"Duke! Now the enemy's small troops have approached the periphery of the kingdom. If they don't leave, it will be too late!"

"Yes! Da Gong, it doesn't matter if the Xueshi City is temporarily lost. In the north, we still have 200,000 troops, and we will be able to come back one day!"

"Duke! Let's go quickly! The troops at the North Gate can't last long!"

In the main hall of the King Palace of Xueshi City, Azel, with a depressed face, sat on his throne powerlessly.

At this time, he had no longer had the energy of his past, as if he had been aged several decades apart. He was surrounded by a group of knights and ministers who kept persuading him to leave. However, no matter what these people said, Azel's dead-like eyes never had any unnecessary expression...

"Duke! Quick..."

"Stop talking, where is Yan Yangqing?"

Suddenly, Azel spoke, but the first thing he remembered was Qin Yanyang, who had never been valued by him and was just a tool to win over players.

"this……"

Those knights and ministers looked at me, and I looked at you, and seemed to be hesitating.

In the end, a knight stood up.

"Duke, half an hour ago... the National Knights sent the last message. They were attacked by a small group of enemies. Although they finally destroyed the other party, but..."

"What's wrong?"

"But... the National Knights' Order was basically destroyed, with only dozens of combat power left."

"well……"

With a sigh, Azel's face was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

"They tried their best... Haha, the first victory in the Duchy of Tiling in this war was actually fought by Skywalker. It's really..."

Azel, who gently leaned back and closed his eyes slightly, suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh, but the laughter also made the knights around him feel ashamed.

"The Principality of Learning... will not perish!"

Suddenly, Azel spoke loudly in a very firm tone that shocked the people around him.

"Duke..."

"Ailee and Camus have left safely, right?"

After raising his hand to stop the words of the ministers around him, Azel showed a faint smile on his face, as if he had returned to the spirit of his former spirit, but this state made some worldly ministers and nobles feel very uneasy.

"That's good, so everyone can leave quickly."

"What about you, Grand Duke?"

Azel's words instantly detonated everyone present, but he waved his hand indifferently, then slowly stood up from the throne, and gently picked up the Tiling Sword leaning against the side.

"I am the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Tiling. This is the capital of the Duchy of Tiling. I must protect this... so anyone can leave, but I must stay."

With a slight sigh, Azel slowly pulled out the sword given by the archangel, which symbolized the glory of his ancestors.

"I am too conceited, always wishful thinking, and cleverly think that things will follow my ideas, but in the end hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the entire Xueshi City were massacred... Maybe I am no longer suitable to hold this sword."

After saying that, Azel suddenly inserted the sword back into the scabbard, then handed it to an old knight, and said softly:

"Bowen, your family has been protecting the Principality with their swords for generations and guarding glory, and is also the most loyal knight of the Rodish family. I hope you can bring the last glory of the Principality of Tiling to Camus... and I also hope you can tell him that as a great Duke, you must take all the responsibility for any decision you make, because this is the lesson his father learned with his blood."

After saying that, Azel smiled and pointed at Lao tears, signaling the other party to take the sword in his hand that symbolized the principality regime.

"Great, grand duke! I, Bowen Shakel, swears with my life! I will definitely hand the Sword of Tiling into Prince Muse intact!"

"Thank you, and... I hope you can find Qin Yanyang after you reach the north. He is the Skywalker and will not die. I believe that as long as he is here, the Duchy of Tiling will definitely be liberated."

"Duke...I..."

Seeing what the old knight wanted to say, Azel immediately smiled and raised his hand and waved it gently.

"Let's go quickly, it's probably dangerous if it's too late."

"Duke, we..."

When they heard this, many nobles and ministers around them showed hesitation. Many of them actually wanted to leave immediately, but if they said this in person, they would seem too disloyal.

However, their grandfather knew it well. Seeing them in a difficult situation, Azel nodded immediately.

"You guys go too, I'll just be here alone. You still need Tiling's revival in the future."

"Then... take care of yourself!"

Soon, the originally crowded hall was empty, leaving only a knight about thirty years old, wearing ordinary armor standing in front of Azel.

"Cyrel, why don't you leave?"

"Haha, how can the Lord be empty? As a knight's attendant, how can there be any reason to leave the Lord?"

The knight's smile was very open and calm. Looking at the man who used to be his servant and now has become a real knight, Azel's eyes suddenly became a little wet.

"Yes... Time flies so fast, thirteen years have passed in a flash. Now I still remember the scene of you wandering on the street wearing armor transformed from an iron bucket. It's really..."

Gradually, Azel's thoughts began to float to his youth. At that time, he was like all teenagers, passionate, impulsive, and focused on how to revive the principality...

In order to prove his force and courage, he always likes to imitate the protagonists in knight novels and run to those dangerous corners, such as caves connecting the underground world, swamps full of monsters, old castles hosting powerful undeads, etc. He even walked a lot and encountered many dangers. The one who always accompanied him was this former knight attendant...

"Well, it's so ridiculous. I daydream the knight every day..."

Cyrel seemed to recall his past time, with a look of remembrance on his face. At this time, the roar of the wall falling and the shouts of the guards shouting and killing were vaguely heard outside the hall. The enemy was approaching...

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Azel raised his head and let out a heroic laugh, but inexplicably desolate in this empty hall.

"Well! Then let's fight like a knight as before!"

After quickly taking a long sword from the weapon stand beside him, Azel immediately pulled down the flag of the Duchy of Tiling behind the throne, then put it on a spear under the deep gaze of Cirel and handed it to Cirel with a solemn face.

"Cirille, even if there are only two people, we must let the undead and the crusad remember it well! The glory belonging to the lord!"

"Yes! My Lord!"

The sobbing evening breeze brought a breath from afar. War and killing motivated the flags of rushing. The knight holding the sword and his servants, like the heroes in the epic, gradually drifted away and finally disappeared in endless sighs...
Chapter completed!