Chapter 363 Triumphal Ceremony

"Good news! The Kingdom's troops, led by Marshal Doro, won a great victory over the coalition forces!"

"His Majesty Cassius defeated the 'Silver Wing' Osedro and won a glorious victory!"

"The Kingdom's army is advancing on multiple fronts and is about to occupy the entire Northland!"

"Grand Duke Leo, the supreme ruler of the Northland, colluded with the devil and then mysteriously disappeared - is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"

The shouts and hawking of newsboys resounded throughout the streets of Northwind Castle.

The news of the Kingdom's victory had already spread throughout Northwind Castle, but people were not surprised by it, because victory was already a matter of course in their eyes - what was more important was to seize the fruits of victory.

All factories accelerated production to cope with the vast dumping market that was about to be owned and the consumption boom brought about by the war.

The prosperity of the military industry has driven the development of related industries, such as steel, manufacturing, machinery and other industries. The development of these industries has brought more employment opportunities and economic growth.

Even some smart businessmen have begun to set off for the cities in the Northland, striving to build factories in these newly occupied cities and seize land in advance.

Various war-related products are also very popular, allowing some vendors to make a lot of money, and some even make a lot of money by relying on war bonds before the war.

This is the extremely terrifying point of the Burning Kingdom in the eyes of the northern nobles - the war will not only not weaken its national strength, but also make it prosperous for a short time, and even ease the original social contradictions.

Compared with the Northland, which is in a mess due to grain collection, the kingdom is like a war machine that never tires.

At this moment, a grand triumphal ceremony is being held at the gate of North Wind Castle.

"They are back!"

"It's the Kingdom's troops!"

"It's so impressive, I also want to join the army."

"Is that Marshal Doro? The legendary jealous war - well, why are you covering my mouth?"

"Are you going to die? Dare to say that name? Be careful that the military department will come to you!"

The infantry, mainly composed of humans, hobgoblins, and tieflings, lined up in regular squares. They followed the drums and marched in neat steps, gradually approaching North Wind Castle.

And Doro was at the back of the square, riding on the back of a huge and strong heavily armored ground dragon beast.

Suddenly, there was a stronger commotion in the crowd - it turned out that surrounded by a group of mages and guards, the ogre wizard Rump smiled and waved to the crowd, floating in the air and slowly flying.

"Look! That's Lord Rump! Lord Rump actually came to greet him in person!"

"That's the chief minister of the kingdom!"

"What a high standard, there are actually two dukes."

Accompanied by the passionate triumphal music of the half-sheep people, under the attention of tens of thousands of people, Doro and Rump met again.

For some reason, Rump felt a little sad.

When they first met, he was just a slightly smarter ogre, and the other party was a big goblin leader who was so poor that he only had goblins under his command, and he always suppressed him.

And now, they have stood at the pinnacle of power in the entire Anzeta Desert, and can easily decide the fate of countless people.

But his position was still higher than the other party. As the first follower of the red dragon, he would always be the winner.

Rumple thought so, but on the surface he politely congratulated him calmly.

"Congratulations to Marshal Doro for his triumphant return. This is really a blessing for the whole kingdom."

"No, no, it's my honor that Lord Rumple can come here to greet me in person."

Marshal Doro jumped off the back of the earth dragon beast, walked a few steps to Rumple, held Rumple's big hands with both hands, and a ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face.

Rumple nodded slightly, and a flash of smile appeared in his eyes.

The ogre knew that Doro had always had the ambition to replace him, and the clan forces they controlled also had many conflicts, and open and secret struggles often occurred.

But now, Doro has completely buried these thoughts in his heart.

Having been in a high position for a long time, the earth elf marshal is no longer as happy as he was ten years ago. He knew that it was not a good thing to show a "jealous and barbaric" image in front of the people, and it would be even worse if it reached the ears of Cassius.

Therefore, although both of them had ulterior motives, they were happy and tacit on the surface.

"Marshal Doro, your military exploits have spread throughout the kingdom, and His Majesty has praised you highly." Rump said, "Next, the kingdom still needs your strength to stabilize the situation in the north."

Marshal Doro nodded solemnly and said seriously: "I will do my best to serve the kingdom loyally."

With the return of the army, the celebration of North Wind Castle reached a climax.

"For the Kingdom of Burning Embers!"

"Victory! Victory!"

"Return in triumph!"

People flocked to the streets, cheering and celebrating the victory, and Doro and Rump became the focus of people's heated discussions.

However, behind this jubilation, there are also some unknown undercurrents - a few months later, the news of Osedro's escape and the defeat of the coalition forces spread to all parts of the Feanso continent.

This remote kingdom has also received attention from various forces on the continent, and countless eyes of all kinds have been cast one after another.

Among the cheering crowd, a thin figure struggled to squeeze out of the crowded crowd and raised his hands high - it was Misha.

"Lord Trump! I want to see His Majesty!"

Misha shouted with all her might.

However, her voice was drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers, and her petite figure was drowned in the enthusiastic crowd.

Rump was the chief minister of the kingdom, and countless people had requests for him.

At such a grand event, no one would care about an eight or nine-year-old girl, let alone listen to what she said.

"My Lord!"

"My Lord Rump! Look at me, Lord Rump!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Rump slowly flew through the air with his staff, showing a self-proclaimed gentle smile and waving to the citizens around him.

The tall and strong citizens squeezed to the front of the team with their physical advantages, while the thin Misha was quickly squeezed to the back.

The crowd in front of her was like a high wall, directly blocking her sight and blocking her behind.

"Don't, don't block me."

"I want to see Lord Rump!"

Misha was so anxious that she was about to cry.

This was a rare opportunity for her as a civilian to contact Lord Rump. Once she missed it, she didn't know when she would have to wait.

And by then, her revenge would be out of the question.

"What should I do?"

Misha lowered her eyes, bit her lips, and her clenched fists trembled slightly.

Finally, Misha seemed to have made up her mind, raised her head resolutely, and tears rolled in her slightly red eyes. (End of this chapter)