paranoianovel Chapter 359 The Duke Of Bristol (2)
Chapter 359 The Duke Of Bristol (2)
"In other words, the Winter King is determined to lock up with Howard, the second prince of Mayton?" The Duke of Bristol's expression became serious, his lips were slightly lowered, and his eyes as blue as the sea were frozen at this moment. , they have a hint of darkness, like snow-capped mountains on a winter night.
"At the banquet, Prince Howard has clearly expressed his hostility to you and Grand Duke Corvette to the Winter King. He is also hostile to Duke Rhineman and Duke Matthewn. He wants to use the power of the Winter King to suppress it in one fell swoop. All the dukes who oppose him and those who have a wait-and-see attitude, consolidate their thrones."
Marquez also had a look of urgency. The Winter King was a champion knight no matter what, and this was like a big mountain oppressing their hearts.
If the Duke of Bristol falls beside him, what will happen to him and Sunny?
He will die in the battle with the soldiers of Winter City, and Sunny, the girl he loves most, will either be executed by Howard, or will be captured as a military prostitute, and will eventually die miserably in the military camp. This is what he cares about. Nothing is acceptable.
"Your Majesty the Duke..."
Marquez gritted his teeth and clenched his hands tightly.
"How about we leave the Bouven Territory... We still have so many troops on hand, we can completely break away from the Mayton Empire, and we can take a big ship to the Southern Continent..."
"Marquez!" The old Duke glared at the Earth Knight, his majestic eyes like an old dragon in his twilight years.
"Do you know what you're talking about?" he scolded.
Marquez lowered his head and said nothing.
His eyes were ashamed and dark.
"Do you think that if we support Howard, we will avoid this disaster? No, no, Howard is a man who will take revenge. We have caused many obstacles for him when we supported the eldest prince before, but now we are already a thorn in his side. A thorn in the flesh, we will be targeted by him no matter what."
The old Duke took Marquez and led him to the hillside in front of the castle.
"The Bouwin family has been building here for hundreds of years before we have everything we have today. Every inch of land here was obtained with the blood and lives of the ancestors of the Bouwin family." The old Duke's voice was calm, and it seemed to have a strong The magical power gradually calmed down Marquez's anxiety and worry.
Fort Bowen is built on a towering cliff.
Looking down from above, you can see the cities and villages surrounding Buwen City.
They are like irregular quadrilaterals or pentagons surrounding the city of Buven. People are crawling like ants on the lasagna-like streets. The rivers are blue blood vessels, and the forest wilderness is green flesh. He and the Duke were high in the clouds, as if they were standing on the heads of their ancestors.
Domestic falcons circle overhead.
Marquez could hear the clatter of the Bwin family flags in the strong wind.
"My grandfather, Mario Bouwin, when he was carried back, his body was covered with arrow holes left by the elves' arrows... He was shot to death by the elves' ambush army when he was commanding the army to retreat..."
As the old Duke described it, the huge oil painting on the center wall of the castle hall gradually emerged in Marquez's mind. The painting on it was Mario Buven.
It was an old man with a serious appearance.
Every deep wrinkle on his face seemed to be prepared for the word "serious". His lips were lowered and he looked unsmiling. He was wearing heavy armor and held a blood-stained sword in his hand.
Behind him is a murderous army.
The blue pupils were dyed red by the bloody battlefield, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were reflected in them.
"It was night, and the north wind made people's bones hurt. In the Emerald Border, snowstorms always come unexpectedly." The old Duke looked back with a look of reminiscence.
At that time, he was just a milk baby who didn't understand anything. He could no longer remember the specific details. He only remembered a bloody man lying on a stretcher, and even his gray beard was dyed red.
The rest of the story comes from my father's oral narration.
"The elves are hiding in the snowdrifts. They are not afraid of the cold and have been waiting for a long time. Faced with such an attack, he has to stand on a high place holding a torch to direct the battle, but the night will not weaken the fighting power of the elves. Those long-eared The monkey's vision at night was still like day. Due to his good command, the army reacted in a short time and quickly launched a counterattack. Facing the charge of the cavalry, the elf had to retreat, but he was also hit by 192 arrows and died. At that time, he was half-kneeling there with his sword in his hand, his eyes wide open. In fact, he was dead long ago, but the elves always thought he was not dead, and sent arrows at him one by one until he turned into a hedgehog."
The old Duke took a deep breath.
When it was spit out again, it had turned into a steaming cloud of water vapor in the cold morning air.
"Most of King Mayton's army has been preserved. Without the command of the first Duke, the consequences would have been disastrous. Those long-eared monkeys would have burned out all the light sources, and then there would have been a one-sided massacre!"
"What happened later?" Marquez pursed his lips.
"Later, King Mayton made the Bouwin family dukes. Since my father was still young and lacked strength, the position of duke was taken over by my uncle, Sky Knight Blanche Bouwin. He went to In the same year, the Emerald Fortress was assassinated by the Elf Sword Dance Master who sneaked into the Emerald Fortress on a rainy night. Also assassinated were three sky knights from the Cologne Empire and a great mage from Kalanli."
"What about the elves? What are their losses?" Marquez asked.
"One of them died. That group of cunning long-eared monkeys were very good at assassination. However, after this assassination, the Emerald Fortress also strengthened its vigilance at night. Although some soldiers were still assassinated after that, the elves no longer dared to be too presumptuous. ."
Marquez took a breath when he heard this.
He had never fought with an elf, but based on the stories told by the old Duke, he already had a general understanding of the elf's fighting power.
Such a powerful elf was killed alive by the Winter King.
Even solved an undead natural disaster?
What kind of monsters are King Winter and his army...
No wonder the old Duke had been asking him to find out whether the Winter King's strength had reached the level of legend.
"After my uncle died, my young father succeeded to the position of Duke. At that time, he was just a great knight. Logically speaking, it is impossible for someone with such strength to hold a duchy, but there is no way around it. King Mayton cannot give it to me. The Bouwin family has reduced its title, which has caused the surrounding lords to keep eyeing the Bouwin Territory."
"It took my father thirty years to manage Buwen Territory. He worked day and night, and a man in his forties looked like an old man in his eighties. Later, he died of exhaustion in his study, with stains on the table. There’s a pile of paperwork waiting to be processed.”
The old Duke turned around and stared at the blank young earth knight:
"Marquez, I tell you this today to let you understand that without the contributions of the ancestors of the Bouwin family, I would not be where I am now, nor would there be the glorious Dukedom of Bouwin. It is impossible for me to hand over the territory to others, let alone Give it to Howard, a fool who only has muscles in his mind. If they must take it away, let them exchange it for flesh and blood!"
Marquez looked into the old Duke's eyes, and he seemed to see a blazing fire in them. Those eyes seemed to gradually overlap with the old knight on the oil painting in the castle hall.