"Your Majesty, here we are. ”

Caesar XIII, who was sitting in the carriage, suddenly opened his eyes, and Huo Ran stood up from the cushion.

After more than two months of waiting and traveling, it was still early summer, and now it was close to autumn and the harvest season.

After all, the tricks of the nobles could not stop their progress, but they sacrificed a dozen elite soldiers and a knight because of it.

Caesar XIII had already written down this feud, and counting what those guys did in the imperial capital, one day, he would settle this account with them, and send them all to the guillotine - but not today!

The wide carriage was like a moving house, providing Caesar XIII with plenty of rest, unlike the others, and he could even go directly to negotiate with the orc god now.

But he wouldn't, his soldiers needed to rest, and he needed to be better dressed up to face the legendary orc god.

He had never met the deity, but had only heard the story of the deity from legends.

Legend has it that the god and the god of radiance fought each other for thousands of years, and during that long time, both sides had many opportunities to kill each other, but both missed the opportunity due to some mistake.

The God of Radiance is the 'most ancient', and now that the human power is so strong, he has not been able to kill the orc god, which shows that the god is also beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The next thing he is going to meet is a powerful being who is the 'second in the world', and at this time, he can't lose the face of the empire, let alone the prestige of the emperor.

So he chose to stay at this border fortress for three days, and when the soldiers and himself were ready, he set off for the border between the prairie and the empire.

'Orosa', the name of the fortress that hovered in front of Caesar XIII, resembled a lion prostrate on the ground, exuding endless majesty.

The ancient walls were stained with the traces of time, even the south-facing walls were once stained with blood, and countless soldiers and knights slammed their heads and bodies against the walls in order to retake the lost fortress.

Every time it is lost, it can be regained, and this is one of the birthplaces of the martial spirit of the Ogordon Empire.

Orcs and humans have the same tacit understanding in this matter, and both sides rarely destroy this fortress that occupies a dangerous place when they are defeated and evacuated, and they will only do whatever it takes in the process of seizing and attacking.

Even from a fortress, Caesar XIII could smell the smell of blood in the breeze that could not be dissipated and could not be eliminated.

The heroic spirits and resentful spirits of the warriors lingered on the land not far ahead, and when the war was raging, both sides could not even collect the corpses, so they had to fight on the corpses of their comrades and enemies.

Over time, the area of the war became a 'dead land' where the undead always came back to life.

There, even if the plant survives, it will be changed by negative energy, and it will be impossible to tell what kind of plant it is.

The southern gate of the fortress had been opened, and the soldiers who had lined up to greet them had already stood in two rows.

Waving his hand and rejecting the hard persuasion of his men, the emperor strode forward, not returning to the carriage, not avoiding the eyes of the soldiers.

"I've seen Your Majesty!"

The officer in charge of leading the team out of the city to meet Caesar XIII thumped his chest armor hard, let out a roar, and then fell to one knee.

Before he lowered his head, Caesar XIII could see his eyes, which were full of resentment, and even in the face of his actual ruler of the empire, he was unwilling to give up those precious emotions, and finally resentment and anger overflowed from his eyes.

Not only him, but the other soldiers as well.

"I've seen Your Majesty!!"

Uniform roars rang out from both sides of the road, and the soldiers pounded their chests at the same time and fell to one knee to show their loyalty to the emperor of the empire they were in.

Although they did so, none of them believed him in their hearts - Caesar XIII knew very well that there was a fire burning in their hearts, but they had to hide it, so they all chose to bow their heads.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar XIII did not stop his steps and walked forward with a blank face.

This moment did not frighten Caesar XIII, but the soldiers who had escorted him all the way, and it was only after seeing that the knights had already distanced themselves from them that they hurriedly reacted from the shock and drove the carriage forward.

The iron hooves of the horses trampled on the ground, and the joints creaked repeatedly, and when the officer looked up, he saw the blue light wafting in the eyes of the horses pulling the carriage that passed by him.

The layers of armor on their bodies opened and closed as if they were breathing, and blue arcs could be faintly visible through the gaps.

The officer's eyes widened when he found this, which reminded him of the [Dreadnought Warriors] who appeared on the Southern Front some time ago, and the rumored same was true of those 'mechanical creations' that were as tall as giants.

It's just that those 'mechanical horses' are much smaller, but in terms of the fluency of their physical movements, they are not inferior to ordinary war horses.

Does the emperor need such a team when he travels?

Caesar XIII stepped into 'Orosa', and when he stepped out of the doorway, he looked far into the streets, but found no one but the soldiers patrolling.

Unlike an ordinary fortress, this fortress has no breath of life, like a giant military camp, except for the soldiers, there are only officers.

Drinking was forbidden even for officers here, and soldiers were allowed to drink and have fun only when the holidays came and they left the fortress to enjoy.

Everything here is boring, but it is this strict military discipline that has kept this fortress in the hands of the empire for thousands of years.

Many cases have shown that as long as they are drunk, no matter how good they behave in peacetime, a soldier can deal a devastating blow to military discipline, and such a blow is very likely to lead to the defeat of battles and wars.

Everything here is a quota, even for the daily necessities of the officers, and even the food needs to be carefully calculated, and there are no leftovers - even the most senior officers must eat all the food, otherwise the quota will be reduced next time.

This is the front line of the Northern Front, where many wars will break out and many battles will be fought, so the hatred of the soldiers here for the orcs is also the strongest.

The soldiers and officers here can almost all be said to have a 'feud' with the orc race, and this kind of hatred as deep as the sea abyss cannot be resolved by Caesar XIII in a few words, and the people here may not be able to shake hands with the orcs for eternity.

However, he had already made a plan, and after the end of this peace talks, he would use the power of the state to relocate these soldiers and their families, whether it was around the imperial capital or in the south, and it would be impossible for them to stay in the north.

Only distance and time can dispel this hatred, and as long as they can't meet the orcs, then the problem can be solved.

Caesar XIII believed in the orc god, and he believed in that god's promise that as long as the agreement was reached, then the orcs would not invade the north of the empire again!

This time the peace talks must go on, and it's time for the senseless war to end - starting with him, he will work with his children and grandchildren to resolve the hatred between humans and orcs, and try not to let the war start again.

The war should have ended a long time ago!