Act 133: Roman's Second Plan (First Update)

Living in the vast plateaus north of Eruin, the Gurchi clan has a well-known legend that a lone soldier on the battlefield is a man favored by death.

Every? Nosda had also heard of this legend, he was a knight recruited from the Balta region in the north of the kingdom, born into a local gentry family, before joining the army, he had a small hand in taming beasts, and after joining the army, he naturally became a dragon knight, and belonged to the squadron of the Flying Dragoons of the Thirty-fourth Wing - this army was originally part of the southern army of the kingdom, but the latter had already been broken up by the army of the undead of Madara in this war, and even the commander Count Binag himself had died. Instead of waiting for the signs of the so-called truce, the troops of Nosda did not wait for the signs of the so-called truce, but the offensive of the undead of Madara on the opposite side was better and better day by day, but the noble lords behind them no longer provided them with any support under the pretext that the negotiations had ended and the war was over.

The messengers sent out to contact the White-Maned Legion and the Anlek side were silent, and the situation was getting worse and worse day by day, as Baron Corlen, the supreme commander of the 34th Wing, who had left the southern border of Denel, wrote in his diary:

"The shape of the south is getting worse by the day, we don't know where there are still brother troops scattered, and the undead of Madara are attacking from all sides. We couldn't get in touch with anyone, the news seemed to be blocked, and even retreat became impossible. The nobles went their own way, and by this day, the territory had been freed from the control of the kingdom, and Martha was on top, and I wish I could see the end of this nightmare in my lifetime—"

But what is this qiē for Van ? Nosda doesn't matter anymore, he and his wyvern were shot down while patrolling a human village destroyed by the undead on the southern border, becoming the man in the legend of the Gurchi clan who is targeted by the grim gaze of the grim reaper. He looked up with blood on his face, desperate to see rows of skeletal warriors pouring in from all directions from the ruins of the village. He was held down by the corpse of the wyvern, and a light crossbow in his hand was the only protective weapon, and he raised his arm and shot an arrow at one of the skeletons.

The holy water-blessed bolt erupted in a dazzling light, and a skeleton turned to ashes in the white light.

But after a succession of white lights, more undead ghosts drowned out Nosda's vision—a boundless frustration enveloping the young man. That was a few months ago, and Nosda couldn't help but subconsciously think that when they heard that the Madara soldiers had invaded the kingdom in three ways, almost everyone, whether it was a soldier or a nobleman, waited with a relaxed mind to see how these dark lords from backward and barbaric realms fell apart due to infighting and inconsistent command, just like every joint invasion in history.

But the final result was beyond the expectations of each of them. The march of the Madara army was decisive, calm, and effective, and the kingdom of Eruin was more like a twilight old man, overwhelmed and exhausted. The former glory of the kingdom is long gone, and the kingdom that was called 'the blade of flames, the example of ancient glory' in the mouth of the seventeenth high priest of the Temple of Fire three centuries ago has only survived in the past history.

Shooting the last arrow, the young man calmly dropped his crossbow and grasped the necklace with his wife's name on his chest with one hand on it, and he looked up, a tall skeleton that had blocked the sunlight above his head—

The fiery soul fire in his eyes danced.

"Farewell, father, mother, and dear Vanessa, I only hope that you will remember that your son fought with her husband and many others in this place to protect Eru......"

"But there is no hope in this country......"

After October, the autumn atmosphere gradually becomes stronger, and the plains along the Toniguel are dyed with a pale yellow. Just riding a horse down the avenue between the countryside, Brando's party could already feel the obvious smell of war.

After the leather armor was torn by Aloz, Brando simply found a tailor to order a long black trench coat and breeches while passing through a town along the way, and set up the lord's shelf. He sat up straight and looked around on horseback, with a striking pair of white gloves and a long sword with a silver-plated hilt hanging from his waist, which was the style of some young nobleman.

But this is not because he wants to live a noble addiction, but purely because it is easier to avoid trouble. Leaving the rolling hills of Chablis, the travel has become dull for a month, and although law and order have collapsed, most of the robbers around the town are peasants who cannot survive. On the other hand, Brando's party of ten or twenty people, all of them well-equipped, like the sons of traveling nobles—these desperate people who were forced by poverty to do not try to provoke them lightly.

However, when Brando saw those empty farmsteads along the way, he couldn't help but sigh a little.

In fact, on Chablis's day, the dragon maiden Aloz had warned him before she left, telling him that an army of the undead of Madara was now entrenched in the south of Toniger. This news coincides with the history that Brando knew, and the history of 'Black Sir 'Instalon' even half a year after the armistice was still in keeping Denel away because he knew the marrow - and besides, this ancient kingdom had no time to care about it at this moment.

It was the end of the autumn moon (October), and in the other side of history that Brando knew, the upper echelons of this ancient kingdom were already stirring and turbulent. As far as he knew, Obergou's eldest son, Hamel, was supported by the influence of Queen Anna, the sister of the Duke of Sifah, whose accession actually marked the beginning of the restoration of the Siphah dynasty - the members of the royal party who supported the Corkova family had already disagreed with her, and her ambiguous relationship with the Marquis of Kluger, who eventually joined forces to imprison the king.

At the beginning of November, the king's eldest son, Hamel, suddenly announced his coronation, which officially opened the prelude to the split within the royal party; The regent princess Griffiin naturally did not suffer in silence, and she immediately announced to all the nobles and knights of the entire kingdom in her own territory that Hamel's throne was illegal, and she was naturally supported by the core members of the royal party who had long been dissatisfied with the queen and the forces on the elven side she represented.

At the end of mid-November, Archduke Anlek announced his support for the king's eldest son, Hamel, and at the same time, the regions became independent or went their separate ways, and the civil war in Eruin began. From this moment on, until two years later, the civil war shook the foundations of the kingdom from the very foundations. Although it experienced a short period of Zhongxing, the kingdom had lost the blood of the newborn area, and it was naturally difficult to be reborn in the fire.

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

And at this juncture, as for what the southern 'Black Sizzard' Instaron is doing, naturally no one cares. But the fact that no one is there does not mean that the actual impact does not exist, and the migration of entire villages in this area leaves behind a deserted area, and as they pass through the empty and silent villages, they can feel a palpable sense of gloom.

But as we move south, this gloom is gradually changing.

As we were approaching Fir City, the heart of Toniger, the road was finally starting to gain popularity. The lord who ruled Tonygel was the third son of Count Jean Denel, Baron Grudin. Brando was no stranger to the name, but not familiar with it, and most of the nobles at this time were aloof and self-righteous - but the lords were different, and in addition to sharing the faces of the nobles, they had to add harshness, cruelty, and intensification of the exploitation of the lords.

Brando's party was aware of this when they entered Fir City, or rather, their expectations that had been unrequited were much lower at this moment:

The first thing that catches their eye is the people who live outside the fir city, and only those who are really poor and low-status live outside the city without protection, and they are generally either farmers working outside the city or refugees who have fled. On both sides of the street, there are only crumbling, dirty thatched huts, men and women who are poorly clothed, yellow-skinned, and have dull eyes, and no hope for the future.

The avenue was dusty, and the dry air was filled with the smell of livestock manure. Even the dogmatic, sluggish, procrastinating, self-righteous aristocratic bureaucrats of Prague seem lovely in comparison, at least in those places where the burghers are of low status - but at least they survive.

However, just like the mean-natured people born out of barren land, the more barren the land, the more they demand. Brando understood that the difference was not due to the greater humanity of the Goran-Elson aristocracy, but to the fact that under the same exploitation, Tonigel's land became more barren and the people were naturally more intolerable.

Antitina, who was once the daughter of a nobleman, couldn't help but cover her mouth lightly when she looked at this qiē, a little incredulous.

"Your lord, the territory you want to inherit...... Just in this kind of place? She couldn't help but ask with some disappointment.

She originally thought that after leaving the dominions of the mountain people, Tonigel on the eastern coast should be a rich scene, and the proximity to the sea meant that trade was developed, and trade was prosperous. Even if it is not as good as Ampesel, it should at least be about the same as the Buglas region, right?

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a bleak scene at the moment.

Brando was also stunned, because the mercenary who didn't tell Antitina Lubis was actually his summon that the girl was sad in vain and blamed himself for a time, so he was naturally retaliated again. For at least a month after Chablis, Antitina spoke to him with a businesslike attitude, and the good face she used to look at him was gone, and most of them were white-eyed.

Although the aristocratic daughter has always regarded himself as his staff, Brando thought that this was not the attitude that a retainer should have when facing his lord, but of course he would not bring it up, using the status of a nobleman to suppress a weak woman, Brando's half of the modern people are not so shameless.

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(PS. Ask for tickets, students, really don't ask for tickets and won't come.) I don't have a commuter pass, but I can also recommend a ticket.)