The empire was built in the midst of war, as can be seen from the few ancient buildings that have survived in Montenegro. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info It was an era of war, the holy empire Amani established by the forest trolls and the magical kingdom Sindore established by the upper elves were competing with each other for the dominance of the forest, the Angela Zerg Council was entrenched in the desert and the wilderness, silently expanding its own race, and the ferocious bone-eating orcs were fighting for living space inch by inch from the hands of the Draenor ogres who were even more ferocious and powerful than them, and the minotaurs, half-orcs, and various beast-type subhumans were all involved in this war. As for the Black Iron Dwarves, although they have no quarrel with the world, in order to protect the mountain treasure troves of the Dwarven Realm, which are coveted by any race, they cruelly and resolutely break the corpses of any foreign race that sets foot in their territory, even if it is a fellow dwarven of other tribes...... The civilizations established by these subhuman empires, whether in terms of their scale, their heritage, or their military strength, magic, knowledge, and material reserves, are all several times or even ten times the strength of human beings. The human race has advantages in terms of population base, growth cycle and fertility, even if it can be stronger than elves, dwarves and other long-lived races, but compared with orcs and trolls, it is not at all, not to mention the Angela worms who are counted in hundreds of millions.

It can be said that the only advantage that the Terrans possess is weakness and mediocrity.

That's right, it is this "weakness" and "mediocrity", which should be weaknesses, that become the strengths of human beings. It is precisely because it is weak enough that the several major Asian empires do not regard the silently developing Terrans at all, and do not regard them as opponents, which gives the Terrans enough time to breathe and develop secretly. It is precisely because of "mediocrity" that human beings who have no strengths will humbly absorb every bit of power that can make them powerful. They mastered magic from the elves. Learned about forging from the dwarves, and learned about building and hunting from the trolls. Learn how to fight from the orcs...... Compared to those subhuman teachers, what humans understand seems so crude and shallow. So much so that those sub-human civilizations only laughed disdainfully after learning about these behaviors of human beings, and even took the initiative to teach more to human beings because of sympathy, because in their eyes, those human beings who could not reach their own level even if they were desperate could not pose any threat at all, and were just a joke.

It turns out they were all wrong......

When the billions of insects unleashed by the Angela Zerg swooped down on every inch of the continent, treating every living creature as an enemy and food to devour it, those sub-human civilizations had to join forces to fight against this catastrophic insect plague. But there are no Terrans in this alliance. Not because the Terrans are unwilling to fight, but because in the eyes of the initiators of the Alliance. The power of the Terrans is simply dispensable.

Forbidden Spells, Bloodfury Orcs, Shamanic Swan Songs...... In the end, the ultimate forbidden weapons of the major powers could not stop the huge number of insect swarms, but the final defeat was still the Angela Zerg. The truth of history has been deliberately hidden, but those confusing fragments of inheritance seem to reveal where the victory came from......

The God Exterminator, and only the ultimate weapon forged by the twelve magic emperors to destroy the gods, can have the magical power to turn the tide and create miracles.

This period of history is a blank slate, but the ending is unknown to everyone. After the end of the Plague War, the accumulated humanity formed an empire led by eight heroes, and declared war on all the subhuman empires that suffered heavy losses in the plague. In the end, after decades of bloody battles, the victory was finally won. Occupy the rich and beautiful emerald plains.

Montenegro was the first city established by the Human Empire. To be fair, the city's natural environment is not very good, and it can even be said that the climate is harsh. Resources are scarce, and there is nothing to see but magnificent mountains.

However, this majestic city backed by the Misty Mountains occupies an extremely important geographical position, and is the gateway to the entire Emerald Plain. Call it a city. It's more of a military fortress. In fact, the city of Montenegro was founded in the midst of blood and fire. From the beginning of the construction of the walls, the workers who built the walls were to complete their work on the battlefield. Elven arrows, trolls' spear-throwing orcs' axes, always grazing the ears of the workers, taking the lives of one or two workers every now and then. Sometimes, when the muddy water is not enough, the workers will even bring in a few corpses nearby to bleed for use, which is why the ancient buildings of Montenegro always faintly emit blood.

After the destruction of the powerful enemy or the exile from afar, Montenegro has not been directly attacked for hundreds of years. The aristocracy of the empire, which was gradually degenerating, did not fail to consider moving the capital and choosing another place with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate to establish a new prosperous imperial capital. But no one was able to do it, not even the emperor of the empire. Because the oldest and most sacred law of the empire clearly stipulates that Montenegro must be the eternal capital of the empire and cannot be changed, and there is only one circumstance that will shake its position, and that is the fall of the empire......

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Dorrag Castle, a city within a city built during the war in Montenegro. Even in Montenegro, the imperial capital of high-rise buildings and fortresses, this is a veritable legendary city. Not because of its history, nor because of the scale of its construction. There is only one reason why Dorag Castle is legendary, and that is the owner who now lives here...... The Imperial Marshal, the Iron Protector of the Country, the Prince of the Imperial Family, and the Emerald Dragon Dragoon Retusus, resides in this ancient castle.

The heavy and solid castle gate was pushed open from the outside, and with the icy sound of steel grinding, a tall warrior stepped in. The castle was dark, and there was no butler or maid in sight, it was quiet, as if it were empty. It was the owner of the castle who returned to the castle, the dragoon general Letusus. He was wearing a full set of jet-black full-body armor with a hideous and terrifying face armor. The only part of his body that was exposed to the outside seemed to be the stiff and clear lips.

If you just heard the rumors, I'm afraid no one would equate the pitch-black demon god in front of you with the iron mural of the empire. In fact, as the guardian of the empire, the undefeated god of war, the living legend, and the dragoon general who is recognized as the most romantic and powerful warrior...... Prince Rethuss, shrouded in countless halos, his whole life is shrouded in mystery. One of the most talked about things. Until now, no one has been able to see the dragoon in public.

His appearance, his age, and not only these basic information are not well known. No one even knew how strong he was, for it had been years since anyone had been able to force His Excellency the Grand Prince to draw the sword from his waist. Although there is no evidence. However, it was generally believed that Generalissimo Retusus had already crossed the bottleneck of the fifth-order war king, and had even surpassed the sixth-order, or even seventh-order threshold, that no one had been able to cross for a long time. But there is another theory that is completely opposite, that is, Retusus's own strength is not so terrifying, and his invincible strength comes almost entirely from his wife who made a blood pact with him, that is, the legendary dragon princess, the seventh-order jasper dragon Ysera.

Born into a royal family, Rethusus seems to have been an outlier since he was a teenager, and legend has it that he voluntarily renounced his right to the throne. Fighting alone with a sword, he traveled incognito as an ordinary adventurer across the continent. This is how he meets the dragon princess Ysera. There are countless versions of their love story in the bard's mouth, and the only thing they have in common is that it is described as a love affair that transcends races. After countless ups and downs, one man and one dragon finally successfully combined, drawing a perfect end to this story.

Although the story is over, the legend continues......

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"Alas......"

The Imperial God of War, who was supposed to be favored by the God of Happiness at all times, entered his home, and there was a long and helpless sigh from under the mask.

Syllable~~~!

The sound of the bottle shattering on the ground was heard, and Letusus followed the sound when he saw a woman in a whalebone dress stepping out of the darkness and striding towards him. She was drunk. Walking and swaying, a pair of intoxicating beautiful eyes looked straight at him.

"How much wine have you drunk?" Ressetus' voice came from under the mask, a deep but magnetic voice that was not as majestic as it had been imagined. But it's unexpectedly good.

"How much alcohol did you drink? Hmm...... I don't remember......" The drunken lady shook her head, smiled lightly and said, "Anyway, I've been drinking since you left, and before you finish drinking....... you ...... You're back......"

The lady walked up to the dragoon. Stretched out his finger and hooked the dragoon's chin. This is undoubtedly a very frivolous and rude action, not to mention that the target is still an extremely noble world noble. Imperial Marshal, a prince of royal blood. But no one thinks there's anything wrong with it. The reason is very simple, this woman is none other than the wife of Retusus, the seventh-order jasper dragon Ysera.

With the help of his wife, Rethuseus became an unstoppable dragoon, and soon after returning to the Empire, he was entrusted with the task of fighting in the sand for the rest of his life. However, in recent years, Rethusus has rarely used his role as a dragoon to fight, and even his mounts have been replaced by ordinary horses and dragons. After giving birth to a son and two daughters, the jade dragon Isera was like an ordinary wealthy concubine, active in the social occasions of the imperial capital, attending large and small drinking parties. Over time, more and more people have begun to forget her true identity, often after a long time, and those who come into contact with her suddenly remember that the woman she had just talked to about was actually a terrifying dragon capable of destroying the royal capital.

Looking at his drunken wife, Rethuses shook his head again and said in a deep voice, "You're drunk, go rest......"

"I'm not drunk~~~!" Ysera suddenly shouted, interrupting Retusus and said, "I've been waiting for you, just to wait for you to come back, for you to tell me my daughter's whereabouts." Tell me, tell me, nothing happened to her, Maria...... She'll be back to me soon......"

Speaking of the back, the humanoid dragon was already crying. The high-level wisdom dragon blood is connected, and if something happens to his direct blood relatives, he will know it as soon as possible, no matter how far away it is. Looking at Ysera's appearance, she obviously felt that something was wrong, but she hoped that her husband would deceive her.

Letusus didn't shake his head this time, but he didn't say a word, letting his wife's expectant eyes look at him.

Do you need to say anything more with such a move?'s eyes filled with tears of despair. After she gave vent to her husband hysterically, she suddenly took two steps back, her facial features were distorted and hideous, and she stretched out her finger and pointed at her husband's face and said, "I know, you did it on purpose, you deliberately wanted to kill my daughter and Mary, just because...... Because she is not your own daughter, just because she does not have your blood flowing in her body~~~!"

Retuses trembled violently, and the face under the mask had become unbelievable, but he finally remained silent and stared at his wife.

Ysera also regretted it a little after saying this, but in the end, sadness and anger prevailed. She removed Rethus's mask and continued to cry loudly: "I know, I know that I broke the sacred marriage covenant, that I made an act of betrayal to you, but Mary is innocent, who is ...... Whoever called you at all, you are not a man at all!"

The dragoon's black-armored helmet tumbled to the ground, and a fluttering red hair spilled out......

Who would have thought that the face hidden under that mask, the true identity of the Imperial Marshal, would be a peerless beauty with a face comparable to that of the Jade Dragon Princess. (To be continued.) )