Everyone didn't know what Chino was thinking now, but they could only see his lips pursed into a line, and his pupils continued to dilate, as if they had become unfocused.

"You're making a serious mistake." He said.

No one knows to whom this sentence was addressed.

Chino casually threw Heli's flying book into the fireplace, got up and walked outside: "Niko, from now on, you will control the whole army. The legions remained in their current positions, and not a single soldier was allowed to move. ”

Niko had already guessed what Chino was going to do, and said in a hurry, "My lord, there must be something wrong with this meeting, you can't go to the royal city!" ”

The rest of the generals also chimed in:

"In this situation, the initiative is on our side, and there is no need to pay attention to the loser's request for a meeting."

"That's right, there's nothing to talk about, just take down the royal city in one go!"

"Even if we want to go, we should send all the legions to open the way, and we will be responsible for the defense deployment at the meeting!"

"Yes, at least bring enough masters with you, who knows what that pseudo-king will do?"

Chino held his hand, silent metal suspended in the office air, and the gravitational lensing effect drowned out all sounds.

And all the people understood what this meant, and they fell silent and spoke no more.

The door of the office was opened, and the cold evening breeze poured in, and the cold snap made many people subconsciously hide their faces and close their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, Chino had disappeared into the wind and snow.

The snow returned for the 30th, the last day of the 516th year of the Huoyao calendar.

It was supposed to be a special day – the 27th birthday of the Queen of Laurel.

But the people of Dogurand have long forgotten about it, because this day has taken on a more special meaning in their eyes.

The weather in Wangcheng today is not good, the sky is full of haze, the dim light makes the falling snowflakes turn gray, full of oppression, and the temperature is colder than at any time this year.

However, even such bad weather could not stop the enthusiasm of the people, because everyone knew the news - our lord has returned.

Not long ago, the queen officially asked for surrender, which meant the end of the short but fierce war, and the sovereign lord was about to return here.

Now the royal city was empty of thousands of people, and countless people crowded the streets, looking forward to the east, waiting for the return of the Lord.

At noon, a black dot gradually became clear in the far east, and even though it seemed so subtle compared to the vast sky, the ripples that rippled in the course swept the entire canopy, like a vast miracle.

At this moment, the rising voices swept like a wave, some knelt on the ground and prayed sincerely, some shouted hoarsely, and more people burst into tears and wept with joy.

Although this counterinsurgency war has not been fought for a long time, the people have already suffered "hardship".

The most immediate impact is that supplies are prioritized for supporting front-line troops.

The wine that can't be drunk is gone, and the meal can only be served with plain water.

Meat with high nutritional value is prioritized to the front line, and it is no longer possible to eat as much as you want.

White sugar is temporarily controlled as a strategic material, and it is difficult to improve the freshness of the copied dishes.

Even the honey filling in the bread is gone, leaving only the bland taste of wheat.

This is a bitter pain for the people living in the honeypot, even if the queen does not let any of her people freeze and starve, but without that kind of extravagance and extravagance, the huge gap is still unacceptable.

They soon began to nostalgic, nostalgic for the last six years, nostalgic for that Elysian Age, nostalgic for the great being who brought all the extravagance.

Many people have heard that the major provinces that previously announced that they would no longer accept the queen's leadership have returned to the embrace of our lord and are living the blissful life they used to live as if they were in heaven.

The people of the cardinal province were envious, jealous, and hateful.

Hate this war, hate Solandale, hate the New Deal, hate her for going against the Lord.

People no longer think of her as a queen, but as a thief, a thief who stole his blissful life.

And now, it's all gone.

The queen is about to surrender, and my lord is back!

The old days of dreams are coming back!

If the people had a long-standing hatred for the queen and wished she were dead, now the resentment has dissipated a lot in joy.

At least, the queen finally came to her senses and was willing to hand over what was not her own, so that my lord could return.

A leader who can admit her mistakes and correct them, the people are still willing to give her the last bit of respect.

But people don't know that from the beginning of embarking on this road, the queen has kept giving up, constantly getting hurt, and even if she loses everything, she has never looked back, and it is the same until now.

The palace, with its doors open, had been transformed into a well-prepared killing field, where visitors from the void and all the warriors loyal to the queen waited, waiting for the Grim Reaper to step in.

When Chino arrived at the main entrance of the palace, the people had already been separated by a police cordon, and there was no crowd to be seen, only faint human voices could be heard.

He looked up at the huge wall in front of him, the nearly 100-meter-high giant wall was like a titan, and it was also looking down on him silently.

Chino had not left the palace for a long time, and it had only been half a year since the day he was expelled.

When he came back to this place, however, he remembered the first time he had stepped into the palace 14 years earlier.

On a warm winter afternoon, the sun was warm, and he stood in the mansion by the warm lake and listened, the little princess he had never met sang in the bedroom, and the song of "Katyusha" flew in the wind

Time flies.

14 years seems to be a flick of a finger.

Winter is still the winter day that has returned to snow for 30 days, but everything has changed dramatically.

Chino sorted out the clothes that were a little messy from the long journey, smoothing out the wrinkles, but he couldn't get rid of the old color on them.

No way, the clothes from 14 years ago, no matter how good the fabric is, no matter how well it is maintained, it can't stop the erosion of time, the stitches are loose, there are endless hairballs, and there are traces of years cut everywhere.

Why do you have to wear this old dress? Chino himself didn't know why

Maybe it's because it's the clothes we wore when we first met.

Chino finished his clothes and entered the palace, walked along the dry forest avenue, and walked along the warm lake to the main palace of the palace, where Solandelle, who had been absent for half a year, was wearing new clothes and was standing on the long steps looking at him from afar.

In fact, before Chino came here, he still had some thoughts, wondering if Solandel would think of meeting him with him and wearing the clothes he wore when they first met him 14 years ago.

But now that I think about it, this idea is ridiculous, because she was only 12 years old when she first met, and when she grew up, she couldn't wear the clothes she wore when she was a child.

The two stared at each other in the cold wind, just like when they first met.

Solandelle: "I have something for you." ”

Chino: "What is it?" ”

Solandale pulled a slender cylindrical object from her bosom, and as she lifted it into the sky and pulled down the fuse, a sharp whistle tore through the sky, sending red flames into the dome.

The red light was reflected in Solandelle's pupils, and then circulated in Chino's eyes, as if a flame was burning.

The thoughts of death and the illusion of the queen were shattered in an instant.

The final battle has begun.