All citizens who sign up to migrate will be required to hand over all their property, and the surrendered property will be used to establish a new Dominion in the Nord Home Country, and after the national stability will be evenly distributed under the Dominion, the Nord Home Kingdom will promise that the Dominion will have independent military power and administrative autonomy, and at the same time provide the necessary political asylum. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

By the day before the national migration, 85 percent of the remaining official districts in the Nord had signed up to participate in the migration, mostly the poor, the middle class, and a few far-sighted aristocrats, and the vast majority of the big landowners and monopolistic gatekeepers refused to give money for what they saw as the folly of being pioneers. In general, the property handed over accounted for only 32% of the total wealth of Nord, which shows the disparity between the rich and the poor within the Nord Kingdom.

On the same day that the Nord royal division launched a frenzied attack on Kulin, the ports of Sagoth and Woche were fully opened, and the people who boarded the ships under the guidance of the officials boarded all kinds of ships that had been temporarily mobilized, and the mighty fleet of ships opened their black sails in turn, and slowly sailed out of the harbor with the sea breeze, facing the setting sun and the sea breeze, and moving in the direction that their ancestors had crossed far.

One hundred and fifty years ago, it was here that the ancestors of the Nords landed, and step by step with blood and sweat seized the coastal territories from the kingdom of the ancient Karad.

And today, their children and grandchildren are once again going back to their origins in the direction they came, and an ingenious reincarnation has been formed, all of which may have been predestined in the dark.

For those Nords who were born and raised in Calradia, perhaps the Nord Kingdom on Calradia is their true home country, while the Nord mainland, far away in the far north, is just a strange place without emotion and warmth.

They looked back at the port that gradually disappeared behind the sea level, and made a vow in their hearts that they would return to Calradia again in this life, but as everyone knows, for most of them, this glimpse is the last memory of Calradia in their lives.

The Nords, the people who once wrote a strong mark in the history of Calradia, are gradually fading from the history of Calradia from this moment on.

The scouts who came quickly and whipped up a puff of dust in the night and went straight to the main camp of the Nord King's Division, and as soon as they reached the tent gate, they immediately turned over and dismounted, and rushed into the camp.

The old man in the main seat listened intently to the scout's whispered report, nodding his head lightly from time to time, and when the scout's report was finished, he slowly closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and waved at the scout to signal him to leave.

It took a long time for the scout to exit the door before he stood up and let out a heavy breath again.

It's so tiring.

It's been thirty years, and it's really tired of me!

The old man's trembling hand reached over his head, and he held the delicate crown tightly, took it off, and threw it out.

The crown of pure gold slammed to the ground, scattering the gems and rolling away on the floor, leaving only the crown itself still whirling on the ground.

The old man opened his eyes again, he felt more relaxed than ever after losing the source of pressure, and he could even clearly hear his heart beating strongly, the rushing blood rushing against the eardrums of his ears, making a drum-like sound, everything was just like himself when he first came into battle thirty years ago.

That young and radical young general.

He put on his long-lost armor and looked at himself in the mirror with interest.

I used to be bound by power and high positions, but now they are like dung to me.

I was once misled by an illusory purpose, and now the reality is crystal clear before my eyes.

I used to be terrified of the safety of my subjects, but now they are assured of their safety.

So come, my enemy!

Since you have chosen to bring unbounded fear to this land, be prepared to be torn to shreds by me!

On this day, King Ragnar of the Nord died.

But Ragnar, the fiercest warrior of the Nords, reawakened!" Lesween's slap slammed into the edge of the sand table, causing the sand and mud on the sand table to jump abruptly, and some of the smaller hill models were almost collapsed.

Toria and Vic, who were standing next to them, were startled, and Cesar just kept his face aloof, without any emotion.

Lesven raised his head and stared angrily at Rosen on the throne: "How can this be! Who rescued Kulin in the midst of danger!? Who is it! Who is in our Valky Guard! Who reorganized the militia in the city and strengthened the city's defenses! And who built trenches and arrow towers on the periphery! The current Kulin is as solid as before, and you actually want to drive us out of Kulin!"

Although this was the work of Western Sahara and Vic, Lesven did not hesitate to take it and use it as a weapon to accuse the other side.

"It's a matter of temperance, my esteemed prophet!" Rosen's pale face remained expressionless, like a blank sheet of paper trembling slightly.

"Defend yourself!? That's a nice thing to say! Set up camp fifteen miles west of Kulin and wait for orders! This is simply to drive us back to that damn col! There is no danger to defend there! You doves occupy a magpie's nest!" Lesven still vented his frustration loudly, and now the inhabitants of Kulin admired the prophet and his troops, and if he could gain a foothold in Kuri again, this would be his first base to prepare for the future confrontation with Perel of Tiha, so he would not easily hand over this piece of fat to his mouth.

"This is Lord Perel's arrangement, and he has other plans for the next move of your troops. Rosen said.

"But。。。。。 "Lesven wanted to say something.

But Rosen didn't give him any chance, and his lifeless face slowly overflowed with a hint of murderous aura: "Respected prophet!

Just this sentence made Lesven swallow all the rest of his words. Rosen's cold gaze was clearly saying, "Find out where you are, poor worm!"

Lesbian trembled slightly, as if to suppress his anger. When Tolia saw that the two sides were so deadlocked, she wanted to open her mouth to mediate, but she didn't know where to start, so she had to let the scene continue to stalemate.

It took a while for Lesven to speak, "Okay, then I'll obey the military order! Captain Gondor! Let's go!"

The series of confrontations just now had already scared Vic into a cold sweat, especially the tall and miserable white man opposite, who had always given him an indescribable sense of oppression, making him feel like he was on pins and needles, and he was extremely uncomfortable. Now that the leader has commanded the retreat, he is naturally very happy, and quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, reluctantly opened the tent door, and made a gesture of invitation.

Tolia on the side just looked at Vic, and a familiar feeling arose in her heart, but after searching in her mind for a long time, she didn't have any impression, just stared blankly for a while.

Vic saw that Tolia was looking at him, for fear that his identity would be revealed, so he hurriedly dodged and retreated, and Cesar on the side had no choice but to retreat when he saw this.