The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

"That is to say, is the Winter King determined to lock up with Howard, the second prince of Merton?" The Duke of Bristol's expression became serious, his lips curled slightly, and his blue eyes like the sea froze at this moment , They have a little more darkness, like snow mountains in winter night.

"At the banquet, Prince Howard has clearly expressed to the Winter King his hostility towards you and the Grand Duke Corvette. He also has hostility towards the Duke of Rhinemann and the Duke of Matthew En. He wants to use the power of the Winter King to suppress in one fell swoop. All Dukes who oppose him and wait and see, consolidate their thrones."

Marquez also had a look of urgency. After all, the Winter King is a champion knight, which oppresses their hearts like a mountain.

If the Duke of Bristol beside him fell, what would happen to him and Sunny?

He will die in the battle with the soldiers of Winter City, and Shanny, the girl he loves the most, will either be executed by Howard, or will be captured as a military prostitute, and will eventually die miserably in the barracks. It is unacceptable in any way.

"Lord Duke..."

Marquez gritted his teeth and clenched his hands tightly together.

"Why don't we leave the Bwin Territory... We still have so many troops in our hands, we can completely break away from the Merton Empire, and we can take a big ship to the Southern Continent..."

"Marquez!" The old prince glared at the earth knight, his majestic gaze was like that of an old dragon.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" he snapped.

Marquez bowed his head and said nothing.

His eyes were ashamed and dark.

"Do you think that if we support Howard, we will avoid this disaster? No, no, Howard is a man who will take revenge. When we supported the eldest prince, we have caused him a lot of trouble. Now we have long been a thorn in his side. A thorn in the flesh, we will be targeted by him no matter what."

The old prince took Marquez and led him to the hillside in front of the castle.

"The Buwin family has built here for hundreds of years, and everything is here. Every inch of land here is bought by the ancestors of the Buwin family with their blood and lives." The old duke's voice was calm, and it seemed to have a The magical power gradually calmed down the anxiety and worry in Marquez's heart.

Fort Bwin was built on a high cliff.

Looking down from the top, you can see the cities and villages surrounding the city of Bwin.

They are like irregular quadrilaterals or pentagons surrounding Bwin City. People are squirming like ants on the lasagna-like streets, rivers are blue blood vessels, forest wilderness is green flesh, and He and the Duke are high above the clouds, as if standing on top of their ancestors.

Domestic falcons circled overhead.

Marquez could hear the clang of the Bwin family flag flapping in the wind.

"My grandfather, Mario Bwin, when he was brought back, his body was covered with arrow holes left by the arrows of the elves... He was shot to death by the army ambushed by the elves when he was commanding the army to retreat..."

Following the old duke's description, the huge oil painting on the central wall in the castle hall gradually emerged in Marquez's mind, and the painting on it was Mario Bowen.

It was a serious-looking old man.

Every deep wrinkle on his face seems to be prepared for the word "serious", with his lips curled down, looking serious, wearing heavy armor, and holding a blood-stained saber tightly in his hand.

Behind him is a murderous army.

The azure blue pupils were dyed red by the bloody battlefield, reflecting mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"It was night at that time, and the north wind made people's bones ache. In the emerald border, blizzards always come suddenly." The old prince had a look of reminiscence on his face.

At that time, he was just a milk baby who didn't understand anything, and he couldn't remember the specific details. He only remembered a bloody man lying on a stretcher, and even his gray beard was dyed red.

The rest of the story comes from my father's dictation.

"The elves are hiding in the snowdrifts. They are not afraid of the cold, and they have been waiting for a long time. Facing such an attack, he had to stand on a high place and hold a torch to direct the battle, but the night will not weaken the fighting power of the elves. Those long-eared The vision of the monkey at night is still like daytime. Because of his proper command, the army reacted in a short time and quickly launched a counterattack. Facing the charge of the cavalry, the elves had to retreat, but he was also shot with 192 arrows and died. At that time, he was half-kneeling there with a saber, and his eyes were wide open. In fact, he was dead a long time ago, but the elf always thought that he was not dead, and sent arrows to him one by one until he was shot into a hedgehog."

The old prince took a deep breath.

When it was spit out again, it had turned into a steaming cloud in the cold morning air.

"Most of King Merton's army has been preserved. Without the command of the first Duke, the consequences would be disastrous. Those long-eared monkeys will turn off all the light sources, and then there will be a one-sided massacre!"

"And then." Marquez pursed his lips.

"Later, King Merton pursued the Buwin family as dukes. Since my father was still young and not strong enough, the position of duke was taken over by my uncle, Sky Knight Blanche Buwin. In the same year, on a rainy night, the Emerald Fortress was assassinated by the elven sword dance master who sneaked into the Emerald Fortress, and at the same time, three sky knights from the Cologne Empire and a great mage from Kalanli were also assassinated."

"What about the elves? What about their losses?" Marquez asked.

"One of them died. Those cunning long-eared monkeys are very good at assassination, but after this assassination, the Emerald Fortress has also strengthened its guard against the night. Although some soldiers were assassinated afterwards, the elves no longer dared to be too presumptuous .”

Marquez gasped when he heard that.

He had never fought an elf before, but with the stories told by the old duke, he already had a general understanding of the fighting power of elves.

It was such a powerful elf who was killed and retreated by the Winter King.

Even solved a natural disaster of the undead?

What kind of monsters are the Winter King and his army...

No wonder the old Duke had asked him to find out whether King Winter's strength had reached the legendary level.

"After my uncle died, my young father took over the position of duke. At that time, he was just a great knight. It stands to reason that it is impossible to sit on a dukedom with such strength, but this is something that cannot be helped. It is impossible for King Merton to give me The Bowen family cut down the nobility, which caused the surrounding lords to keep eyeing the Bowen Territory."

"It took my father 30 years to manage Buwin. He worked hard day and night. A man in his 40s looked like an old man in his 80s. Later, he died of exhaustion in his study, with a pile of waiting on the table. processed files."

The old duke turned around and stared at the young earth knight with a dazed expression:

"Marquez, what I tell you today is to let you understand that without the dedication of the ancestors of the Buwin family, I would not be where I am now, nor the glorious Duchy of Buwin. It is impossible for me to hand over the land to others, let alone Give Howard that fool with only muscles in his brain, if they must take it, let them exchange it with flesh and blood!"

Marquez looked into the eyes of the old prince. He seemed to see a raging fire inside. Those eyes seemed to gradually overlap with the old knight on the oil painting in the castle hall.