"How...... What's going on?"

"Where?"

"Oh my God!"

The royal capital of Thrace, once the place where the prince of galloping horses was located, a large crowd of people gathered there, all stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

It's just that the person is gone, and it's good to end a palace, why is it gone?

However, no matter how much you wonder, the facts are in front of you.

The palace of the Prince of Galloping Horse, along with everyone inside, disappeared along with it.

"What?!" Auxiliary Minister Alan Wiener, who got the news, almost jumped up, even if he had become a necromancy, he couldn't calm down in the face of the news, "Haven't you woken up yet!"

The guards who reported the news trembled under the power of the legendary powerhouse, but they repeated the news anyway.

Alan Vina was stunned for a moment, and hurried to the prince's palace, but he could not find more information than others.

The ruins of the Prince's Mansion (if the empty ground is considered a "ruin") are clearly magical. There is no doubt that it must have been magically teleported. But...... What kind of magic can transport such a large mansion along with everyone in the mansion?

Is there such magic under heaven?

Alan Vina was silent for a moment, then ordered to contact the legendary casters of the present generation and ask them to help investigate.

Although Jon Thrace was not such an important figure, it was still necessary to track down the disappearance of the man and the mansion.

Unlike Alan Vina, some people were not only surprised but more angry when they received the news.

They had already planned to use the identity of Prince Jonne to sing a big show. Now that the stage has been set up, the other actors are in place, and Prince Jon, who sang the leading role, is gone.

What should I do?

Strictly speaking, the war between Thrace and the steppe could not really fail - not to mention that the steppe coalition army only had 200,000 people of a few races this time, and even those super-large steppe legions in history were never able to attack Thrace.

The farming people may not have the strength to attack the grasslands, but in terms of defense, they are actually very good at it.

And, while the Storm Legion, which had the strongest Thracian attack, was gone, the Mountain Legion, which had the strongest defense, remained. With the mountain corps as the core, the formation of defensive forces is completely capable of stopping the grassland coalition forces.

As long as this war drags on, one side will have a steady stream of logistical supplies, and the other side will have to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water, and it will be clear at a glance how the victory or defeat will be.

Therefore, whether it is on the Thracian side or on the steppe side, no one has thought about the possibility of the steppe coalition army conquering Thrace. The idea of the iron-toothed great shaman was only to use the pressure of the steppe coalition to force Thrace to make political concessions.

But...... If you make political concessions, there must always be an opportunity to make concessions!

Without Prince Jon, who was both an orc and a Thracian royal family, how could the Thracians give in?

Lose money, lose food, and at most cede some land, and the sky will be up.

Is this the result that the careerists want?

Perhaps for the soldiers of the Prairie Alliance, this result is also good - at least the problem of food shortage is solved. But for the leaders, for the chiefs of the lion and tiger, for the great nobles who encouraged and supported Prince Jon...... For them, such a result is completely equivalent to failure!

That's not what they want!

So, when the Lion Clan Elder Ryan and the Tiger Clan Patriarch Garades got the news, the two of them were almost crazy.

Garradus, who had always liked to pretend to be a literary crepe scholar, could no longer maintain his disguise, and roared and jumped, nearly killing the soldier who reported the news. And old Ryan rolled his eyes directly and fainted.

A few hours later, the two patriarchs sat together and drank sullenly.

"What should I do?" asked Old Ryan, "how to solve this situation?"

"There's no good way but to hold on first. Galades said with a bitter face, "It is absolutely impossible to withdraw the troops now, we have not been able to reap enough benefits, and the soldiers will not be convinced." ”

"But if you don't withdraw your troops, will you still be spending it here?" Old Ryan shook his head, "First of all, the position on the other side ...... Anyway, I'm definitely not going to let the soldiers rush it!"

"I'm the same, there are no elephants, no oxes...... Or at least these people of the horse clan will charge, and we alone will definitely not be able to storm such a position. "Now we can only retreat and make good contact with those people to see if we can get some Thracian reparations." ”

"Reparations?"

"Well, let them send the rations, and we can tell the soldiers that the food has been grabbed. ”

"Will they come out?"

Garades was silent, and he sullenly drank two glasses of wine before he sighed: "It's hard to say. ”

“...... The orcs still want us to give food?" In a secret conference room that uses magic to cut off news, several big nobles rolled their eyes, "Haven't they seen the situation clearly?"

"If Jörn is here, we can get Jörn to intervene and coordinate this. Now that Jon is not here, who is going to talk about it?" a big nobleman said coldly, "Don't talk about giving them food, even if you let them go easily, it will be a shame!

"Me too. Another nobleman said, "We can't agree to such humiliating conditions, so we really have only one choice now, and that is to fight." ”

"That's right! Anyway, the war may not be dead in our family, and even if there are dead people, in fact, there will not be many deaths. Our reputation is much more important than that!"

"But...... If you choose to fight, what will happen to the orcs who tell the truth?" a younger nobleman asked worriedly.

"The truth?" laughed, "where is the 'truth'?"

"Huh?"

"Prince Jon is gone, he is the intermediary we contacted. Even if we can find some information, it's the information we have in contact with Prince Jon—and now it's all dead!"

"yes, have you been in direct contact with the grasslands? I didn't have any. ”

"Neither did I. ”

"Who would do that stupid thing!"

"Hahahaha!"

The great nobles laughed, and everyone was much more relaxed.

Since there is no evidence, there is no such thing. Since there is no such thing, then what everyone has to do is actually similar to other nobles.

"Then, after everyone goes back, let's prepare for the dispatch of troops. The leader of the nobles smiled and said, "At tomorrow's meeting of the nobles, we will take the lead in proposing a plan to send troops." It is better to be able to kill the orcs while they are still in Thrace...... In any case, we have to gain something. ”