The eldest princess's meaning was clear: apart from the Southern War Zone where the young Zenit [ God of War ] Arshavin was located, Sun Fei could choose one of the following: the Second War Zone in the southwest of the empire bordering the Eindhoven Empire, or the Third War Zone in the west of the empire bordering the Ajax Empire, to lead the [ Wolf Fang Legion ] to the front lines.
Although the title of First Commander of the War Zone sounded very impressive, Sun Fei quickly grasped the deeper meaning behind it.
"Does the Military Department mean that my [ Wolf Fang Legion ] should use the strength of a mere legion to fight against the mighty army of a second-level empire? Aren't they afraid that I will suffer a crushing defeat and the empire's borders will fall?"
While Sun Fei said this, he was actually thinking rapidly about which war zone to choose. His Majesty the King knew that since the Princess had already spoken to him, there was absolutely no room for negotiation, and he had no choice but to accept it.
"His Majesty Yassin and the Minister of the Military Department both believe in Your Majesty Alexander's abilities. The nickname ' One Fist Spanning the Heavens ' has long resounded throughout the empire. Moreover, everyone can see that Chambord City is teeming with experts and fierce generals, its troops are strong and well-equipped. In terms of combat power, it is arguably the strongest among the vassal states. This is the perfect opportunity to gallop across the battlefield and establish merit. For Your Majesty, this is a tremendous opportunity..."
Sun Fei shook his head.
His gaze remained fixed on the massive map of the territory on the wall, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, but he still spoke calmly and slowly, " Chambord City's foundation is too shallow, and besides, I don't want my people to die in vain. This great opportunity to make a name for myself is one I can give to someone else, upholding the spirit of putting others before myself."
The eldest princess looked at Sun Fei's expression, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. Hehe, appointing you as the first commander of a major war zone is His Majesty Yassin's personal selection, and the result of careful consideration by the seven commanders of the Military Department. No one can change it." At this point, the [ Female Literary Sage ] paused, then stared intently into Sun Fei's eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Moreover, I'm sure His Majesty himself actually expects this outcome."
"Oh?" Sun Fei laughed. "Why should I expect such an outcome?"
"Because you're going to seek revenge." The princess's deep blue, mesmerizing eyes suddenly turned serious as she spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.
"Revenge? For whom?" Sun Fei continued to feign ignorance.
"Of course, it's for that mysterious elder who is like a teacher, a friend, a father, and a brother to you." A hint of sadness flashed in those captivating deep blue eyes, as brilliant as ocean waves. "You know who I'm talking about, don't you?"
Sun Fei remained silent.
After a long pause, His Majesty the King looked up seriously and asked, "So, you know everything?"
"Yes, I understand. I know everything about you and him," the princess replied just as earnestly.
"How did you know?" Sun Fei asked, somewhat curious.
The eldest princess suddenly laughed, "Your King, do you really think that you are the only young talent favored by the Martial Saint in the vast Zenit Empire? Aren't you far too arrogant and conceited?"
Sun Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
He understood.
No wonder Krasic, even in his final moments, remained concerned about preserving the royal bloodline, even deliberately mentioning the name of Princess Tanasha. He only passed away peacefully after receiving Sun Fei's promise. It seems that this devoted Martial Saint's care and concern for Princess Tanasha was perhaps no less than his concern for himself.
This is understandable, since even before Sun Fei had made a name for himself, everyone in the empire already knew the names of [ Ice Asura ] and [ Female Literary Sage ].
It was almost inevitable that such a stunningly beautiful woman would gain the favor and patronage of the Guardian Martial Saint, especially given that the Princess's status was so closely intertwined with the fate of the empire.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Krasic told the eldest princess about his story with Sun Fei.
"Since you know all this, can you tell me the truth about this battle?" Sun Fei Earth Inquiry, looking at the woman before him who was always calm and meticulous despite her profound wisdom.
The eldest princess sighed.
She seemed to be sighing much more frequently than usual today.
" Alexander," the princess addressed him differently, walking over gently. Her slender, jade-white fingers lightly stroked the map of the empire's territory on the wall, and she spoke slowly in an almost murmured tone, "I'll tell you a story."
Many years ago, on this vast land marked on the map before us, a peerless figure was born who overshadowed any genius.
He shone as brightly as a comet, stealing the spotlight from everyone else.
He single-handedly changed the landscape of this land. Starting from humble beginnings, he created an invincible empire in a short period of time. He led his knights in battles across the country, and was invincible. No matter how powerful the enemy was, they collapsed as quickly as clay chickens and earthenware dogs in front of him.
He was as radiant as the Sun in the sky; with a single call from him, countless warriors would shed their blood for him; wherever his sword pointed, knights would conquer the fortresses ahead.
Finally, his power aroused fear in other powerful figures on the continent who were considered invincible.
His pride prevented him from ever learning to compromise or back down.
Therefore, with the combined efforts of all parties, the influence of some high-level forces, and after a shameless conspiracy, at the height of his glory, he encountered a formidable opponent and suffered a devastating defeat.
This defeat caused almost unbearable damage to his powerful body.
From then on, he fell from the pinnacle of his life. Those who worried about him thought he was no longer aware of the threat, which is why he survived. He began to reflect on himself and had to endure humiliation and lie low, licking his wounds while slowly waiting for the opportunity to rise again.
However, the severity of the injury seemed to exceed his expectations.
Decades have passed, and he has still not recovered.
Although he still possessed a vast empire, his severe injuries gradually weakened his body, making it unable to Resist the torment of illness and time. The relentless passage of years and his terrible wounds devoured him, making him increasingly weak, and his name was buried in the dust of time. The long period of silence, forbearance, and retreat led many to gradually believe that this peerless genius was a critically wounded dragon, lacking even the strength to breathe dragon fire, and that he was about to collapse and die.
At this moment, those who had been conquered and defeated, those who had lost their Glory, those despicable insects, began to stir.
Hatred had driven them mad, and they would never allow him to die peacefully.
They will repay all the humiliation he inflicted upon them.
They believed the time for retaliation had come.
They patiently spent over a decade confirming that he was indeed too weak to retaliate. They were so terrified of him that, despite knowing he was utterly frail, they dared not harbor any illusions. They couldn't wait for him to die completely; no one knew if this genius would create another miracle. So they decided to eliminate this terrible source of trouble. They devised a grand and horrific plan to kill him completely.
The plan has begun.
Even though he was already extremely weak, they still dared not face him directly. So these poor fellows first had to eliminate the supporters around him, just like when hunting a dragon, you have to cut off its wings and claws and seal its mouth.
As a result, over the past decade or so, twenty-three powerful and illustrious figures who had once followed him have disappeared from various stories and occasions for various reasons.
Finally, recently, their target has shifted to the last powerful individual they perceive as a threat who could potentially aid them.
At this point, the eldest princess paused and quietly looked at Sun Fei.
The wise and shrewd princess ended the story with a tone that was both proud and resentful. "Now you should understand?" This was the first time Sun Fei had seen her speak with such undisguised personal emotion.
Sun Fei nodded.
However, he still looked at the princess with a strange gaze and asked Earth Inquiry, "I understand, but I just want to know why the Martial Saint Krasic died on the summit of Martial Saint Mountain, and what its connection is to His Majesty Yassin's historical story?"
The eldest princess understood Sun Fei's meaning almost instantly, and said in surprise, "Are you blaming someone? Blaming someone for not having a sufficiently powerful expert from the capital descend to the summit of Martial Saint Mountain to confront Martial Saint Krasic during last night's battle? If that were the case, Krasic might not have died... But don't you know?"
"Know what?" Sun Fei asked, puzzled.
"Don't you know what happened in the capital last night? Lord Kaká, the [ Son of God ] of the Church, who had been traveling for some time, returned to the capital with a large number of experts. Last night, he sent people to visit all the experts in the capital who were at least at the Moon Class. Even His Majesty Yassin had to receive Lord Kaká despite his serious illness. When the Church See experts visited, the Martial Saint Battle had just begun, and after the Church experts left, the Martial Saint Mountain ended."
Sun Fei raised his eyebrows. " The Holy Church again?"
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