Chapter 432: Chaos is the ladder

At noon the next day.
Duke Fisher stood in the study window on the third floor, looking down at his castle.
After half a day and a night of refurbishment of the Fortress, most of the damage caused by the battle yesterday has been repaired. Even the city gates that were destroyed by spells were restored by the wizards of Wezeland. Except for some newly built traces, it is nothing like the past. the difference.
The castle can be restored, but the dead cannot come back to life.
Duke Fisher's expression was painful, his gaze flicked over the centaur standing on the guard posts around the castle, over the city wall, and looked across the trench outside the running tent. A simple camp was erected by a continuous tent.
More centaurs were running and training in the wide camp. The shouting and the sound of horse hooves were mixed. The noise made the residents of the castle and nearby cities upset and did not get a good rest all night.
However, it was not the centaur that attracted Duke Fisher the most, but the knights on the bronze pegasus.
And the group of extraordinary warriors in blue armor.
The number of them is small, and they add up to less than two hundred people, but the displayed combat power makes Duke Fisher unforgettable until now. Last night, he found a few mercenaries familiar with the Empire from the city of Barosque. Later, I learned that these two extraordinary legions were private armies created by the Earl of Glamorgan.
One is called the Extreme Battle Group. They are not humans, but barbarians from the Thain Plateau. These two years have risen like comets, even in the empire.
The other is the Gunwing Knights.
They are not as prominent as the Extreme Wars, and their strength is lower, but their unique fighting methods are far beyond any of Congatro's legions.
The soul gun weapons used by the two legions were all from the hands of the Earl of Glamorgan, which caused countless people to spy on him, but behind him was the Wezeland Floating City, so he could keep the secret of soul gun manufacturing.
"Earl of Glamorgan..."
Duke Fisher had complicated eyes.
After understanding, he understood what kind of opponent he met. This young man’s experience is amazing. He was born as a commoner, and he became a holy soul wizard. Within two years, he was promoted to a legendary wizard and entered the Wezeland six-member council. The legendary deeds of the series are like heroes who have emerged from the epic.
The extraordinary mercenaries from the empire last night, when they mentioned the Earl of Glamorgan, all of them were full of joy and admiration.
The last dragonborn had a relationship with such a legend, and brought the wizards to Congatro, and the cold kingdom was destined to not be peaceful.
Unsurprisingly, the relationship between the Earl of Glamorgan and His Royal Highness Emily went far beyond cooperation.
The guards in the castle reported that the two lived in the same bedroom last night and made no secret of their close relationship.
"He is the key to the restoration of the Dragonborn!"
Duke Fisher clarified his thoughts, but his mood was very complicated.
The stronger the Earl of Glamorgan, the greater his background, the higher the possibility of the restoration of the Drogenberg dynasty. As the first Fischer family to pledge allegiance to the dragon, the dragon descended from the throne in the future. You can get more benefits.
However, the unwillingness and resentment in his heart cannot be erased.
Duke Fisher returned to his desk and picked up a briefing. This was a list of losses in the battle at Fort Lauderdale. The most dazzling one was the number of deaths and injuries of the Sturgeon Warrior.
120 people were slightly injured, 45 were seriously injured, and the death toll was close to 300!
Duke Fisher closed his eyes in pain, and the entire River Bend Corps had only more than 1,300 sturgeon warriors, and lost more than 300 people at a time. Since the establishment of the regiment, there has never been such a heavy casualty.
The cultivation of each sturgeon warrior is extremely difficult, and the family has invested an unknown amount of resources and energy.
Duke Fisher can name any sturgeon warrior, know their family background, even remember their parents and wives, teach them and train them by hand, watching them grow, but now they have become more than 300 broken bodies, recalling When he got up, his heart was bleeding.
In addition to the Sturgeon Warriors, there are 1,500 extraordinary people in the River Bend Corps, who also invested a lot of effort, their losses are even greater, and the total casualties exceed 700!
In less than a quarter of an hour, the power of the Fisher family was weakened by 30%.
Not to mention there is a ransom of five million golden dragons.
If the murderer of all this is any family of Congatro, Duke Fisher will continue to die with the enemy, temporarily wronged and beg for all, and will also avenge this revenge.
However, the opponent is from the Empire.
Their strength is so desperate that if you are enemies with them, or take the opportunity to turn back in the future war, the end will only be worse than it is now.
Tuk tuk!
The door of the study was knocked, Duke Fisher took a few deep breaths, calmed his emotions, returned to his calm and majestic expression, and then made a sound.
"Come in."
It was his adopted son Belisi who came in.
In the battle yesterday, he took the family descendants to escape the castle from the underwater secret tunnel, but was intercepted by the wizards. The entire river was frozen and failed.
"Lord Duke." Belisi's figure is as slender and well-proportioned as all the sturgeon warriors, she is very handsome, has a pair of gray-green eyes, a small beard on the chin, and a few gray hairs in her dark hair. Has entered middle age.
He glanced at Duke Fisher calmly and scanned the briefing on the table.
Belisi has also read the content of this report. Although the Duke's look is calm, as one of the Duke's closest people, he is very clear that at this time the Duke's mood is definitely not as indifferent as it seems.
He was hesitant to speak, a trace of sadness appeared on his face.
"Belici, what's the matter?" Duke Fisher frowned invisibly and asked, sitting still.
"My lord," Belisi wiped his eyes lightly, concealing his gaffe, "all the lords are almost there, and the ceremony in the White River Hall is finished and can begin."
"Well, thank you for your hard work." Duke Fisher nodded.
He knows that Belisi has never rested since yesterday. The strength of this adopted son is not outstanding. He has several times more resources than other sturgeon warriors, as well as his own personal guidance. He has only barely practiced for more than 30 years. Enter the high-end, you can no longer make an inch.
However, Belisi is quick-witted, reliable, and wiser than ordinary people, so he usually likes to take it with him, leaving him to do many things.
Sometimes, Duke Fisher even had thoughts of regret, if Belisi was his own son, it would be fine.
"Where are your Royal Highness Emily and the speakers?" Duke Fisher asked.
"They are all resting in the castle." Bessili's eyes flashed and he asked in a low voice: "My lord, will you tell them to hold the ceremony now?"
Duke Fisher looked at the wall clock on the wall, "Wait another hour."
Belisi turned to leave.
When he was about to withdraw from the door, Duke Fisher suddenly stopped him, was silent for a few breaths, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think that the restoration of the Drogenberg dynasty will benefit the Fisher family more or harm more? "
Belisi returned to the table and saw the casualty briefing again.
He pondered for a while before answering: "Lord Duke, we are bordering the territory of the Lauberdill family, and disputes have continued for thousands of years. Generally speaking, the Fisher family is at a disadvantage. In the past, Mark usurped the Iron Throne, which is even more unfavorable to us. , Are suppressed everywhere, so we will ally with Duke Dans and stand opposite Mark."
"My lord, our territory, population, and army are inferior to the Lauberdill family. This is the pattern that was set when the seven families divided up Congatro."
"This order has been maintained until now. If it can't be broken, the Fisher family cannot stand up."
At the end of the speech, Belisi gradually raised his voice a little bit higher, "The Lauberdill family is our number one enemy, and they are our greatest threat!"
"The immediate loss is temporary. The Dragonborn Resurrection War will bring great chaos to Congatro, and it is also a golden opportunity for us."
Belisi looked directly into Duke Fisher's eyes, paused, and slowly said: "Chaos is a ladder, it allows us to reach a higher position."
Duke Fisher remained silent and did not respond for a long time.
Belisi bowed respectfully and stepped out.
An hour later, Duke Fisher walked out of the study. He changed into a solemn and luxurious costume, with a sword at his waist, a fish-shaped badge on his chest, and his gray hair neatly combed, and he entered the White River Hall surrounded by the guards of the Sturgeon Warrior.
"My Lord Duke."
"Have seen the Duke!"
Many lords have gathered in the hall. They are all vassals of the Fisher family, and they rushed to the fortress with guards and dust. They heard about the drastic changes in the castle on the way.
The dragonborn returns, the Fortress falls, and Duke Fisher pledges allegiance...
This series of news shocked the lords. Some people doubted the truth of the matter. Until they arrived at the fort and saw thousands of centaurs outside with their own eyes, the residents of Barosque were also spreading news about the dragonborn everywhere. Confirmation is true.
They were summoned to the White River Hall and found that it was also occupied by a group of tall soldiers wearing blue armor.
The breath of these extraordinary warriors is frightening.
They did not restrict the actions of the lords, nor showed hostility, but the lords were sitting on pins and needles, and the guards beside them stood honestly, not daring to make any noise at will.
It wasn't until Duke Fisher showed up that the lords felt a little relieved, as if they had found the backbone of the master. Everyone had countless things to ask their lord.
"Sit down."
Duke Fisher walked up the steps at the feet of the God of Oceana, but did not sit on the high-back chair that represented the status of the duke as usual.
He stood by the chair and looked around his vassals.
"The news you have heard is true. I have decided to renew my allegiance to the Drognborg family and fully support His Royal Highness Emily to defeat Mark and regain the Iron Throne." Duke Fisher said loudly.
Even though they had been mentally prepared, the lords were still in an uproar when Duke Fisher confessed himself.
Duke Fisher raised his hand to calm people down, "My vassals, you are all obliged to send troops to join the ranks of the usurpers."
"Who is for and who is against?"
Duke Fisher swept past the lords, and as expected, some people looked away, with a hesitant look on their faces, and could not make such a major decision for a while.
There was also a lord who immediately got up to express his loyalty, knelt down, and shouted: "The Barreken family swears to follow the Lord Duke."
"The Darry family swore to the death to follow the Lord Duke."
"Maryrid Family..."
Several lords in a row expressed their stances, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the remaining vassal families were forced to the corner. They noticed the attitude of Duke Fisher, and knew that there was no room for discussion, and they could only follow the oath.
"well!"
Duke Fisher nodded in satisfaction, with a look of relief on his face.
He quietly scanned the extreme fighters standing around the hall. This time he forced the vassals to send troops to follow, not only to fulfill the conditions promised yesterday, but also to perform, let the Earl of Glamorgan see his sincerity.
There are several legends among these extreme fighters, and they will definitely tell their lord what happened in the White River Hall.
Suddenly, Duke Fisher discovered something.
His own vassals did not arrive.
"Where is Viscount Waldfrey?" Duke Fisher looked at Belisy, who was in charge of the matter.
"My lord, Viscount Waldfrey should be late." Belisi replied quickly. The viscount’s fief was Cold River City, which was located on the border with the Lauberdill family on the east of the Principality, the most distant from Barosk. Far, the strength ranks in the top three among all vassals.
Duke Fisher frowned, no matter how far away he was three hundred miles away, it was definitely more than enough for the transcendent to get to the fortress in one day and one night.
"I will give him a quarter of an hour."
Belisi hurriedly sent someone out to inquire, and within a quarter of an hour, a sturgeon warrior hurried in to report in a low voice, Viscount Waldfrey refused the Duke's summoning order.
Duke Fisher's face turned ugly.
Cold River City has always been unclear about the relationship with the Lauberdill family, but he did not expect to betray Fort Runliu at the most critical moment.
"Father..." Edmund, the eldest son of the Duke, asked cautiously: "Would you like to wait a little longer, maybe there will be a turnaround."
"No, let's start the ceremony." Duke Fisher waved.
The bell tower of the fort is ringing, UU reading www. The sound of uukanshu.com bells reached the city of Barosk, followed by bell towers, making all the residents look up at the castle.
In the solemn atmosphere, Emilys entered the Fortress from the main entrance, followed by Rennes and other three Wezeland speakers, as well as four dragons and a group of men. Under the curious gaze of the lords, she walked into the White River Hall to the foot of the idol, stepped up the steps, and sat on the high-back chair.
Duke Fisher took the lead in half-kneeling and saluting. He was about to speak, but he heard Renn standing next to Emily question first:
"Master Duke, isn't everyone here?"
Duke Fisher's heart was slightly frightened. As expected, what happened in the White River Hall could not be concealed from the legendary wizard, so he truthfully replied: "The Viscount Waldfrey of Cold River City has betrayed. Please rest assured, within three days, I will definitely give your Highness an explanation."
"Why wait until three days?"
Ryan's words surprised Duke Fisher. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Ryan flash in the middle of the hall, lifting his left palm with blue light.
At the same time, the extreme fighters standing around the hall gathered, and the heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly.
A minute later, a tall portal opened.
People saw the scene opposite the portal, and a noble lord recognized it and cried out in shock: "Lenghe City!"
Immediately, two teams of extreme fighters rushed into the portal.
"Da da da da..."
There was intense gunfire from the portal, the fighting was fierce, and many people screamed before they died. The portal closed soon, but Duke Fisher and the vassal lords knew that a killing was taking place in Cold River City.
The needle falling in the Baihe Hall was audible, and the lords tremblingly waited for the end of the massacre that was three hundred miles away.
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