May 17th, morning, Royal Palace.
Charles II sat on the throne with a tired face. The ministers in front of him were silent. What was different from the past was that there was an exquisite sand table in the center of the conference hall today. Although the scale was not accurate, it was an indisputable fact that the flag representing Eiffta covered three-quarters of the territory.
And the reason they knew this result was thanks to Charles II … If he hadn't put down his pride and invited Iscar to attend the family banquet the day before yesterday, if Iscar hadn't finally agreed to fly around to "observe the situation", perhaps the news of the complete defeat of the frontline army would have to wait for a day or two before they knew!
If they tried to salvage the situation at that time, perhaps the enemy would have already reached their doorstep!
Everyone in the conference hall knew that now was the most critical moment. Every decision they made next could mean their life and death.
"Viscount Boragon has tried his best, but the enemy easily took Rayena City, making all his efforts go to waste …"
Charles II's tone was flat, but his eyes flashed with anger, "A city of tens of thousands of people was inexplicably captured by the enemy. Who can tell me, how did they do this?!"
No one knew. Everyone present did not have such a rich imagination. Even if someone told the truth of the paratroopers, perhaps Charles II would not believe such an absurd thing.
A week ago, he sat here in high spirits, as if he could take down the Holy Cathedral with a smile and point his sword at Eiffta. But now, the enemy's offensive was even more terrible than the magic of the Dragons. A depth of hundreds of kilometers was directly flattened in a week … Were they all dragons? Not only could they fly, but they could also breathe fire? Could they make the noble troops under his command collapse without a fight?
"Your Majesty … If the Dragons are willing to help now …"
Before Du Weiden could finish his words, Charles II waved his hand and interrupted, "The Dragons are not the thugs and bodyguards of the Kingdom of Karen. We solve our own problems by ourselves! If we let the Dragons help us with everything, why don't they go to Eiffta? "
Having said that, in fact, Charles II had already asked Iscar for help, but the latter's answer was very clear: I can help you scout, but it's impossible for me to go to the battlefield.
Charles II almost knelt down and cried bitterly, but Iscar still said the same thing. In the end, the Red Dragon could not take it anymore and said, "I will inform the Lord, but I cannot give you any guarantees as to how the decision will be made."
This was the limit of what Charles II could do. But whatever the Dragons wanted to do, he could not do anything at all — what marriage, what cooperation, it was all bullsh * t. After the territory of the Imperial City was flattened. Would Queil drag him along to discuss how to unify Cullen?
Therefore, he couldn't keep calm about Du Weideng's proposal. After a round of rebuke, his voice became low, "The only one who can save us is ourselves. So, everyone, how many troops do you have now? We must pull them all up. Next, I will also put on my armor and fight alongside everyone! "
"Your Majesty!?"
Charles II's decision gave them quite a fright. It was not unusual for a monarch to personally go to the battlefield. Back then, Great Emperor Koen had brought his army to conquer the kingdom's territory. But in the past seventy years, none of the monarchs sitting in the Imperial City had really gone to the battlefield.
No one would have thought that after only seventy years, the descendants of Great Emperor Koen would use this method to defend the last dignity …
"Your Majesty, we still have room to fight back! There are more than one hundred magicians in the Dragon Tower now. If we mobilize the food of all the cities in the south, it will be enough for us to defend the city and fight a protracted war! "
"Yes, Your Majesty! We still have a port and can trade with the eastern kingdoms by sea — as long as we can continue to transport food, we can drag this war … "
"As long as we can drag it out, there is hope to win!"
Charles II was a little excited by these words, but there were too many problems to consider in a real battle. He must have a capable general to help him coordinate these affairs, so he asked, "Harrison has already surrendered, and there is no news of Viscount Bolagon. Now, who else can gather the army?"
The nobles below looked at each other. None of them were born to fight. In fact, everyone knew the best candidate who could really fight, but since the battle with the Orcs last year, this name was no longer mentioned.
"Speak! Don't dawdle. Count Duweiden, who do you think is suitable? "
"Your Majesty … If you really want to say the strongest military ability, I am afraid it is only Count Moore …"
Charles II's expression froze. Last year, the Orc Zoron ravaged the hinterland of the kingdom. It was this Count who urgently led tens of thousands of troops to drive them away. Afterwards, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack, but the other disobeyed his orders — in a rage, Charles II directly removed him from his position and threw him to his own territory for retirement …
At this moment, would he still be willing to come out and help him?
Charles II narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he finally made up his mind, "I will write to him personally. At this time, he will not refuse."
"The rest, food collection and transportation, erecting walls to clear the wilderness, and all kinds of preparations, nothing can be omitted — Pavlo, Mignon, don't let me down!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"This time … we have no way out."
Charles II sat up straight, "The Royal Guards will join the war three days later, and I will lead the troops under my command to defend the city of Rerick."
After saying this, he ended today's meeting. At this time, it could be said to be a race against time. The sooner enough people were gathered, the greater the probability of delaying the war. Charles II did not cultivate these nobles for nothing all these years. At the critical moment, most of them still remained loyal.
After all, a series of reforms by Roddy in Eiffta made them know that if they submitted to Eiffta, they would probably not be able to continue to have the current wealth they had before.
Interests made them stand together, and together, they aimed at the army gathered in the north.
Charles II stood in the corridor outside the council hall, looking at everything in front of him, and suddenly felt that everything was so dazed. A few years ago, the name 'Roddy' was just a small character that Angmar had reported and needed to be conferred. There were so many knights and barons like this in the kingdom that he did not even remember their names.
But now, the other party was like a sharp sword, cutting through the mountains in the way, cutting through the great nobles who claimed to have tens of thousands of troops, and directly pressing the blade against his throat …
"Why … is this happening?"
He was about to stagger back to the study when he found a figure in a black robe standing on the way.
Charles II dismissed the people around him and said, "Roddy is bringing the Rose Cross army over. Are you going to sit back and do nothing?"
"Of course not, Your Majesty. The Viper Cross will never be lenient towards heretics. "
The Viper Cross superintendent said in a low voice, "The 'Saint Army' has been assembled. Together with your army, we can definitely tear any enemy into pieces."
"How much does the royal family need to pay?"
"We only hope that in the future, the 'Rose Cross' religion will no longer exist in the kingdom."
Charles II nodded without hesitation, but the other party did not finish and continued, "At the same time … the Viper Cross will become the national religion, and the pope will have an independent territory."
This request was definitely asking for a foot after taking an inch, but how could Charles II care so much now? The enemy was already at his doorstep, and the only thing he could do was to grab hold of any possible life-saving straw. These things could only be done if he won this war. If he could not win, then everything would be in vain.
Therefore, he finally agreed to this condition. The other party did not waste any time and directly retreated. Charles II tried hard to expel the uneasiness in his heart and returned to the study to sit down.
The wide armchair did not give him the warm and comfortable feeling of the past. The weather was not considered hot, but he found that his back had been soaked in sweat.
These days, the originally high-spirited monarch had become old. The long period of mental exhaustion made him abnormally sleepy, so he planned to just sit on the armchair and sleep for a while. But before he could close his eyes, the figure of his daughter, Rowling, appeared in front of him.
"Hmm? You seem to be in a good mood today. "
Charles II did not tell his daughter about the deterioration of the situation, so he tried to put on his usual enthusiastic appearance. Rowling was indeed in a good mood. She sat on the chair next to him and said, "Father, today, a Dragons that I have never seen before came to the Dragon Tower!"
"Oh? The Red Dragons? "
"No, it's Her Excellency Kardashian of the Ice Dragons," Rowling said to her father with some excitement. Rowling excitedly said to her father, "She stopped me and chatted with me for a long time. Her Excellency wasn't as cold as the other dragons. She seemed to be very interested in our country and had a certain understanding of it."
"Kardashian … Oh, she should be the one who did some magic exchange in Elsen City."
Charles II, of course, remembered the name, but he did not think that Kardashian would stand on Elsen's side just because she had worked with Elsen. Iscar's behavior had made him realize that the real Dragons would not stand with humans. They only cared about their own interests. War? They would not care about these things …
So Rowling's words did not make his mood better. He just smiled and said, "Then you should build a good relationship with her. You have a Dragons friend. If she really wants to be friends with you, that would be a good thing."
Rowling's expression dimmed a little because she thought of Iscar, who did not even want to talk much … Could such a marriage really have a good result?
But the father and daughter in the study would not know that at this time, Kardashian was talking about the same topic with Iscar.
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