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

The Bwin and Colt collars are next to each other.

Bwin is in the north, closer to the city of Meton.

The Colt Territory is in the south, near the middle of the Meton Empire.

After receiving the letter from the Duke of Bristol, the Duke of Corvette immediately led his core army into the territory of Bwin.

The morning of the third day.

He had landed on the great lawn in front of Bwin Castle on a griffin.

Coming down with the Grand Duke Corvette was his son, Berg Colt.

He is a young man with short, bright blonde hair and a red teardrop-shaped birthmark under his left eye, which makes him very recognizable in the crowd.

The Duke of Bristol recognized him immediately, although the last time they met, he was a baby in the arms of the Duke of Corvette.

Walking in front of the young knight was an old knight wearing a rhinoceros horn helmet, with a big waist and a round waist. His gray and white curly hair was hidden in the helmet, and only one or two strands were mixed with the same color beard hanging on both sides of his cheeks. Ruddy, with bright eyes, when he saw the Duke of Bristol, he roared like a bell:

"Ah! Bristol! It's great to see you! Especially seeing that your hair is whiter than last year!" The carefree Duke of Corvette hugged Bristol in a bear hug, and the Duke of Bristol only felt himself The bones of the whole body are "creaking".

He broke free from Duke Corvette's arms, looked him up and down, and said with a smile:

"It seems that in the past two years, the food in Fort Colt has been very good. You have gained at least twenty catties. Those with rough skin and thick flesh like you should be at the forefront."

"I'll be at the forefront!" Duke Corvette patted Duke Bristol on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "Just like 23 years ago, on the battlefield of Emerald Fortress, Bristol, if it wasn't for me, you would You should lie straight in the cemetery and stare at the dark tomb door in a daze~"

The Duke of Bristol laughed.

He remembered that battle, which was also the starting point of his friendship with Duke Corvette. They were in their prime 23 years ago, each leading a family army to guard the Emerald Fortress.

The Duke of Corvette back then was not as potbellied as he is now.

At that time, he was a well-known handsome man.

He was as handsome as his own, the Sword of Bwen.

His beard is carefully groomed every day, and his golden hair is combed shiny. The eyes of the girls transporting supplies to the Emerald Fortress will shine when they see him.

He has a strong physique and is more than eight feet tall. When he is wearing heavy armor, he just stands there like an iron tower. His usual weapon is an epee that has not been sharpened. He couldn't lift it, but it was as light as nothing in his hands.

Now many years later, the Duke of Corvette is still valiant.

He carried the epee on his back and walked like a dragon or a tiger.

It's just that his waistline has become as startling as his height.

But such a Duke of Corvette is even more difficult to stop when he is wearing heavy armor.

The Duke of Bristol felt the turbulent aura of the Duke of Corvette, and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Have you gathered the heart of a champion?"

"No." Corvette shook his head and sighed helplessly: "It is so difficult to gather the heart of a champion. Now I have only learned the three-point charm of the champion knight, and I am far away from the real champion. My thoughts are too complicated, and every time I condense the heart of a champion, I will be affected by various emotions."

"That's a pity," the Duke of Bristol lamented.

"Who says it's not? It's obviously a little bit close."

Duke Corvette stretched out his big hand that was as rough as air-dried leather. There was a gap the size of a soybean grain between his thumb and forefinger, but only he knew that there was a huge gap between the gap.

The two walked towards the castle while talking.

Duke Corvette's son followed closely behind them.

He is past the age of being lively and active.

At this time, he just listened carefully to the conversation between the two dukes, without saying a word.

The Duke of Bristol led Corvette and his son all the way to the conference hall of the castle. After they were seated one after another, the servants opened the heavy curtains around the conference hall. Crohn Snow Mountain.

Afterwards, the maids brought cakes and afternoon tea one after another, while the knights brought a map and laid it neatly on the conference table.

"Have you decided to launch an attack on the Royal City?" Duke Corvette looked at the map for a while, raised his smoky eyes, and stared at Duke Bristol seriously.

"Of course, Howard has already got the help of the Winter King. Before the soldiers of Winter City arrive, this is our only chance to kill Howard." The Duke of Bristol nodded firmly.

"I not only wrote to you." He continued: "I also wrote to Grand Duke Grize and Grand Duke Mart, but only Grand Duke Grize replied. He said he was willing to provide us with some help, but He still doesn't want to be exposed to the public, he will provide us with a 100-man hidden guard, they are good at stealth and assassination, the average strength of the knights, the leader is a sky knight."

"A wavering person will end up with nothing." Duke Corvette snorted coldly.

"Then now we have three sky knights. It is not so difficult to kill Howard. Although there are many soldiers in Wangcheng, their combat effectiveness is very average." He frowned and took a deep breath:

"The point is, we have no way to defeat King Winter. Have you ever thought that after killing Howard, we will seek refuge with King Winter? Anyway, we just need to keep the territory."

"King Winter will not let us go."

The Duke of Bristol let out a miserable laugh, his sharp eyes dimmed a little.

"Assuming you were the Winter King, would you let the four dukes with private soldiers go?" He looked into the gray eyes of Duke Corvette, from which he could clearly read negation and helplessness.

Yes, the Winter King will not let them go.

He said of the Corvette:

"The Winter Empire is far away from here. King Winter will definitely eradicate all forces that may shake his rule. According to the information from the front line, King Winter has a strong desire to control. He is a dictator. In order to let him The kingdom under his command is stable, and he will not hesitate to raise his butcher knife against all nobles who may be a potential threat!"

The Duke of Bristol sighed, resting his hands on the conference table, his fingers crossed and stuck in front of his nose, his eyes drooped, and the wrinkles on his face were tightly tangled together like old bark. Looking at the corners of his mouth slightly curled downward, he gradually outlined a sad mood.

"None of our four dukes can escape." He took out a quill and circled all the territories of the four dukes:

"It's just that the other two haven't seen the situation clearly. They thought that King Merton would still be in power in the future. How could King Winter, who had ruled the entire Emerald Fortress, miss the opportunity to annex Merton and Karanli? Howard just The pawn in King Winter's hand is just a puppet emperor, we are going to die after all, and we must die."