Living in the vast plateau north of Eruin, the clan of the Gurchi people has a well-known legend-the soldier who is alone on the battlefield is the one who is favored by the god of death.
Van Nosda had also heard of this legend. He was a knight recruited from the Balta region in the northern part of the kingdom. He came from a local gentry family. Before he joined the army, he had a hand in animal training. After joining the army, he naturally became a dragon knight. The Dragon Cavalry Squadron belonging to the 34th Regiment—this army was originally part of the Kingdom’s Southern Army, but the latter was broken up by the Madara undead army in this war, and even the commander Binag The Earl himself is dead-Van Nosda’s troops waited for the so-called sign of a truce. Instead, the offensive of the undead of Madara on the opposite side beats a day, but the noble lord behind him They again used the excuse that the negotiations had come to an end and the war had ended.
The messenger sent out to contact the Whitemane Corps and Anlek has no news, and the situation is getting worse day by day, just as Baron Collen, the highest commander of the 34th Regiment who survived on the southern border of Dnell, wrote in his diary. road:
"The situation in the south is getting worse day by day. We don’t know where the brothers’ troops are scattered. Madara’s undead are attacking from all sides. We can’t reach anyone. The news seems to be blocked, and even the retreat has changed. It's impossible. The nobles have their own ways. Today, this territory has been out of the control of the kingdom, and Martha is on it. I hope I can see the end of this nightmare in the day I live—"
But all this is not important to Van Nosda. He and his flying dragon were shot down while patrolling a human village on the southern border that was destroyed by the undead, and became the one in the legend of the Gurchi clan. The person stared at by death's cold gaze. He raised his head with a bloody face, and desperately saw rows of skeleton warriors pouring in from the ruins of the village from all directions. He was held down by the corpse of the flying dragon and could not move. A light crossbow in his hand was the only protection weapon. He raised his arm and shot an arrow at one of the bone frames.
The crossbow arrow blessed by the holy water burst out with dazzling light, and a skeleton turned into fly ash in the white light.
But after a series of white light, more undead drowned the vision of Nostar—a feeling of boundless frustration enveloped the young man. That was a few months ago, Nostal could not help but subconsciously think-when they heard that Madara had invaded the kingdom in three ways, almost everyone, whether it was a soldier or a nobleman, had a relaxed attitude and so on. Look at how these dark lords from the backward and barbaric kingdoms fell apart due to infighting and inconsistent command, just like each of their joint invasions in history.
But the final result was beyond everyone's expectations. The march of Madara's army was decisive, calm, and effective. In comparison, the Kingdom of Eluin was more like a late old man, who was unable to resist and was exhausted. The glory of the past of the kingdom is long gone. Three centuries ago, the kingdom of the seventeenth generation of the Archbishop of the Temple of Flame, which was called "the blade of flame, the example of ancient glory," finally only existed in the past history. middle.
Shooting the last arrow, the young man dropped the crossbow calmly, holding the necklace with his wife's name on his chest tightly with one hand, he raised his head, and a tall skeleton had already blocked the sunlight above his head—
The fiery soul fire in his eyes was beating.
"Farewell, father, mother, and dear Vanessa, I just hope you can remember that your son, husband, and many people fought in this place to protect Eru..."
"But there is no hope in this country..."
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After October, the breath of autumn gradually became richer, and the plains along Tonigel were stained with a pale yellow. Just riding on the avenue between the countryside, Brando and his party could already feel a clear atmosphere of war.
After the leather armor was ripped apart by Aloz, Brando simply asked a tailor to order a set of black long windbreaker breeches when passing through a town along the way, and set up the lord's shelf. At this moment, he sat upright and looked around on his horse, wearing a pair of eye-catching white gloves, and a long sword with a silver-plated handle hanging from his waist. It was a bit of a young nobleman's style.
But this was not because he wanted to get over the noble addiction, it was simply because it was easier to avoid trouble. Leaving the undulating hills of Chablis, the travel in the past month has become dull. Although law and order have collapsed nowadays, most of the robbers around the town are made up of peasants who cannot survive. On the other hand, Brando’s group of more than ten or twenty people, guards all well-equipped, like heirs of aristocrats traveling-these people who are desperate because of poverty will naturally not try to provoke them easily.
But Brando couldn't help but sigh when he saw the empty farms along the way.
In fact, on the day of Chablis, the dragon girl Aloz had warned him before leaving, telling him that a Madara army of undead was now in the south of Tonigel. This news coincides with the history that Brando knows. In history, the "Black Sir" Instaron still kept Denel from leaving even half a year after the armistice agreement. The reason is that the soul knows the taste-let's talk about this ancient At this moment, the kingdom has no time for him.
The time is approaching the end of the autumn evening moon (October), and in the other side of the history that Brando knows, the upper layers of this ancient kingdom have begun to move around and undercurrents at this moment. As far as he knows, the support behind Obergou’s eldest son Hamel comes from the influence of Queen Anna, who is the sister of the Duke of Westfah. Her admission in fact represents the beginning of the restoration of the Westfah dynasty—supporting Corkova. The royal party members of the family had different views on this. In addition, she had an ambiguous relationship with the power minister, Marquis Klug, and eventually even jointly imprisoned the king, thus planting the bane.
At the beginning of November in history, Hamel, the eldest son of the king, suddenly announced the coronation. This event officially opened the prelude to the division of the royal party. The princess Griffin, who is a very strong regent, would naturally not tolerate it silently. Her own territory declared Hamel’s throne illegal to all the nobles and knights of the entire kingdom. Naturally, it was the core members of the royal party who had long been dissatisfied with the queen and the power of the elves she herself represented that supported her.
In mid-to-late November, Grand Duke Anlek announced his support for Hamel, the eldest son of the king. At the same time, the localities became independent or fell to one side, and the civil war in Eruin began. From now on, until two years later, this civil war completely shaken the foundation of this kingdom. Although after a short period of ZTE, the kingdom has lost the blood of the new birth area, and it is naturally difficult to be reborn in the fire.
It can be said that the demise of Eruin has accelerated from this moment.
And at this moment, as for what the Southern Black Sir Instaron was doing, naturally no one cared. However, no one’s relationship does not mean that the actual impact does not exist. The migration of entire villages in this area has left a desolate area. When they pass through those empty and silent villages, they can feel a kind of obvious. Bleak.
But as the pace goes south, this depression is gradually changing—
Because it was about to approach the core of Tonigel-Fir City, the road finally began to gain popularity. The lord who ruled Tonigel was the third son of Count Jean Denner, Baron Grudin. Brando is not unfamiliar with this name, but he is not familiar with it. At this time, the nobles are mostly indifferent and self-righteous-but the lord is another way. In addition to sharing the noble’s face, he has to be harsh, cruel, and more severe. Exploit the people.
Brando and his party noticed this when they entered Fir City, or their expectations that they hadn't reported hope before this moment have been reduced a lot:
The first thing that catches their eyes is the residents living outside the city of Fir. Only those who are truly poor and inferior will live outside the city without protection. Generally speaking, they are either farmers working outside the city or refugees who have fled. There are only shaky, messy thatched houses on both sides of the street. Men and women are unclothed, with yellow and thin faces, and their eyes are dull. They can't see any hope for the future.
The avenue was dusty, and the dry air was full of the smell of livestock manure. Compared with this place, even Braggs’s dogmatic, slow, procrastinating, and self-righteous noble bureaucrats look cute, at least in those places where citizens are low in status—but at least they can survive.
However, just like the harsh people born from barren land, the more barren the land, the more they demand. Brando understands that the difference is not because the nobles of Golan-Elson are more humane, but because Tonigel's land is more barren under the same exploitation, and the people are naturally more unbearable.
Antitina, who was once an aristocratic daughter, looked at all of this and couldn't help covering her mouth gently, a little bit incredulous.
"My lord, the territory you want to inherit... is this kind of place?" She couldn't help but asked a little disappointed.
She originally thought that after leaving the dominion of the mountain people, Tonigel on the east coast should be a scene of prosperity. Relying on the sea means developed trade, and developed trade means prosperity. Even if it is not as good as Amperisel, at least it should be similar to the Burglas area| right
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a bleak scene right now.
Brando was also taken aback, because he didn't tell Antitina Rubis that the mercenary was actually his summoned creature, so that the girl was sad and blamed once, and he naturally received revenge. For at least a month after Chablis, Antitina talked to him in an official manner, and the good face when she saw him before disappeared, and most of them were with a blank eye.
Although the noble daughter always regarded himself as his assistant, Brando thought that this was not the attitude that his retainers should have when facing his lord, but of course he would not raise it, using the identity of the noble to suppress a weak woman. Brando is not so shameless as half of modern people.