The Duke of the North stared at the Marquis of Cambridge for a while, then nodded and said, "You are much smarter than me."

"What do you want?" The Grand Duke of the North turned to look at Luther. Even in the current situation, he would not surrender. If he had to be stabbed, he would just die quickly.

The Duke of the North would never bow down.

"I want to establish the Prussian Pompeii Dynasty. Although I have a magic city, I don't have a legendary battle force as a facade. Humanity has three kingdoms, and I don't want to be looked down upon by other kingdoms."

Luther put his hands behind his back, his eyes were steady and his tone was calm.

Luther is now as calm as a king, even though he has just pacified Cambridge, the two super nobles in the North, and is about to attack the Kingdom of Prussia.

"You want the Grand Duke of the North, the Marquis of Cambridge to serve you?" The Grand Duke of the North's voice was a little sharp, and his expression was very rebellious and proud.

"I don't care." The Marquis of Cambridge shrugged and raised his right hand.

He is even more shameless than the Duke of the North. If it means survival, then serving the Pompeii dynasty seems to be nothing.

"Yes. I have built a luxurious mansion for you, the Marquis of Cambridge, the legendary Frost Knight Mr. Fisger, the legendary Dark Knight Mr. Adam, and the Thunder Knight Mr. Bill in the Magic City of Pompeii. We signed a magic contract for a period of one hundred years. During this period of one hundred years, you cannot leave Pompeii. After one hundred years, I will set you free. In return, I will spare your lives and your family members."

Luther nodded.

Surrender!

Or perish! Luther's words were euphemistic, but the original meaning was still this. At present, the Pompeii family is still too weak, and Luther hopes to have a few legends as a fighting force.

And in this magical city of Pompeii, Luther was not afraid of these legends rebelling.

Besides, there is the magic contract.

"Aren't you worried that if you let us go a hundred years later, we will gather together and take revenge on you?"

The Duke of the North raised his head and said defiantly.

"How many years has it been since Pompey became the King of Orange? In a hundred years, I might already be a high-level legend. I certainly won't be afraid of you."

Luther smiled confidently.

For Luther, dominating Prussia was only a starting point. His future held a bright future, the entire universe, for a hundred years?

A hundred years is a very long time for mortals, but for Luther Pompey, time will pass quickly and his strength will increase rapidly.

Now he needs the Grand Duke of the North and the Marquis of Cambridge as the face of the dynasty, but a hundred years later, Luther Pompey will surely be a legend.

Even a high-level legend.

Even the strongest.

By then, the little Duke of the North, the Marquis of Cambridge, although he is a legend, is no different from an ant in front of me. What is there to be afraid of? The Duke of the North remained silent. Indeed.

Who could have expected that a small knight family would develop to its current level in just over a decade.

A battle magic city!!!

Even the Prussian royal family spent a thousand years trying to achieve this.

At this moment, it can be said that one has to bow his head under the eaves. The Grand Duke of the North himself does not care, but their Northland family has lasted for a thousand years and has a large population.

If he leads his people to fight to the death rather than surrender, the Northern family will surely be wiped out.

Although the Duke of the North is strong, he cannot do this.

"Wait a minute, let's go back to Cambridge to pick up Mr. Bill, the legendary Thunder Knight."

Luther smiled, then said to Pompeii Tower: "Teleport!"

There are eight legends in the kingdom, three in the North, two in Cambridge, and three in the kingdom. When attacking Cambridge, it was too easy to capture the Marquis of Cambridge, so Knight Bill was not taken away. Luther planned to return to capture Thunder Knight Bill first.

Soon after, the Magic City of Pompeii returned to the skies above Cambridge, bringing with it the legendary Thunder Knight, Mr. Bill, a powerful man with a steely look.

After the surrender of the Marquis of Cambridge, he did not flee, but remained in the city of Cambridge.

With these five legends, Luther ordered Pompeii to descend on the royal capital to fight Odin III.

………………..The royal capital, still the same royal capital.

Despite the great battle of the capital, the Kingdom of Prussia, with its financial resources, repaired the capital in a short period of time, but many people died.

There were even some families that were completely destroyed because of the last battle in the royal capital.

This king's city is a magic city. From the city strength to the tower spirit carrier, it is the same as the magic city of Pompeii. The only difference is the energy core and defense power.

This magic city is an "energy furnace" and a "secondary energy gate".

It is an ancient and backward technology, not a combat magic city.

One of the eight nobles of the kingdom, the Marquis of Shillington. This Marquis, who had fought against Old Sol and had a grudge against the Pompeii family, was lucky. He survived the last battle in the capital.

But he was also seriously injured and it took him seven or eight years to recover.

In the study on the second floor of the Shillington family's mansion, the Marquis of Shillington was drinking tea, black tea with milk.

After finishing his tea, the Marquis of Shillington came to the window, opened it and looked at the sun. It was a nice day with a bright sunshine.

"It's a blessing to be alive." Marquis Shillington sighed.

After experiencing that terrible war, his character and temper became more moderate. In that war, the title knight was really no better than a dog, and many of his old buddies with the same fighting power as him died in the capital.

You are lucky to be alive.

If the Marquis of Shillington had changed his character and temper now, he probably would not have fought a great war with the Pompey family.

"Your Excellency the Marquis, the king is holding a royal meeting in the palace hall. Please arrive within three minutes." The cold voice of Wangdu Talling sounded in the ears of Marquis Shillington.

"A royal conference????" Marquis Shillington was a little surprised. Ever since the battle in the royal capital, the king was injured and the kingdom has never held a royal conference again.

"Is the New Party making a comeback? That's terrible." Marquis Shillington was horrified when he thought of the last battle in the royal capital.

But he is also an important figure in the kingdom after all. He is a knight with a title second only to the king, prime minister, etc., and the Marquis of Shillington, one of the eight nobles.

I still have some of this kind of nature.

He took a deep breath and calmed down. Then, after a little preparation, he turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the palace hall. Over the entire capital, many gusts of wind rushed towards the palace hall.

It was as if the gods had returned!!! Soon after Marquis Shillington arrived at the hall, all the important figures in the kingdom had gathered.

(End of this chapter)