After the Legend Chapter 169: The Eve of the Great War (Part 1)

Sico, East Garrison.

Mallory hunched over his body, and with the help of the snow light coming in from the window, he read the battle report he just received, and according to the above description, he searched the map on the table for various place names. After a while, he sighed slightly, and went straight Get up, walk to the window and look out.

In the distance, you can faintly see the location of the central business district, now full of soldiers with shovels and brooms, carefully digging into the soil. He knew that beneath the surface was a part of a magic circle.

That's a secret that was discovered not long ago in the diary of the late Archbishop of Van A. The four border towns, Sike, Murray, Anke, and Walter, plus the Temple of Light at the center of the Vatican Central Holy See, are actually key parts of that magic circle. With the power of the Scepter of Light and the Fountain of Life, this magic circle can be reactivated to provide protection for the entire continent. Any evil invading forces will be expelled or eliminated immediately.

It turns out that this is the truth that Fan A and the elves cooperated to drive away the demons. For more than a hundred years, no one has discovered this secret. As the four towns gradually developed into regional commercial centers, their original roles have long been forgotten.

No one knows which person or deity left this magic circle. Only the archbishop of Van A has passed on this secret from generation to generation. If it wasn't for the habit of keeping a diary for the one who just passed away, if the person responsible for sorting out his relics wasn't A careful person, perhaps this matter will never be known.

But Mellory still couldn't understand why the man who laid the magic circle chose to put the key part at the junction of the country and the country? There are too many variables in this way. What if a country refuses to cooperate? For example, this time, if Anke City hadn't been recaptured by Shao Nan and Fan A together, the plan would not have been implemented.

He stood by the window for a long time, and the cold wind came in through the crack of the window. He couldn't help but shivered. He turned back to the table, but suddenly it was dark in front of him. His body shook, and he was about to fall.

Will, who happened to walk to the door and wanted to knock on the door, saw this situation and rushed up to support him: "Boss, are you all right?!"

Mallory closed his eyes, then opened them after a while. He smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, just a little dizzy."

Will looked at the gray hair that had grown on his temples recently, and said worriedly: "Boss, you are too tired. Not only do you have to run back and forth between Idong, Siko and Walter, but also in the office every day. Work until midnight. Your body will be overwhelmed like this.”

Malory smiled: "It's okay. When it's over. I'll rest well."

"You always say that. But wait until the war is over. Are you busy with other things again? Boss. You're not too young. Better think about your body."

Mallory patted Will on the shoulder. A wry smile flashed across his face. He tilted his head to the opposite side: "If I really rested, I would leave things to others to do. Do you think. Would I be relieved to give such an important responsibility to those people?"

Will looks at the diagonally opposite room. There were several high-ranking officers laughing loudly. One of them walked out the door. Shout out to subordinates. Ask them why they knew he had friends coming. Not even good wine. His adjutant quickly apologized. Went for a drink. And when the senior officer turned around. Saw that both McLory and Will were looking at him. Smile contemptuously. went back to the room.

Will's face sank: "Are they idiots? Where is this place?! Drinking in the daytime?!"

"In the past few days, troops have come to support them one after another. They must have met friends." Mallory casually sorted out the documents on the table. Close your eyes. He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows lightly.

"Is it a noble officer?" Will said coldly, "Only nobles would do such a stupid thing! Boss, I don't understand, it's our security agency that has been doing things seriously all the time. Protect this Country. Those nobles didn't do anything, how could they belittle us?! They also said we were insidious and cunning!"

"It doesn't matter what they say. We just do what we're supposed to do." Mallory glanced at him. "His Majesty knows."

"But isn't that unfair?!" Will said reluctantly. "It is clear that we are the heroes, but after the incident, these people who have done nothing can get the reward, just because they are nobles!" "There are also people in the department who are rewarded, and the administrators who get the title every year because of their meritorious service. It's not that there is none." Mellory lowered his voice, "Do you think it's unfair? But they are from the military, we must appease the military, after all, we still rely on them to fight."

Will pouted and whispered: "Anyway, I think they are trash! They are also the cradle of traitors! The purpose of our security agency is to protect the people of this country, but now, except for foreign intelligence stations, almost all domestic All the staff's energy is spent monitoring the noble lords, what else can they do for the commoners?"

Mallory took a meal, only to feel more tired, and said in a low voice: "As long as... do what we should do..."

Will was unconvinced and wanted to say something. Seeing the tiredness on Mallory's face, he hesitated for a while, but still shut his mouth. He put the document in his hand gently on the table, and was about to exit, but saw an old monk in a gray and white robe with a solemn expression standing outside the door. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Mallory has stood up: "It's you, His Excellency Bishop Jacob, please come in."

Bishop Jacob nodded solemnly and walked in: "I asked General Loward, the commander of your army, who could answer my question, and he asked me, Your Excellency."

With a smile inside Milo: "What do you want to ask?"

"About the Fountain of Life, are you sure that the two messengers will be able to bring them back? It is very important to know that without the Fountain of Life, the whole plan cannot be implemented, and we must come up with the second options."

"Please don't worry about this." Mellory is very confident, "Our ambassadors have friendly relations with the residents of the Elf Forest, and the messenger sent by your country is also a wise and wise young man. I believe they Don't you believe that the mission will be successfully completed?"

Bishop Jacob didn't answer, there was still a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Yes, he saw the corpse of the beast with his own eyes, and he believed that the demon domain did intend to isolate Fan A from the other four countries, but, are Alex Mandheling and his family really innocent? Are they really not involved in the plan to kill the archbishop? He really did not approve of sending this young man to perform such an important task. Not to mention the representative from East, who is still an underage child. With some sadness, he prayed to the God of Light that the child could come back safely.

After a few more questions, he leaves, and both Mallory and Will breathe a sigh of relief. The latter said with some resentment: "What does he mean?! Is he implying that Alex is related to the Demon Domain? It's really funny! The monsters that Alex killed are not one or two!"

Malory didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he glanced quickly at the document Will brought: "Anlon is bringing a large group to bring the newly made arrows from Edon, you will inform the army later. Warehouse guys get ready."

"Yes!" Will responded with a smile, and turned his head back with a smile, "Boss, Uncle Anlong is coming. Does that mean that Count Cardo is leaving?"

Mallory glanced at him and slapped the document back on his face: "Come on!"

At the same time, on the other side of the garrison, Elon Xiao - Cardo's eyes were fixed on the order in front of him, and blue veins were popping up on his hands. He angrily swept everything on the table to the ground and cursed: "Get out of here!"

The soldiers who came to deliver the documents were frightened and fled in a panic, forgetting to salute.

Eron tore at the transfer order fiercely, as if what was written on it wouldn't have happened as long as it didn't exist. When the document was completely turned into pieces, he calmed down a little, and a sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

He knows that others are secretly laughing at him, saying he is incompetent. Not worthy of being Xiao Tianjian's son. But what do they know? ! ! !

He is Xiao Tianjian's true and legitimate son, whether it be those illegitimate sons or wild grandsons who jumped out of nowhere, who has a more noble bloodline than him? ! He is the true heir to his father's property and power! Those honors should belong to him!

Say he's incompetent? His father left when he was three years old, and all he received was orthodox aristocratic education. If he had no ability, those who laughed at him would be even less qualified to say so.

But... Compared to Anlong, who was taught by his father himself, he knew that he was good at swordsmanship. is incomparable to the other. But is it his fault? ! If father would stay and teach him. He believes he can do better! Sometimes, he even gets jealous of his own son. If my father had treated Bevin the same way. Teach him patiently, he has already become the number one master of Easter today!

Who caused all this? It's that Anlong and his mother!

Ellon kicked the chair away violently ~IndoMTL.com~ gasping for breath. He told himself in his heart that he was Xiao Tianjian's true son, and as for that Anlong, he would never admit that he was his brother!

The brother Anlong, who was not recognized by him, is now in front of the Edonian military post, shouting loudly despite the wind and snow, and instructing the soldiers to load bundles of arrows into the carriage and prepare to send them to Xike tomorrow.

The cold wind got into his neck, and he hurriedly put on his cloak, stomped his feet, and exhaled a cloud of white air.

The lieutenant charged at him with his head lowered and reported, "Captain, it's already installed. There are 16,000 in total, 20 carts."

"Very good!" Anlong shouted loudly, "Remember to cover it with a thick linen cloth, and send a few more people to guard tonight, so there will be no problems!"

"Yes!" The adjutant ran back in the snow again. Anlong rubbed his hands and planned to visit the soldier's camp again. Suddenly, a soldier ran over and shouted to him, "Captain, someone is looking for you!"

"Didn't I say I'm gone?!" Anlong became a little impatient. People he had known before, including the magistrate and his colleagues from the Cavaliers, rushed to invite him to be a guest, but he was responsible. Where is this free time? He politely refused, and promised to visit in the future, why are there still people coming?

"It's not that you're a guest, they say it's your family!"

An Long was stunned. He followed the soldier's finger and saw a young girl beckoning to him not far away. It was his daughter Ming Na, and an unknown young man stood beside him. Looking back, who is the one wearing the big crimson velvet cloak if it's not his wife Dora?

(It's a little short today, I'm sorry, I just feel really uncomfortable, I can only write so much.)

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