"Your Highness, do you really want to do this?"

Clark looked at our Third Prince worriedly, his voice full of worry.

You must know that the loss of the Fimir Fortress will cost him at least a layer of skin. If anything happens to Edward, it is estimated that not only him, but the entire family will be angry.

Even though the old king was seriously ill, Edward still had many supporters in the royal court. If Edward participated in the battle for the crown prince, I believe that many families that are currently neutral would rise up and engrave the name of the third prince on their family emblems.

This is one of the reasons why Edward is unwilling to return to the royal capital.

It was not Edward's will to fight with his two brothers to the death for a cold throne, but many times a person's will does not mean anything. As long as you have enough ability and a reasonable identity, there will be countless people behind you.

A hand, intentionally or unintentionally, pushes you to the highest position.

Edward took a deep breath, a rather cold expression on his young face.

"The ferocity of the enemy's attack was completely beyond my expectation, and we have already fallen into a disadvantage due to mental calculation or unintentional calculation. Unless the stalemate continues, unless the goddess is with us, Fimir Fortress may not be able to hold on for long."

"I still recommend that you retreat in advance. If something happens to you, Your Highness, I will not regret my death."

"Sir Clark, as long as there is a chance, I will never give up hope of victory, nor will I give up my brothers and sisters who are here together!"

After saying this, Edward put on his helmet and raised the sword in his hand high.

"Brothers and sisters, Romaniel's desire to kill me will never die. We beat them to a pulp decades ago. Decades later, we can also let the Romaniel know about us in this place where countless ancestors shed their lives and blood.

How awesome! We are the guardians of the Odin Empire, and our wives, children, and parents are behind us, can we retreat?"

"cannot!"

"Louder!"

"Can't! Can't! Can't!"

"We want it?!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"For glory! For Odin! Us! Charge!"

"For the Odin Empire!"

Edward got on his horse and led the troops across the ruined inner city. Behind him were countless fanatical Odin soldiers. They only had eyes for the commander in front, who was their third prince and their commander!

"May the aloof war god be with you forever

I hope you will keep moving forward."

Clark was nervous and sweating profusely. He clasped his hands and prayed for the soldiers who went forward.

Edward was riding on a war horse and soon came into close combat with the enemy. He avoided the opponent's attack and chopped off the head of the enemy in front with one sword.

Edward is not only a highly skilled military man, but he is also a good at charging into battle. He was among the top three in the Odin Royal Knights Academy that year, and he is a real low-level knight.

Like a sharp sword, the attacking team led by Edward penetrated straight into the heart of the enemy.

All obstacles in front of them are like ashes.

"Oh? You still dare to attack on your own? I really don't know how to evaluate you, Edward."

On the hillside, Romaniel's old commander watched Edward and his personal guards march in like steel knives slicing tofu, and he had two thoughts in his mind.

He admired the extraordinary courage of a young man like Edward, who still worked hard to break the situation even though he was deeply disadvantaged.

However, he is still too young...

The old man sighed.

"Let's do it."

With this order, the Romaniel, who had looked as vulnerable as a chicken and a dog just now, stood up again.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed again and again.

Edward has fallen into the enemy's encirclement, and all around him are the Romaniels who are eyeing him.

Trapped in siege!

Sure enough, he was a young man who was a little too impulsive. Now he not only captured Fimmel Fortress, but also Jon III's favorite little prince. It was an unexpected surprise.

The old commander's face showed a look of victory.

...

Edward faced so many enemies with a fearless expression on his face. The crazy killing caused by the charge just now had completely dyed his armor red, and his fighting spirit had almost reached its peak. The people around him were

The guards also regarded death as a homecoming.

Protecting the safety of His Highness the Third Prince is the only reason for their existence.

When Odin's army at the rear saw that Edward was surrounded by enemies, they became anxious for a moment and began to push forward desperately, trying to save Edward.

There is a saying in the ancient East that two fists are no match for four hands.

Unless you possess extraordinary power that transcends limitations, you will still be limited by the strength of your numbers.

Although the battle at Fimir Fortress was fierce, in fact the highest level of professionals on both sides was only level six. This kind of presence might be able to defeat a hundred on a local battlefield, but it would be difficult to completely change the overall situation.

The most powerful personal guard around Edward is a mid-level knight (strength corresponds to the professional level of level 4 to 6). His existence is definitely at the level of a god in the eyes of ordinary soldiers. It is precisely because of the power of this guard that

Only Edward could hold on and not be swallowed up by the "waves" of the Romaniels.

But Romaniel could not let a powerful knight slaughter their soldiers wantonly, and soon a strong man of the same level entangled the guard.

This made Edward's situation even more difficult.

"bite!"

The ice spear attacking from a distance triggered the magical protective items on Edward's body. Another sneak attack by Romaniel failed, but such magical creations would never be able to resolve the danger every time.

Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer...

Edward roared silently in his heart.

Time moved extremely slowly in his mind, and he didn't know how he survived.

His arms were extremely sore every time he raised them, his brain felt heavy, and his eyes seemed to be bright red.

The charge horn coming from far away is so far away...

Edward smiled.

Because he recognized that it was the charging horn of the Odin Empire. That was the signal for their major counterattack!

Win!

He finally persisted until this moment, and all the sacrifices were not in vain. In the end, the Romaniels could only escape from here in despair.

"Your Highness!"

Edward looked confusedly at the guards rushing towards him.

He lowered his head and found that blood was flowing continuously from his lower abdomen.

A crossbow arrow is up there!

Edward fell to his knees on the ground.

Then, darkness came and he knew nothing.

These chapters can be regarded as a foreshadowing. The first big chapter of this book will come soon (probably). The next chapter should probably return to Ivan's perspective.

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