Isaiah, the third son of Baron Boris, was born into an ordinary aristocratic family in the West. After his sister married Earl Wolfthorn, the family began to prosper.
Count Wolfthorn was a close vassal of the Duke of Griffin. Under his influence, he gave Isaiah a letter of recommendation that ordinary nobles would find difficult to obtain, allowing him to study at Emenas.
In school, the handsome and talented third son of the baron began to come into contact with his peers, the top nobles in the West, and gained many friendships.
But these did not make Isaiah develop quickly, because there were too many young people like him in the empire who were of noble birth and graduates of Emenas.
Fortunately, as a native of the Western Territory, he did not participate in the Empire's Western Expedition. After the great changes in heaven and earth, wars broke out one after another, and a large number of talented and outstanding young people died. The available talents in the aristocratic circle also decreased greatly. Then the Empire ceased fighting, internal rebellions, changes in imperial power, and wars in various territories led to the deaths of more and more nobles, and those outstanding people who were placed with high hopes passed away one after another.
By the time the Eastern and Western Empires were established, there were not many young people worth looking forward to in the Western Territory, and this noble young man who graduated from Emenas Pier College was a man of excellent family background.
As the continent's top military academy, the Undying Bridge Academy has trained generations of generals and heroes for various countries and organizations. After taking charge of the army, Isaiah, with his knowledge and command abilities cultivated over the years, began to rise rapidly in the army, becoming one of the new generation of generals after the passing of the three victorious generals in the empire.
After reading the telegram in his hand, Isaiah put down the paper and slowly took a sip of tea. Only then did the female adjutant beside him ask.
"Lord Isaiah, how should we respond now?"
Unfavorable news came one after another from the Western Territory. The two armies broke through the layers of defense and began to approach the heart of the Western Territory, which made many nobles in the Western Territory nervous. This is why, even though there were great risks, they insisted on withdrawing the troops from the front line of the empire.
"We will still proceed according to the original plan." Isaiah answered slowly.
"But... those important people are pressing us very hard. Even the Duke sent us a letter asking about it."
Unlike the calm and composed Isaiah, the bespectacled adjutant seemed a little uneasy and worried.
"No matter how urgent they are, they won't do anything to us at the moment, because we are their only lifeline." Isaiah said slowly as he looked at the scenery outside the window.
"As long as we have this elite force, no one will make things difficult for us."
"Therefore, my order is that upon arrival at Gray Mountain City, the soldiers rest there for three days and no support is provided to any other territories."
"Take over Grizzly Territory, seize the local military supplies, equip the soldiers with the best equipment, and order them to build cannons and reinforce the local fortresses."
"Except for the Duke's letters, there's no need to report telegrams from other nobles to me. I know what they want to say, but it's meaningless."
"Our first step is to build a solid nest in the western territory, a stronghold that can be used by us and produce a constant supply of blood."
"As for those corrupt nobles, of course, I will save them, but not in the way they expected in the past."
After saying this, he drank a sip of tea slowly, then put on the special white military uniform and walked towards the carriage door.
He turned the metal door lock, the closed door opened, and he stepped into the dark carriage.
In the carriage originally used for loading cargo, only a little light came through the gaps in the wooden boards of the carriage, and the interior was dim and turbid. After the young general walked into the carriage, the soldiers leaning against the wall stood up one after another, and the sound of rubbing against each other was heard everywhere.
"General!"
The soldiers lined up in two straight rows in the carriage, standing opposite each other, with their metal guns upright and placed close to their sides, their eyes looking straight ahead. The originally messy and dull scene disappeared in an instant, and the carriage instantly became neat and quiet.
Isaiah looked at these people, raised his right hand, made a simple gesture, and then walked forward slowly. He passed through one carriage after another. The soldiers in the carriages all stood silently, and the officers distributed in each carriage followed behind him until he reached the front of the train.
Amid the roar of steam, a white column of gas rushed up through the mountains. With the roar of machinery, this long black train drove over the mountain rails, continuously moving upwards towards the tall mountain fortress. The grizzly flag on the city tower in the distance was already faintly visible.
The Orange Plain Territory is located south of the Grizzly Territory.
Compared to the large fortress with dense mines in Grizzly Territory, the core of Orange Territory is a huge basin plain in the mountains. It is shaped like a curved snake and is sandwiched between several giant mountains.
This snake-shaped golden plain has a river running through it, and tens of millions of acres of fertile fields are spread across it, with villages and towns scattered around. At the head and tail of the snake, there are two fortresses guarding the pass into the wilderness.
Today, this serpent's tail pass is under fierce attack, and cannons roar across the land, bombarding the solid gray stone walls.
In the castle, the knights riding griffins rose into the air one by one, the griffins' sharp cries filling the sky. The knights holding lightning spears rushed straight to the firing position in the distance. As lightning flashed, the blazing lightning spears shot out, bombarding and piercing the enemies on the ground.
In the rising dust and fog, a rotating airflow dome rose rapidly, blocking the line of sight and hindering the shooting of the lightning gun, reducing casualties.
Facing the attacks of these griffin knights, a knight in pale purple armor stepped onto the battlefield.
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