The rustling cold wind swept across the dry land of the plateau, and the sparse vegetation shook violently, bowing down to the cold and harsh monarch. Fawaz stretched out his snow-white paws and caught the snowflakes falling from the sky. Thin, sharp claws stretched out from under the fluff, flickering with cold light. It raised its head, and its eyes, as blue as the sea, reflected the entire northern sky and earth. It was such a picture. The mountains in the north of Anzeruta were like a giant door, lying at the end of the sky. On the open alluvial plain, the river was like a shining ribbon, flowing into the distance and converging under the undulating mountains. Heavy gray shadows, curved curves, and finally gathered at one point.
It was a fortress, the last door leading to the Evergreen Corridor.
Fawaz silently looked in that direction, and no one knew what thoughts were running through his mind. The cold wind blew the king of beasts' snow-white beard with brass rings, causing it to sway slightly. He turned his head, and the heavy armor on his body made a crisp clattering sound, "Change the flag." Standing behind this wise and mighty lion king were two rows of tall golden-maned forbidden guards. But among the crowd, there was an old lion-man with a long staff and a red robe. He bowed his head and bent his knees, asking in a trembling voice,
"Now? My respected Majesty? "
Fawaz raised a finger, and the sharp nails flickered with a sharp cold light. He shook the finger gently, "Don't call me Majesty, Na Ze. Only that person can be called Majesty. She is the ruler of a thousand realms, the king of kings. She is the light of day, the color of night. The poem has long foreseen that she will rule the world. Now she has returned, bringing with her the gospel of all ages and the salvation of the lion-men. You and I will serve her as if we serve our sovereign father. "
Modesty stared at the lion people's camp. Her vertical pupils, which were unique to cold-blooded animals, had a cold and narrow light. She immediately saw black flags rising from the endless camp, replacing the golden lion's mane flag that was originally like an ocean. "Hehehe." The female black dragon could not help but chuckle, "It's an honor to witness the arrival of such an era."
She spread out her hands, and pieces of black flags slowly rose behind her.
On the flag, the holy emblem called Asgort was shining.
On the eve of the Year of Swords, the Lion Men of Toquinin, the Lion Men of the Golden Mane, passed through Rokezi, the Broken Sword Mountain Fortress. The army of Jorgendy Ridge captured the last fortress in the south of the Field of Four Territories, Asaph. The two armies met at the southern end of the Evergreen Corridor and announced the change of banner at the same time. The black battle flag of the Empire, the symbol of the Darkness Dragon Odin, had finally returned to this land after disappearing for a thousand years.
The remnants of Cruz, the Knight, and the nobles who fled to the north were lucky enough to witness the birth of this moment that changed history.
When the news was brought to the north, it was quickly discovered that the supreme Queen of the Empire and the Temple Army that belonged to her side were flying the same flag. Thus, a rumor began to spread. After a thousand years, the Sovereign of the Darkness had returned. She was both the Sovereign and the Father. She was the light that rose from the darkness. She was the Sovereign of the previous era. She had returned, bringing with her the glory and redemption of the past. She would put an end to all these lies.
The whole of Wohnde was shaken.
As if there was a tacit understanding, the Red Army and the Wind Elves stopped fighting at the same time in the Wilderness of the Four Realms. But then, the Elves fell into a dead silence. The Holy Cathedral of the Wind Empress did not say anything for a while. The Holy Cathedral of the Wind Empress, from the Holy See to the Officiant, and from the Royal Court to the Emperor, were collectively speechless. It was as if a terrible taboo lay in front of them, making them tremble with fear as if they were treading on thin ice.
In Fanzin, the Sanirs slowed down their southward advance. The nobles of the Free Cities looked at each other, not knowing what to do. The Holy Cathedral of Light, which had always avoided the Darkness Dragon, suddenly summoned all the regional Bishops to White City and reactivated the Holy Parliament that was once abandoned after the War of the Holy Saints. But just when people were speculating that the Church was going to send troops to the south to punish the crazy Queen, the supreme of Fanzin — His Majesty the Emperor and Pope Gloria II of the Empire — sent an edict to silence the noisy north.
'Order of the Silver Horse to return to the north of Alkash. All troops in the Empire are not allowed to take a step south. The Holy Parliament is temporarily closed. No one in the Holy Cathedral is allowed to discuss the situation in the south —'
Thus, the Sacred Assembly that had reopened after 762 years was like the final radiance of the setting sun, dying just as quickly after its short revival. It had only lasted a short twelve days, and the Fahnzans had jokingly called it the 'Ten Days Council'.
After a series of events, the only result left was the collective silence of the entire civilized world. It was as if the upheaval that happened in the Cruz Empire was just an illusion.
"Bang!"
Duke Wei Na heavily slammed the letter on the table. His trembling hand was proof of how furious he was. This senior minister of the empire looked around like a lion and roared, "What good will it do them if they let the situation worsen?!" The generals around the sand table had different expressions. Some were furious, some were at a loss, and some were terrified. Just three days ago, Her Majesty the Queen's army had invaded West Metz. Her army clearly showed the order of the Highlanders and Witches. At the border of the civilized world, it was said that many people had observed a strange group of humans. Everyone knew that the Miirna people had returned.
Now the rumor that Her Majesty the Queen was the Darkness Dragon had been spreading like wildfire. Since she was fifteen years old, she no longer looked old. Wasn't this the most direct proof? People originally hoped that the Holy Cathedral of Fire would stand up and take charge of the situation at this chaotic juncture, but now even the Holy Cathedral was divided into two factions. The two voices were fiercely fighting in the ideological world of the Empire, making it difficult to distinguish who was right and who was wrong. However, as the situation on the battlefield became more and more inclined to the Queen's side, many fence-sitters had already turned to the Scholarly Faction. As for the northern nobles that the Conservatives relied on, their days were getting worse and worse.
Many of the Conservative nobles were originally royalists, standing in the position of the legitimate heir. Since the Silver Queen began to make moves on the princes around her, they had been alienated from them. As the Silver Queen's actions became more and more crazy, they originally thought that these actions that offended the world would soon lead to her being betrayed. Especially when she reactivated the Senia people and called herself the Darkness Dragon, the entire north was in jubilation. At that time, they could even imagine that Fanzin and Saint-ausol would soon send troops to intervene, and maybe even the sage far away in the Ring of the World would come to suppress her.
Everyone knew that the world order established after the War of the Holy Saints was the cornerstone of mortal civilization. Anyone who tried to shake this cornerstone was going against the entire civilized world. And at this moment, this crazy Her Majesty the Queen stood on the opposite side of the entire civilized world.
Her fate was obvious.
The northern nobles were celebrating, thinking that victory was in sight, but the reality that followed shocked them. They were even at a loss. The silence of the Holy Cathedral of Light and the Holy Cathedral of Wind made their hearts drop to the freezing point. They even began to doubt their own worldview. What was wrong with this world? However, the silence of one side often meant that the other side was more arrogant. The nobles of Cloak Bay, who were still hesitating, instantly joined the Queen's camp. The imperial fleet, which had always been controlled by the Holy Cathedral, also fell into the arms of the Scholastics. In addition, the Lionmen south of the Evergreen Corridor and the army of Jorgendy Ridge suddenly changed sides. All of a sudden, the entire north fell into a situation of isolation and helplessness.
Although the White Legion, which was entrenched in the north of the Evergreen Corridor, had not yet expressed their stance, everyone knew of their relationship with the Queen. In fact, the nobles on Ludwig's side had long given up hope in East Metz. They were even estimating the speed of the White Legion's advance. As news from all directions had long been cut off, they could only guess that Fathom Port might have already fallen by this time. They just didn't know how long the Flowerleaf Territory could last. However, the Duke of Flowerleaf was still under house arrest in the Imperial Capital. It was likely that his two daughters wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
In this way, Ludwig was fighting alone.
To make matters worse, the eldest son of the King had gone missing in Erouine. The military nobles had lost their moral footing. If it weren't for the Silver Queen revealing her identity as the Dark Dragon and causing the Holy Cathedral to split, they would have probably become a group of traitors by now.
In the crowd, an old man in a holy robe sighed. Duchess Weena looked at him and said angrily, "Bishop Randall, you tell us. Are those damned tree sticks and northern barbarians still thinking of benefiting from the battle? Don't they understand what kind of situation they are in now? That crazy woman claims to be the Dark Dragon and intends to restore the rule of the Miirna people. She is blaspheming the sacred covenant, but those people are turning a blind eye to it. This is outrageous! "
Randall laughed bitterly. "You can't blame them. You and I are both people who experienced the last Holy War. You should know what happened at that time … It's just that the things we saw at that time were too bizarre, and it made people suspicious."
"But you are still standing here," the duke interrupted him heavily. "Instead of throwing yourself into the arms of those traitors, this shows that it is only their weakness that has caused them to waver."
"Old friend, you can't say that. I can't prove that my choice is right. I just don't want to betray the belief I have for so many years."
"There is no right or wrong in history, only victory and defeat." The Duke waved his hand impatiently. "The War of the Holy Saints has been going on for a thousand years since the Iron Folk took over this world. Is history wrong for a thousand years because of this? This is nonsense. Only a lunatic would believe such a thing. At least, I will never admit it, and I will not let that crazy woman succeed so easily! "
"You are right, old friend." Bishop Randall sighed again. "What do you plan to do now?"
"It's very troublesome." Duke Wina rubbed her forehead. "Militarily, we are in a very disadvantageous position. That crazy woman has an endless stream of trump cards in her hands. Those messy things come out of nowhere and beat us back. There is also the Lion Army in the South, and those Earthlings. However, I am most worried about the Empire's fleet in Cloak Bay. If they head to the North Sea to block the sea route, then this war will really be impossible to continue."
These words made everyone in the tent frown. This was the most realistic thing. The northern nobles, who originally controlled most of the Empire's military strength, were being beaten back by the Queen. They were about to lose the entire West Metz, and the betrayal of the Empire's fleet was a fatal blow to them. Now, most of the supplies in the North came from the sea route outside the North Sea. If the Empire's fleet headed north to block this supply route, then this war would really be impossible to continue.
Duke Wina patted the map heavily and said, "I plan to ask the Dragon race for help."
"Dragon race?"
"This is a way." Bishop Randall's eyes shot out two rays of light. "The Dragons were also involved in that incident back then. Now that the three traitorous Dragons have appeared on the ground with great fanfare, the Dragons will definitely do something about it. At the very least, they will make Jorgendy Ridge withdraw unilaterally. Otherwise, with the three Dragons on the enemy's side, it will be too much of a threat to us."
Duke Wina nodded. "This is not the key, old friend." He added calmly, "The Dragons are not fools. They have already made their move. They might even know about this earlier than us. As far as I know, before that crazy woman made her move, they sent an envoy to the Empire. However, that envoy did not arrive in the Empire. It can be said that he was a step late. If the time is correct, this envoy must still be in the Empire. "
"Envoy?" Bishop Randall raised his head in surprise. "Why haven't I heard of this? Who is it?"
"I got the news by accident. Because the first person that the Dragon Clan contacted was actually the eldest son of the Emperor, it can be seen that they don't trust that crazy woman. As for who exactly they sent the envoy, I don't know, but I do know that it should be a silver dragon."
"A Silver Dragon … That's a very high standard."
"This shows that the Dragons value this envoy," Duke Wina replied.
"Then we have to hurry and find this Lord Envoy."
"I have already arranged for people to look for him. Unfortunately, there is no clue at the moment."
Perhaps the Duke's suggestion sparked Randall's thoughts. The bishop suddenly said, "What about the Buga people? They have always been on the same side as the Dragons. Don't they have anything to say? "
Duke Wina was slightly startled. It seemed that something was on her mind. Her expression became a little strange. "Speaking of these sly fellows, they did have something to say …"
"Sly fellows? Something to say? "Bishop Randall did not notice his old friend's expression." What do you mean? "
"It's like this. I suddenly remembered about the Buga people two days ago. Then I found out that they had withdrawn all the diplomatic personnel just before that crazy woman made her move. But …" The Duke hesitated for a moment and continued, "But they left me a letter. The meaning of the letter seems to be that they do not support that crazy woman's actions. They hope that we can stand our ground …"
"We stand our ground. They are taking advantage of us. Those damn wizards want to get what they want." Everyone in the tent suddenly cursed.
"To put it bluntly, they just want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight." The bishop frowned. "But the Buga people have been around for thousands of years. They should not be so naive. Can't they see that we are no match for Her Majesty? If this continues, we will lose sooner or later."
"Don't forget that being isolated from the rest of the world has always been their strategy." Duke Wei Na replied faintly.
Randall nodded, but he felt that it was not that simple. At this moment, a messenger opened the tent door and walked in. "Duke, letter."
"Letter?" Duke Wina was slightly startled. She looked at the letters from Fanzin and Saint-ausol in her hand and asked with a frown, "Whose letter is it?"
"I don't know, Sir. But the letter came from the direction of Fathom Port."
"Fathom Port?" The Duke was startled for a while before he remembered where it was. It was not because the place was too small, but because he did not expect it. He pointed at the letter and asked, "This is a letter from the White Legion. Why did they send a letter? Hehe, are they going to change sides too?"
His words were full of disdain and sarcasm.
But the messenger shook his head honestly. "No, Sir. I'm afraid it is not a letter from the White Legion. The person who sent the letter is Erouine's man."
"Erouine's man?"
This time, Duke Wina was really stunned.
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