In the central area of ​​the Sighing Mountains, towering peaks stretch endlessly. Below the peaks is a river nearly a thousand meters wide. On both sides of the winding river is an alluvial plain, which is smaller in the south and larger in the north. A magnificent bridge spans the two banks, connecting the north and the south. There are solid bridgeheads on both sides of the bridge, and the entrance gate is even a hundred meters high. Even a dragon can spread its wings and pass through.

With a huge roar, the airship that Loran Hill was on slowly landed. With the sound of slight gear turning, the cabin door slowly opened, and the passengers on the airship walked down the stairs in an orderly manner under the maintenance of the staff.

Walking out of the cabin, Loran Hill was greeted by a lively and noisy scene. People from various countries and races on the continent gathered here. Some of them came to see off the freshmen, some were travelers passing by, and some were businessmen who came specifically to do business during the start of school.

"It's a bit cold."

The grass was covered with morning dew and was still a little wet when stepped on. The air was still chilly. Jenna's coat seemed a little thin. She stomped her feet a little uncomfortably, rubbed her hands, and exhaled white hot air.

Loran Hill walked down the stairs behind him. Outside the airship's landing pad was a group of tents of various sizes. Some people walked in and out of the tents from time to time. Some of them were wearing grassland-style fur coats and had extra ears and horns on their heads. They were orcs from the Gufia Alliance.

When Loran Hill passed by an orc with leopard ears, he could smell the scent of someone who had been with livestock for a long time, mixed with the smell of grass. It was obvious that he was a herdsman.

The number of orcs in Ivar's world has greatly decreased since the rise of humans. A thousand years after the fall of the Orcish Mad Fang Empire, human countries today have become much more tolerant of orcs and are no longer so hostile.

Passing through these tents and crowds, there is a circular square in front. Some knights wearing cloaks and armor stand around the square to maintain order. In the middle of the square is a row of tables where the freshmen report.

Loran Hill carried a rattan box and walked to the back of the line, waiting in line. Jenna followed behind. The staff in the front followed the procedure, checking the recommendation letters one by one and asking the freshmen to fill out some information. It was almost an hour before it was Loran Hill's turn.

"Hello, I'm a student from Clansia. This is my letter of recommendation." After saying that, the girl handed over an exquisite black envelope.

"Clanthia? That's really rare."

A white-bearded staff member who was checking the letters was a little surprised. Because of the war between West Wind and Clansia last year, the places originally allocated to West Wind were basically invalidated. By the time Clansia was officially established, the reporting time for recommended places had been missed. Therefore, there were very few students from the original West Wind, or Clansia, this year, and it would probably return to normal next year.

The middle-aged man with a white beard carefully peeled back the ink from the envelope and compared it with the number on the form. Emenas has a fixed number of admissions slots each year, usually allocated in advance to various countries and organizations. Students then submit letters of recommendation, and the college verifies that the number and recommender on the letter match the one issued. This is very similar to the invitation code system in Roland Hill's previous life.

"Okay, registration is complete. Here's your badge. Please keep it safe and gather at the square the day after tomorrow morning."

After recording the girl's information, the gray-bearded uncle handed Loran Hill a white badge with a beautiful pattern of the Emenas Central School building printed on it.

"Hello, I'm Jenna, a freshman from the Black Rock Principality." Following the same process, Jenna also received a badge.

Just as Jenna was looking through the badge, the crowd around her suddenly became noisy, and then she felt a slight vibration under her feet, and a burst of dense horse hoofbeats came from a distance.

A group of knights in brilliant armor advanced in neat formation from afar. Their armor was silver, and their horses were white, each with a single spiral horn. In their right hands, the knights held white lances, the tip a touch of icy blue. In their left, they held shields emblazoned with a white unicorn on a blue background. This was the emblem of the Landsworth family, one of the four great dukedoms of the Verdant Empire.

"Have the Knights of the Landsworthy family come too?"

"It should be a direct descendant of the family who has come to report, otherwise these personal guards would not be dispatched."

"Who could it be? I heard that the Duke of Lansworth's family has elven blood, and the heirs of each generation are all very beautiful."

"The descendants of the Landsworthy family are all very elegant, like graceful and gorgeous poets. I'm so excited. I wonder who will come this time."

"Here I come."

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, this well-disciplined group of knights halted their horses and stood at the edge of the square. A luxurious blue and white carriage also stopped. A pale blue silk skirt peeked out from the door, followed by long golden hair that resembled the sun. Then, the girl raised her head, revealing eyes as blue as lake water. Her stunning beauty stunned everyone present.

“Who is that girl!?”

".......have no idea."

"With such a beautiful face and noble temperament, this person must be a direct descendant of the Landsworthy family, right?"

"Yes, she is the seventh daughter of the Landsworthy family, Frosia, known as the Sun Diamond of the Landsworthy family." Finally, a noble from Cangcui recognized the girl.

The idle people around had been dispersed long ago, and several servants laid a soft red carpet between the carriage and the reporting point. The blonde duchess, wearing blue shoes that were slightly darker than the color of her skirt, stepped onto the carpet and arrived at the reporting point in the square under the protection of the knights.

Loran Hill stood with the crowd, separated by the unicorn knights, watching the beloved duchess walk past.

It is indeed very beautiful, probably even more beautiful than Fengno, Loranhill thought.

roar!

Suddenly, a terrifying roar erupted from the sky, like summer thunder, resounding through the heavens and earth. Some timid people were so frightened that they sat down on the ground. For a moment, the crowd in the square staggered. Where did this roar, like that of an ancient beast, come from? The people present only then noticed several black spots in the eastern sky. Soon, these black spots approached at great speed, and people could see clearly that they were actually a giant dragon soaring in the sky!

The crimson dragon's wingspan was over a hundred meters long as it flew through the clouds. As the sound of the dragon's roar gradually approached, the people on the ground could see clearly that there were people on the dragon's back. Those dragon knights wore golden armor that looked like scales, and held dragon spears with flags in their hands. The flags had a black background and were decorated with patterns of gorse and flying dragons.

These dragons and their dragon riders hailed from the distant East Continent. According to numerous historical records and travelogues, the East Continent was a landmass comparable in size to the West Continent, but it held only one powerful, centralized state: the pro-dragon Plantagenet Dynasty, which had ruled the East Continent for nearly a thousand years.