Glacier snow-capped mountains, over Niedhogg.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, the black-haired wizard who sat on the back of the dragon Mirasis looked expressionlessly at the dragon city shrouded in ice mist and smoke in the distance.

As the sun sets, the scorching sun pierces through the clouds and blizzards, draping the crumbling Niedhogg in a painting-like golden red, and roaring as the legendary royal city crumbles into ruins, and countless towered palaces collapse into bottomless crevasses in the glacier......

This is probably what the grave keeper said, the end of decency, right?

Touching the broken "rotten wood strip" on his waist, Loren couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth.

As I guessed, the last "valve" from the beginning was not in Nidhogg, but was taken south as early as the destruction of the dragon kingdom - only the most precious but untakable inheritance, the "last knowledge", was left in the royal city......

And Isaac and Luceen behind Loren are not in such a good "mood" as him - they are shivering from the cold, and their whole bodies are lying on the dragon's back and clasping the dragon scales, for fear that this desolate beast will throw itself off with a swing.

Although this is only the first time in the "dragon knight career" of the two, it can be seen how nonsense those "dragon knights" who can ride a dragon and wield a spear bow and arrow at a height of 300 feet are ......

Not to mention whether the bow and arrow can be shot out in the state of the dragon's high-speed flight, there is such a desolate giant beast that can smash the city wall headlong and burn the tower with just breath, does it really need another person to fight on it?

According to Brandon, even among the "dragon knights" of the De Salion family, there are very few who like to ride dragons in battle, especially himself, because the chance of falling off the dragon's back is too high......

"I guess you already know, Loren?" Brandon, who didn't change his face, suddenly turned his head, "Your famous ancestor, Roland Turin, the 'Black Duke', also came here. ”

"Just when he... Belch... After betraying the Church of the Holy Cross. ”

"I know some, but not much. Raising his eyebrows, Loren replied indifferently, looking at His Royal Highness the Prince in front of him in confusion: "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"Because it's likely that someone will want to know what you've seen......" Brandon muttered suddenly.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm suddenly a little curious!" His Royal Highness the Prince changed his face faster than turning a book, grinning and revealing a sunny smile: "Let's change the question... Did you find what you were looking for... Did you find any evidence that Roland had ever arrived in Dragon King?"

"You're two questions......"

The black-haired wizard couldn't help but roll his eyes, and looked helplessly at the face that could still keep smiling in the cold wind: "It's hard to say about the former, as for the latter... It should be. ”

Brandon's eyes lit up.

"I found Roland's mark on the walls of Niderhogg, and there are quite a few Rangers in the royal city... The bones should all be soldiers and retinues who once followed the 'Black Duke'. ”

"That location is already close to the very center of all of Niederhogg, if that's the case... Then Roland must have been there at one time or another. ”

Looking at the other party's sudden expression of "enlightenment", Loren, who frowned slightly, couldn't help but speak: "By the way, can you also answer a question for me - why do the soldiers of the Broken Mountain Fortress respect Roland so much, and even be willing to disobey Conod's orders for me, a 'Turin family'?"

"Uh... This matter is complicated, and it is difficult to explain it directly. ”

Brandon suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "Mainly because the 'Black Duke' once served in the Broken Mountain Fortress, and there are still many flag regiments formed during his time!"

"No, it shouldn't be just because of this, right?" the black-haired wizard shook his head: "If you only serve in Broken Mountain, Duke Lothair and Duke Elemand have both served as commanders of Broken Mountain Fortress, but the jailers in the dungeon didn't give him any 'special' preferential treatment because of Lusen's status!"

"On that note... Actually, there are other reasons, mainly because ...... in the first place"

"If it weren't for the 'Black Duke' Roland Turin, the Broken Boundary Mountain Fortress would have fallen in the tenth generation!"

The gray-eyed boy lying on the back of the dragon suddenly raised his head, and his silver-gray gaze directly ignored Brandon's embarrassed expression: "This is what my father told me - it was not Her Majesty Charlotte de Salion who won the eighth monster invasion, or even the opposite, it should have been an unprecedented fiasco!"

"Originally... If Roland Turin, the 'Black Duke', hadn't appeared, maybe that day would have ......"

"It should be the day when the Sakran Empire is going to be destroyed!"

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"Bell!"

With all his strength to reinsert the flagpole in the center of the battlement, Ernst Drexis, panting, did not even have time to rest, looked at the mess on the wall, gritted his teeth, and smashed it on the wall.

Right beside him, the impregnable north city wall was dyed a thick layer of "dark red", and dense bones were piled up next to the battlements, in front of the stairs, and in the walkways...... The smell of the dead mixed with the smoke of gunpowder makes people shudder.

Thankfully, the attacking army of monsters consisted only of rotting corpses and a handful of monsters, and didn't even have the means to siege or strike from a distance - the sappers of the Broken Mountain Fortress were able to stand on the walls without fear and destroy them in rows with trebuchets and ballistas.

But the real problem was that even with the cover of the walls, there were so few defenders inside the fortress - thousands of rotting corpses could even fill the trenches with bones and climb the walls in a steady stream.

One day and one night, the defenders who had held the fortress for one day and one night were killed!

This is only the first round of attacks by the monster army, they have just been knocked out of momentum, and it won't be long before they make a comeback again.

Ernst Dresis, who had lived through the last invasion, knew very well - this was a group that did not need rest, logistics, provisions, and orders...... Wait for all the enemies that any army needs, and the thousands of monsters will only do one thing, and that is to tear the enemies in their way to shreds!

Even the most elite legion can't face such an enemy without feeling a trace of fear... Even back then, there were many legionnaires who collapsed under the continuous attacks of monsters.

The more tragic the battle, the more necessary it is for the commander to stand up and encourage the momentum and stabilize the morale of the army, so that the defenders can maintain a strong and sufficient fighting spirit, and not be demoralized by such a series of bloody battles.

But it's a pity that the person who can do this is not in the Broken Mountain Fortress...... With a heavy sigh, Ernst Drexis looked up tiredly and looked at the glacial wasteland ruled by the blizzard.

Ernst really regrets now why he didn't do everything he could to prevent His Highness Connad from going north, otherwise His Highness wouldn't have been trapped in the Valley of Blood by an avalanche now, but would have stood in his place to end this sudden invasion.

Maybe... It's because he really doesn't have the talent of His Majesty and His Royal Highness Conrad, so he doesn't have the courage to stop His Highness......

Suddenly, the middle-aged knight's eyes widened, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists!

The walls trembled violently...... In the midst of the blizzard, on the vast horizon, an endless gray-white "torrent" was gradually approaching, rolling on the earth like dark clouds, and the sound of neat and heavy footsteps was like the sound of war drums, roaring endlessly!

Obviously, these monsters didn't intend to give the Broken Mountain Fortress any respite, and they couldn't wait for a new attack before the previous round of fighting was over.

A rapid trumpet sound came from the top of the tower, and Ernst Drexis, who had opened his eyes suddenly, drew his sword, turned sharply to look at the legionnaires, who were still stunned and did not know what to do, and roared like fierce beasts:

"Boundary Mountain Fortress............

Prepare for ——!!!!"