Blade Tower Continent, Imperial Capital, Black Mountain.
In the early morning, a golden and red rising sun loomed in the dark clouds. This is not a sunny and cheerful day. Just like the imperial capital today, the whole city is shrouded in a haze that cannot be dispelled. Even the early morning air seems to be able to smell a A faint smell of blood. This often means that the irritable and irritable Terror Emperor Durondar has started killing people again...
The imperial capital of Black Mountain is the heart of the entire empire. Any movement here can make the entire Blade Tower Continent tremble. Although today's empire has become shaky under internal and external troubles and no longer has the glory and majesty of the past, as long as the empire has no The ruined iron wall, the unparalleled imperial marshal, Grand Duke Retusus is still alive, so whether it is the Millennium Empire of Emilo on the Nile River, the Sun Dynasty entrenched in the desert, or the Seven Towers Alliance of the Kingdom of Magic, the Red The orc tribe in the wasteland, the dark elves in the underground city, even the demon army in the abyss of hell, and the natural disaster army composed of endless undead dare not easily set foot on the territory of the empire. The Dragon Knights led by Retusus is still the undisputed strongest legion in the entire continent.
However, just recently, a piece of news that no one could ignore began to spread throughout the Dota Continent... Leitusus mysteriously disappeared.
At first, no one took this as a serious matter. After all, there was almost no possibility of Retusus being assassinated. It was not that no one or force had tried to obliterate the patron saint of the empire. However, anyone who dared to put this idea into practice The people or forces who realized it all paid a heavy price for their stupidity and impulsiveness. The Desert Sun Dynasty, whose overall national power was already slightly above the empire, took office as the Sun King and used the blood of twelve royal members to abdicate. The anger of the Dragon Knights was barely calmed down. Emiro's Thousand-Year Empire spent nearly a hundred years and used the entire empire's human, material and financial resources to secretly form a secret army of faceless men. When it was performing its first mission, the entire army was silently annihilated, even except for Emiro. Except for Letusus himself, no one at the top of the Millennium Empire knew the real reason why this legion, which might have surpassed the Dragon Knight Legion in combat power and might have left a strong mark in history, disappeared.
Retusus is unkillable. This has become the consensus of almost everyone in the entire continent. All his enemies can only secretly hope that this imperial iron wall will die naturally and die of old age. However, many people have been waiting for a whole life and have not been able to do so. By the time this day comes, it is no longer clear whether Letusus is considered a human or a dragon. How long his life span is, I am afraid that even the gods of the heavens and the ancient dragon gods do not know.
However, such an invincible and unkillable imperial military god disappeared.
It is not difficult to verify the authenticity of this news, as long as you are willing to pay a sufficient price. The Millennium Empire and the Sun Dynasty, which had been waiting for who knows how many years, pressed their ace legions to the borders of the empire, risking the loss of these legions to test the bottom line of the empire. As for the spies lurking in the imperial capital of Black Mountain, they went crazy trying to sneak into the headquarters of the Dragon Knights. As for the final answer, it made the entire continent tremble. Some people were so excited that they even shed tears, while others were frightened, trembling, and uneasy. The huge national machinery of the two coveted human empires was operating at full capacity. If it were not for the concern that Retusus might only disappear for a short time, I am afraid that a full-scale war would have been launched to attack the empires. The wasteland orc tribe and the underground dark council are also watching with eager eyes, ready to make a move. As for the Kuxiong Principality, which has openly rebelled, they will not let go of this golden opportunity and continuously make shocking and huge moves. For a time, wars, big and small, swept across the entire empire. Although it has not been directly affected by the war, the imperial capital Montenegro, which used to be intoxicated with music and singing every night, has suddenly become quieter. Those imperial nobles who thought they would live in the wine pool and the meat forest all their lives suddenly realized that their happy days may be over. This possibility that had never been thought of before suddenly emerged, causing many stupid guys to make impulsive actions that touched the bottom line of the Terror Emperor Durondar, collaborating with the enemy and the country, secretly transferring assets, defecting...
As a result, the secret police and several executioner families, who already had heavy tasks, were now even more busy. Even the youngest son of the executioner family, who was not yet a minor, walked onto the high platform in the square holding a delicate and elegant decapitation sword. However, the Executioner family cannot sit back and relax in front of this moody Terror Emperor. Just a few days ago, the most favored Executioner family member in the entire empire, the leader of fashion trends, and the flower of the imperial capital, occupied the continent that has been favored by the emperor for the longest time. The most beautiful woman, Count Amanda Amelia Christiane Christia Tablis von Huwen, was arrested by the Emperor's secret police force and infiltrated into an equally famous and respected house. The "Montenegro Royal Prison" where the old Marquis Brahadli serves as the warden will be beheaded in public in the Imperial Capital Square one month later.
Although everyone knows that the emperor's favor cannot always be shrouded in one person, although everyone knows that after the giant demon beauty with mysterious origins appears next to the emperor, the former favorite will be thrown into the cold palace sooner or later. However, after this news came out, it caused a sensation no less than the mysterious disappearance of Imperial Marshal Retusus. No one cares about the reason why this imperial favorite was thrown into prison, because the emperor does not need any reason at all to kill people. What people care about is only what will happen to Count Amanda, who was once, no, maybe still is the most beautiful woman in the mainland. Someone has already offered a sky-high price on the black market, clamoring to buy Earl Amanda's head as a collectible. Of course, the asking price for the body is enough to make some wealthy ancient nobles gasp, and the figure behind the buyer even points directly at him. Two rival empires. This pink news seems to have diluted the bloody and uneasy atmosphere that enveloped the imperial capital a little. However, only some wise people who really pay attention to every move of the empire will seriously speculate on these major events that shocked the empire and shocked the Dota continent. What kind of truth is hidden after that.
The towering Capital City Airport welcomed the first balloon airship to dock today. This is a passenger and cargo airship. The Imperial Airport welcomes hundreds of such airships every day. No one will go there. Pay too much attention to what kind of cargo and what kind of guests will be carried on this airship.
After the airship docked securely, the dock workers swarmed up and unloaded the heavy packages. As soon as this batch of goods was put on their shoulders, these coolies frowned. Even the relatively strong orcs and dwarfs were stunned. Lamented and groaned at the weight of the shipment. But under the urging of the whip, they have no right to refuse work no matter how heavy the goods are. Whether they can have breakfast and whether there will be black bread crumbs in their breakfast depends on their work performance. At least half of them do not have the right to enjoy breakfast, even if the value of that breakfast is not even as high as that of a subordinate. A snack for the noble watchdog.
As usual, there are inspectors arranged by the Imperial Military Department on the pier, responsible for inspecting prohibited smuggled items and verifying the identities of people coming and going. And these drowsy and yawning government officials didn't care at all about what was in these big and small bags. They only cared about the weight of the wallets stuffed into their hands.
This time's filial piety obviously made several supervisors very satisfied. They didn't even go through the symbolic inspection process. They just watched the passengers walking up and down the cabin with sleepy eyes to see if there were any. The fat sheep can give them another stroke of luck. The people who got off the boat were basically businessmen with a certain family background. The reason was very simple. The poor could not afford this new type of transportation, while the nobles did not bother to take this kind of airship that was used for both passenger and cargo. They had their own exclusive transportation. Those beautifully decorated carriages may not be as comfortable or as fast as airships, but they carry the glorious history of those nobles, their dignity and pride.
Because of this, these merchants are like lambs to be slaughtered in the eyes of these customs inspectors, and almost every one of them can cut off plump pieces of meat with just a knife. They quickly picked their first target of the day. In fact, this is quite natural, because as soon as the passenger stepped out of the cabin, he became the focus of everyone nearby. Even the hard workers at the dock did not care about the whips and scolds falling on them at all, and focused their attention on the passenger who walked out of the cabin. on the lady. However, they did not receive too many whips, because the overseers soon followed suit.
She was a graceful and luxurious beauty. Her appearance was as exquisite as priceless oriental white jade porcelain, and she was as beautiful as the heroine who stepped out of a masterpiece handed down by a great painter. Her temperament is noble, and there is no flaw in her every move. She is comparable to those ancient nobles who have been trained since childhood, and may not be able to compare with her. However, even though the gorgeous dress she was wearing, in terms of materials, accessories, and tasteful tailoring, was comparable to the dress worn by the daughter of a top aristocratic matron, in the eyes of these vicious-eyed customs inspectors, it was still obvious that there was something wrong with this gorgeous dress at a glance. There is no special mark suggesting nobility. Under the laws of the empire, certain patterns and clothing styles were strictly prohibited and only true nobles could use them. Without aristocratic status, even if one has wealth superior to that of a noble, wearing aristocratic clothes without permission is a capital offense.
The beauty in front of them is undoubtedly the most delicious lamb in the eyes of these prosecutors. Maybe what they can harvest today is not only bags of gold coins, but also an affair that will make the gods jealous. With such thoughts and obscene looks, several inspectors walked towards the fat sheep in their eyes. Of course, if they were more careful and did not focus all their attention on the beauty's face, they would be able to see the mark of a black castle on the long skirt worn by the beauty, a mark exclusive to the Black City Guild. And this mark, in the current imperial capital of Black Mountain, represents wealth, power, and rights that are far superior to those of ordinary nobles. (~^~)