The capital of the Franconian Kingdom, the city of Boult. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the birthplace of King Francon's family lineage, it is also a city that has developed for hundreds of years, and has become the absolute core of the human gathering place in the Twilight Forest under the orders of the current King Francon, the former Earl of Franconia.

Perfect urban planning, a large number of local blood supply, and special resource inclination make this city a pearl in the human territory, and in terms of population and urban area, perhaps only the Spark Collar of Giggs can be compared to the entire human territory.

However, the lord of the city, with a huge amount of wealth, millions of civilians, and an army of nearly 50,000 people, belongs to King Franconia, who stands at the top of the human race, has really not been in a good mood lately.

Ever since the king of the south had launched a direct attack on his territory a month earlier, his good mood had vanished.

Holding a goblet made of jade in one hand, the purple-red elf fruit wine was full of fragrance, but Franconian had no intention of savoring it slowly, all because of a piece of information on the table in front of him.

"Ten days ago, Adana, an important city in the south of the kingdom, was broken by the enemy's 3rd Division, General Ilo was killed in battle, and the army of nearly 10,000 people has only regrouped less than 1,000 men, and the enemy's troops are directed at the city of Burt. ”

Some of them were reluctant to accept the wine in the glass, and the red-faced Franconian craned his neck and drank the precious fruit wine from the Night Elves in the cup in one go, and then he threw out the jade wine glass in his hand heavily.

"Giggs!"

Gritting his teeth, he spat out these words, and Francon's face was cloudy, but he finally let out a long breath and sat down again in some decadence.

A few years ago, before the human lords fought against each other, Franconian was the pride of the sky, as the sole heir to the Earl's family, the good education he received from a young age, and the fame he gained for his talent, made him enter the eyes of the Night Elves during that time.

After the Elven Court was completely shattered, Franconian accepted an advisor from the Night Elves, and with the Earl's family's centuries-old reputation and the Night Elves' clear support, Francon's domination of the human settlement in the Twilight Forest did not take much of a challenge.

It was only because he had not formed an army to fight in all directions like Giggs before this, so it took several years to establish his Franconian position as king in the Twilight Forest from the hands of various lords.

"If it weren't for Giggs," thought Franconian indignantly, "his exploits are arguably one of the best in the history of mankind, and perhaps no one among mankind can compare with him except for the wise sages who led mankind to survive in the wilderness and then made the wise decision to take refuge under the elves." ”

"Because. He firmly believed that he had what it took to lead the human race. ”

"However, only if ~"

Because of the existence of Giggs, when Franconia was able to dominate the Twilight Forest, he found that Giggs had already occupied more than half of the territory of the Misty Forest, and the strong military pressure forced his strategic plan to turn on the defensive.

Just when Franconia was recuperating, developing the economy, restoring people's livelihood, and forming more troops, the news about Giggs was transmitted to his ears again, which made him really disheartened for a long time.

The news that Giggs's army had defeated the elven army, and the ratio of forces was almost one-to-one, which terrified Franken, who had the highest ambition in his heart, that is, to unify the human realm and then take refuge in the victory of the elven war.

"Doesn't this mean that humans can be as powerful as elves?no, no, no~ this is impossible, it's just that they haven't met the regular army of the elves, once the elven army is free, the little army of Giggs can't splash at all. ”

Subconsciously comforted himself Franken's comfort was more than a year, until the army of the Rising Sun Kingdom fought his army, and the comfort in his heart was finally broken, replaced by panic.

He didn't expect that the army he had spent so much energy and resources to form and sweep through all the lords of the Twilight Forest would be so unbearable in front of the army of Giggs, and the army of 50,000 people had disappeared from the establishment in less than a month of contact.

And interdependent with the rout of the army, of course, is the loss of a large area of the country, after the last barrier in the south of the Franconian Kingdom Adana City was breached, representing the core of the Franconian Kingdom, the Boult City officially faced the three divisions that the enemy army was about to gather.

And as long as the thought of losing everything he had, even his own life, Francon, who was in the prime of life, felt as if he was being put in an ice cellar, cold inside and out.

Silently taking out the paper for writing papers, ordering preparations for all-out war, defending supplies, and mobilizing militia, Franconian seemed to have returned to calm.

"I can't just throw in the towel, no one knows what's going to happen until the end. He's Ryan Giggs, but I'm not weak. ”

After giving the highest order to his subordinates, Franken thought quietly for a moment, then got up and shouted loudly.

"Someone, go and inform the messengers of the Night Elves, I have something important to see them~"

Three hours later, Franken left the mansion for the two elven advisors, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"With these three hundred Night Elf soldiers as a transport line to ambush Giggs, it is enough, as long as the city defense on my side can hold on, the food and grass consumption of twenty or thirty thousand soldiers I don't believe you can hold out. ”

"However, it doesn't seem like that is enough, I still need some support, so, that's all there is to it?"

Franken's eyes flickered a little, as if he was making a difficult decision, and after returning to his room and thinking carefully for a night, Franconian found the butler of his house, the old man who had been working in this house since his father's time, and who he believed most in Franken.

"Old butler, I don't have to worry if you do it yourself, if, I mean, the situation on my side is not going well, I will use the carrier pigeon to send you a message, and then you will open this letter I have given you now, and go to the great plains north of the kingdom. ”

Francon's bloodshot eyes stared solemnly at the unremarkable old man in front of him, and with some trembling trembling hands, he handed the letter in his hand to the old man.

"I don't know if that's right or wrong, but I do know that those guys with four hooves are absolutely destroying my territory. ”

"However, it's better than my Franconian death~"

Nodding solemnly, the old butler took his leave and immediately prepared the carriage and rushed towards the northernmost part of the Franconian Kingdom. (To be continued.) )