Sunset City.

Looking down on the city from the blue sky, countless buildings are lined up in a majestic manner, but the whole city is a little bleak, and the largest city in Azeroya is no longer bustling and prosperous.

During the Old Duchy's time, Sunset City was the center of commerce and trade for the entire Duchy, and Sunset City in the middle of the plains was clearly more suitable for merchants and alchemists from various countries than the cold Winterfell.

The Agate River, which crosses the plain outside the city, provides great convenience for merchants to come and go.

But that was more than a decade ago.

Under the plundering policies of the Vismal family, no national chamber of commerce dared to enter the territory of Azeroya and grab the market with the Dragonlancers, so that the once prosperous city, like most native towns, suddenly fell into decline.

On the main streets of the city, the soldiers of the dragon lance patrolled the streets in shiny armor, looking at the slightly cold streets with a cold gaze.

As the Dragonlancers walked by, the Azerians in the streets lowered their heads or looked away, avoiding the sight of the Dragonlancers, and quietly quickened their pace to leave, lest they notice them.

It wasn't until the dragon lancers were far away that Azeroa would breathe a sigh of relief. They glanced at each other and showed a scared expression.

In the past few days, news has been coming that the native Azerotans have been captured as allies of the rebels, and the residents of Sunset City, who live under the pressure, are already panicking.

However, if someone takes a closer look, they will find that in the past half a month, the route of the Dragonlance Men has basically revolved around the same point in Sunset City--- the headquarters of the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce.

"Grandpa, we seem to be being watched. On the third floor of the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce, Freya glanced at the guards who were walking through the street, pulled down the curtains, looked back at the white-robed old man behind her, and said worriedly.

Brillouin sat on an old-fashioned wooden chair and said in a calm voice: "Don't worry, the Vismal family won't attack us until there is solid evidence, Caulfield is a smart man." ”

"However, the Dragonlancer is clearly starting to get suspicious. The old man's comfort did not dispel Freya's concerns, "And, what if they find out about His Highness Constantine's whereabouts?"

After leaving Maple Snow Town, Freya learned from the old man that the young magician Dean who followed them that day was the son of the former master of the Duchy of Azero, Archduke Elliottal, and the rumored His Royal Highness Constantine.

Constantine's attack on the plains amazed Freya and impressed the girl extremely deeply, and after learning that he was a descendant of the Elliottard family, Freya, who hated the Dragonlance Dynasty very much, immediately became a loyal fan of Constantine.

Hearing this, the old man's gray eyebrows furrowed, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart.

As Freya said, the Dragonlancer may have learned of His Highness's return through some channel.

Alternatively, the Dragonlance has discovered the exact location of the rebels and is preparing to start a large-scale military operation, but in order to keep the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce from noticing, they have stepped up their surveillance of the Chamber of Commerce, so that the Chamber of Commerce will not have the opportunity to notify the rebels lurking in the central mountain range.

Either way, for Brillouin, who was eager to return to his country, it meant an impending storm that made his heart extremely heavy.

However, the old man didn't know how much information the Dragon Lance Dynasty had now, if the soldiers patrolling the sentry in front of him were just a temptation, then, if he rashly spread the news now, it might allow the Dragon Lance Dynasty to catch fatal evidence and put the Chamber of Commerce in an extremely dangerous situation.

Brillouin was caught between a rock and a hard place.

On the top floor of the Governor's Palace Castle in Sunset's central plaza, Caulfield stood on the spacious terrace, his hands on his hands, the cold wind pulling the dragon knight's silver hair, and his figure on the terrace stood like a mountain at the end of the plain, exuding supreme majesty.

A clerk behind him held a thick stack of files, and read out the information and information on the files in quick and smooth sentences, and passed them to Caulfield's ears word for word.

"The Glacier Knights have rushed to Iceflow City, waiting for your orders, and all the food and grass they need are ready. ”

"There is no movement on the borders of the Duchy of Vene. ”

"The Flame Guardians of House Yusel arrived in Sunset City three days ago and are now stationed in the Mansion. ”

"Master Mark and Master Hudson left the dynasty yesterday through teleportation magic, and they are expected to be able to join the Ice Knights in three days. ”

"As for the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce, everything is normal now, and there is no move for the time being. ”

Caulfield snorted coldly: "The Golden Clover doesn't need to pay too much attention to it, this old guy Brillouin is cautious enough, but he definitely doesn't know that I have a source of information that he didn't expect." ”

Caulfield's gaze was cast into the sky, and beyond the clouds beyond the reach of ordinary people, a silver falcon raised by the Vismal family was flapping its wings and flying off into the distance.

The dragon knight of the Vismal family turned around and said to the clerk behind him, "Write down today's date, this is a special day in the future history of the continent." ”

Listening to Wismal's relaxed tone, the clerk felt his body tremble, and a sense of great mission that was about to witness the course of history seized his heart, and he excitedly took out his pen and waited with antiquity. "Yes, Lord Governor, what are you going to name this operation for?"

"Storm. Caulfield looked at the dark clouds on the distant peaks and said with a cruel smile on his face, "From this day forward, I will put an end to the history of the kingdom of Azeroa with my own hands, and bury it in the coming storm." ”

The clerk behind him hurriedly wrote the book.

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and a hole was silently opened in the glass on the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce.

A wooden arrow pulled a swift afterimage through the air, piercing the glass in an instant.

Freya was startled and instinctively drew her sword, but Brilon stopped her with a wave of her hand and raised her finger slightly.

A chill swept by, and the flying crossbow bolt was frozen in a blue ice crystal and fell into Brillouin's hand.

Freya looked at the small hole in the glass window with trepidation, the glass of the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce headquarters was made of a special metallurgical process, and its strength could even resist military crossbow arrows, but what appeared in front of her was a wooden arrow, you can imagine how powerful the person who shot the arrow was?

"The Dragonlancers are ready to do something to us?" Freya's voice trembled.

"No, if Vismal really intends to attack us, it will not just be a crossbow bolt in front of us, but an entire order of knights. "Brillouin is much more patient and wise than his granddaughter, and his experience and instincts of surviving in the cracks over the years have allowed him to make the right judgment.

The sharp-eyed old man even noticed that a thin piece of letter paper was tied to the wooden arrow.

Untying the ice that imprisoned the arrows, the old man took down the piece of letter paper that was wrapped around the wooden arrow, and all the words on it came into the eyes of the old man.

Reading and reading, Brillouin's face changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his former composure.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?" Freya felt that something was wrong, and her heart was terrified, even in the most dangerous times, she had never seen her grandfather show such an ugly expression before.

Brillouin took a deep breath, forced himself to compose, and threw the letter on the table, which burned on its own, as if by some kind of magic.

"I'm sorry, Freya, I need to leave for the Central Mountains right now. Brillouin stood up.

"Is it possible, Your Highness, that they are in danger?" exclaimed Freya.

Brillouin nodded solemnly.

"Who wrote this letter exactly? Why did he inform us. Freya looked at the burned letter in disbelief.

"The guy didn't want to leave evidence, but I could probably guess who it was. Brillouin didn't say any more nonsense, "I need to go now, Freya, I hope it's all in time." ”

...

On the upper floor of a mansion not far from the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce.

A man dressed in a samurai suit embroidered with a red dragon pattern withdrew his longbow and saluted respectfully to the dragon vein warlock sitting behind him, "I've already sent the information, Elder Rudis, and now it's up to that Blizzard mage to make a move." ”

"Hehe, you're doing a great job, that's enough. Rudis picked up the teacup with a leisurely expression, "We don't have to worry about the rest, I'm sure Brillouin will have this understanding." ”