The Eternal Night Mountains, as their name suggests, are reckless mountains covered in dense dark green coniferous forests, which look as dark and deep as night.

And the huge fortress that lies in this night, which stretches for thousands of miles, is as bright and moving as a ray of light from the sky at the end of a long night.

This is the Borean Fortress.

The fortress of the north wind, which has stood in the west for more than hundreds of years, has a silver-white wall up to 100 meters high, and medieval-style watchtowers and arrow towers are lined up on the perimeter of the fortress.

Behind the fortress is a vast plain leading to the central counties of the Dragonlance Dynasty, which originally belonged to the territory of the ancient Wu clan.

For millennia, the fortress has served as the western side of the Dragonlance Dynasty, leaving all sorts of wounds on its battle-torn silver-white walls: lines scorched by fire magic, gaps smashed by heavy weapons of orcs and barbarians, scratches left by the swords of the Wicher army... Shocking and shocking.

But all these scars did not knock down this hundred-meter-high outer wall, but instead shone like medals hanging from the chest of a soldier, showing its indestructibility.

To this day, the fortress garrisoned by the Legion of the North Wind still stands proudly in the western border of the dynasty, and the enemies it faced have long since been reduced to the dust of history in the war.

Above the fortress.

On a high tower near the Eternal Night Mountains, a middle-aged man in silver heavy armor stood on the railing, overlooking the lush woods of the Eternal Night Mountains, and even the rushing streams and yellowing mud in the forests.

After a rain, the rain-soaked autumn breeze swept over the scarred city walls and came to the top of the tower.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his nose moved slightly, and muttered, "I smell blood, it's really refreshing." ”

"The Wicans have retreated. A voice came from behind the middle-aged man, and along with the sound was the crisp sound of metal boots hitting the ground. "According to front-line intelligence, the main force of the royal court has withdrawn from the Eternal Night Mountain Range. ”

There is no need to look back, the middle-aged man also knows who it is, he waved his hand lazily back, "That's really good news, of course, everything is your credit, my dear beautiful niece, do you want your uncle to invite you to a meal at night, anyway, it costs the gold coins that your emperor Lao Tzu sent to the legion, Lao Tzu will not take out a copper plate." ”

Hearing this, Kayan frowned in displeasure, "My father is your brother, even if you don't like him, at least you have to call him His Majesty the Emperor on the surface, my dear Uncle Thales." ”

The middle-aged man named Thales in front of him is only about one meter six tall, a head shorter than Kayan behind him, and he is surprisingly short in the North Wind Legion, which is more than one meter eight in height, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a flock of chickens and cranes.

However, no one in the Legion would despise this lean, middle-aged man with a hooked nose, as he was the deputy commander of the North Wind Legion and the younger brother of His Majesty Frank of the Dragonlance Dynasty.

No matter how ordinary his appearance is, no one can deny the fact that he has the blood of the great Nibelungen in his veins.

Although on the surface, no one could tell that this "little man" with an ordinary face actually had the blood of a divine dragon on him.

Prince Thales glanced at his niece with a mocking gaze, "I have a total of seven brothers, and the other six were all killed by your father, and the year I left Ouranos City, I didn't regard the hellish place in the palace as my home, and naturally I didn't regard the people inside as my relatives anymore. ”

"For so many years, I have guarded the western border for your emperor Lao Tzu, and I have drunk the northwest wind for so many years, can he give me a symbolic medal, or simply give me a fief?"

Prince Titus raised an eyebrow and complained in a bitter tone to the dragon lance ruler in the city of Ouranos, "Of course, in theory, I should not complain, but I should be grateful to him, and thank my great, merciful, wise and wise brother for sparing the life of my short, poor, cowardly and incompetent brother, who did not wake up one morning and be stabbed to death by a sleeping maid beside me, or when I was fighting on the battlefield, I found that all the troops that should have come to support me stood still as if my father and mother were dead. ”

"Ah, what a merciful Majesty, what a brotherly brother, I am about to cry with emotion, and I say this, are you much happier, dear niece of Kayan!" the Prince's tone became more and more absurd.

Kayan did not answer, but walked to the city wall, and stood side by side with the prince, looking at the mountains in the distance, silent, and his eyes under the mask were as indifferent as ice and snow.

"The so-called great dragon vein family is nothing more than nine pieces of dragon. ”

The prince spat viciously at the city, "It's just that these pieces of dragon shit still think that everyone in the world is inferior to them, thinking that except for them, everyone else is shit, and they must wait for their dragon dung to rule, I admit, dragon dung smells better than dog shit, but this does not constitute a reason why dragon shit is higher than dog shit, don't you say?"

"In the Dragon Vein family, only Ophilo is smarter, he has seen it a long time ago, and he has long known what kind of people are around him. The prince sneered, "Who knows if they have dragon blood or dragon urine in their veins." ”

Hearing Auphilo's name, Kayan spoke, "Your Excellency Ophiro is indeed a great dragon veiner. ”

"Yes, before you, he was the object of the younger generation of the entire Dragon Lance Dynasty. The prince said, "But you and I both know that that guy has no ambition in his life, just wants to be an ordinary nobleman quietly, but lives in the middle of a group of ambitious old guys, naturally it is difficult to live a satisfactory life, so he can only disguise himself as a drunkard to spend his life." ”

"Uncle, don't you be the same. "You've been in the Borean Legion for twenty years, are you happy?"

The prince shrugged his shoulders and pulled his gray eyebrows, "What if you're not happy, you have to go on, in fact, for a royal family member like me, being alive is already a kind of happiness." ”

"I'm lucky, because I'm too weak, no one in the palace really looks up to me, and I haven't completed the awakening of my talent yet, so I'm the last one to survive, and all the brothers and sisters who are stronger than me are dead. ”

The prince laughed self-deprecatingly, "But you are different, as a person who has come over, I must seriously remind you, don't think too well of your brothers and sisters, believe me, the entire continent, it is not the Wu people who want you to die on the battlefield the most, but your group of brothers and their supporters in the Dragon Vein family." ”

But Kayan was very calm, "The strong are respected, and the victor is the emperor, this is the fate of the dragon vein, since I am a descendant of the Nibelungen, I should accept the challenge, besides, do you think I will lose to them?"

"I'm worried because you're too proud, and too proud of being can easily get hurt, like the Nibelungen. A look of sorrow flashed in the prince's eyes.

The autumn wind blew through the dark golden armor on the dragon vein woman's body, and her voice fell in the wind, appearing unusually soft, like autumn leaves flying in the wind, "Many years ago, in Winterfell, the most powerful man in the Northland once said to me: For a warrior, the most important thing is not to defeat his opponent, but even at the moment of his fall, he has no regrets in his heart. ”

She lowered her head and looked at the Prince, "So, I will never let go of my pride, otherwise, victory will mean nothing to me." ”

"Did His Excellency Archduke Eliotgard say such a thing to you?"

The prince looked down at his boots, "That's really an admirable fellow, but unfortunately, he's also dead, and he died unexplained, who knows what he thought when he died?

"But he had a great son. The prince sighed with emotion, "I was able to defeat so many elites of the Holy Empire, and I also defeated the Imperial Sun Roland, who can be compared to you." ”

A few months have passed, and what happened at the Imperial Martial Arts Conference, along with Constantine's life experience, has spread throughout the continent under the deliberate propaganda of the Holy Empire.

Countless people were shocked and couldn't sleep at night.

The people of the Duchy of Caroli have finally learned that the young hero Morningstar, who saved the village of Mises from the dragon lance army on the border of the principality, turned out to be the missing heir of the Duchy of Azerolia, the son of the Northland Sword Saint and the Lord of Winterfell, Grand Duke Eliorgard.

In the Dragon Lance Dynasty, the political repercussions caused by this incident were tantamount to an earthquake.

Not no one in the Dragon Vein family questioned the authenticity of this rumor, but after Rommel and the dragon knight Ophero, who had participated in the "War of Natural Disasters", confirmed it personally, the voices of doubt were also self-defeating.

What disturbed the upper echelons of the Dragonlance Dynasty was that, according to the official version of the Holy Empire, Constantine was unwilling to accept the fief of the Holy Emperor because of his background, and soon after leaving the Temple of Radiance, he left Olympia City and disappeared without a trace.

The unknown enemy is undoubtedly the most terrifying, and the Dragon Vein family, which has always been suspicious, constantly believes that Constantine will give up when he appears in the field of vision of the mainland after ten years of silence.

This legendary young man must be waiting for the opportunity behind him, waiting for the opportunity to return to the country, this is the opinion of many people, and many officers from the Dragon Vein family are even more convinced of this.

The Dragonlance Dynasty reacted very quickly, blocking the news with the toughest and most severe wrists.

In the following months, Marquis Caulfield, the dragon knight of the Vismal family, one of the eight dragon vein families, also ended his vacation in the capital of the dynasty ahead of schedule, and led thousands of elite knights to quietly return to the province of Azero, and anyone with a discerning eye could see who it was aimed at.