The festive celebrations are coming as scheduled.

The reason why Silver Dragon Fort got its name is indeed related to dragons.

The celebration of the territory was set up to commemorate the silver dragon saving the local people.

Everyone knows that the silver dragon lives in the Howling Mountains to the east of the territory.

There were no dragons in this area, but dragons were once everywhere on the mainland.

In some ancient books whose authenticity is difficult to know, it is recorded that the ancestors of the dragon clan made a contract with the gods in ancient times, and exchanged the duty of guardianship for the possession of divine power.

Since then, the dragon has become a high-ranking existence among many creatures on the continent.

The invincible will always be lonely, and the strong will inevitably be arrogant.

I don't know when it began, the Lone High Dragon Clan began to forget its duty of protection, and with its powerful power, it repeatedly intervened in the wars of the various races on the ground, fighting to expand its territory.

Perhaps because of the breaking of their oath, or because they were too belligerent, the dragons also paid a heavy price for the hegemony, and the entire group was reduced to one in ten.

The direct cause is the widespread spread of magic.

However, the seeds of hatred have been planted, and the powerful of all races on the continent continue to rise, and they also hunt dragons as a symbol of strength.

Since a thousand years ago, the decline of the dragons has been irreversible, and the dragons everywhere have become the objects of hunting, and the treasures they have accumulated have become the bane of coveting.

At the most serious time, without waiting for the strong to make a move, even the folk dragon hunters formed groups one after another to fight wild and brush the big dragons.

Three hundred years ago, a silver-white dragon descended from the sky and physically persuaded the native Terrans, mountain dwarves, and forest elves to shake hands and stop fighting.

The silver dragon became the guardian of the local order, keeping the troubled land at peace for a long time.

In commemoration of the dragon's arrival, the place where it appeared was named Silver Dragon Castle, and it thrived here to become the capital of the territory today.

If this silver dragon asks for fewer offerings every year, I am afraid that its status in people's hearts will be even more exalted.

Now, there is only one dragon left in the south of the entire continent.

Even this only remaining lone dragon can still make the demons on the other side of the sea think twice about invading.

Originally, the dragon's territory should have become a natural isolation zone, protecting the locals from the suffering of demon enslavement.

Forty years ago, however, the dragon had fallen into dormancy without warning, and had ceased to reappear.

At first, the people were glad that they were exempt from making offerings, but soon they realized that they were not the only ones who were happy about it.

The Demon King Salintas sensed this.

Thirty-three years ago, on that day, people once again experienced the fear of being dominated by demons.

The landed demon army did not encounter the attack of the dragon, and it was overwhelming all the way.

The demon army went all the way north, occupying the kingdom of Herod established by the Terrans, dismembering the alliance of mountain elves, driving the southern dwarf tribes away from the mines, and slaughtering into the labyrinth wasteland further north.

In the third year of the war, the lone demon army was desperately blocked by the alliance of various clans and the Magister group on the western plateau.

The Chosen of the Gods of Light and Order, and the Apostles of the Gods of Chaos and Darkness, have engaged in a bloody battle like never before.

Soldiers fell in droves, corpses piled up, and at the height of the heat, eight forbidden spells erupted on the battlefield at the same time.

The demons who came from afar, even after driving a large number of necromancy, still fell behind.

After a fiasco, more than half of the demon candidates were killed in battle, two demon princes were killed, and the main Death Knight Legion was wiped out.

The Demon King Salintas sacrificed half of the monster's life-enhancing power and applied the Equal Damage curse to be spared.

In the tug-of-war that followed, both sides suffered heavy losses, and finally, when both sides were exhausted, the continent and the Demon King signed the "Peace of the Wind Castle".

The Demon King Salintas surrendered most of the occupied land in exchange for a safe withdrawal of troops and took possession of some coastal land.

One of the territories was the Coastal Territory, which originally belonged to the Kingdom of Herodes, and its capital was the Silver Dragon Castle.

Now although the kingdom of Herod has been restored, the original king Roland was killed in the decisive battle on the plateau, the prince is missing, and the family is extinct.

The new king, Gadlin I, came from a royal family and vowed to reclaim the usurped lands in order to prove his authority.

Unfortunately, until Gadlin II came to the throne last year, their campaign to regain the land was unsuccessful.

Of course, the guardian dragon that was supposed to appear in Silver Dragon Castle still hasn't woken up yet.

It has not fulfilled its obligation to protect its territory from the demon invaders.

No one knows the name of the dragon, and legend has it that it is at least four hundred years old.

For the ancient dragon of the immortal species, this age is actually still young, and it is not a big deal to snooze for a while.

In the past, as long as there was gold and silver, the dragon was not afraid.

If there is no tribute, I don't know one day it will raise the teacher to ask for sin.

Since it does not play the role of guardian, it is purely superfluous to pay tribute to the dragon.

However, although the tribute was stopped, the tradition of the festival was preserved.

In the crowded streets, a dragon made of straw is being placed on a flatbed cart, pulled by eight horses, and is passing through the streets under the gaze of the people.

Onlookers shouted and threw coin-like offerings made of straw at the dragon.

If there is no garrison to maintain order on the road and people are not overcrowded, I am afraid that people will rush to the car and play in it.

Today's celebration was not as lively as usual, and the crowd was controlled by the army, who were not allowed to gather in high density on the streets, and could only wait in an orderly manner for the floats to pass by and watch.

The garrisons that fill the streets, coupled with the skeletal patrols that can be seen everywhere, make people dare not speak out.

Vincent, the lord who didn't have the courage to go out into the streets to have fun with the people, but stayed on top of the castle, looked at the grass dragon that had been repaired for I don't know how many years, and frowned again and again.

"Poor production standards, poor maintenance, chaotic parade order, aren't you afraid of accidents?"

"With a little fire or a little disturbance, the bottom can be turned into a blood altar." The lich leader habitually wiped his staff and said regretfully, "What a delicious feast of fear that would be." ”

Glancing at the hopeless monsters, Vincent was speechless at this group of subordinates who couldn't increase their protection value.

Because most of them are chaos believers who will never believe in the god of craftsmanship.

"You can't sacrifice them with blood, they're still useful." Vincent asked the Scythe, "Did Lord Safin of the Guild warn you that the guys who might be wreaking havoc this time are all watching?" ”

"Master, do you want to kill, or do you want to torture?" The scythe asked grimly, "Leave no one behind." ”

"It's not time yet." Vincent sneered, "If you want to calculate me, they are still far behind." ”

It was the vendor and the old magician who provided more or less information confirming that someone might be in the city during the festival.

The urban landlords who controlled the beggars in the past may have also participated in it for money.

If you let the people crowd at will in the game, you will be troubled if you cause accidents.

The people, who already hate the demons, will definitely put all the blame on him, the lord.

Thanks to the careful arrangements made in advance, the procession in the castle did not cause chaos.

However, during this time, Vincent did not participate in the preparations for the celebration except to persuade the dignitaries.

Preventive work is planned by the Lich and the Garrison.

It is not so much that Lord Vincent is a good man and leaves professional matters to experts, but that he has no interest in those trivial matters.

In the past, I did too much work and was too complicated, and I was exhausted and exhausted by myself and others.

Now that he has finally become a high lord, of course, he has to spend all his time on playthings.

However, such a simple wish, there are still people who make trouble every day.

As a demon, don't steal and rob, maintain law and order and build a workshop, isn't this hard enough?

When the celebration arrives, the lord will also have fun for the whole people and vigorously engage in the construction of spiritual civilization.

This time, the lord was introduced by the merchant and the bishop to some musicians from the church and the city, gave them some sheet music, and played music with these musicians.

In addition to music, there are also people who perform dances.