Dorn.

It is a valley on the border between the western and southern borders. Surrounded by mountains, such a valley has become a transportation route to the southwest, and the unique climate of the valley has made it one of the few grain producing areas in the south.

"What a beautiful name, Dorne, such a beautiful valley, and his owner is a silver-white stag that once followed the black shark and defeated countless bloodthirsty enemies to win the land. ”

A flag fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a silver-white stag, its high antlers and fierce appearance did not have the slightest peace of a forest deer.

This is the coat of arms of the Raphael family of the "Silver Stag".

The owners of the Dorne Valley, the Raphael family, whose ancestors followed the Garcia family to the south, although they were not the pioneers of Archduke William's generation, but their achievements won them this fertile ground, and their allegiance was to the black shark Garcia family.

"Beautiful young lady, do you know? It was not so good, peaceful, and prosperous this place," said the young Raphael, with curly brown hair, pointing to a green valley and proudly showing off like a peacock.

He pointed to the narrow mountain corridor outside the valley, and smiled so proudly, "There, the harsh environment of the narrow mountains and canyons restricts the development here, it is my ancestors, they drove countless natives to build Dornburg on such land, and thousands of natives have opened up fertile ground for my family!"

On his left-hand side, an elegant aristocratic lady smiled reservedly and said with emotion: "The Raphael of the ancestors is really incredible. In the midst of such mountains, an incomparably fertile land has been carved out, and man reveres and conquers nature. The mountains were meant to be an obstacle to us, and the Raphaels of our forefathers turned them into their barriers. Turning obstacles into help, perhaps, this is the secret of our ability to defeat the natives!"

"Yes, my ancestors were really great! one day, I, Carlyle Raphael, will be able to surpass my ancestors!"

Carlisle puffed out his chest proudly and uttered his own rhetoric.

The elegant young lady smiled softly, and she looked at the young man's appearance without saying anything.

Carlisle waited for a long time, and found that the young lady next to him didn't say anything, his proud face instantly darkened, and he said coldly: "Miss Susan, don't you agree with my point of view?!"

Susan smiled and whispered, "Your vow, my lord, may be a bit difficult for you. ”

Although Susan said it very tactfully, Carlisle was very keen to catch the trace of disdain that flashed in Susan's eyes, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, he knew it.

This Miss Susan, her father was the most powerful knight of the Raphael family, and in order to maintain the family's rule and strength, Susan would marry his brother the first heir of the Raphael family.

She will be the mistress of Dorneland.

And Carlisle, he knew very well, he was only the third son of the Raphael family, and above him he had two older brothers.

One brother is destined to become the master of Dorne, and the other brother will take a young lady of the Garcia family, and he will also become an indispensable figure in the family.

And he, Carlisle, the third son of Tywin Raphael, may become a steward of House Dorne, and if his brothers are kind enough, he may be given a small piece of land and become a small nobleman.

"This slut!"

Glancing at Susan viciously, Carlisle was full of resentment.

When Carlisle glanced at the buck banner behind him, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he prayed that the gods would let his father and brother all die at the hands of the damned Arnolds.

War broke out between the Garcia and Arnold families.

As vassals of the Garcia family, the Raphael family also had to respond to Garcia's call. Carlisle's two brothers, as well as his father, led the Legion of "Skinners" in Dorne Gorge. The proudest army of the House of Dorne, the 5,000-strong Skinners, who had intimidated the Native Remnants with their brutal skinning, and not only that, but on the battlefield, the Stag Legion was as cruel and delicate as the Skinners, crushing their enemies countless times.

In this war, the Raphael family saw the inevitable defeat of the Arnold family. Garcia occupies Dunerke, and his power is getting stronger and stronger, and Arnold can't stop them. The patriarch of the Raphael family, he thought that he could make a fortune for the war, so he took 5,000 skinners to the front.

"That old fellow is gone, and the two damned brothers are going to get rich!" Carlisle grew angrier, unwilling to show it to this Susan, with a stiff and funny smile on his face.

An evil fire surged into his heart, and he needed to vent.

As a nobleman, the third son of Tywin Raphael, Carlisle has no shortage of tools to vent, licked his lips, and smiled a little terrible, "It's just right, it's not there, I'm in charge of the entire Dorne Valley!"

"That damn Susan slut, make you laugh a little longer! Hehe, the little girl in that village yesterday was so comfortable, damn Tywin Raphael, my old father, old-fashioned and mean, and Dorne's daughters can't compare to those farmer's daughters!

Without his father and brother, Carlisle became more and more unscrupulous.

When his father and brother were still in Dorne, he could only spend money to find pleasure in those handmaidens and maidens, and now, they were far away from the battlefield, and Carlisle was the master of Dorne.

Maybe his father will come back and learn that he burned a few farms and robbed a few little girls, and he will be furious, or maybe he will punish him for thinking about it. But he didn't care, because such an act could make him feel the pleasure of being the head of the house.

He was an aristocrat, a natural nobleman, and even if he killed people and put down countless crimes, Carlisle could live and nourish.

Just when a bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, an accident appeared.

Rumble!

A loud bang rang through Dorne, thick smoke rising and firelight coming from afar.

"Lord Carlyle...... Enemy...... Enemy attack!"

A sudden loud bang disrupted Carlisle's illusions, and a soldier in chain mail hurried over to report everything.

"It's orcs, orcs all over the mountains, they have huge magic weapons, they have the advantage in numbers! Lord Neki has already led people to the "Gate of Dorne" to resist, and the enemy is attacking fiercely! My lord, what should I do?"

"What should I do?" Carlisle panicked, he looked at the fire in the distance with some anxiety, and muttered incessantly, "Go back to the castle!

"Yes...... But my lord, the brothers are still fighting fiercely at the Gate of Dorne!" the soldier had a look of disbelief on his face, he couldn't believe that his lord was going to abandon them and huddle in his fortress!