The soldiers in the barracks watched the cremation scene in silence, and their morale dropped a lot.
"We can't continue like this, we have to make changes."
After suffering various ambushes and attacks, the Fairywood army simply stopped where it was and stopped attacking blindly. Instead, it began to reorganize its logistics routes, set up guard points along the way, and consolidate the areas that had been liberated before.
They promoted the new ideas to the local people in the north and began to carry out actual construction, paving wide and direct roads, producing small factories for daily necessities, building stylish but sturdy and warm houses, etc. Although the effects were slow to show, they were simple and practical.
At the same time, as Fairywood gradually established good relations with the local residents, it also gradually became familiar with the daily routines of the North.
"It's time to fight back."
In March of the following year, the weather gradually warmed up, the snow began to melt, and the troops that had previously secured strongholds and camps finally began to attack.
The iron-gray dragon-wing aircraft roared across the sky, scouting the terrain and enemy forces below, and constantly gathering the movements of the Northern Alliance forces to the rear until a suitable attack plan was arranged.
The flames of war broke out again. In Hanfeng Territory, under the castle of Viscount Bran, teams of soldiers ran forward braving the artillery fire from the city walls. Dragon-wing planes in the sky circled and swooped down, dropping bombs with a whistling roar, blowing a huge gap in the city wall. Then the soldiers rushed in and started a fierce battle with the noble guards inside.
Bullets flew, and the sounds of shooting and explosions were everywhere. After rushing into the city, some soldiers started close combat in the alleys with the guards. The bayonets on the muskets were like long spears, clenched together, and charged forward. The other side also waved heavy axes and fought with these Fairy Wood soldiers.
Hot blood splattered on the cold bricks and snow, the soldiers shouted and rushed towards each other, and lives flashed and disappeared at this moment.
"This is war. Death is inevitable, but it is also a kind of glory."
There were several braziers in the cold hall, and the dark red flames illuminated the figure at the top, giving it a faint red glow.
The Duke of Raven, wearing a gray-blue fur cloak, sat on the black throne. On both sides of him stood majestic northern nobles. Most of them wore thick fur coats with sturdy and finely textured armor underneath.
At this moment, a woman in her 20s was standing in the center of the hall. She was a witch from the North, begging the Duke of Raven to end the current war to avoid more casualties.
However, the Duke of Raven coldly and directly rejected such a request.
It is a joke to ask him to kneel down and beg for mercy to those young people in the south, surrender completely and accept the conditions of reform.
His ancestors were descendants of the Mercury Dynasty, having endured countless hardships, defeated countless races, and achieved countless glories. Hundreds of years ago, they finally emerged from the Isle of Eternal Darkness and gained the right to live on this land once again. And now, someone, with just a few words, wanted him to give up his sovereignty, accept their wishes, and hand over the power of life and death to them. How could this be possible?
Who can predict whether the other party will go back on their word or keep their promise? All of this is too unreliable to affect the balance in his heart.
Admittedly, Fairywood was a good organization, but it had not even been established for ten years and was not even as old as his son. Now they were actually trying to persuade him to surrender. This sounded so ridiculous and like an insult.
"I don't know if this is your personal opinion or if it represents the opinions of the witch faction behind you, but I will not agree to such a proposal."
After venting his anger, the duke's tone softened a little. After all, the witch in front of him had made a lot of contributions to the North, otherwise she would not have the chance to stand here.
"Back off, it's too late to talk about this anymore."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke." The witch sighed, knowing that she could not change the king's mind, so she could only leave silently.
After the witch walked out of the hall, Duke Raven closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, then opened his eyes.
"What is the response from the wizards in the Northern Tower now?" he asked the recorder standing beside him.
"That's what the Chief Wizard replied."
"Although the secret art of necromancy is powerful, its cruel nature is no longer easily accepted by the world. If you decide to use it, even if you win, you will face attacks from all sides. The Angel Church, the elves, and even the wizard kingdoms of the Southern Islands will all go to war with us."
"Oh, I heard something like this many years ago."
Although the chief wizard's words were not a lie, Duke Raven still felt depressed. He had such a deadly weapon in his hand, but he could only put it aside and wait quietly for the failure to end.
Why the northern nobles, who are the remnants of the Mercury Dynasty, do not see the hordes of undead all over the mountains after the war has begun? It is because of the restrictions imposed by all parties on the secret arts of undead in the past.
Although the Mercury Dynasty was glorious, its historical background was also extremely cruel. Many of the necromancy techniques used challenged today's ethics, irritated the public, and were difficult to accept and recognize.
Similarly, the one who became the head of the northern nobles was the Duke of Raven, a Death Knight, rather than other families of Necromancers.
Even though the Undead Sequence can still be researched and slowly developed in the North, its use and performance have been restricted by various parties and cannot be easily mobilized, unless, unless it is the end of the Chaos Disaster, when there is no hope.
"In that case, we can only try our best."
After a long time, the Raven Duke opened his tired eyes, slowly swept his gaze over the lords present, and then stood up.
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