Jon III has three sons.

The eldest prince is gentle and humble, polite to his subordinates, and is known as the wise king.

The second prince was politically savvy and enterprising, winning over most of the plutocratic forces in the country.

And the third prince Edward is not inferior to his two brothers. It is even better to say that in the eyes of many people, he is the one who looks most like the old king.

The reason is that Edward's outstanding military talent is simply a replica of Jon III in his youth.

When he was only seven years old, the little prince showed an unusual military sense and had a very high strategic vision for the formation of troops and the situation on the battlefield.

So much so that at that time, most people in Odin's country viewed Edward from the perspective of a future prince.

This situation was even tacitly tolerated within the royal court.

However, what surprised everyone was that the third prince himself did not seem to think so.

To put it simply, Edward has no idea about the throne.

Edward preferred to stay with the soldiers in the military camp than in the intrigues inside the royal court.

He likes the earthy atmosphere there.

He also always believed that the bloody battlefield was where Edward belonged.

Therefore, he is the only one who can help Odin's army turn the tide of the war.

"Sir Clark, I will be in charge of the front line. I would like you to sit in the rear."

It is very important to clarify the identity of the commander on the battlefield, so that at least there will be no mistakes in command confusion.

Edward stepped forward, pulled out his sharp blade, and gave orders to the overseer next to him.

"Let the First Chinese Army retreat and stop fighting. The soldiers above the fortress continue to use crossbows to attack the troops behind Romaniel."

"In addition, let the caster troops go to the top of the city. The Second Army will set up iron shields for them. Remember, they must first use protective spells to set up in front of the fortress."

In the dark night, the cold wind blew through Edward's hair, and the firelight in the distance gave the elegant third prince a touch of iron blood.

His expression was indifferent, with a maturity that was completely inconsistent with his age, which made the soldiers around him believe in him.

On the battlefield, a mature and calm commander will also make soldiers feel fearless.

His light gray eyes looked straight at the opponent's position through the shadows of swords and swords.

Perhaps, this is a little too much

Taking risks.

Edward is thinking.

What would Jon III do if it was his father?

"Bang!"

The huge explosion sound was deafening, and it was impossible to calm down for a while.

A large amount of elemental magic chanted by the caster behind Romaniel hit the protective barrier erected by Fimmel Fortress like a cannonball, and then exploded.

The scattered magic power touched the surrounding soldiers who had no time to leave, and quickly eroded their bodies.

Then, they also "exploded".

Blood and flesh were scattered all over the sky, causing blood rain to float on the battlefield, creating a scene like purgatory on earth.

Romaniel's old commander couldn't bear to close his eyes.

Not only Odin's people died, but also their own soldiers.

But war is so cruel, so the children who died for Romaniel will at least take your bones home.

The old commander opened his eyes, and his expression turned cold again. They needed to quickly capture the Fimir Fortress tonight, which was Romaniel's goal tonight.

"Romaniel! Charge!"

Countless Romaniel soldiers rushed towards the fighting Fimir Fortress, while the caster troops behind them slowly advanced behind.

Edward's eyes turned red as he looked at the "flesh grinder" in front of him.

He gritted his teeth, and even a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

It was not that Edward had never encountered difficult battles, and he also understood that sacrifices were inevitable, but this time the enemy's tenacity and the level of bloodshed on the battlefield were simply too much compared to those.

This is the hatred that the Romaniel people have accumulated for decades, and only the blood of their enemies can smooth it all away.

Fortunately, Edward is also an excellent commander.

Even though his soul was suffering, he understood what he should do as the commander-in-chief.

Edward took a deep breath and asked the attendant beside him: "Has the letter for help been sent?"

"Yes, Your Highness, our scouts have successfully broken out."

"That's good. How about the previous deployment order?"

"The first and second teams have arrived at the corresponding positions, but the third team was discovered by the enemy's scouts and is currently locked in a bitter battle."

"Everything still doesn't go as planned!" Edward sighed.

"Report!"

A soldier coming down from the front line quickly ran towards Edward, his cheeks dyed black by the flames of war.

"More than half of our caster troops have been damaged. The opponent's casualties should be roughly the same as ours. More than three magic crystal cannons have been damaged."

"Use all the last magic crystals and continuously attack Romaniel's position at a high frequency. You don't have to worry about damage to the equipment."

"this……"

"implement."

Not long after, a dazzling light penetrated the entire battlefield, annihilating everything wherever the colorful light went, and the Romaniels suffered a huge blow.

This is the power of the magic crystal cannon.

The magic crystal cannon is a product of magic technology from the Irish continent. It uses magic crystals as cannonballs. The magic crystals are completely energized through the magic circle engraved in the barrel, and then they are gathered and fired.

The power of the magic crystal cannon depends entirely on the quality and quantity of the magic crystal, and its maximum destructive power can even be comparable to level 7 to 8 spells.

But similarly, the magic crystal cannon also has its own shortcomings.

First, the magic crystal cannon cannot be fired continuously. It needs to be cooled down every time it is fired. If it is fired forcefully, it is not impossible, but it may explode.

Second, the same high-power magic crystal may also cause an explosion, so generally speaking, the maximum destructive power of the magic crystal cannon can be comparable to that of a seventh-level to eighth-level spell. It is just a beautiful idea.

Third, it is expensive to build. Because it has to carry the high concentration of energy condensed by magic crystals, the materials of magic crystal cannons are all special magic stones. This means that the number of magic crystal cannons in a kingdom will not be too rich, even if

The same goes for the Odin Empire, the leader of the Northern Alliance.

Regardless of the expensive strategic weapon Magic Crystal Cannon, Edward quickly caused a large amount of losses to the enemy. This was not only because the defenders of Fimir Fortress were already at a disadvantage, but also because of his layout on the battlefield.

The magic crystal cannon's "self-sacrifice" resulted in a temporary deficit in Romaniel's army, which allowed Odin's soldiers to temporarily breathe a sigh of relief.

That's not all Edward was thinking about. He gently stroked the white war horse pulled by the attendant, as if he were his lover.

"The time has come!"

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