The empire was established in the flames of war, which can still be seen from the few ancient buildings that have survived in Montenegro. It was a war-torn era. Amani, the holy empire established by the forest trolls, and Sin'dorei, the magical country established by the upper elf, competed with each other for dominance of the forest. The Ahn'Qiraj Insect Council was entrenched in the deserts and wilderness, silently expanding. Their own tribe, the ferocious Bone-Eating Orcs, are fighting for their living space inch by inch from the Draenor Ogres who are even more ferocious and powerful than them. Taurens, Orcs, and all kinds of beast-shaped demi-humans are all involved. enter this war. As for the Black Iron Dwarves, although they have nothing to do with the world, in order to protect the dwarf country's mountain treasure house that is coveted by any race, they will cruelly and decisively cut into pieces any foreign race that steps into their territory, even other tribes. The dwarf compatriots... The civilizations established by these demihuman empires are all several times or even ten times the power of humans, whether in terms of their scale, their heritage, or their military power, magic, knowledge, and material reserves. The human race has advantages in population base, growth cycle and fertility. Even if it is stronger than the long-lived races such as elves and dwarves, it has no advantage compared with the orcs and trolls, let alone the hundreds of millions of Ans. The Qiraji are infested.
It can be said that the only advantage the human race has is weakness and mediocrity.
Yes, it is precisely this "weakness" and "mediocrity" that should be weaknesses that have become human beings' strengths. Precisely because they were weak enough, several major Asian empires did not take the silently developing human race into their eyes at all, and did not regard it as an opponent. This gave the human race enough time to breathe and develop secretly. It is precisely because of "mediocrity" that human beings with no special talents will humbly absorb every bit of power that can make themselves powerful. They mastered magic from the elves. He learned about forging from the dwarves, and he learned about architecture and hunting from the trolls. Learn how to fight from the orcs... Compared with those demihuman teachers, what humans know seems so rough and shallow. So much so that those subhuman civilizations just smiled with disdain after learning about these behaviors of humans, and even took the initiative to teach humans more out of sympathy, because in their eyes, those humans who could not reach their own heights even if they risked their lives did not pose any threat at all. , just a joke.
Turns out they were all wrong…
When the hundreds of millions of swarms launched by the Ahn'Qiraj zerg race rushed towards every inch of the continent, treating every creature as an enemy and food to devour them all, the sub-human civilizations had to join forces to fight against this swarm. A catastrophic insect plague. But there is no human race in this alliance. It's not because the humans are unwilling to fight, but because in the eyes of the initiators of the alliance. The power of the human race is simply dispensable.
Forbidden spells, blood-rage orcs, shaman's swansong...the ultimate forbidden weapons of all major nations were ultimately unable to stop the vast swarm of insects, but the ultimate loser was still the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg. The truth of history has been deliberately hidden, but those confusing fragments of inheritance seem to vaguely reveal where the victory came from...
The God-killing Gear, the ultimate weapon for killing gods, was only forged by twelve magic emperors. It could have the magical power to turn the tide and create miracles.
This period of history is blank, but the ending is unknown to everyone. After the Insect Disaster War, the well-educated humans formed an empire headed by eight heroes, and at the same time declared war on all the subhuman empires that had suffered heavy losses in the Insect Disaster. Finally, after decades of bloody battles, victory was achieved. Occupying the rich and beautiful emerald plains.
Montenegro was the first city established by the human empire. To be fair, the city's natural environment is not very good, and the climate can even be said to be harsh. Resources are scarce, and the scenery is nothing but majestic and majestic mountains.
But this majestic city with its back to the misty mountains occupies an extremely important geographical location and is the gateway to the entire Emerald Plain. Call it a city. It is better to say that it is a military fortress. In fact, Black Mountain City was built in blood and fire. From the moment the city wall was built, the workers who built the wall completed their work on the battlefield. The arrows of the elves and the spear-throwing spears of the trolls and the flying axes of the orcs always flew past the workers' ears, and from time to time they would take away the lives of one or two workers. Sometimes when there is not enough mud and water, the workers will even move a few corpses nearby for bleeding. This is why the ancient buildings in Black Mountain City always glow faintly with blood.
After powerful enemies were either destroyed or banished far away, Montenegro had not been directly attacked for hundreds of years. It is not that the imperial aristocrats who were gradually declining had not considered moving their capital and choosing a place with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate to build a new prosperous imperial capital. But no one can do it, not even the emperor of the empire. Because the oldest and most sacred law of the empire clearly stipulates that Montenegro must be the eternal capital of the empire and cannot change. Only one situation will shake its status, and that is the collapse of the empire...
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Dolag Castle is a city within a city built during the war in Montenegro. Even in Montenegro, the imperial capital with tall buildings like forests and fortresses like sand, this is a truly legendary city. Not because of its history or the size of its architecture. There is only one reason why Dorag Castle has become a legend, and that is the owner who currently lives here... The Marshal of the Empire, the Iron Wall Protector, the Royal Prince, and the Emerald Dragon Cavalry General Retusus, is living here. In an old castle.
The heavy and solid castle door was pushed open from the outside, and with the cold sound of steel friction, a tall warrior stepped in. The castle was dark, with no butler or maid in sight. It was quiet, as if there was no one around. The person who returned to the castle was the owner of the place, Dragon Rider General Retusus. He was wearing a complete set of jet-black full-body armor, with a hideous visor on his face. The only exposed part of his body seemed to be his hard and clear lips.
If they had only heard the rumors, I am afraid that no one would equate the dark demon in front of them with the iron murals of the empire. In fact, as the guardian of the empire, the undefeated god of war, a living legend, and recognized as the most romantic and powerful warrior dragon knight... Prince Retusus, shrouded in countless auras, has been a hero throughout his life. Shrouded in mystery. One of the most talked about things. So far, no one has been able to see the true appearance of this dragonrider general in public.
His appearance? How old is he? Not only is this basic information rarely known. No one can even tell clearly how strong he is, because no one has been able to force the Grand Prince to pull out the sword from his waist for many years. Although there is no evidence. But people generally believe that Grand Marshal Retusus has already crossed the bottleneck of the fifth-level war king, and has even surpassed the sixth-level and even seventh-level thresholds that no one has been able to cross for a long time. But in addition to this, there is another completely opposite theory, that is, Retusus' own strength is not that terrible. Almost all of his invincible power comes from the wife who made a blood contract with him, that is, the wife who made a blood contract with him. The legendary dragon princess, the seventh-level jade dragon Ysera.
Retusus, who was born into a royal family, seems to have been an outlier since his youth. Legend has it that he voluntarily gave up his right to inherit the throne. He travels around the continent alone with his sword and incognito as an ordinary adventurer. This is how he met the dragon princess Ysera. There are countless versions of the love story between them among the bards, and the only thing they have in common is that they describe it as a love that transcends races. After experiencing countless ups and downs, one person and one dragon finally successfully combined, bringing the story to a perfect end.
Although the story is over, the legend still continues...
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"well… "
After the Imperial God of War, who was supposed to be always favored by the God of Happiness, entered his home, a long and helpless sigh came from under his visor.
Bang~~~!
The sound of a wine bottle smashing to the ground was heard. Letusus looked around and saw a woman wearing a whalebone dress stepping out of the darkness and walking toward him. She was drunk. He was swaying as he walked, but a pair of intoxicating beautiful eyes were looking straight at him.
"How much wine have you drunk?" Resitus's voice came out from under the mask. It was a low but magnetic voice, not as majestic as imagined. But it sounds unexpectedly good.
"How much wine did you drink? Hmm... I don't remember..." The drunk lady shook her head and said with a slight smile: "Anyway, I started drinking after you left, and before I finished drinking... you just... You're back..."
The lady walked up to the dragon knight general. He stretched out his fingers and hooked the dragon knight's chin. This is undoubtedly a very frivolous and rude move, not to mention that the target is an extremely noble world noble. Marshal of the Empire, a prince with royal blood. But no one thought there was anything wrong with this action. The reason is very simple. This woman is none other than Retusus' wife, the seventh-level jade dragon Ysera.
With the help of his wife, Retusus became an unstoppable dragon knight. After returning to the empire, he was soon entrusted with important tasks and became invincible on the battlefield throughout his life. However, in recent years, Retusus has rarely fought as a dragon rider, and even his mounts have been replaced by ordinary horses and dragons. After giving birth to a son and two daughters, the Emerald Dragon Ysera was active in the imperial capital's social gatherings like an ordinary wealthy lady, attending large and small cocktail parties. Over time, more and more people have begun to forget her true identity. It is often long in the past that those who have been in contact with her suddenly remember that the woman they had just talked about happily was actually a terrifying dragon capable of destroying the royal capital.
Looking at his drunken wife, Letusus shook his head again and said in a deep voice: "You are drunk, go and rest..."
"I'm not drunk~~~!" Ysera suddenly shouted, interrupting Retusus and saying: "I have been waiting for you, just to wait for you to come back and wait for you to tell me the whereabouts of my daughter. Tell me, Tell me that nothing happened to her, Maria... She will be back with me soon... "
Speaking of the latter part, this giant humanoid dragon was actually crying. The high-level wisdom dragons are connected by blood, and if something happens to their direct blood relatives, they will be informed of it as soon as possible, no matter how far away they are. Looking at Ysera like this, she obviously felt something was wrong, but she was hoping that her husband would deceive her.
Although Retusus did not shake his head this time, he remained silent and allowed his wife to look at him with expectant eyes.
With such a move, is there any need to say anything more? Ysera's eyes were filled with tears of despair. After she beat her husband hysterically to vent her anger, she suddenly took two steps back. Her facial features were distorted and ferocious. She pointed her finger at her husband's face and said, "I know, you did it on purpose. You wanted to kill him on purpose." My daughter, the one who killed Maria, is just because... she is not your biological daughter, just because she does not have your blood flowing in her body~~~! "
Retusus was shaking violently, and it was unknown what the face under the mask had become, but in the end he remained silent and just stared at his wife silently.
Ysera felt a little regretful as soon as she spoke her words, but in the end sadness and anger prevailed. She took off Retusus' mask and continued to cry loudly: "I know, I know it was me who violated the sacred marriage contract, and I was the one who made the betrayal that I'm sorry for you, but Maria is not guilty. , Who is calling you... You are not a man at all!"
The black armored helmet of the Dragon Rider rolled to the ground, and a head of flying red hair came out...
Who would have thought that the face hidden under that mask, the true identity of the Imperial Marshal, would actually be a peerless beauty whose appearance could rival that of the Emerald Dragon Princess. (To be continued...)