Chapter 217 The City of Typhon

After the defeat of Yindian Province, the legions gathered by the empire scattered and fled, many of them died of stampede, and many were captured by the 'Fairy Wood' organization, so that in the end less than half of the ones who fled back were less than half of what they used to be, and there was no morale, many People throw away their armor and need to re-equip.

"So, applying for back in advance is really the right choice."

In a tavern in Titania, a wizard in a dark red robe was drinking low-alcohol wine in front of the bar, gently shaking the orange-red liquid in the glass, and sniffing the fruity aroma and wine.

"Teacher, after that, what if that organization comes to the imperial capital." Behind the wizard, a young woman holding a book asked worriedly.

"Ajeelina, then you need to worry too much. Although the empire has suffered a fiasco this time, it will not threaten the root cause." The wizard shook his head slightly, indicating that he was the one who knew everything.

"Not to mention that the remaining three of the four dukes have not yet been shot. Even the royal family still has a lot of trump cards that have not been played. The worst thing is the allies of the forest elves. Those elves looked gentle and really fought. It's also very tight."

"In that case, why is the regent acting so... er, not strong." The young woman looked around in a low voice, and continued to speak when she saw that no one cared.

"It's just that he doesn't want to move those cards."

"There are two kinds of people in the world. There is one kind of person who always likes to keep more good things, so that they can feel at ease. Just like eating grapes, delicious and big ones will be saved until the end."

"Although Edron was sensible earlier than his brother, he also had a lot of scruples because of this. He was always reluctant to offend people completely, or to do things completely. Although this is conducive to stability, sometimes he can't help procrastinating, which makes people look down on him." The wizard commented on the current Prince Regent indifferently, as if he was looking at a child, or perhaps based on his age and experience, the other party was indeed a child.

"Until it is a last resort, he will not use those trump cards, and this is indeed a good step, so that he can use the power of those great nobles to quell the rebellion."

"It is no longer before the Western Expedition. Although the southern border has been destroyed due to chaos, it has also created a lot of unclaimed land, so that he can use it as a price to feed and balance the nobles of all parties."

"It feels disgusting."

"That's right, politics is like this. We are only mortals, and we can't create a huge cake. We can only use despicable methods in the scraps to attack each other and seize the little delicious meat pie." Said, The wizard lifted the steak in front of him with a fork, then put it into his mouth to chew, making a satisfied sound.

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A new round of recruiting and rallying begins.

After the agreement between the royal family and the three dukes, as well as many great nobles, all parties began to send their legions and fighting forces, and gradually converged towards the central city of Typhon.

The city of Typhon is a long and narrow fortress on the high Dan plains, and its name comes from an ancient giant.

It is said that in the early days of the First Era, a mighty warrior of the Court of Giants named Typhon led his people and elves to war here to defend this fertile land.

It is a pity that this mighty titan, who is said to have fire-breathing eyes, a black tongue, and a body covered with feathers and wings, was defeated and died on the battlefield. The iron cavalry of the silver elves overwhelmed everything. , like a work of art, slaying these once mighty giants.

After his death, the last remaining power of the giant royal court also disappeared. They fled to the more remote southern jungles and mountains, and began to support the weak pets of the past, that is, the orcs.

Hundreds of years later, the orcs gradually recaptured this place. In order to commemorate the giant, they took this name, which has been passed down to this day.

The wind is howling, and in this field, the golden wheat waves are undulating in the wind, giving people a broad visual shock.

The gray-white rock fortress is full of green moss, and occasionally traces of grass can be seen. The stone bricks on the ground are bumpy and smooth, telling of its long history. Occasionally, bits of dry soil debris are blown into the shallow pits by the wind, and then float up in the next gust of wind and fall into the endless distance. .

This deserted fortress that no one cared about on weekdays has become lively now, and many teams holding family flags have gradually arrived from all directions and camped here.

Looking at the appearance of the flag and the shield emblem of the soldiers, some experienced nobles could even guess that this was the private army or legion of that family.

The Sword and Spear Guards of the Klass family, the Flaming Falcon cavalry of the Gekuan family, the Serpent and Sword infantry knights of the Tolbo family, and even the white dove tax collector of the Sirier family... Wait, look at these elite private armies , it is really a grand gathering of old-fashioned aristocrats.

Although there were not many troops stationed here originally, the granary was well constructed. After all, the Gaodan Plain was the main grain producing area of ​​the empire, supplying the prosperous central provinces. Stationed here, you don't have to worry about the supply of food, which is why the royal family chose this place.

Among the flags, two should stand out, and their size and style should be far superior to the others.

One of them is a black raven with a gray background, and one of its knights in black armor is silent, exuding a chilling breath, making it difficult for others to approach.

The other is a knight in majestic white lion armor. They have cloaks with lion heads on their shoulders. On one side of the war horse is a large round shield that looks like a white marble. The middle of the round shield is carved with an angry lion head.

The former is the Black Death Knights under the Northern Trey family, and the latter is the White Lion Knights of the Salius family. Now the heirs of these two great families are riding

They rode their horses side by side on the grasslands, followed by a few knights behind them.

"It would be better to leave the imperial capital this time later. Do you think so, Jie Lann, hehe."

Elon rode a tall black-maned horse and turned his head to look at the blond man beside him. This is the eldest son of the Griffin family, who has just gotten engaged to Miss Faxiner from the Trey family in the imperial capital.

"Due to the mission." Jerain slowly stopped on the hill on his horse, overlooking the vast and fertile world in the distance.

"Yeah, because of the mission."

Elon seemed emotional. Although he is the heir to the Trey family who is envied by outsiders, he is probably the only one who knows the enormous pressure he has endured over the years.

For the benefit of his family, he was not good at speaking, and he was not allowed to come to the imperial capital to deal with the major nobles, and he had to worry about purchasing and collecting food from various sources to supply the northern leaders who were affected by the cold disaster.

If a student who used to study with Elon at Emenas would be surprised to see what he looks like now.

The son of the duke, who used to be sullen and taciturn, has now become more flexible and mellow, and is skilled in communicating and negotiating with representatives of all parties.

Compared to General Bazel, who had only one Sequence 7 and brought only one holy relic, there are now 8 Sequence 7 masters in this coalition, and three holy relics, and all the Sequence 4 elite knights There are also several regiments, and their strength is not only several times, but far superior to and even crushing the previous counter-insurgency army.

Moreover, this is also the result of the big families not trusting the royal family and only using a small amount of power. The inheritance of the empire for nearly a thousand years, the accumulated power is far from being exhausted after two battles.

After gradually assembling, these colorful armies finally pulled out their camp and headed towards the south, step by step.

Under the desolate and distant sky, the poets who accompanied the army played the folk tunes and told the touching stories and poignant legends of the ancient poetry collection.

Chapter 217 The City of Typhon