Chapter 356: With such a powerful network, he can’t escape even if he has wings!

Dark clouds.

In the sweltering summer, the sweat is sticky and the mosquitoes are unbearable.

The conscripts marched through the swamps with dejected looks and leaning on their spears.

The flag on the shoulders is sluggish.

At the front of the team, Earl Humphrey pulled the reins, glanced at the demoralized troops, and frowned.

"Mr. Earl, we have military orders to capture Albans Town." The adjutant said in a low voice with a distressed look on his face, "If we withdraw now, how are we going to explain to Mr. Duke later?"

Humphrey remained silent, staring at the gray sky, recalling the shocking scene just now, and sighed:

"Duke Honeysuckle's archery skills are superb. I am no match for him."

"Besides, we have already made an agreement. We can only retreat now." Humphrey took a deep breath, and felt as if a huge stone was blocking his chest. He said in a hoarse voice, "We can only wait until the knight phalanx led by the Duke of Lannister arrives, and then we can discuss it."

The adjutant also had a lingering fear on his face. He opened his mouth and wanted to comfort him by saying that the Duke of Honeysuckle was invincible and it would be a wise choice to temporarily avoid the limelight.

But.

Seeing Earl Humphrey's gloomy face, the adjutant bowed his head and said, "I will order the scouts to set out and find out how long it will take for the Duke's headquarters to arrive!"

Albans town, Lord's Castle, city gate.

At the end of the horizon, Earl Humphrey led his troops to retreat, with the sound of horse hooves rumbling and smoke billowing.

Seeing this scene, Duke Vick couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with gratitude in his eyes, looking at Yeats who had helped him.

The young duke was seen wearing a crimson brocade cloak embroidered with honeysuckle flowers, light armor with silver scales, and a swift sword at his waist. He stood on the high slope with an upright posture and an extraordinary look of might.

Duke Vic couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

In just two years, Yeats Browndy's strength had grown to a point that he could not even see through.

At this moment, with the power of just one arrow, he forced back Earl Humphrey's army.

This growth rate is truly shocking.

Seeing Yeats looking back, the Duke of Wick looked solemn and said respectfully, "Earl Humphrey is indeed a big trouble for me. Thank you, Duke of Honeysuckle, for helping me and saving me from this trouble!"

"You and I both serve the royal family, so you don't have to be polite." Ye Zhi smiled and said meaningfully, "When I chat with Her Majesty, I often hear her mention that the Vick family and the Plantagenet family are from the same lineage. It is also Her Majesty's will that I am sent here this time."

"Thank you, Duke. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Duke Vic looked calm, but he was already filled with shock.

It turns out that Yeats Brown came here to lobby for the royal family!

The old king is dead and the new king should be appointed. Theresa Plantagenet is the crown prince appointed by King Lionheart a long time ago, and now she is the de jure queen of the Kingdom of Golden Lion.

Duke Vic was amazed.

The Queen's magnanimity should not be underestimated. She actually sent people to win me over at this critical moment!

Ye Zhi took in the Duke of Wick's subtle expression, and became more and more certain in his heart. He said confidently: "Duke Lannister wants to make Duorlando, who is far away in the Kingdom of Roland, the crown prince. Duorlando is only ten years old. If he is made king, Lannister's intention is obvious."

"And Her Majesty, through the teachings of King Lionheart and the influence of what she has seen and heard, has grown into a wise monarch. Under her leadership, the Kingdom of the Golden Lion will become great again."

"Duke Vic, what do you think?"

Facing the fatal question raised by Yeats, Duke Vic's smile was somewhat forced, and he was undecided for a moment, and said:

"Please follow me into the castle and allow me to prepare a banquet to entertain His Excellency the Duke!"

"No, I still have to go back and report to His Majesty. Duke Vic, you should take a good rest. The goddess of luck will not always favor the same person."

There was something meaningful in the young duke's smile.

Duke Vick felt a sudden increase in pressure, and his palms were covered with cold sweat. He pretended to be calm and said, "I won't see you off. See you at the round table meeting, Mr. Yeats."

Ye Zhi nodded and left.

Looking at the figure disappearing in the sea of ​​clouds, Duke Vic let out a long sigh of relief. The invisible pressure finally dissipated, and he murmured to himself: "Either I can protect my descendants, or I will lose my head... In the final analysis, I still have to bet."

Looking into the distance, you can see a huge black pit left by the crushed rock. There is still a residual fire burning at the bottom of the pit, and the scene of the sharp arrow piercing the clouds appears before your eyes again.

Duke Vic's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze gradually became determined.

…

In the military camp, the red rose flag of House Lannister fluttered in the wind.

In the big tent, a middle-aged man wearing a red agate ring was flipping through a book. He looked calm and asked calmly, "Failed to take over Albans?"

Humphrey buried his head, his face full of guilt, and said:

"It's my fault! Please forgive me, Duke!"

The middle-aged man raised his calm eyes, and the corners of his mouth on his thin and pale face curved slightly, as if he was smiling.

"How can you be blamed for this? After all, you are facing the Duke of Honeysuckle, a hero who is feared in the North."

"I'm not surprised that he can reach the realm of the Sixth Ring. After all, he has the strongest wizard in the world as his guide."

"But if he really meets the Six-Ring Master, what kind of strength will he show?" Lord Lannister said calmly, "I am looking forward to it."

Humphrey pondered for a while and asked, "My Lord, if Yeats Bronty's teacher stood up for him, would it be disadvantageous to us?"

"The mages of the Mages Guild do not participate in the struggle for secular royal power. At most, they come forward as teachers. This is a rule established as early as the time of Merlin."

Duke Lannister flipped through the book casually and said calmly, "The Church, which has had a century-long grudge against the Mages Guild, has used the Knights, Monasteries, Inquisition and other institutions to interfere in the secular world in recent decades. Cooperating with the Church has become a wise choice for the nobles to gain more benefits."

Humphrey scratched his head, looking somewhat confused, and said:

"My Lord, I remember that you are not a believer in religion. You said that you don't like either Protestantism or the Archbishop."

"Just because you don't believe them doesn't mean you can't cooperate with them."

Lord Lannister said: "Among the factions supporting Prince Duorlando, there is a force derived from the Hospitaller Knights, a group of knights who use the Holy Light as the source of their power... Soon, you will be able to fight alongside them on the battlefield."

Humphrey suddenly realized.

The Knights Hospitallers are famous for healing the wounded and providing medical care, and the knights under their command are known for their healing skills.

This knightly order, together with the Black Cross Knights led by Hastings and the Knights Templar stationed in the Papal States, are collectively known as the Three Major Knightly Orders and are one of the strongest extraordinary armies on the entire continent!

It turns out that the Duke of Lannister has obtained the support of the Knights Hospitaller. No wonder he can drive a six-ring master! "Since Albans Town cannot be conquered for the time being, let's take a detour to the Derwent River."

Lord Lannister closed the book, his eyes slightly stern: "As long as we cross the Stamford Bridge over the Derwent River, London is within reach!"

Humphrey was stunned for a moment and said, "But the Derwent River is turbulent. It will be very difficult for 10,000 troops to pass through Stamford Bridge. If the enemy sets an ambush here, it will be very disadvantageous to our army!"

"It is precisely because the Derwent River is difficult to cross that we should march from there," Lord Lannister said. "Besides, summer is the dry season for the Derwent River, and the knights can wade across the rocks exposed in the riverbed."

"As long as we cross this river and march straight to Lundu, we can clear the obstacles beside the throne for Prince Duorando!"

"Good advice, Duke!"

"Alright, go to the Injured Soldiers' Camp and invite Knight Commander Felix. When the two armies fight, this master will be indispensable."

"Yes, sir."

Humphrey had heard of Knight Commander Felix for a long time, but had never met him, so he couldn't help but feel curious.

It is said that this Knight Commander is the knight with the greatest hope of inheriting the position of Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller. Like the Duke of Honeysuckle, he is a genius with amazing talent and achieved the level of a six-ring master at the age of only 29.

To become a master, one must have experienced countless battles. Strangely, it is said that Felix has never killed anyone with his sword.

Not only does he not kill people, Felix is ​​also a famous doctor known throughout the continent, and has even treated patients cursed by the 'Lord of Plague'.

Wounded soldiers camp.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

The simple white tent swayed gently in the wind, and the air was filled with the fragrance of herbs and the smell of blood.

Humphrey lifted the tent cloth and walked in, only to see several Knights of the Order of Hospitallers busy at work, their movements skillful and decisive, calmly cleaning the wounds of the wounded and bandaging them.

Among the three major knightly orders and the Inquisition, the Order of Hospitallers enjoys a good reputation among the people. Most of its knights are proficient in herbology and healing magic, and they are treated as guests of honor by the nobles wherever they go.

In the past few months, there have been constant frictions between the Lannister family and the Wick family, and the number of wounded soldiers has remained high, but there have been unexpectedly few complaints. Humphrey guessed that this was related to the dedication of the Hospitaller and Phoenix's personal charm.

"Bear with it, it will hurt a little."

I saw a handsome knight in a white cloak kneeling in front of a wounded soldier, with a soft healing white light condensing in his palm, which quickly healed the bloody arm.

The wounded soldier was stunned for a long while, looking back and forth at his intact arm, tears welling up in his eyes: "Thank you, thank you, Lord Phoenix!"

Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief, smiled slightly, and said, "May the glory of the Lord be with you."

"Lord Phoenix!" Humphrey stepped forward and said respectfully, "Duke Lannister, please go to the big tent!"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Phoenix is ​​tall and slender, with short soft blond hair, bright blue eyes and a warm smile.

Anyone who sees him will think that he is a royal descendant of noble birth, and will never believe that the man in front of him is the six-ring master who terrorizes the continent! Humphrey was filled with emotion.

Even compared to the handsome and extraordinary Art Chosen One, Phoenix's appearance is not inferior.

Of course, Duke Yeats is young after all, which is an advantage that Phoenix cannot match, and it also means that his combat experience will not be as profound as Phoenix's!

In the tent.

Lord Lannister asked Phoenix for advice and said:

"I plan to march from the Derwent River, pass through Stamford Bridge, and bring Prince Duorlando back to the capital. What do you think?"

Phoenix nodded gracefully, pondered for a moment, and suggested: "Based on my experience, there is a high possibility of an ambush at Stamford Bridge. Duke, please be cautious."

"But this long road is the quickest way to Lundu." Lord Lannister said calmly, "If there is really an ambush, please ask Knight Phoenix to take action and repel these pagans. After the matter is accomplished, I will ask His Majesty Du Orlando to promote the faith in the Lord as agreed."

"That's fine."

Phoenix lowered his eyes, with a trace of compassion in his smile, and whispered: "When the end of the world comes, this will save more people and allow believers to be redeemed..."

Lannister observed the blond knight's expression with a cold look in his eyes. He thought that kindness was a cowardly act.

But every master has his own unwavering path.

Compassion, this may be the reason why Phoenix is ​​so powerful.

The figure who had hindered him many times appeared before his eyes. Lord Lannister shook his head and whispered, "In fact, there is a person who will become our strong enemy. You may need to pay special attention to him..."

"Who?"

"Bernard Yeats, the Duke of Honeysuckle."

"Oh, the chosen one of art!" Phoenix smiled. "I've read his poems. They're very well written. They made me very curious about him!"

"Are you not disgusted by the Chosen Ones of the Outer Gods?" the Duke of Lannister asked in surprise.

Phoenix shook his head and said, "To guide the lost lambs to the right path, this is the mission given to him as a knight by the Lord."

Lord Lannister stroked his chin and said:

"In fact, he has most likely already touched the Sixth Ring Domain. By then, you may need to take action to deal with him..."

Hearing this.

Phoenix's smile gradually faded, his eyes sharp, and he said slowly: "If... I meet the Chosen One of Art on the battlefield, I will use my sword to wake him up!"

*Londo, the House of the Lion.

After hearing Ye Zhi's report, the blonde queen on the throne had a glittering look in her eyes and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency the Duke. You have done an excellent job on this matter. When the situation stabilizes, I will reward you according to your merits."

Ye Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, although Duke Vick is likely to surrender to us, we cannot relax now."

"The Lord of Lannister suffered a setback in Albans. He is likely to change his marching route and take a dangerous route, starting from a long way and approaching Lundu."

The Duke of Honeysuckle was a commander who excelled in surprise attacks. A year ago, he crossed the Absolute Mountains and launched a surprise attack on the orcs. Theresa had witnessed his legendary deeds and had great confidence in his command ability.

"In your opinion, which route might they advance from?"

Ye Zhi's command ability is far from comparable to that of famous generals, but he has a chosen one of the God of Strategy, Hilde, who can provide off-field assistance.

This Valkyrie, who performs like a military god in the plot, has an overwhelming advantage over the Duke of Lannister in terms of strategy!

"The Derwent River." Yeats said loudly, "Summer is the dry season, and the Derwent River can be crossed, but the terrain there is narrow after all, and the cavalry cannot be deployed. We only need to set up an ambush in advance, guard Stamford Bridge, and then let the Duke of Wick's troops outflank the rear -"

"With such a net, he can't escape even if he has wings!"

Even Theresa, listening to Yeats's impassioned speech, could not help but flash with excitement in her eyes. She calmed herself down and said:

"Okay, then I'll trouble Your Excellency the Duke to make another trip. Also, if you encounter a Six-ring Master and are frustrated, I will send reinforcements as soon as possible."

"No need, I will guard Stamford Bridge alone."

Ye Zhi said calmly: "One man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot open it!"

(End of this chapter)