I Will Be The Crowned King

Beluga Harbor, port area.

The golden sun jumped up on the blue sea level, pouring the dazzling morning light into the sky, shining on the city after the catastrophe.

Among the ruins full of rubble, the legionnaires, leaning on their rifles and leaning on temporary fortifications, looked in the direction where the sun was shining, and closed their sore and tired eyes with peace of mind; snore.

Fabian, covered in blood and pale, appeared in the ruins. He walked as lightly as possible, shuttled between the ruins and the sleeping soldiers, looking around, trying to find something.

It didn't take much effort, and the target appeared in his field of vision.

Carefully pushed away the two soldiers who were hugging each other tightly, and cleaned up the broken chimney that was about to collapse next to him. Fabian squatted down and patted the man on the shoulder hard: "Are you still alive? "

"Um?!"

The awakened Norton Crosell was shocked, turned his head suddenly and raised his right hand, but after seeing the person coming, he quickly wilted, as if he had been drained of strength: "...probably ."

"That's no problem at all." Fabian, who has always had a stiff face, rarely showed a relieved expression:

"I thought it must be late, but now it seems that the 3rd Infantry Regiment is worthy of being the elite of the legion. Even if it doesn't get any support, it can stubbornly resist the evil spirit's attack, and even almost retreated in the end... It's really gratifying."

Listening to the "consolation" full of ridicule, Norton couldn't help sneering; he wanted to give the deputy commander of the legion a roll of eyes, but he was completely powerless, so it turned into a sideways glance:

"Yeah, after this time, we people will have a chance to die again, just like you bastards...the future is bright!"

"I think so."

Fabian nodded in agreement: "For those of us, death is doomed, and as long as we are still alive, it will happen again sooner or later."

"But as an individual, I'm probably the most optimistic about my end in the corps."

"...how to say?" Norton said weakly.

"I think we won't die in this icy world, but leave here alive until..." Fabian settled down and moved closer, his icy eyes and Norton looked at each other:

"...until the legions fall apart and kill each other."

Facing those undisguised eyes, Norton's expression solidified on his face as if frozen by ice and snow, and a trace of stunned and murderous intent flashed through his pupils.

The dead silence lasted for a few seconds, and the two who looked at each other smiled in unison.

"So you all know?" Norton propped up his body in embarrassment, and sighed with emotion: "As expected of a secret agent of the royal family of Austria, I thought I could at least hide it until I returned to Clovis and then exposed it."

"It's just a little spy." The former guard officer laughed at himself:

"In terms of well-informedness, it is still far inferior to the famous truth; the army, newspapers, churches, nobles, business circles, gangsters... You are the real all-pervasive."

"That's why they are being monitored by the church and you. If there is a slight abnormality, they will be listed on the wanted list."

Norton shook his head, fumbled in his pocket against the broken wall behind him, and looked up at Fabian: "Is there a cigarette?"

Without hesitation, Fabian took out the blood-soaked cigarette case from his jacket pocket: "The cigarettes and matches are in it, do you want me to help you?"

Norton: "...Thank you."

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison the smoke and exchange the information of the Truth Society with the antidote?"

"what type is it?"

"...Alexei is right, you're really unparalleled in terms of disappointing people."

Snapped--

A small fire lit up in the ruins, and a fog with a strong smell of blood gushed out; two men biting cigarette butts watched the sunrise on the sea for a long time; like a beast that had just woken up from hibernation, a Little by little, find your own sanity and nature.

"You're actually lucky."

Fabian suddenly said: "Five centimeters, if the fist of the shooting soldier was five centimeters away, you would not be able to smoke this cigarette."

Gently exhaling smoke, Norton frowned: "Shooting Army? You mean..."

"When you and the evil gods fought **** battles, I and the remaining main force of the legion were suppressing the affected native soldiers outside the city." Fabian said calmly:

"It was pitch black, and in the ice and snow where the front row's cheeks could not be seen even if the torches were lit, three or four thousand people traversed the wilderness and met face-to-face with the shackled and frantic shooting soldiers."

"Of course, we are also lucky... If we hadn't run into them, the thousands of us would have been lost in the snow-covered wilderness, lost, and then died of freezing, sickness, and starvation somewhere..."

"We followed the hapless killed and the corpses of the mad Aboriginal soldiers to their camp, blocked them in the soldier's longhouse with platoons of guns, pits and fences, and shot into the dark world, Just for emboldening yourself and not for repelling the enemy...I guess you were probably the same."

Biting his cigarette butt, Norton couldn't help recalling the scene at the port, and nodded with lingering fears.

"...There was a period of time when the night seemed to return to normal for a short time. I tried to bring some people to support you, but the counterattack of the indigenous people was so crazy that the artillerymen couldn't suppress them even with all the temporarily prepared shells. A group ran out of nowhere, and guys in capes attacked our flanks..." Fabian continued, his voice flat and casual:

"I dare not leave the shooting camp easily, so I can only ask Leo to bring his regiment to support Beluga Harbor and try to provide you with some help."

"It turns out that this was a very correct decision - as soon as they arrived at the city gate, they ran into a group of cloaked indigenous people to stop them. If it wasn't for Leo's unreasonable luck, the entire infantry regiment would have been evacuated. completely annihilated."

"When I came, the 4th Infantry Regiment had built a simple two-way defensive position under the city gate; according to them, it had blocked the attack of the indigenous people at least the size of three infantry regiments."

It turned out to be the case, no wonder the number of mad believers in the city was much less than expected... Norton was thoughtful.

"When it was dawn, the aborigines who went mad seemed to finally regain their senses, and there were basically no more idiots trying to resist; I let Yu Lilian take charge of the camp, and took the remaining part of the main force to join Leo."

After snuffing out the cigarette butts that were about to burn out, Fabien breathed out a smoke ring lightly: "The result is much better than I imagined - the North City District suffered almost no damage, except for the ruins caused by shells and explosions, except for a small amount of damage. Soldiers and maddened natives, there were hardly too many casualties."

"The situation of shooting people in the military camp is similar, and the specific number will have to wait, but it should not be possible to add up to more than 300 people... After a whole night of shooting, it is a miracle to have this number."

"On your side, I passed more than a dozen positions when I came, and the casualties were basically below double digits; however, several blocks were almost in ruins, the port was completely destroyed, and there were civilians killed everywhere. The shanty towns crowded the squares that were still empty."

"It's December now, and after three days, the homeless colonists will be plagued with outbreaks of plague and sickness... But in comparison, it's not too bad..."

"The Beluga Harbor Council is safe and sound. The guests from the various colonies and the local councillors have not been killed, but many people seem to have suffered mental trauma... I met a guy who ran out in a thin dress, no He stopped and shouted that he had seen a miracle, and the commander-in-chief was an envoy blessed by God..."

Fabian's voice became a bit more humorous: "Apart from these, there is no other loss, and it has not spread to more urban areas, and even a few streets are intact, plus I woke up after a deep sleep and was shocked. Chin guy."

"So, we're really lucky."

"Yeah." Norton sighed: "The evil **** has disappeared, and the city and legion are safe and sound. I'm so lucky."

"Then what do you think is the reason?" Fabian asked suddenly.

"Um?"

Norton, who was stunned, turned to look at him for unknown reasons.

"Is it really just because of luck? Or..." Fabian's expression was meaningful:

"Is there another reason?"

For another reason...Norton's eyes flashed with complicated emotions, and his face gradually became serious: "What do you want to know?"

"It doesn't matter, what matters is you...or what the truth will know."

Fabian said lightly: "Don't get me wrong, but I know that you have been involved with our beloved Commander-in-Chief since the beginning of Thundercastle. Afterwards, the riots in Clovis City and the Elf riots in Yisel. , there are also your shadows."

"In the future, we may be enemies, but now we are still colleagues; I know what you have been planning, but I have concealed it for you, including but not limited to some of your own 'little actions' in Sail City - because We are colleagues, comrades-in-arms."

"For the common interests of the legion, if all this is the result of the truth's plan, or the result of your willingness to see it succeed, I hope you can at least remain loyal to the commander-in-chief himself, at least not to conceal anything deliberately."

Fabian, whose face remained unchanged, took out another blood-stained cigarette, lit it, and handed it over: "That's why I came here specially to sincerely ask my dear comrade-in-arms, Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell, what his opinion is. How much do you know about what happened last night?"

Norton was silent for a while, his hesitant right hand rubbed in the air, but he still took Fabian's cigarette.

"not many."

Inhaling the smoke into his lungs, a dignified expression appeared on Norton's face: "We know that there is a conflict between the Rune family and the tomb keeper, and we also know some... secrets about the commander-in-chief."

"But I never thought that the gravekeepers would risk exposing their own existence and attack Beluga Harbor at this time; they never thought that their target was not the Rune family, but the commander-in-chief himself!"

"The Truth Society does have the idea of ​​assisting the Rune family to enter the new world, but it has never thought of taking chestnuts from the conflict between Rune and the gravekeeper; what we long for is to be able to break the deadlock of order and create more variables, and Not to destroy the whole world."

Fabian nodded as he thought about it, but couldn't help but feel a hint of emotion in his heart.

Although he also hoped that Norton would be frank with each other, but... it was too frank.

A few simple words revealed an exaggerated amount of information: the truth will be involved in the interests of the Rune family, and try to break the current balance through Rune's entry - just handing this information to Oster The royal family of Leah is enough to make the beloved His Majesty drop his chin.

No... It's more likely that they won't believe this information at all, and treat themselves as idiots who want to make meritorious deeds and want to go crazy, and just leave the extremely precious information behind, and then in the next Clovis city chaos Continue to be caught off guard, without any precautions.

Or, there will be no second Clovis City turmoil at all; without a series of coincidences and arrangements, even a much smaller commotion than the last one could easily destroy more than half of Clovis City.

Compared with the "simple" truth society, the seemingly powerful Austerian royal family is the one that is inefficient, deaf and blind, and can't do anything...

Thinking of this, Fabian, who had just obtained the "precious information", felt more complicated.

Norton did not notice the slight change in the expression of the former guard officer, his attention was always on the ruins in front of him, on the tired and scarred soldiers around him, his eyes were full of annoyance and self-blame; If I were more frank with the commander-in-chief, maybe the result would be even more...

"You two gloomy fellows, what are you sneaking around there?"

A slightly irritable, hoarse voice that was so hoarse that even the tone was indistinct rang out among the ruins; the two of them who were "pregnant with each other" almost at the same time subconsciously looked back and looked at the figure who was scolding and staggering over.

"Alexie?"

Norton's pupils shrank suddenly, looking very shocked: "He is still alive?!"

"Don't be surprised, he also thought you were dead - I said, before leaving this icy world, our group of comrades will not die easily~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fabian patted Norton on the shoulder , got up and looked at the figure who was limping and walking towards him:

"I remember that the 2nd Infantry Regiment has been temporarily taken over by Chief of Staff Carl, and you should now be in the makeshift ward of the Beluga Harbor Council."

"Go, but this little injury is not enough to give my life to the beloved military chief and the quack doctors under him." Alexei swallowed his dry throat and tapped his chest with his thumb. The bandage that is still bleeding: "What about you, do you need anything?"

"No, not really."

"That's right, we all just suffered some flesh wounds, and we don't need to bother the military doctors yet."

The two of them waved their hands while being very tacit, and politely declined the politeness of their dear colleagues.

"Very well, since you are still alive, then come with me." Alexey snorted softly.

"where to?"

"Beluga Harbor Council - the trouble is not over yet!"