In the depths of the Tartaglia swamps lies a legend about the royal city of Nireel.

It is said that it was originally a towering mountain range, until one day when the war between the gods in the heavens was at its worst, Delica (the god of hydra and the god of cannibals, the guardian symbol of Tataria) was shot down from his kingdom by the enemy, and his huge body smashed the entire mountain range.

But then he gained immense power from the ground there, and returned to heaven to defeat his enemies, and the land that had become plains and valleys was forever sheltered and blessed by Delika.

I don't know if this legend is true or not, but Nireel's architectural style is indeed rugged and heroic, far beyond the barren imagination of the swamp people, and the palatial palace is not comparable to the shriveled and empty granary.

The towering walls of the palace are all made of magic boulders, and the wide, smooth pavement can carry eight carriages in parallel, and the columns along the way are intricately carved with the exploits of the marsh ancestors, and even the nails on the palace gates reflect the dazzling white luster of silver in the sun.

If it weren't for the discordant sound coming from the hall at this time, this place would have looked like a rich and peaceful country.

"Your Majesty, we can't continue to provide food and soldiers for Tanan like this, from Nyrel all the way to the Hermit's City, the population of towns and villages is not three-tenths, countless people have fled and starved to death, riots and uprisings are everywhere, and the cries of the people echo in the sky of Tartaria, Your Majesty!"

Falling to his knees under the throne in tears, the old General Brooke, who had been the commander of the forbidden army in the city of Nereel, but who had been sent by West to take charge of the supply of food and grass to Tanan when he came to power.

The many trips between Krurod and Tartaglia made him feel uneasy about the suffering of the people, and when West was still regent, he spoke many times, but never received a serious response.

And this time, he couldn't hide his conscience anyway.

"Oh?

West stood up from his throne with a grim face, his eyes staring at Brooke sharp enough to ooze a knife.

These old men of the former dynasty relied on their own merits, and their words to him have always been contrary to yang and yin, and today they openly contradicted him above the main hall, making him feel that he had not killed anyone for a long time, so that these people have forgotten their thunder methods.

"Did you hear anything?"

He walked up the steps and looked coldly at the courtiers below, the lizardmen's characteristic tongue uncontrollably swallowing on his lips like a poisonous snake that chooses to devour people.

All bowed their heads deeply, and in this hall where the axes of the guards were as cold as the jewels in His Majesty's crown, any word or deed must be based on obedience to the king's will.

This has already been demonstrated by several ministers and generals with their own lives, and only a few people with a clear conscience put a trace of sympathy in the corner of their eyes, and then secretly cast themselves on Brooke's trembling back.

"It seems that there is none. ”

West was pleased with the reaction, which made him glance around the hall warm up a little.

"So, you're the one who is alarmistly intimidating the king?" but when he returned to his throne and stood still, he came to this conclusion to Brooke.

"Your Majesty, what your people are saying is true, your people are suffering untold suffering, and Tartaglia really can't go on like this!"

Brooke was stunned for a moment, but then argued even louder, tears and snot streaming down his face, which had been left endless by the war and the years, looking like an old dog who was trying his best to be loyal but not appreciated by his master.

"Drag it out!"

West waved his hand impatiently, and immediately rushed out a few lizardmen guards who were five big and three thick, grabbed Brooke's hair and arms, and dragged Brooke out like a dead dog.

If it weren't for the purge that killed too many people and now there is really no one available, West would have been unable to bear it for a long time, and listening to this old guy making noise in the hall, he can't guarantee that he can still maintain the bearing of a king.

"So now, who wants to escort this batch of military rations?"

When Brooke's wail had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, West asked coldly again.

In any case, he must maintain this alliance with Tanan, use the power of the barbarians to help him suppress the opposition at home, and only by constantly leading internal contradictions abroad can he sit on the throne safely, and West is extremely clear about this.

"Your Majesty, the minister is willing to share your worries. ”

A human with brown curls and a brown beard stepped out of the crowd on the side of the general, and walked to the middle of the hall and knelt down on one knee respectfully, much to the satisfaction of Vest's vanity.

You know, he knows that his throne is not coming from the right way, and the ministers and generals below are full of hypocrisy and reluctance when they salute him.

"Oh, General Gerwulf?"

Gervuf was not a native of Tataria, having joined the Tatarian army only after West usurped the throne, and until then had been a bounty hunter who wandered between Krurod and Tartaglia.

Although Gerwulf's main job before becoming a general was that of a thief, he had an active political acumen, and when he heard of the coup d'état in Tartaglia, he immediately smelled the enticing smell of rotten flesh in the space of power change.

He attacked a thief's stronghold and presented several large ballistas along with the blueprints to West, and unsurprisingly, his actions were immediately appreciated by the new authorities, eager to promote his cronies and secure his rule, and he became Tartaglia's general.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Gerwulf raised his head and replied to Vester's question with the reverence of a loyal family dog, and his very distinctive goat horn lips even twitched twice to show his unwavering determination.

"Very well, your loyalty will be duly rewarded, and after this escort is completed, I will give you the token of the commander of the Forbidden Army of Nireel. 'Vest was very happy with Gerwf's performance.

At such times, he was in great need of a man who would come out to receive the king's gift to show his kindness and forgiveness, and the latter happened to smell the needs of the authorities, and the two men simply hit it off.

"Your Majesty, your wisdom is like the moon in heaven, and your grace is as vast as the sea..."

Gerwood began to throw out the disgusting compliments without hesitation, but everyone in the room could only resist the desire for the food to burst through the walls of their stomachs and into their throats and squirt out of their mouths, if they didn't want to end up like Brooke.

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To the west of the royal city of Nyrel lies hundreds of miles of marshes, while farther west is a towering cliff beneath the endless sea, on which a legend of the maelstrom has been told for centuries.

And there is only one content of the legend - death.

And at this moment, on the sea that had changed the color of the Tatarian people, the great whirlpool that had been shrouded by the shadow of death for hundreds of years, black shadows appeared one after another.

The giant vortex spun wildly counterclockwise, tearing apart all living creatures and dead things that came close to it, and then pulling them into the dark ocean floor.

But strangely, the black shadows that emerged from the bottom of the sea swirled with the maelstrom in an opposite posture, and in the process became more and more prominent in shape and closer to the majestic surface.

It wasn't until the first dark shadow appeared in the sunlight that it was finally possible to see what turned out to be a huge warship.

Like a grain of sand that has been eaten in its mouth, when the warship rotates with the whirlpool to its outermost circle, a huge force holds the hull from the bottom of the ship like a tongue against the grain of sand, and then viciously spits out the warship like spit.

"Boom!" as if a huge column of water had exploded on the surface of the sea after being hit by a cannonball, and when the water dissipated and the fog settled, the full form of the battleship was finally exposed to the sea and the sun.

Hades.

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