"Isn't it too rash to suddenly decide to send troops to Goth," another patriarch named Ensa said with a worried expression, "The Goth region, as an extremely important iron ore resource in the hands of the Nords, has always been the key defense of the Nord army, as far as I know, the Fourth Army of the Nord region has at least one flag regiment stationed there, and there are three strong fortresses, even if we attack suddenly, I am afraid it will be difficult to take it in a short time!"

"Don't worry about that!" a sneer sneered at the corner of Drayangelic's mouth, and he confidently gestured to the attendant officer behind him, and soon, the attendant officer walked in through the side door with a plate on which was an open letter,

Drayangelik picked up the letter on the plate with a mysterious face, looked at the patriarchs below, and under the suspicious gaze of everyone, he raised the letter in his hand and said lightly

"This is an urgent letter of order from the Northern Council of Dorok three days ago, in order to curb the suppression of the Nord Kingdom by the Falcon Dynasty, and in order to prevent the Dorok Mountains from falling into a situation of fighting alone, the cowards of the Northern Council have agreed to the request for reinforcements from the Nords! This order from the Northern Council is the guarantee for us to obtain the Gothic region!"

"What the young patriarch means, we will enter the Gothic region under the banner of the Northern Council, and then move to annihilate all the Nord defenders!" Patriarch Rosber reacted quickly, his somewhat gloomy face became brighter, and the corners of his mouth cracked slightly,

"Yes, we are legitimate reinforcements!" The other patriarchs were also a little agitated, this idea was too wonderful, to enter the Goths in the name of reinforcements, and then launch a surprise attack, with the Nords only one banner regiment of troops, the success rate of this battle was almost equal to 100%,

"Now we can discuss the details of this battle!" Drayangelik raised his head with a high-spirited expression, he clicked on the map on the wall with his hand, and said, "There is no accurate information yet, but according to the previous arrangement, the three fortresses of Ferran, Dick, and Zhiander must be important defense points for the Nord army." （）（）......“

While DrayAngelik was talking with his eyebrows fluttering above, Rosber below was also quietly biting his ears with Anssuk next to him, constantly exchanging opinions,

The Rus of Rothber is the second largest ethnic group in the Kurma Plateau after the Dressers, with a population of about 180,000 people, because it is the closest to the Goth region, and it is not a matter of one or two years to personally control the Goth area.

Ever since the Nords occupied Goth, he had secretly planned numerous attacks, but in the end they were all miscarried for various reasons, and now that the opportunity had come, he immediately sought out the Anssuk, the fourth tribe, who was as eager as he was

Everyone else in the chamber seemed to have heard the whispers of the two patriarchs, and several patriarchs were quietly biting their ears and exchanging opinions with each other

Probably thinking about how to divide the sphere of influence after the capture of Goth, how much victory is certain, whether it is worth the risk, whether it is worth the risk, as the nature gets higher and higher, the voices of the patriarchs are getting louder and louder, and even mixed with a bit of laughter, and the whispering voice is about the same as the voice of Drayangelik

Looking at the patriarchs who were biting each other's little ears below, Drayangelik, who was standing above, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although he still had words on his lips.

Drayangelik was not a restless young man, as a future patriarch determined to bring the Dressers back to his homeland, he set his sights beyond the Kurmar Plateau early on.

The changing situation on the continent outside always made a young man like him feel excited, and he once disguised himself as a merchant apprentice and followed the caravan through the Dorok Mountains to the three northern counties,...,

There, for the first time, he saw the cloud-like carriages and endless shops, felt the strength and prosperity of the powerful dynasty from the north, and once stopped and wandered in the low-lying land of Stroth, known as the "land of weeping", for a long time, staring at the desolate land in front of him that had determined the fate of the two kingdoms.

After the war, the Falcon Dynasty erected a ten-meter-high stone monument in marble there, which read, "I would like to commemorate all the warriors who are buried here!"

The magnanimity of the Falcon Majesty is also vividly reflected on this monument, all the soldiers who are buried here, including the Ruierdian soldiers who died here at that time, the font on the stele is very ugly, but it also proves that this phrase does come from the rumors of the Falcon Majesty,

Whether it's Wikibians, Kuguits, or Ryrdians,

Everyone who passed by here, looking at the large areas of graves on this barren land, their feelings were full of mixed respect, under this land where there was once a fierce battle, at least 100,000 soldiers were sleeping,

They may come from different kingdoms and fight for different monarchs, but their desperate battles are all fighting for the same purpose.

"Country, we Dorok people really need a strong country!

As a Dorok who advocated freedom, he had always believed that the existence of freedom was the character of a Doroch, but in this wasteland, he felt for the first time that the country, this ethereal word, seemed as heavy as a mountain at this moment

A strong country can create an era, I don't know why, he suddenly felt that this attack on the Gothic region would not be successful, not because the opponent was too strong, but because his side was too disunited,

He could feel that the alliance of the seventeen tribes on the Kurma Plateau was like a mass of scattered sand at the moment, and in front of external pressure, it was still able to gather together to fight against foreign enemies, and once faced with interests, this unity would quickly be swallowed up by the greed of all races!

"It's not just Kurmar, it's the whole of Dorok!" Drayangelik's gaze swept over the table, a flash of disappointment

"A group of greedy and selfish leaders, but in the hands of the future of the Dorok, the so-called Northern Parliamentary Union, for the various races in their hands, the binding force is almost minimal, each fighting for its own interests!

!d@t

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