Scene 133 Roman’s Second Plan (Part 1)

Living in the vast plateau north of Eruin, the Gurchi clan spreads a well-known legend-it is said that soldiers who are alone on the battlefield are those favored by the god of death.

Van Nosta has also heard of this legend. He is a knight recruited from the Balta area in the north of the kingdom. He is from a local gentry family. Before joining the army, he was good at taming animals. After joining the army, he naturally became a flying dragon knight. The Dragon Cavalry Squadron belonging to the Thirty-Fourth Regiment - this army was originally part of the Kingdom's Southern Legion, but the latter had already been organized and dispersed by Madara's undead army in this war, and even Commander Bina Earl Ge himself was dead - Van Nosta's troops waited and waited for no sign of the so-called truce. Instead, the offensive of the undead Madara on the opposite side became stronger day by day. However, the people behind it The noble lords used the excuse that negotiations had come to an end and the war was over to no longer provide them with any support.

There was no news from the messenger sent out to contact the White Mane Army and Anlek. The situation was getting worse day by day, just as Baron Kolien, the top commander of the 34th Regiment remaining on the southern border of Denel, wrote in his diary. road:

"The situation in the south is getting worse day by day. We don't know where our brother troops are scattered. Madara's undead are 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 separated from the control of the kingdom. Martha, I hope I can see the end of this nightmare in my lifetime——"

But all this is not important to Van Nosta. He and his flying dragon were shot down while inspecting a human village destroyed by the undead on the southern border, and became the one in the legend of the Gurchi clan. A person who is stared at by the cold gaze of death. He raised his head with blood on his face and saw in despair rows of skeleton warriors pouring over from all directions from the ruins of the village. He was pinned down by the body of the flying dragon and could not move. The light crossbow in his hand was the only protective weapon. He raised his arm and shot an arrow at one of the skeletons.

The crossbow arrow blessed by the holy water burst out with dazzling light, and a skeleton turned into ashes in the white light.

But after the successive white lights, more undead souls flooded Nostar's vision - a feeling of boundless depression enveloped the young man. That must have been a few months ago, Nuosda couldn't help but subconsciously think - when they heard that Madala invaded the kingdom in three groups, almost everyone, whether they were soldiers or nobles, had a relaxed attitude. Wait and see how these dark lords from backward and barbaric countries will fall apart due to internal strife and inconsistent command, just like every joint invasion they have in history.

But the final result was beyond each of their expectations. Madala's army marched decisively, calmly and effectively. In comparison, the Kingdom of Eruin was more like a twilight old man, unable to resist at every turn and showing signs of fatigue. The kingdom's former glory has long since gone away. The kingdom that was called 'the edge of flames, the example of ancient glory' by the seventeenth chief priest of the Temple of Fire three centuries ago only exists in the past history. middle.

Shoot the last arrow,

The young man calmly threw away the crossbow, holding tightly the necklace with his wife's name on his chest with one hand. He raised his head, and a tall skeleton had blocked the sunlight above him——

The red soul fire in his eyes was beating.

"Farewell, father, mother, and dear Vanessa, I just hope you can remember that your son and husband fought with many people in this place to protect Eruin..."

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

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After October, the atmosphere of autumn gradually becomes stronger, and the plains along the coast of Tonigel are dyed with a layer of light yellow. Just riding horses and walking on the road between the countryside, Brando and his party could already feel the obvious atmosphere of war.

After the leather armor was torn by Aloz, Brando simply found a tailor to order a set of black long trench coat and breeches when passing through a town along the way, showing off the airs of a lord. At this moment, he sat upright and looked around on the horse. He was wearing a pair of eye-catching white gloves and a long sword with a silver-plated handle hanging around his waist. He looked somewhat like a young nobleman.

But this is not because he wants to live a noble life, it is simply because it is easier to avoid trouble. Leaving the rolling hills of Chablis, the trip over the past month has become increasingly dull. Although public security is now broken, most of the bandits around the town are made up of farmers who can no longer survive. On the other hand, Brando and his party were more than ten or twenty people, and the guards were all well-equipped, and they looked like heirs of nobles traveling. Naturally, these people who were desperate because of poverty would not easily try to provoke them.

However, Brando couldn't help but sigh when he saw the deserted farms along the way.

In fact, on that day in Chablis, the dragon girl Aloz had warned him before leaving, telling him that an undead army from Madara was currently entrenched in the south of Tonigel. This news coincides with the history known to Brando. Historically, 'Blackadder' Instalon still kept Denel from leaving even half a year after the armistice agreement, because he knows the taste of marrow - and let's talk about this. The ancient kingdom has no time to care about him at this moment.

It is almost the end of the Autumn Moon (October). In the other side of history that Brando knows, the upper echelons of this ancient kingdom are already beginning to make moves and undercurrents. As far as he knew, the support behind Obergu's eldest son Hamel came from the power of Queen Anna. Anna was the sister of Duke Sifah. Her entry actually represented the beginning of the restoration of the Sifah dynasty - supporting Korko The royal party members of the Va family had different views on this. In addition, she had an ambiguous relationship with the powerful Marquis Kluge, and they even teamed up to imprison the king, thus laying the foundation for the disaster.

In early November in history, the eldest son of the king, Hamel, suddenly announced his coronation. This event officially kicked off the internal division of the royal party; the regent Princess Griffin, who had a strong personality, naturally would not endure it silently, and she immediately Her own territory declared to all the nobles and knights in the entire kingdom that Hamel's throne was illegal. Her support was naturally the core members of the royal party who were already dissatisfied with the queen and the forces of the elves that she represented.

In mid-to-late November, Grand Duke Anlek announced his support for the eldest son of the king, Hamel. At the same time, localities became independent one after another or fell to one side, and the civil war in Eruin began immediately. From this moment until two years later, the civil war shook the kingdom to its foundations. Although it subsequently experienced a brief period of resurgence, the kingdom had lost the blood of its new generation and was naturally unable to be reborn in the fire.

It can be said that Eruin's demise has accelerated from this moment on.

At this juncture, naturally no one cares about what the South's 'Black Lord' Instaron is doing. However, just because no one is related does not mean that the actual impact does not exist. The migration of entire villages in this area has left a desolate area. When they passed through those empty and silent villages, they could feel an obvious Desolate.

But as we head south, this desolation is gradually changing——

Because we were about to approach Fir City, the core of Tony Geer, the road finally began to gain popularity. The lord who rules Tonigur is Baron Grudin, third son of Count Jeandenelle. Brando is not unfamiliar with this name, but he can't say he is familiar with it. Most of the nobles at this time are indifferent and self-righteous - but the lord is another look. In addition to sharing the face of the nobles, he must also be harsh, cruel and even worse. The land is taken away from the people.

Brando and his party noticed this when they entered Fir City, or in other words, their previously hopeless expectations were lowered a lot at this moment:

The first thing that caught their eyes was the residents living outside Fir City. Only the truly poor and low-status people would live outside the city without protection. Generally speaking, they were either farmers working outside the city or refugees who had fled. There are only crumbling, dirty thatched houses on both sides of the street. Men and women are half-clothed, with sallow complexions and thin skin. Their eyes are dim and dull, and there is no hope for the future.

The road was dusty and the dry air was filled with the smell of livestock manure. Compared with here, even the dogmatic, slow-moving and self-righteous aristocratic bureaucrats in Bragg look cute. At least in those places, although the citizens have a low status - they can at least survive.

However, just like the mean people born from the barren land, the poorer the land, the more they ask for. Brando understood that the reason for this difference was not that the nobles of Golan-Elsen were more humane, but that under the same exploitation, the land in Tonigel was more barren and the people were naturally more unbearable.

Antitina, who was once the daughter of a nobleman, looked at all this and couldn't help but cover her mouth slightly in disbelief.

"Lord, the territory you want to inherit...is in a place like this?" She couldn't help but ask with some disappointment.

She originally thought that after leaving the autonomous territory of the mountain people, Tony Geer on the eastern coast would be a prosperous scene. Being close to the sea meant developed trade, and developed trade meant wealth. Even if it's not as good as Ampelser, it should at least be similar to the Buglas area, right?

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

Brando was also stunned. Because he didn't tell Antitina that Lubis's mercenary was actually his summoned creature, he was naturally retaliated for causing the girl's sadness and self-blame. For at least a month after Chablis, Antitina had a businesslike attitude when talking to him. Her good looks when she saw him before were gone, and most of them just gave him a blank look.

Although the noble daughter has always regarded herself 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 and use his status as a noble to suppress a weak woman. Brando, as half of modern people, is not so shameless.

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