February 13, 229th year of the New World calendar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Junyan led the reorganized army of 50,000 and returned to Xueleng City.

Those lords who did not follow Su Junyan on the expedition were already ready to greet them at the gate of the city early in the morning.

They desperately showed their smiling faces and humility, wanting to redeem a little bit of their image in Su Junyan's heart.

However, it was too late.

They know deep down that they will have a hard time in the future.

Either Caesar or nothing.

The one who wins has everything.

When they saw that even Griffith, who had the title of the Hero of the Northland, was walking behind Su Junyan with a respectful face.

They were utterly hopeless.

Su Junyan has everything.

He's the king of the Northlands.

From a hairy boy who was despised by everyone, he became the master of the entire Northland.

It took only two months for this young man.

Even if he has the Snow Cold City left by his father and the elite Northern Iron Medal.

It is also enough to show his greatness.

See also...... "Everyone fell to their knees.

Su Junyan didn't dare to be this group of lords with six points of fear, three points of please, and one point of joy and convincing.

He strode forward on a Northland reindeer.

Enter this city, which finally belongs to him in a truest name.

Behind him was a torrent of billowing steel.

It was his soldiers, the warriors who had fought their way out of the war of blood and fire.

Look at him, look at the army behind him.

People understand that the Northland is about to usher in its most brand-new page.

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After arriving at Xueleng City, Su Junyan did not rest for a moment and began the follow-up work.

Prepare for the enthronement ceremony, arrange the run-in training of the army, develop a new Mithril armament, and gather intelligence on the Central Continent.

He could finally look south.

Central Continent, I'm coming.

Olivia, I'm here to save you.

He told himself.

The third day of arriving in Snow Cold City.

Everything is ready to go.

In the morning, a full 50,000 troops lined up outside the city.

On the platform of the palace of Xueleng City, the seats were full.

Compared to the first time Su Junyan ascended the throne symbolically, this time, all the lords of the Northland were under his throne.

It's just that there's always something missing.

General Su.

Su Junyan looked towards his side.

The woman who accompanied her all the way to unify the Northland, when it was all over, disappeared like the past.

Griffith in his place.

He was smiling at himself, as if to say, Come, my king, it's your time.

"I want to thank General Su, without her, I wouldn't have everything I have now. Su Junyan's first sentence was still missing the woman who had gone away and didn't know where she had gone.

"You know, I ascended the throne for the first time, in the main hall. He gestured to the eerie and cold palace hall behind him.

"There was no one down there, just her. ”

"She asked me, have you decided?"

"What has been decided? my fate, my future life, my path, where I am going, when I am going to die. ”

"I was silent for a long time and said to her, yes, I decided, because I knew that I had to do it, I had to do it. ”

"That's my fate. ”

"Now, I've done it. ”

No one dared to speak, and no one knew what Su Junyan was going to say, they just felt that this man, his gaze, made people dare not touch.

"Now I am crowned king. Su Junyan picked up the crown in front of him, which had been prepared a long time ago and was carefully built by the craftsmen of the Northland, and put it on his head, saying, "Is anyone against it?"

Who would dare to object?

"See Your Majesty. Griffith was the first to fall to his knees.

Then all the lords in the field.

"See Your Majesty!"

"See my king!"

"See Your Majesty!"

See also...... Your Majesty!!"

Beneath the palace are the people of the Snow Cold City.

Beyond the people was an army of tens of thousands outside the city.

They fell to their knees at the same time, the iron armor and the deep snow making a dull collision.

It's like the beginning of a new era.

"See, Your Majesty. ”

He is a king.

King of the Northlands.

Su Junyan.

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Altos felt tired.

But fortunately, the sudden good news has alleviated this fatigue a lot.

Su Junyan.

Su Junyan is still alive, and he successfully unified the country of the Northland.

Two months, a miraculous history of conquest.

Artos was deeply happy for him, and at the same time, there was a faint feeling of envy.

Because compared to everything about Su Junyan, he was really struggling.

After the last incident in the southeast, his reputation with the entire royal family of Saint Laurent fell once again.

Although there is still some way to go before it completely falls to the bottom, it has already made the already difficult political situation even more like a quagmire.

He could feel that the general attack of those people was not far away.

All they need is an opportunity.

What to do?

Unbeknownst to Altos, he curled up in his chair with great weariness.

He really didn't know.

He has worked very hard, and since he was born, he has been constantly giving and fighting for the whole family, the whole royal family.

However, the situation has reached such a point that it is out of control.

What would he do if he were here?

Artos couldn't help but wonder if everything would have been completely different if Su Junyan had been in his position.

In the end, it is still ......

"Duh-" There was a knock on the door.

There is no hurry or delay, so that Artos has no way to refuse.

I don't know what happened again.

Did the Bourbon people do anything again?

Damn it.

He wanted to get a good night's sleep.

How long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?

"Come in. He struggled to sit up straight and look energetic and unbeatable.

The door opened, and the man who entered, the chief steward of the palace, his father's close confidant.

Seeing this person, Artos couldn't help but stand up.

Usually, no matter what the news is, it shouldn't be this old man who announces him, unless......

Artos couldn't help but breathe faster, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Thomas...... Isn't it ......"

He didn't dare to say the rest of the story, because it was too heavy and too unacceptable.

Although my father's body has reached the point of no return, it ......

Should......

"Your Majesty, let's go. Thomas, the old steward, kept his perfect demeanor, and said in a low, somber and sad voice.

"Hmm......" Altos sat down, his eyes gradually losing focus.

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The second more. (To be continued.) )