The land outside of Calletan was already being cultivated, the burned crops were used as fertilizer, the female slaves were cutting the weeds, a caravan of bulls was plowing the fields by the woods, and thirty or so were keeping watch with axes.

When Garon's troops arrived at the Horde, the men and animals fled back to the Horde, the gates of the Horde were closed, and the sentry of the watchtower was filled with arrows.

"Are you sure it's our own people? That's how they welcomed me? Garon, who was in the distance, asked, tilting his head.

"They didn't see you, Your Highness." Sir Keros, who was leading the way, said that he shouted ahead: "Blow the trumpet." ”

So the troops blew the trumpet of Caledan.

"This is the only castle in the whole of Villeester East." "In the years of war, Calletan has changed hands repeatedly, the natives have looted it twice, and we have burned it once," Keros said. The stupid natives also seem to know the importance of this place, and the battle for the castle is especially fierce. The soldiers stationed here are the most vigilant, and if they don't hear the trumpet, they won't open the city gates easily. ”

Garon looked at the blackened black-dyed black-winged flags flying at the head of the city, the gates were slowly opened, the gates were newly cast, the freshly cut oak planks were reinforced with rivets, the wooden steps and windows of the fortress had been replaced, and the walls had been repaired, and although the swarthy stones were silently telling of the fires of the past, time and rain would always wash away the traces.

"This place can't accommodate my troops." Garon glanced at it a few times and instructed his entourage: "Set up camp under the city walls, dig trenches, place sharp stakes, build a fire barrier for the armored troops, and do it immediately." ”

"I don't believe those native pigs would dare to mess with us unless the gods encourage us." Blackthea said indifferently, "We are invincible." ”

"That's why they're more likely to take risks." Until the strength and scope of the surrounding indigenous tribes are known, Garon does not intend to take the slightest risk.

"Dig trenches and build barriers." Again, he emphasized.

In fact, the army was not as invincible as Blackthea claimed, and as the attack deepened, the native resistance not only did not rout, but grew stronger, even the steely armored units suffered heavy losses from ambushes.

Garon found that in this world, there was no difference between him and Blackthea and the beast except for intelligence, and the dragon magic and natural abilities that he once prided himself on were completely ineffective, and it was difficult to even fly, and in that buried battle, he felt a deep powerlessness, and in the end, he had to cover the retreat of the armored troops at the cost of the war lizardmen.

Since then, Garon has realized that the war on this continent is completely different from that of Eladia, and the individual combat power of the empire has been completely suppressed, on the contrary, in the last few wars, there is information on the use of extraordinary abilities by the natives, so Garon has become more and more cautious, cautious, and step by step.

After inspecting the troops, Garon stepped into the city gate with his Wyvern retinue.

"It's like a toy city." Blackthea said.

"You can't measure it by the standards of the Empire, and to our home, all other castles in the world seem small." Garon explained to her, exclaiming, "Now that I think about it, Ortorenzo is really good. ”

"That guy is a monster, from another world." Blackthea glanced at him: "He's about to turn into a plutonium dragon now, I didn't dare to look at him the last time I saw him, do you compare to him?" ”

"Not comparable." Garon laughed twice: "His ambition is greater than that of all colored dragons, my words, just follow you." ”

"If only I had listened to you and followed Caesar with a dead face." Blackxia sighed: "At that time, I thought you were stupid, but in fact I was stupid, who would have thought that he could come this far, look at his current enemies, it is the Empire, the gods, and the Mother of Dragons!" Sometimes I think about it, I tremble with fear, and if he fails, we don't end well. ”

"It's okay, didn't you say that he was about to turn into a plutonium dragon, and he wasn't afraid of the gods." Garon reassured.

Within the walls, crossbowmen patrolled the battlements, all wearing horned helmets and imperial black and gray clothing, and when the two dragons entered the castle, they were quickly greeted by the commander stationed at Calletanburg.

"Your Royal Highness, please forgive us for our poor preparation, to tell you the truth, after the last time we were attacked by the natives, our intelligence line with the rear has been broken, and we have not received news of your imminent arrival." The commander was thin, his black robe wrapped around his bony thighs, and saluted Garon.

"I won't stay long." Garon said, "What do you call it?" Commander. ”

"Ottamo, at your disposal, Your Highness."

"The rear has been cleared, we've built seven large strongholds along the way, and your contacts can now be restored." Garon said: "I need the information you have to listen to the front, I will sort it out later, and give it to my dependents, how many indigenous tribes are around?" ”

"Not a few."

"But these tribes are not united, and even if they know of our existence, they are fighting cruel tribal warfare against each other. Some time ago, the scout reported that he had found a neighboring tribe, and my adjutant and I immediately went to clear it with 300 men, but when we arrived, we found that the whole tribe was gone, except for the fence, and there were bones and ashes everywhere, and there were others who preceded us and killed everyone, including women...... Your Highness, you can't believe what those natives would do to women, and I almost vomited when I saw it, these miscellaneous things really shouldn't live in the world. ”

"No, we need these indigenous people. Commander Otomo, you must understand that the power of the other side of the empire alone cannot maintain the rule of Vloster for long. ”

Garon shook his head calmly: "I am very satisfied with the current situation of these tribes, and we can take this opportunity to reformulate the rules and use the natives to rule the natives." That's what my brother did when he took over the Northlands, giving privileges to the Northlanders who were loyal to him, widening the realm of the Blackwing Lords, and rewriting the rules to make the people cheer, and eventually the people fell to Blackwing. To this day, the Black Dragon Emperor is still regarded as a foreign race, but they are willing to accept his rule, and they will do their best to keep the Black Wing rules running. ”

The commander's face flushed, because his father did exactly that, and he plucked up his courage and argued: "That's because His Majesty the Emperor is just and great, His Majesty saved the Northland people from their original misery, and the rules and laws he made are not empty words, they are countless times better than the original lords who only knew how to exploit and enslave the people, and the Northlanders naturally support him." ”

"You seem to understand?"

Garon glanced at the small human in front of him and smiled, "If these natives can't support us as the Northlanders support my brother, the rule of the empire will not be peaceful until all the natives are killed." What I have to do now is to help Ortorenzo spread the light of the Black Wing to every corner of Veloster. ”

When everyone retreated, only Garon himself was left, he scratched his head: "But I really don't know what to do, after all, the indigenous tribes here are different from the Northland countries back then, so I have to write to ask Ortorenzo." ”