The emperor of Falun has no name.

From the beginning, he was only one of the hundreds of "products", and if there was anything special about him, it was that he had a strong and determined mother—not every woman could have the courage to watch herself be forced to give birth to a deformed monster without going mad or dying in humiliation, but the Emperor's mother was such a respectable woman—although she could only end up being fodder for the young dragons. The emperor has ingested dragon blood from the umbilical cord connected to the mother's blood since he was a fetus, and when he changed from a fetus to a baby, he received ** mixed with dragon spine fluid, and then he would be injected with more potions and dragon viscera, his "companions" would have a twist and spasm almost every night to lose their lives, and in the end there were less than ten children who were lucky enough to survive, but these ten, in the process of gradually growing into children, they continued to die for various reasons, and finally there was only " The Emperor "survived in ignorance, and became an artificial dragonborn as the Chosen People of Shirek and the mad Cardinal had hoped."

He was taken out of the dark underground palace to a small but luxurious fortress, where the people called him Your Majesty, dressed him in fine silk clothes, put on rings and crowns, and gave him teachers, and learned how to speak, eat, and live gracefully, but these educations were carefully selected and cut, and as a necessary puppet, his teachers certainly did not lead him to the path of a true emperor, and they deliberately indulged and seduced him to make him arrogant, irritable, Moody, there is no trustworthy person around him, and no one will pity and sympathize with him, and he simply knows nothing.

But this changed after he left the closed fortress and became the emperor of Falun, and after the ecstasy that had erupted because he had finally regained the palaces and territories left by his ancestors was finally extinguished by the coldness of reality, the emperor found himself to be nothing more than a prisoner imprisoned at the peak of arrows, and the people he had been relying on regarded him as a poor clown, and those who had come to claim his title, The people of the banner were like a swarm of buzzing carnivorous insects, who got what they wanted in him and dispersed, and even if some of them were willing to talk more to the emperor, they would suddenly change their attitude after a night or even a turn—if the emperor was a real fool, he probably would not have been able to find the secret. The problem is that the men, he said, the ones who oversaw him, have also become weary and slack, after so long of idleness, and they are no longer careful to disguise themselves, especially after the flames of war have swept across the continent, and perhaps the relationship that feels that the mission of the "Emperor" has come to an end, they have begun to be arrogant and rough with their masters— While the Emperor was painfully forced to fall asleep in his room, they enjoyed themselves in the palace high above.

They really shouldn't forget that the Emperor of Falun was also a dragonborn, even if he was only artificial, but in some way, the dragon's blood flowing in his veins was probably more than that of ordinary dragonborns, and in order to give him irrefutable physical characteristics, almost all of the eggs of the silver dragon that had never hatched were turned into his potion, and he was the third successful creation, the previous two being Anrui of the White Tower and Ostar of Grenada, and the power of the latter two was one of the few among the Dragonborn. Even if no one had taught him how to use magic or how to activate the innate power in his body, warlocks didn't need to be taught in the first place, and the wisdom of a dragonborn was not entirely derived from books and mentors.

After accepting the allegiance of the dark-haired dragonborn warlock, the Emperor became even more aware that he was in a crisis that he could not get rid of- From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to believe the warlock's words, after all, no one would want to fall from the clouds high into the foul mire, but his innate acuity didn't allow him to fool himself so much.Of course, he couldn't have the long life that every dragonborn had, just like An Rui of the White Tower, how could a warlock trying to control everything allow his test subjects to be treated so wonderfully and so well, even if those potions didn't damage their foundations, he would do so, and besides, he couldn't have offspring, after all, those who had bad intentions, from the beginning, just wanting a puppet and no more trouble - he mentions Anrui hopefully, only to be sadly told that Anrui's son was born to her before he was converted.

What is he, there is no past, no present, and no future.

But no, the exiled warlock who always gave him a sense of disobedience came up with another idea, if it had been before, the emperor would have been furious, but he had to think about its feasibility after he had fallen into this situation, especially since he knew that the originally fragmented southern kingdoms were very likely to be willing to accept this suggestion- Because the god of conspiracy, Sirek, only wanted to make the human beings who believed in gods other than him vain to consume their own relations with others in successive wars, and his priests and followers, although repeatedly inciting the greed of lords and lords, did not care whether their people would be wasted in war. After the Grand Duke and the slaves were reduced to bones in the wilderness, even the most tyrannical and greedy lords could not help but hesitate, their desire was not to receive countless deaths and pestilences - who could make the skeletons stand up and obey orders but the necromancer, they wanted fertile land, dense forests, strong fortresses, rich cities, and diligent peasants, not endless scorched earth......

The wagon of war is still sprinting forward, but it is noticeably less fast than it used to be.

On the southern side of the land, there used to be dozens of small states, but now there are only a dozen, and those that have disappeared have either been annexed, destroyed, or merged with another country, and the electoral system introduced by the dragonborn warlock can swallow twelve countries at once, including him. Emperor Falun did not think that this unthinkable idea would be rejected by the kings without hesitation, and it was clear from the maps and information that the rest of the nations were wonderfully in a state of equilibrium, and they could continue to fight until the last man, but what was the point of that? The nobles who did not want to bow their knees to him just could not accept to become a courtier again, but what if this courtier could also become an emperor.

The plan proposed by this young warlock is likely to succeed, and he has already shown his sincerity and strength, sometimes the emperor will find it a little funny, his situation does not seem to have changed, almost all the people around him have been replaced, but still none of them are loyal to him, he can feel that they have great respect and loyalty to the warlock, however, he can also see that this spellcaster, whose face does not match his strength in the slightest, is not so keen on power, he has the common problems of all spellcasters, but the two people around him, a fallen priest and a guy who is said to be a half-demon, are very good at governmentSeriously, if they wanted, the emperor would be willing to give them a prestigious title and position.

It's a pity that his important minister can only be that person now, well, one.

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For the many concerns and fears of the Falun Emperor, the souls of the other world do not care, and the lich does not care, in any case, the emperors, kings, and grand dukes of this high demon plane are not as noble and terrible as the other plane, or rather, in the other plane, these rulers have also been controlled by the Holy See for hundreds of years. Here, not only do the rulers have to sacrifice to the gods and nurture the casters, but they also have to maintain some ulterior relationship with the demons and the devil, so as not to be helpless in the face of man-made misfortunes, and it is no exaggeration to say that they can only command mortals, and when faced with gifted people or non-humans, they can only give what they have, hoping to exchange their lives. Only sometimes such one-sided deals have been rejected - in the entire history of the plane, there have been no kings and archdukes who have brought disaster because of a moment of negligence.

It's just that the soul of the other world never thought that he would actually become a powerful minister, and this seems to be what should have happened in the first hundred or even ten chapters, well, since it has been like this, while recalling the content of the memory fragments and the movie about traitors, powerful ministers, and important ministers, it is extremely embarrassed to find that it seems to have no resemblance to them, more correctly, almost completely opposite them.

But it has friends and subordinates to trust, and although these dragontooth knights and warlocks from Grenada have been a headache for the souls of the other world for a long time, at this time, it has to say that they are indeed extremely powerful, but fortunately, in the decades before, Crefa's life has gradually purified some of the evil and dangerous nature that comes from their blood and teachings - they are still not good people, but senseless killing and abuse are no longer their only hobbies.

The soul of the other world walked through the corridor connecting the palace complex, and with his support and help, His Majesty the Emperor of Falun finally got the support and recognition of some lords, and the temple group on the Arrow Peak finally regained its original cleanliness and integrity, as for when it can be as brilliant as the silver dragon was there, it may never be possible, after all, the soul of the other world will not allow the emperor to loot every gold coin on the territory to decorate every pillar and every eaves.

It was not the only one who came and went through the corridors, but also the warlocks, mages, and patrolling dragontooth knights who were in charge of erecting magical barriers (who were "amazed" at how quickly their masters had found another place to live without Crefa), and the emissaries sent by the uneasy and ambitious Grand Duke and the King, who might have been framed before negotiations and discussions. The brawl and murder started first, and they didn't know how many so-called electors there were, but in any case, the lord wouldn't be stupid enough to distribute them to every king and grand duke one by one - the one who could be chosen to become the Elector would not only become the emperor of Falun, but more importantly, he would become the master of other lords by virtue of this title and corresponding authority, and the entire southern part of the continent would be divided among these "electors", and there would be no kingdoms and principalities except for them.

As expected by the souls of the other world, there may be a brief period of chaos, but as long as they become Electors, those kings and grand dukes will definitely find ways to quell the turmoil, no, it should be said, from the moment they received the message from Emperor Falun, whether it was his nominal courtiers or those who refused to recognize him, they had begun to consciously close the battle line - they wanted to use their last strength in the most important place and moment.

The Otherworldly Soul, as well as those around him, Adel and Kerryben, had received many gifts, perhaps more valuable than the ones they had offered to the Emperor, and interestingly, people in the other plane did the same.

When they saw the emperor's ministers, the envoys bowed respectfully and got out of the way. The otherworldly spirits nodded to them and walked over, and in front of him, two dragon-toothed knights pushed open the heavy door for their master, and as soon as the Emperor of Falun saw him, he stood up from his throne with kindness, "Come to me, my dear friend. Then on the right side of the staircase leading to the throne, the emperor said, a comfortable and luxurious armchair was lowered, and the spirits of the other world stepped forward and sat down, and then the messengers from all over the place were allowed to enter. They had no seats, they had to stand, but no one minded, and their attention was almost entirely drawn to the map that lay flat on the ground.

The Arrow's Peak is clearly marked, and around this steep and spiky peak are three strong and majestic fortresses, and along the borders of the Empire, each of which is slightly smaller than eight, separated from each other, and guaranteed to echo each other without threatening each other. The original borders between countries on the map have been erased, but the hills, mountains, rivers and lakes are clearly marked, and the envoys could not help but breathe deeply, the number of the Electors has come out, twelve, that is, at least five or six of today's tragic companions will never be able to leave this place again.

But it is absolutely impossible to make them feel compassion, not only for their own lives, wealth and status, but also for their own country and people.

Emissaries spread out on the outside of the map, not near anyone, even if they were in-laws or allies.

Emperor Falun glanced at the soul of the other world, and gently leaned on his cold throne, and next, it was up to these messengers, as well as the king and grand duke behind them, to see what price they were willing to give for the position of Elector.