On the sea, a steamer sails north on the waves.

The ship was nearly 100 meters long and divided into four floors from top to bottom, each of which was populated by transcendents dressed as mercenaries, and people were bored drinking and playing cards in the ship's parlor.

Even though the cabin of the passenger ship has a good soundproofing effect, the few mercenaries with auditory elements still faintly hear the sound of intense gasps from time to time from the most luxurious suite on the top floor, which seems to be painful and happy, causing people to infinitely reverie but not really listening.

"Tut-tut......"

A middle-aged mercenary with a scruffy beard laughed ambiguously, poured a sip of strong wine, and said enviously: "Lord Earl is really amazing, he has not rested for ten days on the ship, and the regiment commander has not squeezed him dry! ”

"Phew......" A mercenary next to him laughed.

"With your strength, the head of the regiment can look down on you? When we went to the brothel together, even the prostitutes disliked you, and charged you a few more silver crowns before doing your business. ”

Several of the mercenaries around him burst into laughter.

"Can't you think about it?" The middle-aged mercenary was exposed, but he was not angry. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, glared at everyone fiercely, and sneered: "You guys, who dares to say that you haven't had crooked thoughts about the regiment leader?"

The mercenaries were all stunned and a little uncomfortable.

"Ahem!" a mercenary captain broke the silence and said in a low voice: "The head of the regiment's Yanfu can only be tolerated by Lord Earl, you should stop talking behind your back in the future, and be careful of being heard by Lord Bigbel and punished." ”

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to a dark corner of the parlor.

The mercenaries looked over and saw that Lord Bigbell was sitting there drinking alone, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had not slept for days and nights.

The mercenaries on the ship are used to his appearance.

Ever since one day last month, the head of the regiment had spent the night in the Earl's bedroom, and as soon as the news broke, Lord Bigbell was struck and never recovered.

Some of the mercenaries secretly laughed at Bill Bell's delusions, and some of them felt sympathy for him.

But no one felt that the regimental commander had made the wrong choice.

They had been in the Glamorgan for more than a year, and had lived in the castle, and had lived a comfortable life, and were no strangers to the Earl.

Whether it is status, status or strength, Lord Earl has an overwhelming advantage.

Not to mention, Lord Count is younger, has unlimited potential, and is extremely handsome, Bigbell is just a middle-aged man who has begun to go bald, and any woman would make the same choice as the regimental commander. Even if he only wants to be a lover to Lord Earl, it is a hundred times stronger than being committed to Gerbel.

But Bigbell couldn't think of it himself, and was depressed all day long, and no one dared to touch his moldy head.

The mercenaries shook their heads and sighed before dispersing.

In the luxurious suite, with a long, low, high-spirited gasp, the voice gradually subsided.

Wren sat back and sat up refreshed, gently hugging Emilys in his arms, his palms stroking over her smooth back, and a satisfied smile on his face.

After that first taste, Emily grew more and more enthusiastic.

Dare to try anything, dare to play anything.

Even though Wren had read countless movies in his previous life, he didn't know as many tricks as Emilys, and sometimes he was taken aback, thinking that people in this world really knew how to play, and it was worthy of the room technique studied by an elf prostitute, and then enjoyed it.

After eating the marrow, he began to be a little obsessed with this feeling.

"Gentle Township is a hero's mound, no wonder so many men are addicted to it and can't extricate themselves. Wren sighed secretly and warned himself: "Wren, Wren, you have to be vigilant, don't let a woman erode your will, and cheer up from tomorrow." ”

After a few moments, Emilys' strength returned.

She was immediately entangled like an octopus again, and the soft touch came from all over her body, making Wren's qi and blood surge, and he wanted to refuse but was gagged.

"Hmm...... Let's do it again. A thought crossed Wren's mind and he decided to enjoy it first.

Once, twice, three times...... It wasn't until the seventh time, it was already the middle of the night, and Wren finally came back to his senses and refused with difficulty: "Amylis, stop, let's stop here today, we must know moderation, we will have a long life in the future." ”

Emily looked up, laughed stupidly, and said reluctantly, "Okay then." ”

Wren got up and went to open the window and let the fresh sea breeze blow into the room.

It had just arrived in mid-April, and it had not yet entered summer, and the temperature on the northern coast of the mainland was even lower, and the chill in the wind made Wren lightly shake his spirits and his mind clear.

As far as the eye can see, the black outline of the coastline looms in the night in front of the ship.

There is the Balthi Sea State.

The destination of Rennes' trip was Haitok, the capital of Balshi.

Last month, the Floating City of Wezeland made a secret agreement with Emilys, but hasn't really started to get started yet. A war, especially one that decides the dominion of a vast kingdom, is not something that can be fought right away.

The build-up of troops, the storage and transportation of supplies, and strategic planning all take time, at least three to four months, or even longer.

Emily has been fighting for this all her life and has been preparing for it for decades.

Hightok will become the gathering point of this restoration plan, and the transcendents of her mercenary group have returned to Hightok one after another, and many materials have also been transported to the city warehouse in batches. The most important Centaur regiment will climb from the steppes of the northern empire over the Ten Thousand Pine Ridge Mountains, board ships from a hidden dock hundreds of miles outside the city of Hightok, cross the Thousand Islands Sea, and land at Congatro.

It wasn't until the day the army set off by boat that the wizards of Wezeland would appear.

Wren's Ultramarines and Knights of the Spear Wing will also join the battle and will be the main force in the conquest of Congatro.

But before that, there is one more important thing to do.

A soft body pressed up from behind, then turned to the front of him, snuggled in Wren's arms, his eyes through the window, looking at the coastline in front of him.

"What are you looking at?" Wren asked.

"Hightock. ”

Emilys replied softly, and was silent for a few more breaths before continuing, "I have grown up in Hightock for as long as I can remember, and although His Excellency Astan has told me my identity since I was a child, and kept reminding me that I am a member of the Trogonburg family, the princess of Dragoncrystal Island, and the rightful heir to the throne of Congartro, I have never been to Congatro. ”

"Kangartro is so foreign to me, compared to Heitok is more like my hometown......"

"I was a little scared. ”

The conversation stopped suddenly.

"Are you afraid that the people of Congartro will refuse to recognize your identity?"

Wren saw her thoughts, and saw that she nodded slightly, so he patted her smooth shoulder and comforted: "Conquest does not need the consent of the people, governance does." You're not going to do worse than King Siria, are you?"

Emilys' expression became complicated, first hesitating, then shaking her head firmly.

King Siria, the culprit who led to the near-destruction of the Drogon Castle family.

This is a true dumb king and tyrant, and it is difficult to find a worse ruler than King Siria in all of Aarens.

During his 100 years in Kangatero, he committed countless heinous evil deeds.

Bloodthirsty, hedonistic, moody, and extremely suspicious, he burns others at the stake at the slightest disappointment, likes to watch prisoners being burned alive, deprives nobles of their titles and territories at every turn, and treats commoners like livestock, throwing them into the fire in large numbers, just to satisfy that perverted fetish.

People suspected that King Siria was mentally unsane, or that he had taken refuge in an evil god, and secretly called him the "Mad King".

The other families of Congatro finally couldn't take it anymore and were forced to rebel, forming an alliance to finally overthrow the Drogon Castle dynasty and kill the Mad King.

In just a few months, the Drogon family was uprooted.

Nearly a hundred royal dragonborns were slaughtered, and only Emilys escaped under the protection of the king's captain of the guard, Astan.

Even after decades, the Drogonburg family's reputation in Congartro is still disrenobling, if not repugnant.

Among them, the current king spared no effort to smear and promote the legitimacy of his own rule, and the main reason was that King Siria's crimes were unforgivable.

It is foreseeable how much resistance will be faced by Emilys after the restoration of the Drogon Castle dynasty.

If it had been placed in a previous life, it would have been almost impossible for her to succeed in restoration.

But in the world of Ehrenus, public opinion is less important, and the vast sea of people's war cannot drown the Transcendent Legion.

What's more, the nobles of Congartro do not know how to mobilize the masses.

In the world where Weili belongs to himself, he finally speaks with his fists.

Wren's gaze fell on Emilys' neck.

It was the only ornament she wore on her body, never leaving her body, a pale gold necklace with a pendant dangling between the deep ravines, shaped like a crooked horn the size of a finger.

This inconspicuous horn is actually a legendary item.

It's called "Call of the Dragon."

The Zogenburg family has been able to rule the continent of Congatro for more than 3,000 years, relying on this family heirloom. It is a treasure bestowed by the dragon god Bahamut, and only the dragonborn of the Drogonburg family can blow it, summoning the legendary dragons of the vicinity to come and sign a dragon oath with him to serve for at least three hundred years.

The Dragon's Oath is somewhat similar to the Soul Contract, but it is different, it can stimulate the blessing of the dragon god in the soul of the Dragonborn, so that the strength of the Dragonborn Apostle skyrockets and directly upgrades.

The Dragon's Call can only be used once every thirty years, and the number of times can be cumulative.

It currently has three uses of it.

The premise of signing the oath is that the dragon must be defeated with dignity, Emily is an eleventh level dragon apostle, and the dragons summoned are at least legendary, she is not sure of success, and has not dared to blow the horn for many years.

Thankfully, the dragon god Bahamut also established a rule that allowed the Dragonborn Apostles to appoint a helper, but only as a clan member or spouse.

The only eligible person around Emilys is Wren.

Naturally, Wren would not refuse.

She had already found three suitable dragons to target, two of them in the vicinity of the Balthi Sea Country, and one in the territory of the orc tribes further north.

Wren came with her alone to subdue the three-headed dragon and become an aid in the conquest of Congartro.