The sunny day is rising, leisurely and long, like a thunderous dragon roar wakes up the sleeping Jufeng Mountain.

When the people in the camp at the foot of the mountain rubbed their sleepy eyes and were awakened and walked out of the tent, what they saw in front of them was a scene they will never forget!

Cyan, gold, silver, crimson, dark purple...... Row upon row, there is often even a giant dragon that is rare to see on weekdays, but today there are so many that it can be dazzling!

The wings are stretched horizontally, teeth and claws are fluttering, soaring up and down the clouds between the mountain tops, and the roar of the dragon makes people feel as if their souls are trembling and dancing.

The next moment, the roaring dragons broke through the sky, and with the center of the Torch Peak peak, they controlled the sky and flew in all directions.

There was a dead silence in the stunned camp, and then a cheer not inferior to the dragon's roar!

Especially the many refugees and legionnaires of East Sackland – if the Ebolden and Byrnes were only surprised, they were shocked.

Only twice in their ancestral legends and history have they seen dragons tumble into the clouds and dance on the summit of Jufeng Mountain—and each time, it was a sign that the fate of the empire was about to turn a corner.

The first was the second generation, the "Great Conquest" of His Majesty Eckhart I;

The second time was that His Majesty Brandon I, the sixth-generation "Sage", decided to go north and fight to the death against the evil gods and monsters that went south in the Valley of Blood;

On any time after that, even in the tenth generation, when the "Dragon Empress" and the "Black Duke" were in the empire, there was no such scene.

In the minds of the East Saclarians, who were known as the "Dragon Kings Family" and dominated the empire by dragons, the fate of the empire was linked to the dragons, and every movement and abnormality of the dragons was seen as a sign of the fate of the empire by the superstitious "East Saclair countrymen".

The dragon of Jufeng Mountain has once again "poured out", which also indicates that the empire will once again usher in a turning point of fate, as long as it can win the victory, the empire will once again have six full generations of glory!

"Are you really leaving?"

At the foot of the mountain, Brandon, who was standing on the parapet of the floating city, stuck his waist and looked at the black-haired wizard with some disappointment: "It's okay to stay a few more days - there is still some time before Dresis and my legion go south, and there are few under my command who can fight." ”

"With you, at least don't worry that this rabble will be swept away by the private soldiers of the rebellious nobles. ”

"Forget it, my stay will only give those imperial nobles more reasons to rebel against you. The brunette wizard shrugged and didn't take Brandon's words seriously:

"Let a Duke of Byrne command the counterinsurgency in East Sackland... Unless you're really going to slaughter this place. ”

"Besides, if I don't go back, then who will give you the funds to prepare for the next counterinsurgency?"

His Royal Highness the Prince's expression collapsed when he heard this, and he looked at the camp below with a sad face.

That's right, if you don't wait for the counterinsurgency to end like this, you will have to be eaten poor by these people!

In fact, there are already signs of this... It's just that with the supplies brought out from Ebroden, I can barely hold on, and when the food runs out, it is impossible for me not to kill people.

"Well, it looks like that's all there is to it. Helplessly, Brandon tugged at the corners of his mouth a little unwillingly: "You can go home, my wizard advisor." ”

"But don't be too comfortable... By tomorrow at the latest, you'll be so busy that your feet don't touch the ground. ”

The expressions of the two of them became solemn at the same time.

"War Chancellor, my dear Uncle Sevelin and Archduke Ully Wirtz of Ellemont are at the present time blockading the Ebolden borders—which, according to my imperial brother's habit, will never fight the enemy unless he is fully assured, especially if there is no way out. ”

"And the battle on the front line of Lothair Deep-Limburg is very unsuitable for large-scale legions, whether it is friend or foe, and the royal brother will provide some assistance and logistics at most, and will not be stupid enough to go to the battlefield in person. ”

So this winter, will it be the final truce?

After a pause, Loren probably understood what Brandon meant.

Although Connad's "all-out war mobilization" this time was almost a "total failure" under the intervention of the imperial nobility, it exposed not only the problems of the aristocracy, but also the empire itself.

To put it simply, peace has passed for too long, and there is no preparation for "full mobilization" from top to bottom.

The eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth generations since the "Dragon Empress" have never experienced a threat to the survival of the entire empire like before, not even if it was a monster invasion, a centaur invasion, or a disturbance in the dwarven kingdom... Often, it was only the mobilization of the armies of one or two principalities, or at most three or five legions, that would solve the problem.

So this time of the "Sackland riots", Connad saw not only the non-cooperation of the nobles, but also the lack of psychological preparation for full mobilization of the whole empire, and he did not know what it was like to mobilize the war potential of the entire empire.

Such a grand occasion is by no means relying on an order from within the imperial capital, but a grand event that can only be accomplished by the cooperation of the royal family and the principalities, mutual cooperation and tacit understanding!

The problem at the moment is that the Azorean elves on the other side may well have completed such a full mobilization - otherwise they would not have been able to transport two armies of more than 100,000 men through the mist so easily, and it seems that reinforcements will follow.

But the empire is not.

Therefore, Conod's plan was probably to take advantage of the entire winter port closure time, on the one hand, to blockade the invading enemy and gain respite, and on the other hand, to complete mobilization preparations within the empire, especially in the middle level, and wait until the beginning of spring to fight a decisive battle with the enemy.

After all, as the defensive side, the empire still has a geographical advantage, and it can more easily gather superior forces and annihilate the invading enemy separately.

As for the specific plan, it can be roughly seen from Brandon's next plan.

Externally, he reached a tacit agreement with several principalities to rebuild the "Knights of Edgeworth" to win the hearts and minds of the dukes and protect the interests of the dukes; internally, he indulged Brandon to eradicate dissidents and consolidate East Sackland; and he negotiated with the upper nobles and churches in the imperial capital to win their support.

Well, it's really full of wishful thinking.

"So you're really going to do what Conrad wants?"

"Of course, it's good for me anyway, why not?" Brandon shrugged, taking it for granted, and sighed with emotion: "After all, it's all for De Salion... And the Empire. ”

Looking at Brandon, who "suddenly became honest", even if he had already seen it once, Loren was still stunned.

No, such a mature and calm "disgraced prince" who takes into account the overall situation is too disobedient!

Is... What was he stimulated by?

"What's the matter with you, this expression again?" Brandon raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and then his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up in surprise: "Could it be that I was shocked by my mature and calm performance and taking the overall situation into account?!"

"......" Loren Turin.

"Heck, don't be so embarrassed - I know, a lot of times I grow and perform beyond what people think, it's normal to be surprised, nothing special. ”

His eyebrows fluttered, and His Royal Highness the Prince had an undisguised expression: "How is it, do you seem to think that I am particularly reliable and confident now—is there a little bit, um... The urge to stay with me?"

“...... Good bye. ”

The black-haired wizard with a blank face turned around and walked towards the floating city without looking back.

"Oops... Wait, wait, why are you in such a hurry, I was wrong, can I apologize?!"

Brandon, who was panicked, immediately appeared in his original form.

Loren, who stopped and didn't turn around, turned his head indifferently.

"Okay......" Scratching his head, His Royal Highness the Prince, who looked at Loren's expression, immediately understood: "Take care, by the way, remember to say hello to Charlotte for me, just say... Uh......"

"Forget it... I don't think I'll say anything, maybe I'll make her like me a little bit. ”

The black-haired wizard nodded approvingly.

The sound of the floating city activating was heard, and it slowly rose into the air.

In the distance, on Jufeng Mountain, the roar of the dragons sounded again.

The sound was like thunder.

..............................

The road from East Sackland to the Duchy of Byrne is connected by a quadripartite avenue.

Because Charlotte had not been informed in advance about the matter of Jufeng Mountain—in fact, even the battle of Ebolden had not been remembered to inform her until after the battle began—so Loren, who was "particularly weak-hearted", did not dare to delay for half a minute, and the whole team immediately "divided into three ways" after arriving at the border.

Loren himself took the remaining hundred or so Celestial Wings Demon Hunters and rode along the Quartet at full speed, bypassing all the towns and fortresses in his path, and heading directly to the Red Blood Castle;

The heavily armed Byrne Knights, under the leadership of Count Eckert of Fort Fury, raised their banners, and the passing of castles and towns spread the results of the Battle of Ebotden and the news of "Duke Byrne's survival" throughout Byrne;

In the end, all the wounded soldiers, wizards, and Ebotden refugees who did not want to follow Brandon and followed Byrne were all arranged on the floating city, and slowly followed behind, so as not to slow down the march.

With the blessing of "moving lightly", Loren crossed the three counties in only two days, and on the afternoon of the third day, reached the border of the Red Blood Castle.

Looking at the vast fields of farmland, exquisite windmill gardens and lush vineyards, the black-haired wizard who was very worried in his heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I rushed back so desperately, and the trip to Jufeng Mountain was a last resort, everything that should be explained was explained... Now, Charlotte won't be angry anymore... Right?

Looking at the Red Blood Castle standing majestically like a knight halfway up the mountain in the distance, Loren's cheeks twitched instinctively.

It's winter season, and even the Red Blood Castle in the south can already see the traces of the cold wind—the wheat fields are already large areas of golden yellow, and the dense forests in the wilderness are mixed with red and yellow light green, which is more gorgeous than in the middle of summer.

It's just that it's already winter, and the roads outside the city are too lively?

The road not far down the hill was crowded with peasants, travelers, caravans, wagons, and pedestrians of all sorts of costumes, most of whom were hurrying in the direction of the Red Blood Castle, but there were also many merchants who set up stalls on the roadside and eagerly sold them.

Such a "makeshift market" actually spread from a tavern farthest outside the castle to the town outside the walls of the Red Blood Castle, stretching for miles, and all of them were clogged to the brim.

By the time the surprised black-haired wizard and Luson arrived outside the castle, they saw ten times more lively than the streets outside the castle—hundreds, colorful swallowtail flags hung on the city walls, and the town's bazaar was already crowded.

Every tavern was full, every inn was full of people, every carriage was jammed... At first glance, it looks like all the people of Byrne have written about this town!

"Holy Cross, ......" found that Lu Sien, who could no longer walk, looked at the "crowd" in front of him in a trance, and muttered: "This... What kind of celebration is it, and how does it seem to be more lively than the Midsummer Festival?"

"Midsummer... How could this year's Midsummer Festival be compared to this?!" A merchant who had walked ahead of them turned his head in surprise when he heard his words:

"This is a big event that has caused a sensation in all of Byrne—the counts of the Thirteen Lords... Well, except for the Earl of Castle of Fury, who went out with the Duke, all of them have come here!"

"What is that for?" the gray-eyed boy looked puzzled.

"Well... There are two things in total. Seeing that Lusen was a foreigner, the merchant immediately began to gush: "First of all, of course, to celebrate the Duke's victory at Ebolden, and to defeat the million-strong army of the Azorean elves alone, this is a feat that no previous knight king has ever had, and even the emperor of the De Salion family cannot compare!"

"You see, they didn't hurry up and invite the Duke to Jufeng Mountain to talk and laugh with the dragons—otherwise, what else could praise our Duke for such great achievements?!"

“......”

Twitching his throat, Lusen cautiously glanced at the black-haired wizard behind him: "That... What about the second thing?"

"The second one, of course, is the wedding!" said the merchant, "For us Byrinns, can there be anything bigger than a wedding in this world?!"

"Countess of Crimson Castle, um... It should be said that the Council of the Round Table has officially announced that it will hold an unprecedented wedding at the banquet to celebrate the Duke's triumph, so as to add even more grace to this glorious day!"

"Wedding?" Lusin scratched his head, "Whose wedding?"

"Whose wedding, whose wedding could it be—you can't mean it, do you?" the merchant's eyes widened, he looked around and coughed a few times:

"Although it has not been officially announced at the moment, my wife's younger brother and his second cousin, who is a second-class chef in the court of the Red Blood Castle, was ordered to make a Sakran pigeon pie - you know, this delicacy can only be seen at the emperor's wedding in the Heavenly Dome, so the protagonist of this wedding ......"

"Of course it's our Duke!"

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