Chapter 701

Imperial capital, heavenly palace.

"Which set is this?"

The imperial princess become dejected and despondent sitting on the opposite side of the chess table. The cold, frost like eyes look at a disgraceful face, a face of a dog losing face, and a letter in his hand.

"Thirty seventh set." Brandon, with his hands drooping naturally and his face paralyzed on the table, whispered. His bloody eyes under his messy red hair were staring at the dying black chess on the chessboard.

"Impatient?"

"Who said that?"

"Oh... That's ready to admit defeat?"

"No!"

A feeble retort, even with an exclamation point, will not help; Brandon, exhausted to the extreme, is not even interested in raising his head. He just wants to lie down for a while.

Playing chess with his father Eckhart was the most frustrating thing Brandon had ever encountered in his life.

To be fair, Brandon didn't think he could win... Or it was easy to win; He expected that his father's request must be prepared, and he could guess that he would be very difficult at the beginning, or even lose miserably.

However, it was definitely not so miserable - each of the 37 sets was a complete defeat.

The so-called "complete defeat" is not a quick victory, or look through the chess path to find the flaw; But kill all your pieces every time, and then the general.

Even later, Brandon, who gave up on himself, took the initiative to "send the general", his majesty Eckhart II still took no time to "clean up" all his edges and corners, and then let his king chess make the last "curtain call".

This is no longer a game, this is a one-sided killing, thorough devastation... With the most shocking, cruel and violent means, let Brandon see what he is most proud of and how worthless in front of his father.

The strong run wild, the weak are slaughtered... There is no calm and pride of the winner, not even the least fig leaf.

Thirty seven sets - according to the progress of two sets a day, there is another set tonight; But now Brandon has no power, and even began to fear the setting sun.

"Not so soon?" fillonay glanced at him. "The pain of defeat is the darkness that will be experienced before dawn... I remember a saying that describes it."

"Really? Then why do I think my dawn has fallen early before it comes?"

Glancing at his mouth, Brandon sat up with his eyelids down: "my sister-in-law is so interested in coming to me. She should not only come to see how ugly I lost?"

"Half a reason," said the Royal Highness Princess. "It's one of my interests to see a guy who always smug himself in the best place."

"What a terrible interest. I began to worry about the happiness of brother Huang for the rest of my life." shrugged, Brandon held his right cheek wearily, and his big red eyes blinked and blinked:

"What about the other half?"

Philrone put the letter on the table: "your 'former' wizard adviser, Loren Turin, led Byrne reinforcements, about 15000 people entered Boyi."

"After defeating the vanguard of about 10000 ChiYan flag, he has gone north with the 1000 boa Hussars who broke through... He should be on the way to Qianzhang city now."

"Is it so detailed?" Brandon raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at the letter in his hand, and then turned his eyes to his sister-in-law: "what did lute infinite give you?"

"Why, do you think there is no night watchman in Boyi?"

"Just a little sigh..." Brandon opened the envelope and the surprise in his eyes remained: "but 15000 people... How can Byrne have only 15000 people?"

"Obviously, Prince Laszlo Varna didn't tell the truth in his distress letter. Your 'former' wizard adviser made a wrong estimate of the situation of the war."

Fillonay leaned forward slightly, his eyes drooped and looked at the "tragic" chessboard: "he doesn't know what terrible opponent he will face, nor does he know his original powerful ally. At present, he has already collapsed due to infighting."

"Of course, he will soon know all this... On the battlefield."

Brandon, biting his nails, looked at the shocking report in his hand, and his lazy eyes became dignified: "weapons and armor... Traces of mass material transfer... Projection equipment... Fire oil... More than three supply lines from the South..."

Suddenly raised his head, Brandon widened his eyes: "dwarf?!"

"It can avoid the surveillance network of the night watchman and the Empire, establish three stable and huge supply lines in a short time, and continuously provide weapons and logistics..."

The fixed look of fillonet looked at him: "who else do you think?"

"Are they crazy about such a large-scale capital enemy - even if Boye doesn't have time to take care of it, Byrne borders on them!"

"As long as the two principalities are seriously injured in this Centaur war, who can do to them?"

"What about the Empire? They don't worry about the Empire settling accounts after autumn!"

"With the only secret silver mine in the world and the hinterland among the mountains, did the dwarves ever really fear the Empire?"

Playing with the pieces on the chessboard, phillanai's tone was very flat: "not to mention the dwarf infighting has long been used to it. This time, I'm afraid it was done privately by a dwarf Lord who didn't want to submit to the supreme king?"

"So we're going to see a well-equipped Centaur army, perhaps equipped with stone catapults and heavy cavalry, completely destroy the Principality of Boye and Byrne?" Brandon tilted his head and looked unbelievable:

"I know my father and the emperor's brother are eager to weaken them, but it's outrageous - we expect them to keep the East and south, so that the imperial Legion can guard against the invasion of duanjie mountain wholeheartedly!"

"If you're going to save the world, save your little wizard consultant by the way," said fitrona, raising his head and shaking the chess piece in front of him:

"If you win your father, you can be a hero."

The tired Brandon had no strength to roll his eyes, and collapsed in the chair with an injured expression on his face.

"I guess your visit today is not an accident or coincidence, sister phillanai?"

The long Princess hall looked at him with expressionless expression.

"Except my dear brother Connor, there should be no second person in the world who can instruct the imperial princess to do things... Except my father."

After flattening his mouth, Brandon sighed and asked, "I'm really grateful to be so loved by the imperial brother... Can you tell me why before you're ready to pit me?"

"Because the world... Has begun to become more and more dangerous." phillanai's expression was a little dignified:

"Needless to say, the East has been invaded by centaurs, and the dwarves have fallen into civil strife; even the north of duanjie mountain has become unstable since the last war, and the werewolf tribes wandering along the border are ready to move;

In the South... The trolls of Arle began to wander in the border again. Although we have not received a letter of help from Archduke Arle, as far as we know... The hunting war against trolls is not going well;

In the west, the ogres in the ancient wood forest east of lottel showed signs of migration again; the eastern forest had begun to call on the elves of the ancient wood forest to assemble, and Duke Fred also began to send troops to Shenlin castle to negotiate joint operations with the elves;

As for eboden... The ocean fleet sent to Yasur elf Kingdom this year has not returned yet. It seems that it was attacked by pirates on the foggy sea; it is said that there is also a civil war in Yasur, and no one knows the result, but... "

"But whatever the outcome, it won't be a good thing for the Empire, will it?" Brandon frowned and thought for a moment:

"So... This time it's brother Connor who wants me to win?"

"Anyway, even if you win, it won't do him any harm." phillanai stood up and said indifferently:

"But if you lose, brother Eckhardt won't give you a second chance;

So since there's no way back, why don't you try your best?

Just like you used to. "