Chapter 432

noon the next day.

Duke Fisher stood at the study window on the third floor, looking down at his castle.

After half a day and one night of repairing Runrun Castle, most of the damage caused by yesterday's battle has been repaired. Even the city gate that was blown down by spells was restored by the wizards of Wedzeland. Except for some traces of new construction, it is nothing like before. the difference.

Castles can be restored, but the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Duke Fisher's expression was heavy. His eyes glanced at the centaurs standing on the guard posts in various parts of the castle. Over the city wall, he looked across the ditch outside Runrun Castle. A simple camp was set up with a stretch of tents.

More centaurs were running and training in the wide camp, and the cries and hooves of the horses mixed together, making the residents of the castle and nearby cities upset and unable to rest well all night.

However, it was not the centaurs that attracted Duke Fischer the most, but those knights riding bronze flying horses.

And that group of extraordinary warriors in blue armor.

They are not many in number, less than 200 in total, but Duke Fisher has never forgotten the combat power they displayed. Last night, he found a few mercenaries who were familiar with the empire from the city of Barosque, and asked It was only later that I found out that these two extraordinary legions were private armies built by the Earl of Glamorgan.

One is called the Extreme Battle Group. They are not human beings, but barbarians from the Sain Plateau. They have risen like a comet in the past two years, and they have a great reputation even in the empire.

The other is the Knights of the Spear Wings.

They are not as prominent and less powerful than the Ultramarines, but their unique fighting style far exceeds that of any Legion in Congatero.

The soul gun weapons used by the two legions are all from the hands of the Earl of Glamorgan, causing countless people to spy on him, but behind him is the Wezeland floating city, so he can keep the secret of the soul gun manufacturing.

"The Lord of Glamorgan..."

Duke Fisher had complicated eyes.

After getting to know him, he understood what kind of opponent he had met. The experience of this young man was miraculous. The legendary deeds of the series are like heroes who have stepped out of the epic.

When those extraordinary mercenaries from the empire mentioned the Earl of Glamorgan last night, they were all beaming with admiration written all over their faces.

The last dragonborn actually got in touch with such a legendary figure and brought the wizard group to Congatro. The cold kingdom is destined to not be peaceful.

Unsurprisingly, the relationship between the Earl of Glamorgan and Her Royal Highness Emily goes far beyond cooperation.

The guards in the castle reported that the two lived in the same bedroom last night, making no secret of their intimacy.

"He is the key to the restoration of the Dragonborn!"

Duke Fisher sorted out his thoughts, but his mood was complicated.

The stronger the Earl of Glamorgan's strength and background, the higher the possibility of the restoration of the Drogonburg Dynasty. As the first Fisher family to swear allegiance, with the power of the dragon, the dragon descendants will regain the throne in the future. You can get more benefits.

However, the unwillingness and resentment in his heart could not be erased.

Duke Fisher returned to his desk and picked up a report, which was a list of losses in the battle of Runrun Castle. The most glaring thing on it was the number of casualties of Sturgeon Warriors.

One hundred and twenty people were slightly injured, forty-five were seriously injured, and the death toll was close to three hundred!

Duke Fisher closed his eyes in pain. There were only more than 1,300 Sturgeon warriors in the entire River Bend Legion, and the loss exceeded 300 at one time. Since the establishment of the Legion, there had never been such a heavy casualty.

The cultivation of each Sturgeon Warrior is extremely difficult, and the family has invested an unknown amount of resources and energy.

Duke Fisher can name any Sturgeon warrior, knows their family background, even remembers their parents and wives, taught and trained them, and watched them grow, but now they have turned into more than 300 broken corpses. When he got up, his heart was bleeding.

In addition to the Sturgeon Warriors, there were 1,500 Transcendents in the Hewan Legion, who also put in a lot of effort, and their losses were even greater, with more than 700 casualties in total!

In less than a quarter of an hour of fighting, the strength of the Fisher family was weakened by 30%.

Not to mention the five million gold dragon ransom.

If the murderer who caused all this was any of Congatro's family, Duke Fisher would fight the enemy endlessly, seek justice for a temporary grievance, and avenge this bloody sea of ​​revenge.

However, the opponent is from the empire.

Their power is so powerful that it is hopeless. If you make enemies with them, or take the opportunity to turn against them in future wars, the end will only be worse than now.

Tuk tuk tuk!

There was a knock on the door of the study. Duke Fisher took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions and returned to a calm and majestic expression before speaking out.

"Come in."

It was his adopted son Baelish who entered.

During yesterday's battle, he led his family's direct descendants to escape from the castle through the underwater secret passage, but was intercepted by wizards, and the entire river was frozen, failing to succeed.

"Your Excellency." Baelish was as slender and well-proportioned as all Sturgeon Warriors, with a very handsome appearance, a pair of gray-green eyes, a small beard on his chin, and a few gray hairs in his dark hair. Has entered middle age.

He glanced at Duke Fisher calmly, and scanned the briefing on the table.

Belissy has also read the contents of this report. Although the Duke's expression is calm, as one of the Duke's closest people, he knows very well that the Duke's mood at this time is by no means as calm as it appears on the surface.

He hesitated to speak, with a hint of sadness on his face.

"Bailey, what's the matter?" Duke Fisher frowned slightly and asked while sitting still.

"My lord," Baelish wiped his eyes lightly to conceal his gaffe, "All the lords are almost here, and the ceremony in the White River Hall has also been arranged, so it can begin."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Duke Fisher nodded.

He knew that Baelish hadn't rested since yesterday. This adopted son's strength was not outstanding. He had resources several times more than other Sturgeon warriors. He also had his own personal guidance. After more than 30 years of cultivation, he was barely able to Entering a high level, you can no longer advance an inch.

However, Baelish is quick-witted, reliable, and has intelligence beyond ordinary people, so he usually likes to take it with him, and entrusts him to do many things.

Sometimes, Duke Fisher even had the thought of regretting that it would be great if Baelish was his own son.

"Where are Her Highness Emily and the speakers?" Duke Fisher asked.

"They are all resting in the castle." Besiri's eyes flashed, and he asked in a low voice: "My lord, should you inform them of the ceremony now?"

Duke Fisher looked at the clock on the wall, "Wait another hour."

Baelish turned and walked away.

When he was about to exit the door, Duke Fisher suddenly stopped him, fell silent for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think the restoration of the Drogonburg Dynasty will bring more benefits or disadvantages to the Fisher family? "

Baelish returned to the table and saw the casualty briefing again.

He pondered for a while before answering: "My lord, we are bordering on the territory of the Robertil family. Disputes have been going on for thousands of years. Generally speaking, the Fisher family is at a disadvantage. When Mark usurped the Iron Throne, it was even more unfavorable to us. , being suppressed everywhere, that’s why we formed an alliance with Duke Dans and stood opposite Mark.”

"My lord, our territory, population and army are not as good as the Robertil family. This is the pattern established when the seven major families divided up Congatro."

"This order has been maintained until now. If it cannot be broken, it is impossible for the Fisher family to stand up."

At the end of Baelish's speech, his voice gradually rose a little, "The Robertil family is our number one enemy, and they are our greatest threat!"

"The immediate loss is temporary. The Dragonborn Restoration War will bring great chaos to Congatro, and it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us."

Baelish looked directly into Duke Fisher's eyes, paused, and said slowly: "Chaos is a ladder, it allows us to ascend to a higher position."

Duke Fisher fell silent and did not respond for a long time.

Baelish bowed respectfully and backed out.

An hour later, Duke Fisher walked out of the study. He changed into a solemn and luxurious attire, with a sword on his waist, a fish-shaped badge on his chest, and his gray hair neatly combed. Surrounded by Sturgeon warrior guards, he entered the White River Hall.

"Your Excellency the Duke."

"Meet Your Excellency the Duke!"

Many lords gathered in the hall. They are all vassals of the Fisher family. They rushed to Runrun Castle with their guards. On the way, they heard about the drastic changes in the castle.

The return of the Dragonborn, the fall of Runrun Castle, and Duke Fisher's oath of allegiance...

This series of news shocked the lords, and some people doubted the truth of the matter, until they arrived at Runrun Castle and saw thousands of centaurs outside with their own eyes, and the residents of Barosque City were spreading the news of the dragonborn everywhere. Confirmed to be true.

They were summoned to White River Hall, only to find that this, too, was occupied by a group of tall warriors in blue armor.

The aura of these extraordinary fighters is frightening.

They did not restrict the movements of the lords, nor did they show hostility, but the lords were sitting on pins and needles, and the guards around them also stood obediently, not daring to make any noise at will.

It wasn't until Duke Fisher appeared that the lords felt a little relieved, as if they had found their backbone. Everyone had countless questions to ask their lord.

"Sit down."

Duke Fisher walked up the steps at the foot of the Oceana statue, but did not sit on the high-backed chair that represented the Duke's status as usual.

He stood by the chair and looked around at his vassals.

"The news you have heard is true. I have decided to renew my allegiance to the Drogonburg family, and fully support Her Royal Highness Emily in the crusade against Mark and regain the Iron Throne." Duke Fisher said loudly.

Even though they had been mentally prepared, the lords were still in an uproar when they heard Duke Fisher admit it personally.

Duke Fisher raised his hand to make people quiet, "My vassals, you are all obliged to send troops to join the crusade against the usurper."

"Who is for and who is against?"

Duke Fisher glanced at the lords, and as expected, some people's eyes dodged, with a look of hesitation on their faces, unable to make such an important decision for a while.

Some lords immediately got up to express their loyalty, knelt down half-kneeled, and shouted: "The Barreken family swears to follow the Duke to the death."

"The Darry family swears to follow the Duke to the death."

"The Mallister family..."

Several lords expressed their positions in succession, with such momentum that the remaining vassal families were forced into a corner. They sensed Duke Fisher's attitude and knew that there was no room for discussion, so they could only swear an oath.

"very good!"

Duke Fisher nodded in satisfaction, with a look of relief on his face.

He swept across the Ultramarines standing around the hall calmly, forcing the vassals to send troops to follow, not only to fulfill the conditions promised yesterday, but also to show the elements, so that the Earl of Glamorgan could see his sincerity.

Several legends among these Ultramarines would surely tell their lords what happened in White River Hall.

Suddenly, Duke Fisher discovered something.

His vassals did not arrive.

"Where is Viscount Walderfry?" Duke Fisher looked at Baelish who was in charge of the matter.

"My lord, Viscount Walderfry must be late." Baelish quickly replied. The viscount's fief is Cold River City, which is located at the border of the Duchy and the land of the Robertil family in the east, the closest distance to Barosque. Far, among all the vassals, the strength ranks in the top three.

Duke Fisher frowned. No matter how far away he was, he was not even three hundred miles away. For an extraordinary person, it would be more than enough time to arrive at Riverrun Castle in one day and one night.

"I'll give him a quarter of an hour."

Baelish hurriedly sent someone out to inquire. Within a quarter of an hour, a Sturgeon warrior rushed in and reported in a low voice. Viscount Walderfry rejected the Duke's summoning order.

Duke Fisher's face became ugly.

The relationship between Cold River City and the Robertil family has always been unclear, but they never expected to betray Runrun Castle at the most critical moment.

"Father..." Edmure, the Duke's eldest son, asked cautiously, "Should we wait a little longer, maybe there will be a turning point."

"No need, let's start the ceremony." Duke Fisher waved his hand.

The bell tower of Runrun Castle was rang, and the bell sounded to the city of Barosque, and the bell towers rang one after another, making all the residents look up at the castle.

In a solemn atmosphere, Emily entered Runrun Castle through the main entrance, followed by Ren and the three Wezeland Speakers, as well as four giant dragons and a group of subordinates. Under the curious gazes of the lords, she walked into the White River Hall to the foot of the statue, stepped up the steps step by step, and sat on the high-backed chair.

Duke Fisher took the lead in half-kneeling to salute, and was about to make a sound when he heard Ren standing beside Emilys ask first:

"My lord, is it because everyone is not here?"

Duke Fisher's heart trembled slightly. Sure enough, what happened in the White River Hall could not be hidden from the legendary wizard, so he replied truthfully: "Viscount Walder Fry of Cold River City has betrayed, please rest assured, within three days, I will definitely give His Highness an explanation."

"Why wait until three days?"

Ren's words surprised Duke Fisher. As soon as he looked up, he saw Ren flash into the middle of the hall, raising his left palm that was shining with blue light.

At the same time, the Ultramarines standing around the hall gathered together, and the sound of heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly.

A minute later, a tall portal opened.

When people saw the scene on the other side of the portal, a noble lord recognized it and exclaimed, "Lenghe City!"

Immediately, two teams of Ultramarines rushed through the portal.

"Da da da da..."

Intensive gunshots came back from the portal, the battle was fierce, and there were many people screaming before dying. The portal was quickly closed, but both Duke Fisher and the vassals and lords knew that a killing was taking place in Cold River City.

A needle could be heard in the White River Hall, and the lords tremblingly waited for the end of the massacre three hundred miles away.