Chapter 191 The Blood of Nobles!

"Oh! Goddess of Nature! I have never seen such a crazy scene in my life! Are these refugees? Roland, are you kidding me?" Verve, who led the prairie elf rangers to the top of the city, originally planned to help. Roland's, but this scene instantly made him lose the courage to continue...

"Oh God! What happened to your Lagrand Kingdom during this time? There are dragons dancing wildly and there is this army of refugees that is comparable to orcs..." Verve stared at the spreading black tide at a loss.

"Don't be poor, how many people are there!" Roland said anxiously. At the critical moment, the elf's keen eyesight is still useful.

"Six thousand as a base...seven thousand as a top!" Fan Erwei said, putting his hand on his forehead.

"Oh my god..." Roland had already despised the damn morally bankrupt system ten thousand times in his heart. If he hadn't been connected to the system, he would have sent the system to see San'er.

"Your Highness..." Nyx appeared on the city wall with the elf dragon in his arms. Zangdu couldn't hide the worry in his eyes. It's strange that Smurf, a proud elf dragon, actually allowed Nyx to hold her... Could it be Does Nyx still have the talent of a Dragon Mage? If that were the case, you would make a lot of money! How powerful a mage who can throw dragon language magic anytime and anywhere is known only to whoever is in the lane.

"Don't worry, go back and stay in the castle..." Roland pointed at the castle that was barely built to the third floor. Although it was not a magnificent building, the castle's reassuring defense was still unique.

"This is so crazy!" Fan Erwei still stayed in the scene of being shocked by the huge crowds of people.

"Hey! Elf King! The refugees are coming to kick your ass!" Roland waved his hand to wake up the sluggish Verve.

"I'm just here to help! I don't want to participate in a war..." The more Verve looked at it, the more unreliable it became. Maybe there will be a Grand Derby later! Not only those soldiers, but also Verve recognized the distinctive rushing infantry of the Lagran Empire.

"It's just the bankrupt version..." Verway muttered after comparing it secretly.

"I didn't let you attack them!" Roland covered his face and couldn't bear to look at them, making himself look like a tyrant.

"What they need is help. What they are in urgent need of is clothes and food! I don't think they want to eat spears and arrows." Roland shrugged.

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"Boom!" A bow and arrow with its tail feathers still trembling flew out and sank straight into the ground in front of the refugees. The fighting spirit poured into it lost its restraint and exploded. The scattered dust and splashing soil obviously frightened the refugees in front. One jump.

"Stop whoever comes! This is the Rapid City that belongs to the Kingdom of Lagrand! The king is among them! Attacking the city wall is considered a conspiracy! Do you want to rebel?" Ormsk stepped on the battlements and shouted angrily, and cooperated With his scattered light, shadow, battle energy, and terrifying sixth-level pressure, everyone was frightened to the spot by him.

"Are you...subjects of the empire?" The wise man Yun Feng said with a trembling voice as he looked at the skinny refugees in dusty clothes.

"The Empire? The Empire is gone a long time ago! We are just children without a home! We just want to live. Being loyal to the king has nothing to do with us!" A man with a vicissitudes of life, a messy beard and long hair, wearing a half-worn t-shirt The plate armor walked out of the team. Listening to his voice, he seemed to be very young.

"I am the current king of Raglan - Roland! I have inherited the mantle of the empire, and I vow to lead my people to glory and rebuild the empire! I understand... you have lived a very hard life these years. You have been wandering for so many years. It's not easy... Now that you have returned to your homeland, I hope you can give me a chance to make it up to you, and I also ask you to give yourself a chance! Come back! Lagrand needs you! Returning wanderers!" Roland said. He said affectionately to the crowded crowd below the city.

"Liar! That's what the nobles said back then! I hope we can stay and resist until the end! But so many of us have died... we still can't protect anything! We don't need your compensation, we only hope you can give us Some supplies...we are going to Gondor!" This young man with long golden hair stood up. He was silent for a moment and then shouted excitedly towards the city.

"So! What about those so-called nobles who deceived you? They all died on the battlefield on the opposite side? Not one of the great lords retreated! They and the warriors of the empire poured their blood on the entire Northland! You are also a noble, aren't you! Raise your head ! Do you dare to look at this flying dragon flag? Do you still remember what the coat of arms of a nobleman looks like? Do you still remember the glory of being a nobleman? Look down at your armor! If he hadn't ripped it off from the dead You should be able to understand the meaning of the coat of arms on the chest! That is the glory of the nobility!" Roland reprimanded angrily, and he found that the young man's plate armor actually had the coat of arms of the nobility! If he hadn't been ripped off from a dead person, then his ancestor would have been at least a duke-level figure!

Although the plate armor is somewhat old, it does not feel dilapidated under the erosion of the years. The noble crest on the chest has long lost its gorgeous color, but isn't that dim crest an accumulation of heritage?

"A wandering lion?" Kaslo's pupils shrank for an instant, and then he turned sharply to look at Ormsk, only to find that Ormsk also raised his head and looked at him in shock.

"It's that family! Do you recognize it?" Kaslo was trembling with excitement.

"How can this family still have descendants... They should have perished with Lagrand City!" Ormsk took a breath and said in horror.

"Alas...the glory of the King's Landing Lion Family was trampled under your feet and lost..." Roland said solemnly, looking at the lonely figure.

Roland obviously recognized the coat of arms at a glance. Who in the game didn't recognize you back then? The King of Lions... the Lion Duke of the Lagrand Empire, the peerless being who led 1,000 Golden Lion Knights to attack an army of millions of Orcs in the defense of Lagrand City... That coat of arms is the same as the Lagrand Dragon Flag. Suppressing an era together... Although it is unclear what kind of memory the system instills in them in this world, the meaning of this wandering lion does not feel that it will change.

"You don't understand anything! You have no right to ask us to pay for this country anymore! The King's Lion family has already done this for this country! This land has shed all its blood! My ancestor is the only one left alive in the entire duchy! The family! Everyone is dead!" The young man roared angrily, like an angry lion.

"The Emperor is also dead! I am the only one left with the bloodline of all the great lords of Raglan! The inheritance of the Emperor's blood has been cut off! Who knows! Who knows that no one in the royal family survives? Who knows that the last Royal Knights are guarding the last royal family The bloodline died in the war? There is no royal family in Lagrand anymore! If even the royal family died in the war! Then what can you complain about... What about the princes and kings who died in the war? Now there are only people with royal blood flowing in their bodies. Two people!" Roland yelled crazily and with disbelief!

This is the reason why Roland flew the flag of the Kingdom of Lagrand instead of the flag of the Empire, because there is no longer a royal family with the blood of the emperor in the world. The system just told Roland that his bloodline comes from the royal family of the Lovanian Kingdom. There is no royal family in the entire Middle-earth!

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