Chapter 235: One general succeeds and thousands of bones are dying

When the brigade slowly got up, An Fei had already returned to his carriage, leaning silently on the side, thinking about what had happened before.

Chris Ting was talking to Riska. Seeing An Fei looking thoughtful, he asked with concern: "An Fei, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about the past." An Fei sighed lightly: "Just just now, Miolic told me that those necromancers have regarded us as the targets of revenge. I'm too careless. If I could do it again, I believe I would do better."

"Haha, it's over. What do you want to do? Relax your mind."

"This is not right. If you can't learn from your mistakes, you will make the same mistake next time."

"An Fei, you are a little too meticulous, you will be very tired." Riska comforted him.

An Fei smiled and didn't say anything. In his opinion, life was not an easy thing.

"An Fei, I'm going to see the teacher tomorrow. You'd better think about what to say after seeing the teacher." Chris smiled.

"What? Tomorrow?" An Fei was shocked. He was not ready to see Thor. He heard Chris Ting explain that he would see Thor tomorrow. He was naturally a little anxious. If he hadn't known that Chris Ting didn't like to joke about big things, he would have thought Chris Ting must be talking nonsense.

"What? Miolic didn't tell you?" Chris was also surprised.

"No! The teacher is here?"

"No." Chris Ting shook his head: "Have Mioric told you that the people in the Mist are planning to ambush us on the road?"

"Tell me this."

Chris Ting thought for a while and laughed: "Ha! Miolic must want to see you make a fool of himself! Who makes you always calm and unpopular, as if you don't care about anything."

"Stop going around, Chris Ding! Tell me what's going on?" An Fei urged.

"Mioric deliberately spread the news that we were going back to the Holy City. We did go west along the trade road, which would create an illusion for the people of the Magic Fog. They thought they had enough time to prepare. If we really walked back from the trade road, it would take at least twenty days, so they would not rush to do it, but when we got here..." Chris Ting gestured on the carpet with his hands: "This place is only about ten miles away from Blacknia City, and we will suddenly change direction and arrive at Blacknia City. Before the war broke out, the magic teleportation array of Blacknia City, which was destroyed by the secret spies of the Shirot Empire, had been repaired. And a large number of magic crystals were secretly transported from the Holy City, enough to teleport us back to the Holy City."

An Fei smiled bitterly. Chris Ting could say so in detail. I think Miolic told him in full, and it was really a bit unpredictable to hide An Fei in the dark.

"Transfer us all back?"

"That's impossible." Chris Ting shook his head and said, "The consumption of magic crystals in this way is too great. There are only five people who want to teleport back, you, me, Niya, Susanna and Saril. Only teleport us back, those magic crystals will cost at least half. After all, the distance is too far. If you want to teleport all of us back, it is far from enough for the Empire to take out all the stored magic crystals."

An Fei opened his mouth and almost said, 'Can I walk back by myself?'. It's just that this problem will arouse suspicion from others. When the words come to his mouth, it has become another sentence: "Riska and the others are all staying in Blacknia City? Isn't this good? They will be very dangerous."

Chris Ting looked at An Fei with a strange look. In his mind, An Fei is a scheming and meticulous person, who is far better than himself, so he has always been willing to help An Fei as his deputy, but An Fei's current problem is a bit naive: "What's the danger? An Fei, the person you hate the most is you, and the most dangerous person is also you, followed by Niya. As long as you can catch Niya, they can threaten the teacher. Riska and the others rushed back with Miolic. Without you and Niya, do you think those fog landmen are willing to pay a huge price to attack Miolic's personal guard?"

"Yes, An Fei, we are in danger when you are with us." Riska nodded and said, "Chris Ding has already told me a lot just now. Don't worry, we won't have any trouble."

"But...what if the people from Demon Misty still don't give up?"

"They don't have a reason not to give up?" Chris Ding felt more and more that something was wrong with An Fei.

"An Fei. Your Majesty really favors you." Riska showed an envious look: "The teleportation list includes Susanna and Little Saril, all for your sake."

"Oh..." An Fei sighed and leaned against the wall of the car.

"An Fei, it seems that you are reluctant to go back to the Holy City?" Chris Ting asked softly.

"It's not that I don't want to go back, it's just... it's a bit too sudden."

"It's all very sudden for you, and it's even more sudden for the people in the fog. I think they will definitely be disappointed."

An Fei was speechless. Now he had no time to think about how to learn from his lessons. He recalled little by little with Thor and what he had said. It was easy to lie, but it was difficult to lie. Under normal circumstances, lies would not be exposed on the spot. It was often because the work of lying afterwards was not in place, which made people feel alert.

Thor cared for him and An Fei very much. He respected Thor from the bottom of his heart. This is an indisputable fact, but one thing cannot be changed. The two of them have no emotional foundation. They became teachers and students just because they had a temporary relationship. Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable. They might not have met each other yesterday today, so he could not make Thor feel disgusted with him.

The brigade was moving forward at a speed that was neither fast nor slow. It stopped and rested for a long time at noon, giving people a very leisurely feeling. But after walking a few miles forward, Mioric's personal guard suddenly accelerated the marching speed and turned onto the road leading to Blacknia City. Ten miles were in a flash. Soon, Blacknia City, known as the city of No Falling, appeared in front of everyone.

An Fei lifted the curtain and looked out. As a purely military center, the architectural style of Blacknia City is simple and majestic. The tall walls are like a cliff rising from the ground. There are also a large battle fortress in the four corners. The walls are covered with dense stone holes, which are the place for soldiers to fight. There are as many as five mage towers in the city, like giant swords stabbing into the sky, towering straight into the clouds. It has been a while since the war. The surroundings of Blacknia City are clean, but the breeze blows, and it is still

With a light fishy smell. An Fei heard the chat of the Miolic guards. The casualty rate of the Blacknya defenders had exceeded half, and the casualty rate of the Shirot Empire was even more amazing. With the difference in general talents, the siege was always at a disadvantage. The Shirot Empire retreated in a hurry and did not care about burying the bodies of the soldiers. Instead, he pushed the responsibility to the enemy. The secret spies of the Mao Empire were using this to spread rumors in the Shirot Empire and accusing Edward VIII's ruthless crimes.

In the plains around Blacknia, I don’t know how many people are buried. The so-called success of a general is tiring. This sentence is not wrong. It is just that there are some problems in the starting point, which is a faint smell of personal interests. The center of the dispute means that one should not pay such a great price to become famous. For a real general, this accusation seems shallow and ignorant, and is purely the opinion of literati and poets. Most wars are not to make anyone famous, some are to seize the space for survival, and some are writing about their indomitableness in blood. For the latter, even if they are tiring up thousands of bones, what’s the harm?!

The city gate slowly opened, and Mioric's personal guard passed through the city gate without delay and headed straight towards the center of the city. After a while, the personal guard stopped in front of the city guard's palace. There was no city lord in the city. The city guard combined military and political power to manage everything in the city. In the past, this was the home of Beeri, the commander of the Death Roaring Legion, and now it has become Mioric's temporary residence.

The carriage was knocked twice, and Miolic's voice came from outside: "Here, get off."

An Fei lifted the curtain of the car and was the first to jump out of the carriage. He first glanced at the surrounding scenery, then looked at Mioric. Mioric's smile was still so cheerful and enthusiastic, but in An Fei's heart, there was a bit of a cunning feeling: "Uncle Mioric, why haven't you told me that we are going back through the magic teleportation array?" An Fei said half-complainted and half-inquired.

"Didn't you tell you this morning? The people in the Demon Fog must find ways to retaliate against you."

"But you didn't say that we could go back through the teleportation array."

"Time is tighter, I can only start with one thing."

An Fei had nothing to say. There is a kind of person in the world who can always easily push his own responsibilities aside, or even put them on others. The most depressing thing about An Fei is that he did not expect that the enthusiasm and cheerful Miolic also had another side.

"Where is this?" Niya jumped out of the carriage behind and looked around curiously. It was obvious that she, like An Fei, was kept in the dark.

"This is Blacknya City, Nya, let's go in." Mioric smiled.

Susanna followed Niya and jumped down and walked to An Fei habitually. Ordinary women would subconsciously rely on men's protection, while Susanna no longer needed anyone to protect her. She just liked the feeling of standing next to An Fei.
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