It is now late at night and almost dawn, and the lights above Fimir Fortress are still brightly lit.

The broken fortress walls seemed to be telling how fierce the battle just now was. Broken limbs and broken arms were almost spread all over the ground, and the blood had washed the earth into dark red.

A large number of soldiers were walking around in the fortress, some of them were repairing the walls, while others were collecting the bodies of their comrades on the battlefield.

Tonight, the sky was filled with wailing sounds, and even the moon couldn't help but hide. Countless wounded people were temporarily left in the camps, and countless medical staff were walking around sweating profusely.

What worries Clark most now is not Romaniel's follow-up actions, nor the great achievements of defending the Fimir Fortress. The young man who is still unconscious deep in the camp is the one he is worried about.

If the young man fails to survive, let alone being promoted to an official position, whether he can survive until three days later is still unknown.

Clark was really filled with melancholy. He walked around the room and couldn't help but think about the scene dozens of minutes ago.

To be honest, Edward's strategy is really risky.

"There is no result in continuing to struggle with the enemy in the Fimir Fortress. The enemy is well prepared. Sooner or later we will be unable to withstand Romaniel's attack, so we might as well rush to the rear positions directly and burn everything to have a chance of survival." At that time.

, Edward said so.

"But, Your Highness, isn't this a bit too risky? If it fails to achieve any good results, it is possible that Fimir Fortress will no longer be able to resist."

"You are right, this is indeed a risky move, but if it succeeds, we will have a great chance to directly reverse the entire situation of the war."

"Will it be that simple?"

"Of course it's impossible, so I need a way to attract their attention so that Romaniel has nothing else to worry about for the time being."

"Your Highness? Is it possible that you want it?!"

"Well, use me as bait to buy time for the surprise attack force, and we will attack when the time comes."

"Your Highness, think twice! It's too dangerous to do this. I can't guarantee your Highness's safety at all!" Edward's words almost scared Clark to death. "If something happens to Your Highness, it would be no pity for me to die!"

"Don't worry, Lord Clark, my personal guards will try their best to protect me."

"Your Highness

!Your Highness!”

Edward didn't try to convince Clark anymore. He understood what the head of Fimir Fortress was worried about.

In other words, this greasy middle-aged man is essentially just worried about his own prosperity.

Just as Edward expected, they easily entered the heart of the Romaniel army. On the one hand, it was because they were truly powerful, and on the other hand, the Romaniels deliberately showed weakness and led them into the encirclement.

among.

But this was exactly what Edward needed.

If the opponent deploys a large number of troops to deal with him, it will expose an opening in the rear.

Edward had previously asked two teams of elite soldiers to hide in the wilderness. As long as there was a flaw in Romaniel's camp, they would swarm forward and tear these invaders to pieces.

Therefore, it was completely unexpected that the Romanier defense deployed by Edward was hit hard, and the front line temporarily became leaderless.

The uncommanded Romaniel army was like a headless fly. It was unable to put up any effective resistance against the massive counterattack of Fimir Fortress, and in the end it had no choice but to retreat.

Clark sighed. Although he won, the result was even more difficult for him.

Alas, now I can only pray to the goddess of luck that His Highness the Third Prince will be safe and sound...

King Odin's city, thousands of miles away, was not at peace at this time. The royal court was also aware of Romaniel's invasion tonight.

A group of ministers gathered in the main hall, but until now they have not been able to discuss a suitable plan.

"Declaration of war, war must be declared! We must show a tough stance to those outside who are not optimistic about the empire."

"You said it quite easily. You don't know the situation in the empire right now. Are you going to increase the burden on the empire?"

"What? Do you mean to endure it? Can't you just watch Romaniel do whatever he wants on top of us?"

"Are you stupid? We can temporarily negotiate with Romaniel to delay time."

"Negotiation again? You cowards!"

"Humph, a brainless war madman."

The war party and the negotiating party were quarreling back and forth, and several old men with gray hair continued to argue until their faces turned red.

"Masters, please calm down first. The top priority now is to send troops to support the Fimir Fortress. Edward is still there.

I'm struggling to hold on." The one who spoke was the eldest prince, and his behavior towards everyone made people feel like a spring breeze and approachable.

The second prince did not speak, but nodded beside him.

The two current actual controllers within the Royal Court have reached an agreement, and naturally no one stands up to oppose it.

However, at this moment, new information also arrived.

"Fimir Fortress takes the initiative to defeat Romaniel!"

"Really?"

"If you don't believe it, see for yourself!"

The new news was passed from the eldest prince to every minister present.

They all looked at the letter in surprise.

Fight...win?! How is that possible!

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince is indeed amazing!" Many people were talking below.

This incredible news brings more options to the Odin Empire.

"Now no one should think that the Odin Empire can be manipulated at will." Duke Peter Fresa was silent all night, and finally expressed his opinion, "There is no need to declare war for the time being. If Roman

Neil quit after this time and let's forget it. But we can still negotiate about tonight's matter, but our attitude can be a little tougher."

Old Peter Fresa's prestige was very high, and the plan he proposed was relatively reasonable. The meeting ended with his decisive speech.

Not long after everyone dispersed, two black figures quietly met around them.

"I've already opened the city gate for you, but you still haven't been able to capture Fimir Fortress. It's really FW."

"If you want to blame it, blame it on your Highness the Third Prince. No one could have imagined that this young man would have such courage."

What Sombra wanted to boast about was not only his courage, but also his ability to grasp the battle situation and his unique strategic vision. These were the main reasons for Romaniel's ultimate failure.

"I have warned you not to underestimate him. I hope you will not mess up this time."

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Ivan: “I’m not the protagonist after all!”

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