She Is Not a Witch

After the defeat of Yinding Province, the legions gathered by the empire scattered and fled in all directions. Many of them died in the stampede, and many were captured by the 'Pryasma' organization. People discard their armor and armor and need to re-equip.

"So, applying to come back in advance is indeed the right choice."

In a tavern in Titania, a wizard in a dark red robe was drinking low-alcohol wine at the bar, gently shaking the orange-red liquid in the glass, sniffing the fruity aroma and wine.

"Mentor, what if that organization invades the imperial capital?" Behind the wizard, a young woman holding a book asked worriedly.

"Agelina, then you don't need to worry about it. Although the empire suffered a disastrous defeat this time, it is not a threat to the root." The wizard shook his head slightly, expressing that he was the one who knew 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 cards that they haven't used. The worst thing is the allies of the forest elves. Those elves look gentle, and they are really fighting. It's also pretty tight."

"Then why is the regent acting so... er, not forceful." The young woman looked around in a low voice, and continued when she saw that no one cared.

"It's just that he doesn't want to touch those hole cards."

"There are two kinds of people in the world. There is one kind of people who always like to keep more good things, so that they can feel at ease. It's the same as eating grapes. The delicious ones, big ones, will be kept until the end."

"Although Edron was sensible earlier than his brother, he also has a lot of scruples because of this. He is always unwilling to completely offend people or do things to the extreme. This is certainly conducive to stability, but sometimes it is unavoidable to procrastinate and make people look down upon." The wizard commented on the current Prince Regent indifferently, as if he was looking at a child, or maybe given his age and experience, the other party was indeed a child.

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not use those hole cards, and this is indeed a good step, allowing him to use the power of those great nobles to suppress the rebellion."

"Now it's not before the Western Expedition. Although the southern border has caused destruction due to chaos, there are also many unclaimed lands, which he can use as a price to feed and balance the nobles of all parties."

"It feels disgusting."

"That's right, politics is like this. We are mere mortals, and we can't create any huge cakes. We can only use despicable methods in the leftovers to attack each other and **** the few delicious meat pies." He said, The wizard picked up the steak in front of him with a fork, and then chewed it in his mouth, making a satisfied sound.

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A new round of recruiting and calling has begun.

After the agreement between the royal family and the three dukes, as well as many great nobles, all parties began to send out their armies and forces, gradually converging towards the city of Typhon in the middle.

The city of Typhon, a long and narrow fortress on the plains of Gordan, was named after an ancient giant.

It is said that in the early days of the first era, Typhon, a powerful warrior of the giant court, led his clansmen and elves to fight here to guard this fertile land.

It is a pity that this mighty titan who is said to have fire-breathing eyes, a black tongue, and a body covered with feathers and wings was defeated and died on the battlefield. The iron cavalry of the silver elves destroyed everything. , like a work of art, killing these powerful giants in the past.

After his death, the last remnants of the Giant King's Court also dissipated. They fled to the more remote southern jungles and mountains, and began to support the weak pets in the past, that is, the orcs.

Hundreds of years later, the orcs gradually took back this place. In memory of the giant, they took this name, and it has been passed down to the present.

The wind is howling, and in this field, the golden wheat waves are undulating in the wind, bringing people a broad visual shock.

The gray and white rock fortress is full of green moss between the cracks, and occasionally traces of grass can be seen. The stone bricks on the ground are pitted and smooth, telling its long history. Occasionally, some dry soil debris is blown by the wind and rolled into the shallow pits, and then floats up in the next gust of wind and falls into the endless distance. .

This deserted fortress that no one cares about on weekdays has become lively now, and many teams holding family flags gradually came from all directions to set up camp here.

Looking at the shape of the flag and the coat of arms of the soldiers, some experienced nobles can even guess that this is the private army or legion of that family.

The sword and spear guards of the Claes family, the flame falcon cavalry of the Gekouan family, the serpent sword foot warriors of the Tolbe family, and even the white dove tax collectors of the Cyrière family... Wait, looking at these elite private army regiments, It's really a grand gathering of veteran nobles.

Although the original garrison here was not many, the granaries were well built. After all, the Gaodan Plain was the main grain production area of ​​the empire, supplying the prosperous central provinces. Stationed here, there is no need to worry about food supplies, which is why the royal family chose this place.

Among the flags, if there are two that should be particularly conspicuous, their size and style should be far superior to the others.

One of them is a black raven with a gray background, and the knights in black armor under it are silent, exuding a cold and murderous aura, making it difficult for others to approach.

The other is knights wearing majestic white lion armor. They have capes with lion heads on their shoulders. On one side of the horses are large round shields that look like marble and white.

The former is the Black Death Knights under the Northern Trey Family, and the latter is the White Lion Knights of the Salius Family. Now the heirs of the two great families are riding side by side on the grassland, with several knights behind them.

"It would have been nice to leave the capital later this time, don't you think, Jay Lanen, ha ha."

Elon was riding a tall horse with a black mane, and turned his head to look at the blond man aside. This was the eldest son of the Griffon family, and he had just been engaged to Miss Faxiner of the Trey family in the imperial capital.

"Due to mission." Gelann rode his horse and stopped slowly on the hill, overlooking the vast and rich world in the distance.

"Yes, due to the mission."

Elon seemed to be emotional. Although he is the heir to the Trey family envied by outsiders, I am afraid that only he knows the tremendous pressure he has endured over the years.

For the benefit of his family, he was not good at words, so he was not allowed to come to the imperial capital to deal with the nobles, and he had to worry about purchasing and collecting food from various sources to supply the northern territories that were hit by the cold disaster.

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The duke's son, who used to be silent and taciturn, has become flexible and mellow, skillfully communicating and negotiating with representatives of all parties.

Compared to General Bazel, who only had one Sequence 7 and only brought one sacred object, there are currently eight Sequence 7 masters in this coalition, three sacred objects, and all elite knights with Sequence 4 There are also several regiments, and their strength is not only multiplied several times, but far superior to and even crushed by the previous counter-insurgency army.

Moreover, this is the result of the big families not trusting the royal family very much and only putting out a small amount of power. The power accumulated by the empire for nearly a thousand years is far from being exhausted in one or two battles.

After gradually gathering, these colorful troops finally pulled out their camps and marched towards the south step by step.

Under the desolate and distant sky, the poets accompanying the army played folk tunes, telling touching stories and poignant legends in the ancient poetry collection.

Chapter 217 The City of Typhon