Vol 2 Chapter 133

Act 133: Roman's Second Plan (1)

Living in the vast plateau in the north of Eruin, the Gulch clan has spread a well-known legend that the soldiers who were singled out on the battlefield were the people who were favored by death.

Van Nosda has also heard of this legend. He was a knight recruited from the Balta area in the north of the kingdom. He came from a local gentry family. He had a small hand in taming animals before joining the army. After joining the army, he naturally became a dragon knight. The Dragoon Cavalry Squadron, which belongs to the 34th Wing. This army was originally part of the Kingdom's Southern Regiment, but the latter was already broken down by the formation of the Madara Undead Army in this war, and even Commander Bina Count Ge himself is dead-Van Nosda ’s troops waited for the so-called signs of a truce, but instead the offensive of Madara on the opposite side was better than the day, but behind The noble lords no longer offered them any support under the pretext that the negotiations had come to an end and the war had ended.

The messenger who sent out to contact the Whiteman Legion and the Anlek had no news. The situation was getting worse day by day, just like the Baron Corinn, the top commander of the 34th Wing Remains on the southern frontier of Denel, wrote in his diary. Road:

"The situation in the South is getting worse every day. We don't know where the brother troops are scattered. Madara's undead is attacking from all directions. We can't contact anyone. The news seems to be blocked, and even the retreat has changed. It ’s impossible. The nobles are doing their own thing. Today, this territory has been out of the control of the kingdom, and Martha is on the top. I wish I could see the end of this nightmare in my lifetime— "

But all this is no longer important to Van Nosta, and he and his flying dragon were shot down while visiting a human village destroyed by the undead on the southern border, becoming the one in the legend of the Gurch clan. Death stares at the cold stare. He looked up with blood on his face, despairing to see rows of skeleton warriors rushing in all directions from the ruins of the village. He was restrained by the dragon's body and unable to move. A light crossbow in his hand was the only protective weapon. He raised his arm and shot an arrow at one of the bone shelves.

The crossbow blessed by the holy water burst into a dazzling light, and a skeleton turned into flying ash in this white light.

But after the white light one after another, more undeads drowned Nosda's vision-a boundless frustration enveloped the young man. That was a few months ago, and Nostra couldn't help but think subconsciously—when they heard that Madara soldiers invaded the kingdom in three ways, almost everyone, whether a soldier or a noble, held a relaxed mentality. Wait and see how these dark lords from the backward, barbaric kingdoms fall apart because of internal conflicts and inconsistent command, just like every joint invasion in history.

But the final result was beyond what each of them expected. Madara's army's march was decisive, calm and effective. Compared to the Eruin Kingdom, it was more like a twilight old man, struggling everywhere and showing fatigue. The kingdom's former glory is long gone, and the kingdom called the "flame of flame, the example of ancient glory" in the mouth of the 17th generation of the main sacrifice of the Sanctuary of Fire three years ago only existed in the past. in.

Shooting the last arrow, the young man calmly dropped the crossbow, and clenched his hand tightly to the necklace on his chest with the name of his wife. He raised his head, and a tall skull had covered the sunlight above his head— —

The fire of the fiery soul in his eyes was beating.

"Farewell, father, mother, and dear Vanessa, I just hope you can remember that your son, husband and many others have fought here in order to protect Eru ..."

"But this country has lost sight of hope ..."

After October, the atmosphere of autumn gradually became richer, and the plains along Tonigel's coast were stained with a light yellow. Just walking on the avenue between the countryside, Brando and his party could already feel the obvious breath of war.

After the leather was torn by Aloz, Brando simply asked a tailor to make a set of black long trench breeches and set up the lord's shelf while passing through a town along the way. He sat upright on the horse and looked around, with a pair of eye-catching white gloves and a long sword with a silver-plated handle hanging around his waist.

However, this is not because he wants to have the aristocratic addiction, simply because it is easier to avoid trouble. Leaving the undulating hills of Chablis, the journey has been mediocre for a month. Although law and order collapse nowadays, most of the robbers around the town are composed of farmers who cannot live. In contrast, Brando and his team of more than a dozen and twenty people are well-equipped and guarded, like noble children of a travel-these people who are desperate because of poverty will naturally not try to provoke them easily.

But Brando couldn't help sighing when he saw the empty farms along the way.

In fact, on the day of Chablis, the dragon girl Aloz had warned him before leaving, telling him that an undead army of Madara was lingering in the south of Toniger. This news coincides with the history that Brando knows. Historically, the "Black Jazz" Instaron still kept Dennell from leaving even after half a year of the armistice agreement, because of the taste of the pulp-let alone this The ancient kingdom has no time to take care of it at this moment.

It is near the end of the autumn twilight (October). In the other side of history that Brando knows, the upper layer of this ancient kingdom has begun to move and undercurrent at this moment. As far as he knows, the support behind Oberu's eldest son, Hamel, came from the power of Queen Anna, who was the sister of the Duke of Siphage, and her entry in fact represented the beginning of the restoration of the Siphage dynasty-in support of Korko The members of the Wa family's royal party originally had different views on this, coupled with her ambiguous relationship with Marquis Kluge, and eventually even imprisoned the king together, thus laying the root cause.

At the beginning of November in history, the eldest son of the king, Hamel, suddenly announced the coronation. This event officially opened the prelude to the division within the royal party. The regent princess Griffi, who was very strong, would naturally not endure in silence. Her territory declared that Hamel's throne was illegal to all the nobles and knights in the entire kingdom, and her support was naturally a core member of the King's Party who had long been dissatisfied with the queen and the power of the elves who she represented.

At the end of November, Archduke Enrique announced his support for the eldest son of the king, Hamel. At the same time, the localities became independent or fell to one side, and the Eruin civil war began. From this moment, until two years later, this civil war completely shaken the foundations of this kingdom. Although it experienced a short period of ZTE, the kingdom has lost the blood of the new life and it is naturally difficult to be born again in the fire.

It can be said that the death of Eruin has accelerated from this moment.

At this juncture, no one cares what the 'Black Jazz' Instaron in the south is doing. However, no one's relationship does not mean that the actual impact does not exist. The whole village and village migration in this area leaves a deserted area. When they pass through the empty and silent villages, they can feel an obvious Shaw.

But as the pace moves south, this bleak is gradually changing—

Because it is about to approach Tonigel's core, Fir City, the road finally starts to gain popularity. The lord who ruled Tonigel was Baron Gruding's third son, Count Jean-Dernell. Brando is no stranger to this name, but he is not familiar with it. At this time, the nobles were mostly indifferent and self-righteous-but the lord was another look. In addition to sharing the noble's Facebook, it must be harsh, cruel, and aggravated. Territory deprived people.

Brando and his team noticed this when they entered the fir town, or they had expected much lower expectations at this moment:

The first thing that catches their eyes is the residents who live outside of Fir City. Only those who are really poor and inferior status will live outside the unprotected city. Generally speaking, they are either farmers working outside the city or refugees who are fleeing. On both sides of the street are shabby and messy thatched huts. Men and women are undressed, their skin is yellow, their eyes are dim, and their hopes for the future cannot be seen.

The dust was on the avenue, and the dry air was full of the smell of livestock manure. Compared to this, even the noble bureaucrats who are dogmatic, sluggish, and self-righteous in Braggs look cute, at least in those places, though the citizens are low status-but at least they can survive.

However, just like the harsh nature people born from the barren land, the more barren the land, the more they demand. Brando understands that it is not the Golan-Elsen aristocracy that is more humane, but because the same exploitation has made Toniguer's land more barren and the people naturally more unbearable.

Antitina, who was once a nobleman, looked at all this, and couldn't help covering her mouth gently, some unbelievably.

"Lord Lord, the territory you want to inherit ... is this kind of place?" She asked, a little disappointed.

She originally thought that after leaving the dominion of the mountain people, Tonigel on the eastern coast should be a wealthy scene, relying on the sea means developed trade, and developed trade means prosperity. Even if it's not as good as Ampelsel, at least it should be almost the same as the Bugras area?

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a bleak sight.

Brando was also stunned, because he didn't tell Antitina Rubis that his mercenaries were actually his summoned creatures, which caused the young girl to be sorrowful and blame himself. He was retaliated. For at least a month since Chablis, Antitina talked to him in a business-like manner, and the good-looking face when he saw him had disappeared, and most of them had turned a blind eye.

Although the aristocrat always used himself as his aide, Brando thought that this was not the attitude that his family should have when facing his lord, but he certainly would not propose it, using the aristocratic status to overpower a weak woman. It's true that half of Brando's modernity is not so shameless.