After the defeat in Silver Peak Province, the assembled legions of the Empire fled in all directions. Many of them were trampled to death, and many were captured by the "Fairy Tree" organization. As a result, less than half of the number of legions that escaped returned in the end, and their morale was completely gone. Many of them had abandoned their weapons and needed to be re-equipped.
"So, applying to come back early was indeed the right choice."
In a tavern in Titania, a wizard in a dark red robe was drinking a low-alcohol drink at the bar, gently shaking the orange-red liquid in the glass and sniffing the fruity aroma and wine flavor.
"Teacher, what will happen in the future? What if that organization attacks the imperial capital?" Behind the wizard, a young woman holding a book asked worriedly.
"Ajelina, your worries are unnecessary. Although the empire suffered a crushing defeat this time, it is not yet a threat to its foundation." The wizard shook his head slightly, indicating that he was the one who understood everything.
"Not to mention that the remaining three of the four dukes have yet to make a move. Even the royal family has a lot of hidden cards they haven't used yet. At the very least, they still have the allies of the forest elves. Those elves may look gentle, but they are very formidable in a real fight."
"In that case, why does the Regent act so... uh, not strong?" The young woman whispered, looking around and continuing when no one paid attention.
"That's just that he doesn't want to play those cards."
"There are two kinds of people in the world. One kind always likes to keep some good things for themselves, so that they can feel at ease. It's like eating grapes. They will save the delicious and big ones for last."
"Although Edren is more sensible than his brothers, he also has many concerns. He is always reluctant to completely offend others or do things to the extreme. This is certainly conducive to stability, but sometimes it is inevitable that he will procrastinate and make people look down on him." The wizard evaluated the current regent nonchalantly, as if he was looking at a child. Perhaps considering his age and experience, the other party is indeed a child.
"He won't use those trump cards unless it's absolutely necessary, and this is indeed a good opportunity for him to leverage the power of those great nobles to quell the rebellion."
"It's no longer the same as before the Western Expedition. While the southern border has been devastated by chaos, it has also created a lot of unowned land. He can use it as a bargaining chip to feed and balance the nobles on all sides."
“It feels very despicable.”
"That's right, politics is like this. We are just mortals and cannot create any huge cake. We can only use despicable means to attack each other in the leftovers and snatch those few delicious meat pies." As he said this, the wizard picked up the steak in front of him with a fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with a satisfied sound.
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A new round of recruitment and mobilization began.
After the agreement between the royal family, the three dukes, and many great nobles, all parties began to send out their legions and combat forces, gradually converging towards the central city of Typhon.
Typhon, a long, narrow fortress on the plains of Gordhan, takes its name from an ancient giant.
It is said that in the early days of the First Age, a powerful warrior of the Giant King's Court named Typhon led his people to fight against the elves here to defend this fertile land.
Unfortunately, this powerful Titan, who was said to have fire-breathing eyes, a black tongue, and a body covered with feathers and wings, was defeated and killed on the battlefield. The silver elves' cavalry broke through everything. Those exquisite enchanted weapons, like works of art, killed these once powerful giants.
After his death, the last remaining strength of the Giant King's Court disappeared. They fled to the more remote southern jungles and mountains and began to support their once weak pets, the orcs.
Hundreds of years later, the orcs gradually took back this place and named it in memory of the giant, and it has been passed down to this day.
The wind was howling, and on this field, golden waves of wheat undulated in the wind, giving people a vast visual shock.
The grayish-white rock fortress, its cracks filled with green moss, and even the occasional trace of grass. The stone bricks on the ground were bumpy yet smooth, telling of their long history. Occasionally, bits of dry earth were blown by the wind and rolled into the shallow pits, only to be lifted up by the next gust of wind and fall into the endless distance.
This usually deserted fortress has now become bustling with activity. Many teams holding family flags are coming from all directions and setting up camp here.
Looking at the flag and the soldiers' shields, some experienced nobles could even guess that this was the family's private army or legion.
The Sword and Lance Guards of the Kras Family, the Flame Falcon Cavalry of the Gekuan Family, the Snake Sword Infantry Knights of the Tolber Family, and even the White Dove Tax Collectors of the Cyril Family... and so on. Looking at these elite private army legions, it was truly a grand gathering of old-fashioned nobles.
Although the original garrison here was small, the granary was well-equipped. After all, the Gaodan Plains was the empire's primary grain-producing area, supplying the prosperous central provinces. Stationed here, there was no need to worry about food supplies, which was why the royal family chose this location.
Among all the flags, two are particularly conspicuous, and their specifications and styles are far superior to the others.
One of them was a black raven with a gray background. The knights under its command were all dressed in black armor and remained silent. They exuded a cold and murderous aura, making it difficult for others to approach.
The other group was composed of knights wearing majestic white lion armor. They had cloaks with lion heads on their shoulders, and a large round shield as white as marble was hung on one side of their warhorse. In the middle of the round shield was carved a lion's head with angry eyes, which looked extremely majestic.
The former were the Black Death Knights of the northern Treyi family, while the latter were the White Lion Knights of the Salus family. Currently, the heirs of these two great families rode side by side across the grasslands, each followed by several knights.
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