On the city wall in the distance.
The messenger Bazel, witnessed this scene from afar. His thin, withered body trembled violently, and he felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision, Venus. His mouth gaped open, revealing a set of black and yellow teeth, his gray hair was ruffled by the wind, and he muttered blankly, "This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible... He's still alive... Why is this happening... Is he a monster? How could he survive being pierced by a thousand arrows? Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it all!"
The old man felt like he was going crazy.
Standing to the side, Gejir, who had been gloating the whole time, suddenly collapsed onto his backside. Alexander was still alive! In that instant, the fat pig's keen senses told him: Oh no, his good luck was about to disappear, and a huge problem was about to arise.
Below the city gate's watchtower.
With a soft groan, Angela slowly awoke, her sorrow like that of a lily that had withered before it could bloom. Her eyes were dim and lifeless. Hearing the cheers outside the bridge, she glanced over through her tears, but in that instant, her gaze froze. Her heart pounded uncontrollably, for through her tear-blurred vision, she saw that tall, familiar figure standing far away on the bridge. The grieving girl quickly wiped her eyes in disbelief... By God of War of War, it really was him!!
The vitality and radiance of life instantly returned to the girl's delicate body.
" Alexander..."
Angela murmured softly, her tears finally flowing uncontrollably. Unlike her previous tears of despair, this time they were tears of joy. She suddenly stood up, hastily wiping away her tears, and then, ignoring the attempts of Lampard, Brook, and the others who had returned to stop her, she lifted her skirt and ran swiftly down the city walls like a happy little bird.
I need to see him!
The beautiful girl said this to herself in her heart.
She had walked this path from the top of Chambord City to the stone bridge countless times. Standing on the city wall or the bridge to admire the sunset and sunrise, and to pray for poor Alexander, were things the young girl often did. But Angela had never felt that this path was so long.
She wished she could instantly Blink to the person's arms on the bridge.
"Hey, watch your step... Angela... slow down... slow down, wait for me!"
The blonde little Loli Jima, followed behind, laughing and calling out, her golden ponytail bobbing behind her head. Her bright and cheerful appearance filled Frank Lampard, the top warrior of Chambord City, who was standing on the city wall, with a smile in his eyes. Not long ago, when he saw Sun Fei shot into a fat white porcupine at the bridgehead, Lampard was shocked and jumped off the city wall without hesitation, rushing madly to the other side... But in the process, he suddenly remembered Alexander's instruction to take care of Angela. After a slight hesitation, he quickly turned back to protect Angela.
Thankfully, Angela is alright.
At the critical moment, Brook alertly and firmly protected her.
Now everything is alright. Alexander has returned alive, the enemy has been routed and is fleeing in panic, and reinforcements from the Zenit Empire have arrived. All dangers for Chambord City have been instantly eliminated, and everything has turned out perfectly.
Thinking of this, Lampard, whose usually calm and collected expression was like that of an international deadpan, couldn't help but break into a bright smile. It was the first time in years that he had smiled so happily. He glanced at the messenger Bazel, whose face was as gloomy as a dark cloud not far away, his eyes full of provocation.
The latter could only let out a cold snort with a gloomy face.
On the Zuli River.
After annihilating over 1,000 fleeing Black Armor Army soldiers, hundreds of knights roared in from afar and stopped on the riverbank. A huge red carriage, pulled by eight horses, slowly drove through the crowd. The carriage was astonishingly large, at least three meters long, supported by four enormous and exquisite wooden wheels. The entire carriage seemed to be carved from a single, massive piece of natural wood, adorned with patterns of thorns and lifelike birds. There were two small ventilation windows on each side of the carriage. Surprisingly, the driver was a knight in gleaming armor, and he appeared to be quite skilled.
Upon seeing the carriage arrive, the magnificently armored knight leader, who had been knocked to the ground by Sun Fei, scrambled to his feet and clung to the carriage shaft, sobbing and embellishing the story. He cried out, "Sister Tanasha, that damned fellow has utterly insulted the dignity of the Zenit Empire! He even cursed you... You absolutely cannot let him get away with this!"
There was a few seconds of silence inside the carriage.
Then, a soft, weak voice came from inside. " Jimi, did you provoke the opponent first? This time you've met a master who doesn't give you, the little Prince of Zenit, any face. Consider this a lesson learned; don't provoke trouble again... I remember telling you many times that to become a true knight, personal strength and battlefield achievements are far from enough. Humility, honesty, compassion, courage, justice, sacrifice, honor, and spirit—you must always remember these eight principles to have any chance of becoming a true knight."
This soft, weak voice sounded like someone who had been ill for a long time, lacking any intimidating power, yet it seemed to possess the power to penetrate the heart, easily exposing the little Prince Jimi Tolbinsky's lie, and incidentally giving his good-for-nothing younger brother another lecture.
Prince Tolbinsky had initially intended to use his sister to teach the Barbarian who dared to challenge him a lesson, but after this scolding, he immediately became dejected. He pleaded with a sense of relief and grievance, "Sister, but this time it really wasn't my fault..."
"Alright, that's the end of it. If you have any further thoughts, I'll have the soldiers take you back first..." The weak voice from the carriage coldly interrupted Tolbinsky. After a moment of silence, it continued, "Bring Butler Best over."
Tolbinsky reluctantly stood up, turned around, waved his hand, and whispered to the soldier beside him, "Go and fetch that damned groom."
The soldier agreed and turned to leave.
A moment later, the soldier led over a middle-aged man, around forty years old, dressed in a coarse linen robe. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with neatly combed short black hair, striking eyebrows, bright, clear eyes, a straight nose, and a well-proportioned figure. Despite wearing a rough linen robe, his relaxed demeanor gave the impression of wearing the most expensive formal attire in the world, exuding an air of refined elegance. It was clear that in his youth he must have been an incredibly handsome man, and even now, in his forties, his every move possessed a captivating charm that could make innocent young girls swoon.
"You lowly 'coach' Best, go tell your foolish son-in- King that the Zenit Empire's ambassador has arrived! Make him come out and kneel to greet him..." Perhaps out of jealousy, Prince Tolbinsky was furious at the handsome old man who had been acting as a coachman all along the way, yet seemed quite content. He spoke imperiously, emphasizing the word "coach" heavily.
"As you wish, Prince Highness!"
The middle-aged Best, Best, showed no sign of anger. He gracefully bowed in a standard aristocratic gesture, then walked unhurriedly toward Chambord City. This composed attitude made the little Prince feel as if he had just acted like an ill-mannered country bumpkin, and he was so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood. However, no one noticed that after turning around and walking away, Best flicked the middle finger at himself.
Finally, we returned to Chambord City, and all the worries we had along the way vanished.
Seeing the towering, mostly intact city walls in the distance, Best breathed a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the reinforcements arrived at the right time. The worst didn't happen; the Black Armor Army didn't breach the castle..." Thinking of this, Best sighed again. With Lampard, the top expert in Chambord City, there shouldn't be any major trouble from that guy Bazel. Angela and that foolish King should be safe and sound.
The countless mangled corpses on the ground and the scenes left by the fierce battle filled Best with lingering fear. He truly didn't know how Chambord City had managed to hold out; it was nothing short of a miracle. Facing an attack from at least 3,000 well-trained Black Armor Army soldiers, how could 400 soldiers of the King's Guard have held out for five days?
When they reached the bridge, Best, who had remained calm throughout, looked around and finally froze.
" God of War above... That's ruthless! They actually broke the stone bridge? I wonder whose terrible idea it was? Hmm, Lampard and Brook, those two blockheads, would never have thought of that... Could it be Bazel? When did that old dog ever do anything good?"
Best lowered his head in thought.
Just then, he heard cheers from the broken bridge across the river and noticed that a huge crowd had gathered there, celebrating wildly for some unknown reason. Amidst the roar of the river, he faintly heard shouts of " Long Live the King!" and "Long live His Majesty!" Best was immediately taken aback: Long Live the King? Uh... could they be talking about that fool Alexander?
Best quickened his pace and swiftly crossed the broken bridge.
At that moment, he witnessed another scene that left him speechless—
Suddenly, her pure, kind, and beautiful daughter Angela, ran wildly out of the city, abandoning all ladylike manners. Like a beautiful butterfly fluttering happily among the flowers, her face flushed, she parted the crowd, crying and laughing, and threw herself into the arms of a young man covered in tattered armor and bloodstains, holding him tightly.
Best could hardly believe his eyes.
Good heavens, when did my pure and innocent daughter Angela, like a blank sheet of paper, become so passionate and open? She's embracing a strange young man in public without any restraint! Has she forgotten her future queenly status? Or has something strange happened while I was away from Chambord City?
Thinking of this, Best felt a chill run down his spine.
He felt he should remind his silly daughter not to be fooled by the sweet talk of those frivolous young men. Best ran to the gap in the broken bridge and deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey, Angela, my little darling, I'm home!"
Across from the broken bridge.
Sun Fei was enjoying the blissful feeling of being embraced by a soft, warm woman when his beautiful fiancée rushed out and threw herself into his arms. After a moment of surprise, he was overjoyed. He thought to himself with delight, "Haha, I guess I've finally found a hero and a beauty, hehe..."
Just as Sun Fei was grinning from ear to ear, suppressing the urge to drool and savoring the beauty in his arms, someone, oblivious to the danger, yelled at the top of their lungs, "Angela, my little darling, I'm back..."
Sun Fei into a rage.
"Damn it, which blind bastard dares to openly flirt with my girl?"
A surge of anger ignited uncontrollably in the heart of a jealous man. He angrily scanned the people around him, then followed their gaze to the other side of the bridge. There, on the broken bridge, stood a rather handsome old man with a lecherous look, staring at the beautiful girl in his arms with obvious ill intentions.
"Who the hell is this old bastard?"
Sun Fei felt a tickle in his fist.
I went through the chapters again very carefully in the afternoon.
We must transform, we dare not be careless in the slightest.
I'm desperately asking for your favorites and recommendations. I've written over 7000 words today, but I've definitely been extremely careful and meticulous in refining the Daozi.