The Battle of Tower City caused great damage to the Harrison Water Temple and the noble army loyal to them. When the surviving water priests regrouped dozens of miles to the east, they realized that the soldiers who had escaped were not even enough to form a legion. Moreover, these remnants also faced the pursuit of the cavalry of Longinus and several regular legions. Although there was still an army south of the land that belonged to the King's Serpent Pupil, the water priests could guess what would happen if they rushed over. The royalist nobles who had been loyal for decades would tie them up and behead them, and then march to occupy the land that belonged to the nobles and the temple.

The death of the Grand Duke of Sebstan did disrupt the revenge of the Dragoninus to some extent, but Caroline, Countess of Fort Freit, and her uncle, the Marquis of Caronus, made a quick decision. The legionnaires, who had survived the brutal battle, rested for a dozen hourglasses and immediately began pursuit, preparing to reclaim the lands east of the Grand Duke's realm and east of Dragoninus. There were a large number of civilians waiting for the fire dragon flag to fly and a few noble castles that were still holding on.

The Quaids did not participate in the pursuit, and only seven or eight of them survived the battle, and the rest had risen to the temple of the mad god Hirag in the flames of black smoke. Similar to the barbarians were the Mars mercenary infantry. The Dragoninus threw them into battle without any pain, withstanding the onslaught of the 'Blue Cattle' and suffering a brutal blow. Now there were less than five hundred of those sword-cutting infantry left, one-eighth of what they once were. And this is also a last resort, Long Yinus's mercy for the dead and wounded mercenaries is a lot of money. If the Warlock had enough farmers at his disposal, they would not hesitate to put these 'cheap' animals into battle.

Riga, whose leg wounds had been healed by the Dragon God's priest, remained with his people in the ruined city of towers, but he and a dozen uninjured warriors were soon hired for another job. Count Olivia, Count of Rose, was left with only one Mondstadt Knight to protect her. So her wise and upright uncle added another guard to it. Tall, muscular, and fierce, the Quaid were well suited to deter the unscrupulous, and at least the Mondstadt knights were no longer so nervous that they kept their palms on the hilt of their swords.

Dragoninus was indeed a rich and powerful country, and the broken walls and magic towers east of Pomberra, the city of towers, were quickly repaired, and the nobles were restored to luxury by farmers and cartloads of supplies from the north and west. Caroline, Countess of Fort Freit, had sent a group of messengers to the Rich South, but the knight soon returned alone and broke the bad news.

"It's the Harrisons, their Rangers patrolling the southern edges. We couldn't get through it at all. The knight took off his torn helmet, with a few dents in it, and tossed it to his attendants. Then he snatched a wooden bucket full of water from the hand of a maid and raised it to his lips. The thirst made the warrior swallow the cold liquid, not even caring about the silver water leaking from his mouth. The water soaked the new stubble and struck it in tandem against the dull armor to wash away the dust, but eventually the cloudy droplets dripped from the raised tips of the armor and blended into the mud. Stick your head firmly into the bucket. The Dragoninus swung before reaching out again. The sweat and cement ash from the short flaxen curls were also washed away at the same time, and the water droplets fell down the water, forcing the knight to brush his hair and wipe the water droplets off his face.

"Your Excellency Caroline, Countess of Fort Freit, and Your Excellency Marquis Caroninus, the southern frontier must have been overrun by the Serpent Pupils. Half an army there couldn't handle tens of thousands of blue cattle. The knight, who had finally been more comfortable with the water, shouted in a rough voice. "So we're still facing an enemy that's still formidable. ”

"Brave knight, you will be given good food and plenty of sleep after a single prayer. Countess Caroline nodded unexpectedly. Then she asked the guards to take the knight away.

"It seems that the Serpent Pupil is planning to plunder the Rich South. The Countess of Fort Freit's plump lips smeared with red rouge. A voice as crisp and melodious as a lark came out of that wonderful voice. "My esteemed uncle, what do you think should be done next? Send the last remaining army to fight, or watch the Harrisons sweep away the wealthy population that belongs to Dragoninus?"

"It's up to you. The Marquis, who was staring at him with light green pupils, did not react, he just lowered his head slightly, and said in a calm tone. "I follow the last words of my brother Sebstein, and I will only protect you as an elder and prevent some nonsense. ”

"The first thing we have to do is to calm the country and renew the allegiance of the nobles. Countess Caroline swayed her slender waist into the main hall, giving her body a surprising allure wrapped in a gorgeous silk dress. "And the snake pupil will soon leave with his belongings. The Water Temples, which have wiped out most of their armies, hold vast swaths of territory, and now they are facing greedy temptations from the Serpent Pupils and the Church of Santa Marta. ”

"What about the commoners of the south and the nobles who haven't fled?" the marquis finally couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"Dragon God bless. They will enjoy pleasures that have never been seen in the mortal world. A beautiful voice mixed with a freezing cold, the Countess of Fort Freitburg replied with a smile to the blood relative.

"Dragon God bless. The Marquis sighed lightly. Then he took his coat from the hand of the attendant beside him, and put it on before leaving the hall with his staff and strolling in the cool night breeze. The wars in the Golden Corridor were always accompanied by horrific killings, and he didn't think the civilians would survive.

After the war, Pomberra was soon filled with crowds again, and the nobles and commoners east of the eastern realm and the Grand Duke's territory returned here with cheers. The nobles re-settled on the estates, while the commoners received food through work such as repairing the walls and building houses. But there are many more poor people in the city who have lost their families, who cannot find food and have to lie in garbage heaps or dark and dirty corners. Olivia, Count of the Rose, the sorceress who had been helping the hungry with her barbarian guards, giving them clean water and black bread as they marched east. The land had been reclaimed by the Dragonus soldiers, and all that was needed was a farmer and seeds to cultivate.

"Dragon God bless, please let them get a piece of land that is enough to feed themselves. The sorceress sighed in the light of the silver moon. The hazy moonlight shrouded the girl, making her as pure and ethereal as a goddess in the mortal world in the eyes of hunters.

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