These were the 'Fire-Eyed Orioles'. Like nightingales, they traversed mountains and forests, secretly delivering messages from the imperial capital and other provinces to appease the anxious or uneasy new nobles.
For this reason, in the early days, the nobles attached great importance to the Fire-Eyed Warbler, investing heavily in it and sponsoring its development. It could be said that at that time, the Fire-Eyed Warbler was a semi-official organization in the Southern Territory, acting as the eyes and ears of the local nobles.
They used this to understand the situation in the imperial capital and to be aware of the major and minor events happening in the southern border, making their rule more stable.
However, this close cooperative relationship gradually began to fade over time. The nobles settled down for a long time, gradually becoming familiar with the land, establishing private armies and a solid ruling system, and also gaining access to information through other channels, no longer relying entirely on this organization.
Furthermore, the Pascal family, which was gradually integrating the southern border, could not tolerate such a large intelligence organization operating within its fiefdom. Successive Red Dragon Dukes began to both attack and persuade the organization, hoping to completely subjugate it for their own use.
This process was almost successful because the increasingly weak 'Fire-eyed Warbler' also needed a backer.
It's a pity that the war changed too many things. The Pascal family with a black background and red dragon went from prosperity to decline, the situation in the southern border was reshuffled, and the legions directly under the royal family began to move in, and everything changed again.
Just as Loran Hill was recalling the information he had recently obtained, a roar came from the square.
"Master Mo Ruo, are you really going to push us into a dead end?"
Inside the arena, a dozen or so formerly agile 'Fire-Eyed Oriole' Transcendents had collapsed to the ground. Only a handful of them remained standing, and all of them were wounded. Surrounding these, in addition to the original guards and black-clad sergeants, were a dozen or so soldiers in bright red uniforms.
Their movements of drawing their guns and shooting were extremely standard and steady. It could be guessed that these soldiers of War Sequence 3 were all elite from the empire.
One of the officers in red held his saber straight out at his side, looking at the people falling in front of him, drops of blood rolling down from the tip of the blade.
"Nothing more than that." He glanced at the members of the 'Fire-Eyed Oriole' with contempt, then put away the knife and slowly put it back on his waist.
"Tie them up and take them away."
"Yes, sir." The soldiers behind him obeyed the order and immediately began to act.
The only person still standing in the open space was the mature woman with the scarlet sword. Her condition wasn't much better, though. Her messy blond hair was stained with traces of blood, and she stared intently at the approaching red-clad officer.
"You are not Viscount Mo Ruo's man, but the Regent's." There are only a handful of officers above Sequence 6 in the Southern Territory. How could this person come here?
"That's right. Although Your Highness is not in the southern border, he is still very interested in organizations like yours. If you know what's good for you, you'd better lay down your weapons. This will be good for you and your companions." He held the scabbard in front of him and looked down at the other party with ease.
"Tsk..." The woman spat after hearing the answer. Although she was dissatisfied, she didn't say anything to refute it for the time being. She really needed to consider the lives of her companions and couldn't act recklessly.
"Thank you very much for your kindness, Your Majesty the Regent. However, I cannot let go and surrender." As he spoke, the loud eagle cry sounded again in the sky.
Then a swift black shadow swooped down from the sky, piercing through the damp, cold air of the mountain forest before swooping down towards the square. It was an extraordinary black eagle, renowned for its speed.
Seeing that the woman was about to escape with the help of the Black Hawk, the red-clad soldiers began to take aim, their fingers gradually pressing on the triggers, and the alchemical magic crystal guns in their hands gradually charged.
"Stop." The officer pulled out the knife again and placed it across the muzzle of the gun, asking them to stop shooting.
"Let her go."
"Yes, sir." The soldiers immediately obeyed the order and put away their magic crystal guns.
Accompanied by the long eagle cry roaring in the mountains, the woman took off again with the help of the monster under her, but compared to her high spirits when she took off, she was now in a much more embarrassed state.
"Let her go. I think we also need a messenger to pass the message back so that we can negotiate with this organization faster." Looking at the black shadow going away in the sky, the officer turned around and spoke easily.
"Now, let's spend a few days of leisure in this small mountain village." He ignored Viscount Mo Ruo's men and left with them. By the way, the members of the 'Fire-Eyed Warbler' were also tied up and taken away by his soldiers.
For these elite legions directly under the royal family, Viscount Moro's treasures and little thoughts are really not worth their attention.
They had suppressed several rebellions of great nobles in the southern border and had seen countless amounts of seized property and treasures. To be honest, there wasn't much to behold.
Perhaps in the past, it was rare and extraordinary weapons and armor, or rare and extraordinary skills.
But times have changed.
The extraordinary skills of the past are no longer applicable, and everything has to start from scratch. It is hard to say whether the rare extraordinary weapons in the past will perform well under the concentrated fire of the magic crystal guns.
It's just a matter of firing a few more rounds.
This is the surplus that the Southern Legion has now. After absorbing the advanced tactics and systems accumulated during the war, it began to crush the old forces within the empire in turn.
After the fall of the Pascal family, which had once held the same potential, the other nobles in the southern border were no longer able to counter the pressure from the central royal family. They either sided with the royal family, relinquishing most of their power and fiefdoms, or rebelled, becoming the corpses crushed under the chariots of war.
"it's over."
As the scene outside the window gradually quieted down, the originally quiet environment in the restaurant became lively again, and everyone began to talk about these elite soldiers from the capital of Longyi Province.
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