~： 1943rd, your father will cook roast goose for you

Dark night wind is high.

Tens of thousands of iron riders are gathering on the northwest border of the Los Empire.

Aggression from the orc tribe has been declining in recent days, but the number of iron riders deployed from various places is quietly increasing.

The old fritters that stayed on the border for some time all knew that the northwest border might be changing.

Over the years, the major military regions have been rotated in the Northwest Military Region, and they have been fighting against the orcs to sharpen their combat power. They have always maintained a balanced number.

But in the recent period, the elites from various military forces have been continuously transported to the Northwest Military Region, but the original garrison has not been evacuated.

In recent years, the orcs have continuously invaded the border of the Los Empire, and many villages have been looted. After years of fighting, both sides have suffered deaths and injuries, and the grievances are deep. The generals of the army are holding a fire in their hearts. If there is a chance, they don’t mind mentioning The sword drove into the orc.

Now they only need a command from Luodu to cross the heavy mountains in front of them, kill the twilight forest, and put the fertile land and the vast forest into the territory of the Los Empire.

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On the southern border of the Los Empire, the number of border troops has gradually increased in recent times.

Although the official order has not yet been issued, many military generals have known that the Los Empire may be fighting across the board, and the flag of the Los Empire will be inserted farther away.

The hearts of the imperial soldiers, like the increasing strength over the years, have gradually expanded.

The big city to the south, comparable to Luodu, is still not worth mentioning in their eyes.

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Wick Ridge, the elves have entered wartime.

"All important facilities and personnel are evacuated into the caves. Pay close attention to the direction of the Los Empire. Once large-scale troops appear, do not confront them. Fight and retreat according to the caves. Prevent them from retreating quickly and maximize Save strength and reduce casualties!" An elf elf elder issued an order.

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The suspension bridge of Eisen Iron Castle slowly rises, completely isolating the entire iron castle from the outside world.

The foreigners in the city have been expelled from the fort a few days ago, all exits have been blocked, and soldiers are stationed.

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Overnight, the situation on the Nolan continent became tense.

All ethnic groups have started preparations for combat readiness, and these measures will probably not change until the results of the peace conference are announced.

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"Smoother than I thought." Irina returned to the restaurant, took a sip of red wine, and looked at McGonagall sitting across from him.

"Peace is in the interest of most races. This result is actually expected." McGonagall laughed.

"Then do you think Andre will come tomorrow? Or will he start the war ahead of time?" Irina asked.

"If Andre starts the war ahead of time, whether it is to conquer the Twilight Forest to the west or to the Wind Forest to the east, the current strength of the Los Empire can be completed in a short time." McGonagall said seriously: "And once the occupation becomes an established fact, and the Los Empire no longer attacks other races, the race that has occupied the territory, it is difficult to ask other races to regain territory for it."

"The Orcs have joined the Peace Alliance." Irina frowned slightly.

McGonagall shook his head: "Between the races, everything is based on interests. We will provide justice for Connie, but even the dragons, I am afraid that they will not directly line up for the orc and the Los Empire.

The purpose of the establishment of this alliance is actually more of a deterrent effect.

However, if the orcs are really invaded, as long as he can sustain the first wave of attack and create some time for coalition support, I believe that the tribes will still be willing to send an army to support allies, which is more in line with the tribes’ interest. "

Irina nodded thoughtfully. It is not always possible for her family to do her best. It is indeed not realistic to expect you to protect you with others.

"In this case, do we need to provide assistance to the orcs in advance?" Irina said again.

"In my understanding of Andre, he would not do such an unnamed thing." McGonagall shook his head and smiled. "Once he tears up the peace treaty, he will directly stand on the peace alliance when he starts to deal with the orcs or elves. Opposite, even standing on the opposite side of each race, then all races have a reason to unite against him.

Even if he can obtain the Twilight Forest and the Wind Forest in a short time, this approach will bring about a joint blockade from various races and possible siege. "

"Do you think he will give up his ambition to invade other people because of the establishment of the Peace Alliance?"

"He is obviously not such a person, so I am curious how he will respond in order to accomplish his ambitions." McGonagall shook his head slightly.

"It seems that tomorrow's peace conference will be very interesting." Irina's mouth twitched a smile.

"Master Father, you are finally back!" Amy kicked and ran downstairs, looking at the two people who were drinking red wine, their hands crossed their waists, and the reader's mouth was angry. Forgot about us?"

Annie came downstairs with the ugly duckling whispered, looking at McGonagall and Irina with a slight smile.

"Oh, I forgot that our two little cutes haven't eaten yet. What I want to eat, I'll do it for you." McGonagall looked at the two little guys and stood up on the head. There are too many things today. Forget Amy and Annie.

"Speaking of it, we didn't have dinner." Irina also looked at him.

"That's just right. Let's eat." McGonagall smiled and squeezed Amy's face. "Wait for your father to cook roast goose tomorrow."

"Burn the goose! Really?" Amy's eyes lighted up, swallowed, and looked back at the ugly duckling, his smile brightening, "Is there wings?"

"Meow meow???"

The ugly duckling barked twice, I am not a real cat, but you are a real dog...

"What about Annie, what do you want to eat?" McGonagall looked at Annie and asked.

Annie touched the head of the ugly duckling.

"You want to eat roast goose too?" McGonagall glanced at the ugly duckling.

"Meow meow???"

The orange hair of the ugly duckling was blown up.

McGonagall entered the kitchen and quickly made a sumptuous dinner.

The last spicy crayfish was served, and everyone started to move chopsticks.

"My father, will the restaurant open tomorrow?" Amy asked, chewing on the crayfish McGreg had peeled for her.

"Maybe take another day off to study roast goose." McGonagall replied with a smile, he will hold a peace meeting tomorrow afternoon. As an important representative, he will naturally attend.

Roast goose in hand, he is naturally not afraid of guests scolding him afterwards.

"Okay, I like roast goose the best." Amy nodded her head, and she couldn't move every time she passed the roast goose shop. Although the roast duck made by my father's master was super delicious, she still wanted it. Try the taste of real roast goose.