As for whether Falvia will die in this battle, of course the answer is no. After all, the quality of Wals' army is still not as good as Falvia's. Therefore, Alva, the Pearl of Light, has already made a plan on how to deal with Falvia's pursuit afterwards.
At this time, Wals led his army, this time he personally went into battle, riding a steed, the fastest warhorse that allowed him to rush to the front. Suddenly, dust flew up, and a vague figure appeared on the horizon of the desert. Along with it came a strange light. It was the light reflected by the sword blade.
Who is it?
Questions arose in Walls' mind. In this battlefield, there was actually a man who appeared here alone to say hello. So he was either a survivor of the battle or a deserter.
A group of people quickly stopped the knight.
She had a weather-beaten face. Wals noticed that this person had thick calluses on his hands, which showed that he often used the sword at his waist. The sword had no scabbard, and it just hung straight outside. There was also some blood on his body, which could be said that he had just experienced a battle.
"Who are you? Are you a survivor of the great war? Do you belong to Falvia or to Sultan Hakim?"
Wals stepped forward and asked, and the other soldiers followed closely behind Wals. Everyone looked at the lone knight.
The knight opened his old mouth and uttered a few words lightly.
"I don't belong to anyone! I belong to myself! To this desert."
Wals didn't know the legend in the desert, and he thought the knight in front of him was just being mysterious. He couldn't help but show a trace of anger on his face.
Seeing the change in Wals's expression, the knight simply ignored the situation. Although it was obvious that Wals was the leader of the team in front of him, and offending this leader would not benefit him in any way, the knight was not a fool and understood the reason, but he still closed his eyes silently.
"I have something else to do! Can you please get out of the way, young man?"
The knight spoke slowly, Walls's men had blocked his way.
"Leave your name!"
After much consideration, Walls decided to let this man go. Although she had an arrogant attitude, the thick calluses on his hands fully demonstrated that he was not an ordinary person.
"Danzi!"
This knight uttered his name lightly.
When Walls heard this name in the first grade of junior high school, he felt that it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this name!
"Are you coming from Heibai Village? There was a battle between Falvia and Sultan Hakim, the ruler of the Sarand Sultanate, in Heibai Village. Can you tell me where Sultan Hakim is now?"
Walsh asked patiently. The group of men around him could no longer bear it. The angry expressions on their faces became more and more as time went by, and they covered Danzi like a dark cloud. If Danzi did not answer honestly, Walsh's men might tear Danzi to pieces in the next second.
Those who dare to disrespect the people they respect are really brainless.
Danzi was completely indifferent to the changes happening around him. To him, the people around him were not worth being afraid of.
"Sultan Hakim is preparing to retreat to Shariz. If you want to see him, you can go back the same way and you will definitely see him. I know you. You are Wals, an ally of Sultan Hakim. The man who calls himself the king of the Kingdom of Karad!"
Danzi continued to speak calmly, and when he said that he called himself the King of Karad, this sentence seemed a little hard to hear.
Wals seemed to understand that the man in front of him was with Hakim Sultan.
Just as Wals was about to continue questioning, Bolcha beside him began to yell, "What do you mean? It seems like you are looking down on our king!"
It turned out that because Danzi's last sentence seemed to mock Walls, Bolcha couldn't control his temper.
"Bolcha, don't mention these trivial matters. The most important thing is to get the information first."
Wals waved his hand, signaling all his men to retreat. With them by his side, he could not have a good discussion with Danzi about the direction where Sultan Hakim was now.
After everyone had left, Walls turned around and continued speaking to Danzi.
"Are you an ally of Sultan Hakim?"
"According to what you said, it should be! But according to what I said, it is definitely not. I am very short on time. I hope you can make way for me."
Wals looked at Danzi in front of him strangely, then he pulled the reins of his warhorse and made way for Danzi. Seeing this, the soldiers behind him also left their warhorses, and soon a straight road appeared. In this desert, a group of people surrounded a knight. As long as Wals gave an order, this knight who was probably a spy could die. But Wals believed that he was not a spy.
The knight rode past quickly on his horse, and Wals soon saw the back of Danzi. At this time, he heard a passage floating in the distance.
“Life is always hard!”
It seemed that he was talking to Wals, but it also seemed that he was talking to all the soldiers of Wals. Wals had no idea what he was talking about. But it didn't matter. Sultan Hakim had safely returned to Shariz. It seemed that he didn't win the battle with Falvia. Alva, the Light of Pearl, wanted to trick him into fighting with Falvia in order to consume Falvia's strength.
Turning his horse around, Wals's army began to march westward again, heading towards Shariz.
On the other hand, Falvia also assembled her troops. This time, she failed to capture Sultan Hakim alive, but she was able to defeat Sultan Hakim's army again, causing great damage to his strength. This battle was still valuable.
Suddenly, a familiar figure galloped past on a black horse in the distance. Falvia showed a strange expression. The man on the horse was the familiar Gozert. What kind of information would he bring this time?
Gozert ran quickly to Falvia's side, jumped off his horse, knelt on one knee and reported his reconnaissance intelligence to Falvia.
"Marshal! I have gathered some intelligence. After Sultan Hakim retreated, the exchange of fire between the Queen and Wals has ended. Wals is leading his troops to the south and seems to be preparing to attack us. There is something strange during this period. It seems that Pearl Light Alva deliberately let Wals go."
Falvia frowned when she heard this, and she was sensitive to the fact that things had developed to a point that she could not have predicted. With the military strength of Alva, the Pearl of Light, it was completely possible for him to hold back Wals, but they acted according to their own plan and deliberately let Wals go.
"Tell me! How far are we from Vols?"
Falvia's eyes instantly became sharp, and Gozert could only lower his head even lower. However, Falvia felt that the situation did not make the atmosphere very tense.
"Wols has left. I have observed his tracks and he seems to be heading west. It seems he is going back to Shariz."
After hearing this, Falvia's frown immediately relaxed. It was not possible to fight with Wals for the time being. Falvia knew his command ability. He suffered a loss in the first fight. Although his soldiers were of low quality, if he was given time to recuperate, the consequences would be disastrous.
But now that Wals has left, he has to integrate the internal forces to deal with Hakim Sultan and Wals with all his strength. It is best to alienate Wals and Hakim Sultan at this time. If they kill each other, he can easily achieve his goal.
"Okay! I already know the intelligence. Now let's clean up the battlefield and go back first. Queen Alva of the Pearl Light seemed to have objections to my plan and let Wals go. Fortunately, she returned to Shariz halfway, otherwise I would definitely have encountered a fierce battle."
On the other hand, Sultan Hakim, who had already fled back to Sharez, was counting his remaining men on the city wall. His Sarande Mamluks also suffered a certain amount of losses in the raid by Falvia's army. This almost represents the highest combat power of the Sarande Sultanate's Mamluks, who can run rampant in the desert with a certain number of them. Falvia obviously has such a number, but he himself, who was supposed to be the ruler of the Sarande Sultanate, only has some Sarande Mamluks left.
"Wols, where is our friendly army now? Why hasn't he come back yet? Has he been entangled by Pearl Light Alva? Or has he been defeated by Falvia?"
哈基姆苏丹招了招手，在他附近身旁都是他的情报工作人员，那些军事将领和领主们都已经继续准备着他们的军队。每一次失败都会在这些军事将领和领主的心头上面画下一道深不可灭的伤痕。这也在琢磨着他们对于哈基姆苏丹的忠心，一而再再而三的失败，只会导致法尔维娅的人数越来越多。
情报人员很快就上前一步给哈基姆苏丹讲述一下从前方侦察兵所得来的消息。
这是一个清脆的声音。
“陛下！沃尔斯的军队已经开始朝着这边过来了，原本，沃尔斯是准备前往营救你的，但是他们到了半途遇见了丹齐，所以说他们现在原路返回，正在赶回沙瑞兹的路上。陛下你大可放心，不久之后我们联合起来，仔和法尔维娅进行决战。”
“决战？”
哈基姆苏丹用一种难以置信的声音回答着，他冷冷的转过头，刚好就看见了那一个熟悉的脸。那是弗朗辛，此时他还是和往常一样，用一条紫色面巾围住了他大大半部分的脸。
只有那一双清新灵动的眼睛露了出来，此时的弗朗辛还在死死地盯着哈基姆苏丹。眼前的苏丹已经不再如同以前一样睿智的，长期的失败导致了他失去了冷静的判断。
“还要和法尔维娅决战？我已经失败的够多了，从现在开始我就躲在沙瑞兹这一座城市里面，我再也不会出去了。就让沃尔斯这个厉害的战神和法尔维娅战斗去吧。”
他的声音变得极其严厉与恐怖，与此同时在说到法尔维娅的名字的时候还透露出深深的恐惧。这无一不说明哈基姆苏丹早已经没了斗志。
哈基姆苏丹话音刚落，弗朗辛的脸上就面如死灰，作为主人却让客人去战斗，自己躲在大后方，这样的做法怎么能够让沃尔斯替哈基姆苏丹战斗的？
他连忙说道：“陛下！这样不行，沃尔斯是不会就这样帮助我们打仗的！他不是一个雇佣军。”
哈基姆苏丹直接气的跳起来，她脸上的表情就如同阴天里打雷一般。
“雇佣军！对呀！人们活在这个世界上不就是追逐利润嘛？给他一笔钱，让他们替我去打吧，我把我的军队的一半来交给他指挥，就让他去吧。我就把它当做一支雇佣军队。”
哈基姆苏丹还没有完全放弃理智，他知道沃尔斯不会心甘情愿的帮他打仗，只有给足了他足够的利润，他才会去替自己消灭法尔维娅。
听到这里，弗朗辛的面色才缓和起来，这是他唯一可以让沃尔斯出动的方法了。
“那么！我们要给多少呢？”
哈基姆苏丹一张手。
“我现在在沙瑞兹财富的一半，通通都给他，我储存在皇宫里面一半的财富通通给他。只要他能够打败法尔维娅。”
哈基姆苏丹大声嚷嚷的说道，顿时就吸引了在场的所有侍卫士兵的注意。几名不知所以的士兵到处张望，被哈基姆苏丹直接给瞪了回去。但是它的余威根本就不存在，所有的士兵都惧怕法尔维亚，而对于哈基姆斯丹，早已经失去了昔日的辉煌。那些士兵只不过是愤愤不平的将头扭了过去罢了。
这样的表现哈基姆苏丹自然是看在眼里。
“你们都不服从我的命令！既然如此就让沃尔斯这个家伙带领你们去迎战法尔维娅吧。”
接着他又转过头对着弗朗辛说道。
“你也去吧！你和沃尔斯一起打败法尔维娅那个女人，顺带把珍珠之光阿尔瓦给我抓回来，去，这些家伙根本就不再服从我的命令了。”
说完，哈基姆苏丹像一个受气的小孩子一样坐在他的椅子上面，双眼无神望着远方。远处还是一片一望无际的沙漠，可是此时的沙漠还是和以前一样，只是他的地盘已经换了主人。
“都走吧！都走吧！”
哈基姆苏丹喃喃自语，他已经失去了所有的希望，每一次和法尔维娅作战几乎都是她以失败而告终，他丢掉了大半个萨兰德苏丹国，现在只能够龟缩在沙瑞兹这一处弹丸之地苟且偷生。
“你疯了！”
弗朗辛愤愤的丢下了这句话，紧接着转过身去，再也不在理会哈基姆苏丹了，现在的他的样子是弗朗辛从来都没有见识过的，弗朗辛都没有放弃任何一次希望，但是，哈基姆苏丹却因为这一次的失败而丧失了斗志，足以让弗朗辛有些生气的。其实在哈基姆苏丹的手底之下，还是有着一帮跟随着哈基姆苏丹的正直之士，说实话，没有这一帮正直的领主在支撑着他的话，相信他也不会有足够的兵力来和法尔维娅作战。
哈基姆苏丹并没有因为弗朗辛的这一句话而生气，他现在就如同一块石头一般，对外面的变化起不了一丝一毫的兴趣。他只能坐在原地，身边一位又一位的侍卫还有士兵正在忙碌着。而他就好像置身事外一般，静静着看着身边发生的一切。没有人知道他在想些什么，也没有人去思考探究一下他现在心里在想些什么？哈基姆苏丹对身边的人漠不关心，而他身边的人又何尝对他起过一丝关怀？
当然，除了那些正直的领主之外，迪乌酋长向哈基姆苏丹头送过来一个关怀的眼神，但这是无济于事的，他知道哈基姆苏丹现在不会再听任何人一句话的。它就静静的呆在沙瑞兹，呆在他那一处缺少人情关怀的城堡大厅里面静静的等待着沃尔斯和法尔维娅决战的消息。
弗朗辛以他最快的行走速度跑到了城门口，在城门口守卫的两名萨兰德士兵看了他一眼，紧接着又在继续茫然的望着眼前的沙漠。在以往的这个时候，总会有或多或少的商队经过这一座城市，这里是沙瑞兹，萨兰德苏丹国的首都，因此大量的商队涌入这里进行贸易。
不过现在，沙漠上面除了那金灿灿的沙子之外，再也没有其他东西了。刚刚军队经过的时候，在这沙地上面出现了一排又一排一堆又一堆的脚印。从这些脚印可以看得出来，这是一支零乱的军队。他的斗志已经全无了。
弗朗辛看着远处，萨兰德士兵还在担心着自己能不能够活过今晚，谁知道法尔维娅会不会在今天晚上就开始攻城？士兵们有士兵的烦恼，弗朗辛也有着自己的烦恼。
他在等待着一个人的出现。
太阳快要接近地平线了，如果沃尔斯还没有出现在弗朗辛的视野当中的话，那么太阳就下山了，在城墙上面的哈基姆苏丹拖着缓慢的步子回到了城堡大厅。他现在这个时候再也不想离开城堡大厅一刻的，静静地等待法尔维娅那一把刀子横在自己的脖子上面。
不过希望总是有的，当太阳一半的身体落到地平线下面的时候，在远处，黄沙漫天，白色独角兽的旗帜首先从黄沙的地平线上面出现。
弗朗辛顿时两眼放光，他已经和那两名萨兰德士兵站在一起很久了。萨兰德士兵并没有因为弗朗辛是个女人儿多在她的身上停留一眼。
弗朗辛向前走去一步，沙瑞兹的城堡大门迟迟没有关闭，都是因为沃尔斯还没有归来。这一次哈基姆苏丹已经发话了，要将他自己军队的一半即与沃尔斯来指挥。因此，沃尔斯的军队完全可以进入到沙瑞兹内部和哈基姆苏丹的军队进行融合。
弗朗辛满怀激动的看着那一面旗帜，城墙上面的守军也发现了异样，他们还是保持着战时的警觉，他们担心那一面旗帜是法尔维娅的旗帜，他们急急忙忙的站起身来，强打起精神站在自己的本该进行战斗的位置上面。可是让她们看清楚旗帜是什么模样的时候，就放下心来。谁都认识这一个来自于罗多克境内的战神。那一面白色独角兽的出现，让这些绷紧的神经的士兵稍稍舒缓了一些。
丹齐也在城墙之上，他凝神望了一眼远处的旗帜。喃喃自语的细声说道，没有人听得清楚他在说些什么，不过他只是点了点头之后就离开了。没有士兵去关注这一位隐士的动向，他们都知道丹齐是什么人，是迪乌酋长从沙漠深处请来的高手。
高手本来是应该引起人注意的，不过现在这一群萨兰德士兵已经对身边的一切事物都失去了兴趣。
一群心已死掉的士兵。丹齐在自己的心里说道，他抬头看着那已经快要落山的太阳。
“又是一个寒冷的夜晚！”
沃尔斯的部队已经缓缓的驶入到城市内部，原来哈基姆苏丹派出传令兵首先就向沃尔斯禀告了他的计划，沃尔斯得知之后就迅速进入到沙瑞兹的城市内部。今天晚上或许会出现一些变故。
“卡拉德王国的陛下，不知道哈基姆苏丹的消息您是否已经知道？”
弗朗辛看着已经准备入城的沃尔斯的军队，明知故问的说道。
Wals turned around and smiled slightly. The fact that Hakim Sultan could keep this woman by his side showed that he definitely had great abilities.
"Of course! I would be happy to command the other half of Sultan Hakim's army, and I am grateful for the wealth she has given me."
Francine smiled slightly. Although she was wearing a purple veil, Wals could only read his mood from his eyes. He was happy now because he had found his hope. Sultan Hakim had lost his fighting spirit, but Wals was willing to lead the group of Sarande soldiers to continue fighting. This must be said to be Francine's savior.
"Then I hope you can defeat Falvia!"
"Of course! I'll do what I want to do, but I think you are under my command now, right?
"Um?"