Pedro Palace, a hall!

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With a loud bang, the cyan wooden table shattered, and the tea set on it fell and shattered to the ground. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What did you say?"

The elegant man got up suddenly, the palm of his right hand was dripping with blood, and the crumbs of the tea set pierced into the palm of his hand without realizing it. His face was stunned, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Marshal, watch your hands!" the messenger exclaimed worriedly.

The elegant man didn't pay attention to it, frowned, and ordered sharply, "Say it again!"

"Marshal, the Maginot Fortress has fallen!" said the messenger hoarsely, his eyes full of unbearable.

"Hehe......" The elegant man's eyes darkened, and he fell on the seat in a daze, his eyes were distracted, and he murmured, "Maginot has fallen ......"

"Marshal ......" Seeing this marshal, the messenger's eyes were full of worry. has been with the marshal for nearly 20 years, and it is the first time he has seen such a disprepared marshal!

"Is God going to die, my Romandel Federation......"

"No! Romander must not die at my hands!"

In an instant, the elegant man stood up abruptly again, his eyes resolute. Without doubting the reliability of the information, and without verifying it, he ordered loudly, "Come, quickly inform the ministers, the senate, and the temple of the Maginot that they have fallen......"

"Yes!"

"How did Maginot fall?" and the elegant man turned back to ask why.

"This matter is very important, and the news has been confirmed, and the subordinates have hurried to report to the marshal, and the specific situation will be known for a while. The messenger knew some reasons, but because it was difficult to explain, and at the same time he felt a little unbelievable, so he decided to wait for the follow-up to report back!

"Who sent it?"

"Count Koregan. The subordinates are afraid that there is a mistake, and they will be able to verify with the other two places, but they cannot be connected......"

It is precisely because it cannot be connected that it proves that the Maginot Fortress has fallen.

"......" The elegant man was speechless and sat down silently. Suddenly, the entire hall fell silent.

To this day, he still doesn't want to believe it.

That's a Maginot Fortress!

Since its establishment 200 years ago, it has been lying under the Tomazar Mountains like a natural danger, completely blocking the eastward advance of the orcs. It greatly retained the new force of the Romander Federation, and also attracted the orcs to attack the Solland Empire, which indirectly promoted the rise of the Romander Federation, and then surpassed the Solan Empire and became a powerful country on the mainland.

The perennial garrison is more than 200,000 people, of which the number of warriors and mages exceeds 10,000. At the same time, there are 2 Title Sword Venerables, 2 Title Magisters, and 1 Sword Saint-level powerhouse who sit all year round, not to mention endless large-scale city defense equipment......

If the calculation is correct: even if the orcs can reach the Maginot Fortress at this time, they are only the vanguard troops, so how many people can there be? How can they take the Maginot Fortress? Could it be the Solan Empire?

However, it was still useless to think about it now, and the elegant man obviously understood it, and he couldn't help but think of the problems he faced after that.

Then I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Cheng is also Maginot and death is also Maginot ah!

There is no doubt that the establishment of the Maginot Fortress made the Romander Confederation gradually stronger and became the first country on the mainland. However, at the same time, it has also become a thorn in the side of the other three kingdoms, and it is more fearful than the orc race, and it is eager to get rid of it immediately. Because they know that otherwise, what awaits them is their perdition!

Now, they finally have a chance......

Passing through the Maginot Fortress is the fertile plain of Porto, which is one of the two granaries of the Romander Federation. Even if he wins in the end, Romande will definitely break his bones!

But how do you win?

The Plain of Hado is flat, there is no danger to defend at all, and it is completely exposed to the iron horses of the orc race. Thinking about its casualties made the elegant man unacceptable, but he had to accept it.

In the end, even if the Romander Federation is held, it will definitely be reduced to a low-level country and lose the right to speak on the mainland.

I will be a sinner for the ages of the Romander Federation......

"Marshal!"

With a shout, the elegant man came back to his senses from his contemplation. When I looked up, there was still one more figure in the hall.

"Tell the marshal......" Seeing that the elegant man looked at him, the messenger who had just come to report the loss of Maginot immediately reported the process of the fall of Maginot......

From time to time, the elegant man's eyebrows are still locked together, how can there be a sense of absurdity?

"Gonzalez, how did the Maginot Fortress fall?"

As the messenger was telling what was going on, he was suddenly interrupted by a loud voice coming in from outside the hall. Calling the elegant man by name is also mixed with some reproach.

In an instant, the owner of the voice had already entered the hall, and it was the sturdy middle-aged man who was dissatisfied with the elegant man that day.

"Aren't I listening to a report from my subordinates?" the elegant man seemed to be indifferent, but the first messenger next to him looked angry.

The broken tea set and wooden table suddenly fell into the eyes of the big man. The big man was stunned, silently walked to the side of the hall, and chose the nearest seat and sat down. Then he turned to look at the messenger......

"Now that you've arrived, it's almost time for them to come, so wait and listen together!"

When the messenger heard this, he had no choice but to shut up and stand there waiting......

In a moment, the whole hall was still full of people, no one was talking to each other, silent, a little depressing, and completely different from the usual meeting.

Suddenly, a visitor from outside the hall suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

An old man dressed in a silver-white monastic robe came in vigorously, without waiting for him to greet those present. Those present still stood up suddenly, bowed to the old man first, and said, "I've seen Archbishop Sanchez!"

"Hello everyone!" replied the old man kindly, and walked towards the elegant man without slowing down. Leaned closer and politely said, "Gonzalez......"

"Archbishop, please!" Then did the elegant man stand up and take a step forward, intending to help the old man to his seat.

"Your hand hurts......" As he spoke, the old man grabbed the elegant man's hand. Immediately turned over, and with a slight wave of his left hand on it, a white light appeared. Suddenly, the elegant man's hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Between breaths, it is still intact.

"Thank you, Archbishop!" the elegant man thanked and spilled the crumbs of the tea set in his hand directly on the ground.

"Yes!" the old man sat down beside the elegant man in a slightly friendly manner.

"Now that everyone has arrived, you can start all over again!"

"Yes!"

And there is a thin nearly middle-aged man, since the old man entered the hall, he has not left his seat, although he also greeted the old man, but just nodded!

Although I don't usually take care of things!

From such a major event, there is only one representative, so you can get a glimpse of it!

"Stop!" the messenger was suddenly interrupted by a slightly chubby man with a long face before he could say a few words, "How can a large number of warrior mages be unconscious for no reason?

“...... Didn't find a problem!"

"I remember, there's Master Storm stationed there, right?" asked a middle-aged man with a somewhat short head.

"Not bad!" affirmed the man with a black mole on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Storm is a master in the potion world, and he is only half a step away from the grandmaster, so hasn't he discovered something?" said the short middle-aged man.

"This ...... My subordinates don't know!"