always been helpful." Anson smiled reluctantly.

The corners of Louis' mouth were slightly raised, but he quickly returned to his original appearance: "More importantly, this is my battle."

"Your fight?"

Anson put away his pocket watch.

"The Thirteenth Council, the Iser Elf Royal Family... I know what your goals are." Louis stared at Anson's eyes, earnestly as if a sharp blade was hidden in his clear pupils:

"I can help you, Anson Bach, I can help you; letting a group of old gods control the elven kingdom of Iser is the last thing everyone wants to see."

No, as far as I know, a novelist especially hopes, although he may have repented now... Anson nodded slightly: "Then what help can we get from you?"

"I don't mean to offend you, but if it's just a talent, it doesn't seem to be of much help."

"Of course, I know." Louis nodded lightly, his expression seemed to have been expected:

"But as you know, I once served as the chief instructor and commander-in-chief of the Iser Guard Corps, and I know the entire city defense of the royal court."

"This counts as one, but I don't need it anymore - the officer prisoner of Antler Fortress has already said everything that can be said."

"Then they even praised the cathedral and the palace structure?" Louis asked rhetorically.

Um? !

The shocked An Sen's pupils shrank suddenly, but he quickly regained his composure:

"I guess... your help didn't come without a price."

"It's not the price, it's the condition." Louis shook his head:

"I want to save an elf."

"Who?" Anson asked.

Taking a deep breath, the young knight who paused said sternly:

"Freya Mosesfield."

An Sen was stunned for a moment: "You, what you said is..."

"Yes, you heard right...it's her." Louis sighed:

"It was the old god-sect caster who ambushed your boss Ludwig Franz in the cliff fortress, and overstepped the self-proclaimed Queen Iser Elf, Freya Mosesfield."

"Then...you...are going to save her?"

Anson still couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Louis said softly, once again saying that he did not hear it wrong:

"Of course, you don't need to do anything, just don't stop me when necessary, or take the initiative to hurt her; if there is really no way, I will defeat her together with you."

"Help me, if you want to raid Iser's Royal Court, I will take you into the Cathedral of Praise and the Royal Palace, and rescue the Elf King who was imprisoned by the Thirteenth Council."

"...I don't seem to have said that we are going to raid the Royal Court of Iser."

"Yes, but you don't have a second option." Louis smiled slightly:

"You only have 5,000 people. It's okay to besiege Antlers Fortress, but it's a fantasy to surround the royal court of Isel; in this case, if you don't want to let this battle feat become someone else's thing, the best choice is to While the Thirteenth Council has yet to gain a firm foothold, launch a surprise attack."

"But a frontal attack is destined to cause a lot of unnecessary casualties. You are a knight who is very heavy on the lives of his subordinates; in this case, the best choice for you is to raid the royal court and rescue the elf king...Isn't it?"

The smiling Anson didn't answer right away.

Looking at the light-hearted Louis Bernard in front of him, for a moment, Anson suddenly missed him when he was in Fort Thunder; how cute and simple Louis was at that time, never speculating on other people's thoughts.

Do honest people change too?

"I can promise you." An Sen, who was smiling, resisted the loss in his heart: "Of course, the premise is that we will really raid the royal court in the end."

The young knight didn't say anything more, his expression was calm and indifferent, only the tender eyes and the flash of the corners of his mouth revealed his mood at the moment.

"Oh yes, there is one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Anson asked sullenly.

"Your business." Louis winked at him:

"You haven't told me why you're here instead of some room with a map of Ysir's court?"

"Oh, you said that."

An Sen suddenly realized, raised the pocket watch in his hand and waved it towards Louis: "Because today is October 25th."

"October 25th..."

The young knight was stunned~www.mtlnovel.com~ frowned slightly and said, "What does this have to do with the date?"

"It has a lot to do with it." Anson raised the corners of his mouth:

"According to the order of the Army, today is the last day of my deadline."

"……Then?"

"Then strictly follow the literal meaning of the order. What I want to do is not to 'raid', but to 'surround' the Royal Court of Iser." An Sen said solemnly:

"In other words, there is someone else who really wants to raid the royal court, destroy the Thirteenth Council, and rescue the Elven King of Iser."

Before he finished speaking, a harsh bugle sounded from the top of the city tower—it was an alarm that an unknown armed force was approaching.

The two people under the city wall were stunned for a moment at the same time, looking up and looking out; two flags appeared on the horizon in the distance; one was a blood-colored unicorn, and the other...

is the ring of order.

Chapter end

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