The horse's hooves were stomping across the landing suspension bridge. The impatient girl simply stood up on the horse's back. When she ran out of the suspension bridge, she stepped on the saddle and jumped up.

"Become a rabbit!"

Amid her crisp shouts, the war horse that was still majestic under her crotch the previous second turned into a fat rabbit. In the marquis's surprised expression, Caroline's slender body had already crashed into his arms, and the two fell into the soft plush of the fat rabbit.

"Wait, you are—"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo finally comes back, woooooooooooooo!"

The girl's crying interrupted Cyril's doubts. He could only vaguely judge from the soft short white hair and the sound that had not changed much, that this was the familiar Caroline.

Wait, how did it become such a big one?

I haven't seen each other for only a few months!

The figure of the girl who was racing just now gradually coincided with the earlier memory of Caroline, the "twilight shadow" Caroline's figure.

Yes, the ace launched by the Dead Half-Step Moon Council, Caroline, if she replaced the horse with a bone dragon, put on a black windbreaker, put on a mask covering her upper half, and be a little taller than that...

Isn't it completely consistent?

Cyril murmured in his heart, and one hand was already gently stroking the girl's hair, comforting her excited emotions: "Don't cry, don't cry, get up, I'm still under the city gate, I'll let the soldiers laugh at it later."

As he said, his eyes fell on the suspension bridge, and he was pulling Caroline's horse. Alina, who was slowly riding the horse, nodded slightly.

The blonde girl's eyes were also a little red, but she has always been much more mature than Caroline, so she can naturally remain reserved at this time.

Fortunately, Alina hasn't suddenly grown taller.

It was not until Alina rode slowly to the city gate that Caroline raised her head from Cyril's arms, her eyes were full of tears, and there was a snot hanging on her nose, and the other end was stuck to Cyril's collar-

As soon as Caroline looked up, she saw her "masterpiece" left on Cyrill's collar.

She blinked, then shook her head, watching the crystal liquid completely fall on Cyril's collar, and stuck out her tongue:

“Oh hey.”

"Carolyn, stop making trouble."

A gentle female voice came from behind Cyril, and then a pair of beautiful hands were placed in front of Cyril, and the water-blue luster was soaked, erasing the traces left by Caroline.

"Sister Mia!" Caroline became excited again, trying to fly to Miss Mage who was climbing onto the back of the furry rabbit. But this time Cyril did not intend to let the farce continue. He coughed gently to stop Caroline's behavior.

"If you want to play, go to the bed in the room, don't treat nightmare as a bed... And, Caroline, turn it back from a rabbit."

Cyril was surprised to find that when Caroline was here, his mental power was still not enough to change the shape of the nightmare - this shows that Caroline's mental power was still above him, and even far away.

Mental power is a very indescribable thing, specifically the degree of careful control of spells.

Although Cyril's magic and elemental pool have greatly expanded, there is not much improvement in terms of the magic technique - he does not need to carve out a lifelike statue of the Wind Knight, nor does he have to complete those complex spell models, and there is no need for this at all.

It would be strange if his mental power grows rapidly.

Caroline seemed to realize her loss of composure. She thought of Natasha and Alina often told her that she wanted to show a mature lady, so she jumped off the rabbit's back, sorted out her messy skirt, and then quietly turned the furry rabbit back into Cyril's war horse.

Alina and Mia also asked each other. Cyril looked back at the three girls under the city gate, and remembered that when he was in the northern border more than a year ago, there were so many people around him.

Everything has not changed, but everything has also changed.

"Mia, take them in first, Mr. Zimmerman will arrange your accommodation."

Mia nodded obediently and then took the two into the city first.

Cyril got back on his horse. The flag of the deer-headed crescent moon outside the city was approaching at this moment. Atsk Angels rode his horse at the forefront of the team, smiling and nodding to him from afar.

"Master Earl." He waited for Cyril to approach and dismounted and bowed.

"Okay, I didn't see that your offensive was so fast. Can you take down the entire Amasil if I come back a few months later?" Cyril also jumped off his horse. In front of Atsk and others, he had no face as a lord-

Silicia was never able to develop into what he is today because of himself. If we count his contribution to the city, Atsk Angels, Gene O'Connor, Cecilia Romanus, their achievements are even far greater than that of themselves.

What he did was nothing more than skillfully gathering these talents together.

That's all.

"It's not necessary for a few months. As long as you capture Mandelkesburg, the next natural guards will be a mess, siege, block, cut and break one by one. It takes less than two months to clear the O'Connor's troops - of course, this is not what you want to see." Atsk stood up with a confident smile on his face.

"It's their biggest mistake to let go of Solconan Military Academy. Even if you don't join the army, you will definitely be the top leader when you stay in the academy."

"How can I compare to the Count?" Atsk shook his head and couldn't help but smile, "In less than half a day when I returned to Amasil, I won Mandelkesburg alone..."

"It's the Marquis." Cyril corrected, and waved his hand in Atsk's surprised eyes, "Do you think the two brothers of O'Connor will come and meet me obediently?"

"So that's it..." The time interval was too short, and Atsk had not been able to understand the entire journey of Cyril taking Mandelkesburg. But the suddenness in his eyes instantly turned into deeper shock: "Wait a minute, you just went to the south, why did you become a marquis when you came back?"

"Did you quietly assassinate the Duke of Marcellus?"

Cyril's eyes twitched, and he didn't know who Atsk learned it, so he would make random guesses.

He briefly explained the matter of going to New Orway Port. After hearing this, Atsk understood completely and nodded repeatedly: "No wonder, no wonder... By the way, Marquis, there is a distinguished guest who needs to invite you to see you."

"Distinguished guest?" Cyril asked in confusion.

Then he saw Atsk turn around and invite a boy about the same height as Alina from the queue behind him.

"His Highness Alexey?"

The moment he saw the boy's long silver-white hair that was exactly the same as Anastasia Hermann, Cyril screamed. He ignored Alexey's longing eyes and grabbed Atsk, dragged him aside, and asked hurriedly: "Why is Your Highness the Prince here? When did you go to Solconan to kidnap him?"

Guyuan

"What are you doing?'Take Your Highness to Solconan?"

"Why do you bring Your Highness and not Your Highness? Your Highness quietly ran to Amasil by himself... Didn't your princess explain to you?"

Cyril quickly recalled what Anastasia said, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Then... don't worry about so many things that are missing. Lord Lord, you can make up your mind when you come back. Should we send them back to Solconan today, or..."

"Don't rush to send it back." Cyril saw Atsk's uneasy heart. Amasil was in the civil war before, and the prince sneaked to Amasil. If something happened, they would be in trouble.

"His Highness Anastasia will come to Amasil in the future, and will take His Highness Alexey back at that time."

"That's good..." Atsk breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, this highness seems to be a fan of Lord Lord-"

"fan?"

Only then did Cyril realize that he seemed to have let His Highness hang up his prince for a long time.

He quickly turned around, squatted in front of Alexey, bowed and said, "Your Highness."

Alexey did not respond. He raised his head again, but found that the boy's face was flushing red at the moment, and he finally said:

"Xisixi, Cyril Qing!"

"In." Cyril replied gently, eased Alexey's nervousness.

"Listen, listen, I heard you..." His Highness the little prince was so nervous that he couldn't even explain clearly. He even bit his tongue before finally saying it smoothly: "I heard that you cut Mandelkesburg into two halves with one sword, and then captured Mandelkesburg...is that true?"

After hearing this sentence, Atsk staggered and nearly slid on the grass.

He looked ashen, and immediately called his own guard and whispered: "Who made this rumor? Find out, run around Mandexburg tonight for a hundred laps."

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When Siliki successfully took over Amasil, quelled civil strife and quickly took over Amasil's rule, thousands of kilometers east of Amasil, Osaint Emma, ​​east of the Nora Corridor.

The troops are gathering.

The tall and mighty earth dragon was driven away by the soldiers and rushed into the town where the resident was stationed in groups. The bulges of stir-fried meat were transported to the gathering place of the earth dragon, and a fishy meat mountain was poured out.

These earth dragons immediately rushed to bury their heads in the flowing meat foam and twitched them whole.

The Second Earth Dragon Legion of Osaint Emma is one of the most famous and powerful troops of Osaint Emma. The Dragon's own dragon bloodline provides it with powerful physical strength and magic resistance. The tall body makes ordinary cavalry unable to even cause damage to it.

If the La Rochelle people knew that such a unit had gathered at the foot of the mountain east of the Nora Corridor, their pants would have been scared to be wet, right?

The young man with a sharp gaze like an eagle and a hooked nose stood above the sentry tower, sweeping over the town where heavy troops gathered, and tapping the fence in front of him with his fingers one by one.

He assembled the troops and prepared to attack Amasil, whom La Rochelle belonged to. This order was issued to him by the supreme emperor "Yurel", without passing anyone in the middle.

Each unit has gathered here in different names, and has received his dispatch here uniformly, without passing by any other person in between.

This is a top-secret surprise attack. If Amasil is on the other side of the mountain, he may be able to march to the city of Mandexburg tomorrow and break through Amasil's provincial capital in one fell swoop.

But he couldn't understand why His Majesty Yuriel suddenly started to attack La Rochelle. Although O'Saint Emma and La Rochelle have been in a long-term relationship and have been constantly in conflict, past experiences have proved that it is very difficult to break through the Black Forest area after Chongshan and march into Amasil.

Although the attack through the Adlai Sea is feasible, no ship can withstand the weight of the Earth Dragon Legion, and then there will be a landing war. This is not what the Aosaint Emma army is good at.

Although he did not lack any confidence in breaking the Adelaide Sea from the sea.

If Cyril was here, he would never think that this person was arrogant - because this person does have such ability.

O'Saint Emma, ​​the Storm Eagle of the Empire, the commander of the Western Imperial Guard, Io Veros.

He is the sharpest sharp knife of Osaint Emma in the future, and is an absolute master of offensive. His military style is as fierce as a storm. He is also named "Storm Eagle" because of his eagle-like appearance.

Although his playing style is based on the strong military strength of Aosaint Emma, ​​how to maximize the advantages of military strength is that many generals will never find a threshold for their entire life to understand.

Io Veros is an expert in this field. He can clearly plan his offensive route and achieve multiple points of blossoming, and every point he attacks can be defeated by his own troops.

This is based on his extremely terrifying overall situation and computing power.

However, Io Veros in 1441 has not yet reached the pinnacle in this regard like later generations.
To be continued...