Sure enough, the Southerners couldn't sit still. "The news was transmitted quite quickly, and on the day of the departure of the Lan Dun army, the Aydin Castle had already received the news. Many small things in which magic changed lives and wars did distort the history of warfare in the Middle Ages.

The northern army had taken the lead, and although it was relatively small in number and poorly equipped, its morale was unusually strong.

It was evening when the news arrived, and the generals of the North were staying at Sherwood Castle. Almost all the lords of the higher level sat together, almost all of them wearing black coats in the style of Suglan. Since ancient times, Sugelan has been rich in black dye, and some counties have survived on it. All lords wore armor, coats, robes, cloaks and furs.

The poor old lords of the north, the rich and the new, the nobles and merchants sat together. Groups of three or five gathered around a bonfire and ate barbecue in the open air - Su Gelan's temperament.

During this period, the landowner of the place, the Duke of Sherwood, was very excited. He's the host, so almost all the news passes through him first. After the news was delivered to everyone, he shouted loudly, almost with joy, in front of the campfire: "We're going to give them a head-on blow!"

"No......" The only one wearing a white coat here, quite conspicuous is the original Iron Duke, who is holding the information of the front line in his hand at this moment and nods slightly. "We have to wait for about a month for our head-on attack, and it hurts the most at that time." ”

"Ah, yes, yes—our Iron Duke...... No, Iron King! Sorry, it's a good mouth. ”

"Hahaha...... It's okay, it's okay, to be honest, I'm more confused a lot of the time now. Grabbing his short black hair, Brutus II said, "You forced me to be crowned king, but it's not bad, isn't it?

"We will win, and no one likes the Mad King, much less his son with a green head. ...... them The only thing I want to say is one word:!"

It was very strong and walked in front of everyone, and a bear clan stood up staggeringly. With a height of nearly four meters, it stands out from the crowd, and as a monster lord, although he is only a viscount, he has his own absolute superiority and army. The rough tone and rhetoric did not bring contempt to others, on the contrary, it made all the lords laugh loudly.

The same goes for the bear man, whose steel plate armor is slapped by him: "Those southerners are worthless in my eyes! including his entourage! We are few in number? yes, fuck all their women and play! Mad King and that damn messy brute?-yes, I'm a monster in everyone's eyes, inferior, even the title has to be demoted by one level-inferior monsters know that it's a real beast!"

"Your Excellency Viscount Rayserwolf—" King Sugeran said as his face sank at this moment, "we are not pathetic southerners, you have stood with us for countless years of resisting the invasion of demons and thorns. The monster is my brother, and the law of the monster nobles is self-degraded, and it has a meaning with and urine in my place. ”

"Please don't underestimate the feces and urine, those are good fertilizers that can feed people—so please equate those decrees with the promulgation of them with the Southerners." On the side, a lord shouted a curse, which instantly won a rough laugh that shook the whole winter night.

The Iron King was also smiling, but his heart was bleeding. He believes that equality is right and that the country needs to change. Almost all of the Protestant countries have undergone qualitative changes, but England has not moved. There will always be people who want to stand up and relax the restrictions on monsters, so that a large number of them will like and love their country and have a sense of national identity. The Germans did a good job, they were the strongest contenders on the continent - but.

This kind of breadth and wisdom invites unnecessary trouble, and the Iron King knows what is good and what is bad. It's a pity that this integrity has nothing to do with the correctness of the mole, and he almost gave up most of the support of the nobles for the sake of a small part of the monster army. Integrity, let the strength of his army decline.

But he didn't complain too much other than a wry smile! The country had to change, someone had to do it—that's what he thought in the dark.

"Thank you, Your Majesty - the monster lords of the north are at your disposal, and the monster lords of the south will join your side, it is almost impossible to think about it. The bears bowed with joy - and bowed much higher than ordinary humans: "Why do those pathetic southerners sit on the throne of chaos? Wanted for me and my brothers who have not yet died? They know a p about the demons of the north, they know a p about the invasion of the Jing people! They are only interested in the (silenced) eyes of the prostitutes!"

The bear-man's rough words were once again echoed by the approval and mockery of all the old rough lords: "Even the light of their faith must be in the new chapel, and they have not been baptized by the true light!--I am here to go into battle for these things!-I will not say too beautiful things, but I just want to say now: If I die in this war, my son will inherit my title and continue to fight!My son is dead and my nephew is dead, and my nephew is dead, and there are other bear cubs!- And my purpose is to die in this war to liberate the second-class citizenship of our monsters!--I will live in the mouths of all monsters, and I will finally gain immortality in their mouths!Thank you to those who have provided this opportunity, and thank you to the Holy Light-Long live the Iron King!, my brothers!-"

Finally, Viscount Rayserwolf fell to his knees and saluted the Iron King.

"We will completely crush all the Southerners - my brothers and sisters, monsters and humans!" The winter night was bursting, and the snow was falling, but the blood of all the lords began to boil, and the night was destined to be sleepless. Duke Sherwood finally shouted to the men on his right and left: "Long live the North! Long live the Iron King!

Finally, he also fell to his knees before the Iron King.

"Long live the Iron King!—"

"Long live the King!"

The North is indeed united, and it seems to be much more powerful than the South. However, how long will they be able to hold out if they are inferior in armament, combat power, etc., to the Eagle Gran region?--Brutus II, the Iron King, has little confidence.

However, he does have the potential to be the protagonist of the novel - but unfortunately not this one. Loved by men, loved by monsters. But it is true that he does not seek out with me from time to time.

He prayed for two bugs, one of which was that his wife's maiden family would be able to cross the sea and attack Eagle Geran as soon as possible. Another......

It's about to appear on the road.,More buggy storage zài.。