Shaman from Afar

One month since the Battle of the Boundary Mountain Fortress.

The roaring snowstorm finally stopped, and the black iron crown flag still fluttered on the top of the spiral peak of the Fortress of Forbidden Mountain.

With the entourage of Prince Sacran dressed in large cloaks, he stood outside the southern gate of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain; Brandon de Salion, who was standing opposite him, still had a very bright smile on his face. The unimpressed and the "beloved brother" stared at each other.

Behind him, there are more than a hundred legionnaires and Loren who have survived after the Battle of Blood Skeleton.

The dark-haired wizard just beside him glanced secretly, and a slight imperceptible smile flashed on the corner of his mouth-a calm and calm Brandon on the surface, his hands behind him shaking all the time.

"According to our previous agreement, it is also the wishes of the father and emperor ... Today you must leave the Fortress of the Boundary Mountains, leave the glacier north, cross the Gem River and return to the capital of Golovin."

Connor, who had a grim look, froze his face, and Shen Dun's voice was like a steel sword sharpened: "After all ... It is too dangerous for the two heirs of the empire to be in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain."

"I agree with my hands on this point ... The snow in the north is really impressive, and I will never forget it in my life!"

Brandon bit the words deliberately, but the bright smile on his face remained the same:

"Do I need to give you a sentence for Father Emperor and Aunt Fiteroine? I guess I might have done just that-and with your request, they can also make them a little bit ashamed of me as a" faceless prince. " There is a little bit of anticipation! "

"I don't think it's necessary anymore. You just have to deal with two sentences." Connor was very disappointed.

Suddenly, a somewhat ambiguous smile appeared on Brandon's face, and he made two deliberate gestures: "I said ... Even if there is no father, there will be no and no place for Aunt Fiteroine." ? Before I came, I was asked by her to ask me several times ... "

Before he had finished speaking, Brandon shut up in a very funny way when he saw Connold's cold expression.

Prince Sackland gave him a light glance: "Is there anything else I need?"

"I will leave before evening, before that I need to prepare some necessities on the road, don't you mind?" Brandon shrugged.

Connor nodded slightly, agreeing.

"then……"

Brandon dragged a long voice and smiled more: "If there is no problem, can you send a team of guards from the Boundary Mountain Fortress to **** me?"

"You have your own escort." Connor refused indifferently. "You still have the dragon Milas, don't you need another escort?"

"Yes, but that's when I came here, I almost died in the wilderness of the Northland?" Brandon tilted his head and looked at Connold provocatively: "There are troops in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain At least, I can rest assured. "

"Dear brother and sister, I almost died without a body."

Connor frowned slightly and sneered.

"Not this time."

Prince Sackland narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "I can assure you that as long as you are still in the territory of Prince Sackland, you will not encounter any army that will attack you!"

"But ... you have to make sure that the furnace town will not happen again!"

"I, I try my best!"

Brandon, with a pale face, stood on tiptoe, and the smile on his face was a bit stiff.

With a soft sigh, Connor de Salion stepped forward with his air-conditioning; Brandon almost instinctively wanted to hide back, but he held his shoulder directly.

Connold looked at him, looking at the red-haired red pupil that was exactly the same as himself, but not the same; the two people facing each other almost face to face.

The uneasy Brandon dared not to blink with wide eyes and swallowed hard.

"Brandon, I don't object if you want to take back what belongs to you, even I admire this-it proves that you are already a qualified DeSalyon, not that brazen Brandon."

"It's not always a good thing to get rid of the shackles bound on your body." Connor looked at his brother deeply. "From today, I won't think of you as my brother again."

"It's Brandon de Salion ... can you understand the difference?"

The elder prince's very stiff brother smiled, but the corners of his mouth were twitching all the time.

"May the Holy Cross protect you all the way ... I will always watch your every move."

"Remember, you are a Desalion ... but not just a Desalion!"

Before Brandon said anything, Connor, who had pulled the big cloak, turned around and walked alone towards the fortress. The guards on both sides were as uniform as the split wave. Out of the way.

Ernst Dresis, who was standing in the forefront of the guard, did not leave together, and turned back to look at the dark-haired wizard behind Brandon, his eyes narrowed in a squint.

Silent Loren noticed each other's eyes, and with his hands on his back, he gave a formal smile to the middle-aged knight, and slightly nodded with a little apology.

Obviously, he did not intend to obey his "suggestions" ... Ernst shook his head regretfully, but did not intend to entangle too much, just took a deep look at him and walked to the gray standing behind the black-haired wizard Hitomi Junior.

"Are you really going to leave?" The middle-aged knight frowned lightly, looking at this gray pupil who was not even willing to look up at him:

"His Royal Highness Connold has already voluntarily confessed his mistakes at the Legion Meeting and scoured you and those hanged soldiers-you are still the youngest leader of the empire in the Legion, in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain Still has a great future. "

"Who knows what will happen in the future, and maybe my position will be yours in ten years' time ... just leave now. Is it really worthy of high hopes for you and promote your Highness?"

Lu Sien, who didn't lift his head, looked cold and gritted his teeth.

"I thank Your Highness for your attention, but I also swore." Lussien collapsed word by word: "Lorento Turin saved my life, and I will do my best to repay him."

"I'm sorry, Master Dresis, after all, I'm an Ellerman ... we've done it!"

"Just as a sorcerer guard ... I remember when you came to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain and said you would never let others underestimate you."

"If I say anything, I will let others underestimate me!"

The middle-aged knight looked at him so quietly and suddenly beckoned behind him; a servant who always stood behind came up and handed two short swords to the gray pupil.

Lucien was startled and looked up at Silent Ernst in surprise.

"This was sent back with Ellerman's reply. Your brother, Julie Wiltz, Duke of Ellerman." Ernst's eyes were unexpectedly complicated:

"He wrote a long letter with nearly a thousand words, and he scolded you for nothing; tell us that you will be treated as a deserter. If everything is true, the Wiltz family will not be hanged on you. If you have any opinions about the death, you will not protest to His Majesty the Emperor. "

"But ..." The middle-aged knight paused, glancing at the gray pupil who was dumbfounded.

"He also asked us not to make a decision arbitrarily ... and told us that there are many doubts in the whole thing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If you just imprison you, you will definitely be dissatisfied; so please ask us to investigate clearly , Be sure to produce enough evidence to convince you, so that you can show the justice of the empire to others! "

"In order to make us pay more attention to this matter, he specially sent his sword together." Ernst sighed long.

The dark-haired wizard, who was always standing next to him, looked sideways, and swept the dense, well-written letterhead all night, unable to help shaking his head.

Julie Wiltz, Duke of Ellermans, Lussin's brother, really ... what awkward person.

"Take care of these two swords, this is what you deserve." The expressionless middle-aged knight handed the weapon to the gray pupil who was still there:

"It was originally planned to wait for you to resume your job before telling you about it. Now it seems ... there is no need for this."

As the words fell, Ernst Dresis took a heavy step, leaving Lusien a lonely back.