Chapter 314 Before the War

Chapter 314 Before the War

Chapter 314 Before the War
July 1600, Exploration Year 8.

Queen Margaret received the full support of the King of Bourbon. The four ducal families in the territory and the royal family jointly sent troops, totaling 7000 knights of the United Knights, more than 60000 assisting legions, and 5 top knights. They claimed to have an army of , with Duke Wyatt as the military governor.

The Bourbon army, holding high the name of the Rose Family's war to restore the country, attacked the southern Stuart territory on August 8 and swept through 12 cities. As the southern Duke Family, the Black Snake, suffered heavy losses due to internal turmoil and was unable to launch an effective counterattack, the army began to advance slowly towards the southern plains.

On the same day, Xinhongbao responded.

Prime Minister the Black Marquis mobilized 7000 men of the Royal Knights to assist the Legion with 70000 men, preparing to march south to the plains to resist.

Regarding the civil war within the White Rose family, Grand Duke Modres kept a wait-and-see attitude and went to the border alone to confront the old prince of the Bourbon royal family. Grand Duke Rose still stayed in the central port and turned a deaf ear to all requests from the New Red Castle.

In addition, the Prime Minister sent the Commander of the Storm Regiment to recruit the remaining warships of the Northern Fleet, and deployed a cruiser, six destroyers, and eighteen frigates to anchor in the Thames with their guns pointed at the south bank, acting as fixed turrets.

Queen Eleanor attached great importance to this war and sent the top knight Red Rose to serve as the military governor, assisted by two royal elders, and the Sword-bearing Elder and the Count of Rhine to accompany the army. In addition, the newly-crowned Baron Lore served as the deputy commander of the knights.

……

King's capital.

After the sword fight between two kings, the regency of the queen, the coronation of D'York, the Battle of the Blue Thames and other events, the once prosperous city has become much more depressed. The most obvious change is that the inner city is deserted and the number of nightingales on the streets has increased exponentially.

Outer city villa area.

Roland was pruning white roses in his own garden. His once passionate and capable temperament had disappeared, and even the scar on his face had become much gentler. Since the death of Duke de York, he had given up all his military positions and power and spent most of his savings to buy this villa.

Because he has the strength of an ordinary great knight and is also an extraordinary genius at the age of only 26, his potential to reach the top in the future is recognized by the world, and he has lived a very peaceful life recently.

Roland had no interest in the ever-changing situation in the capital. He had never heard of five or six kings dying in two months. In fact, most citizens were pessimistic about Queen Eleanor, and there were countless rumors that the Red Castle throne was cursed.

Click!

The scissors cut off the branches of the white rose.

Roland suddenly turned his head and heard the sound of someone falling to the ground at the wall.

The rapid movement of the great knight's powerful body caused a whistling sound in the wind. He instinctively reached for his waist, but found that the knight's sword, which had been inseparable from him, had been replaced by a cowhide belt and scissors.

"Hey……"

Roland came to the wall and sighed softly. The young man who fell in had fainted. He stepped forward and picked him up, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

"Master Brownie?"

Perhaps because he was awakened from his fainting by the touch, or perhaps it was a disguise out of shame, the ragged Brownie opened his eyes, his eyes were dull and full of fatigue.

The first moment he saw Roland, Brownie burst into tears to his former half-vassal.

"Roland, he's dead..."

"My brothers and sisters are all dead..."

"Leave me alone in this world..."

"The garrison is trying to catch me. I have nowhere to go."

Brownie cried heartbreakingly. The White Rose Family was once glorious, but with the sudden death of the Duke, the entire family began to go downhill at an unimaginable speed.

"Young Master, accept the reality as soon as possible."

Roland smiled bitterly. Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him might be the last orthodox White Rose. Now he was the Sword-wielding Elder who served as the leader of the Royal Knights. He was in power and had already been in cahoots with the New Red Castle. Without the Duke's suppression, the peak powerhouse could naturally accept the solicitation of all parties at will.

"Kill me," Brownie said suddenly.

Roland was at a loss as to what to do. How could he possibly kill the Duke's offspring?

"Little Lord……"

"My life is a disgrace to him. No knight is willing to serve me anymore. They have all forgotten his kindness!"

A trace of shame appeared on Roland's face. The Duke had been so kind to him, but he only cared about himself and forgot to take care of the Duke's legitimate son. He was simply not worthy of being a human being.

"I am willing to serve you in the name of chivalry and virtue."

Without any hesitation, Roland knelt on one knee.

Complex emotions flashed in Brownie's eyes. The other party was not stupid and probably saw through his disguise and acting. However, his loyalty to the Duke of York made this young man, who was only a few years older than him, willing to go through fire and water just because he had that man's blood.

Even in his heart, Brownie didn't want to mention that man's name. If he hadn't stepped into the royal trap of the treasury alone, he wouldn't have fled in panic and would still be the heir that everyone was looking forward to.

"Arise, my knight."

Knight Roland wanted to hold his knight's sword again. It was obvious that after a series of changes, the young master in front of him had grown up and was no longer the "child" who stayed with the Duke in the past.

Brownie decisively laid out his plan. Roland was the fulcrum for him to return to the top. This was a step that had to be taken, otherwise nothing could be achieved.

"I intend to win the support of the nobles to ascend the throne. The four upper nobles now share the same interests as Queen Eleanor, which is to divide up the land of chaos. This is the basis of her rule."

"If we want to defeat her and win over the nobles, we must promise them greater benefits. I decided to use the ancient electoral system and elevate the four nobles to electors. Every generation, the White Rose family and the four nobles will vote to elect the next king. The former will have two votes, regardless of the past."

Brownie looked determined. The Elector offered him a chance to become king. Even though there had been several kings in the past two months, they were actually just staying in the Red, White and Rose family. This was a decision that broke the rules and was more attractive than the chaotic place.

Roland's face was filled with horror. He didn't understand why the other party had such a crazy idea. Moreover, even a professional officer like him didn't know the specific situation of the Elector. It was probably something that happened before the exploration.

"How could you have such an idea?"

"It was fate. I was planning to ask Prime Minister Black Marquis for amnesty, but I found an ancient book in a house in an alley. It was fate that was blessing me and giving me guidance."

"But..." Roland hesitated. If this were to happen, the White Rose Family would lose the glory of its heyday.

Brownie knew what the other party was thinking. His face was firm and he spoke word by word: "Roland, if you can't give up anything, you will get nothing."

Roland was speechless.

……

Blackrock Castle.

Jiang He sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing breathing techniques silently. The grey warhorse dropped a hazy mist behind him. Nine air vortices in his body spun rapidly, scavenging and refining the last bit of medicinal power remaining in his body and feeding it back to his body and soul.

A total of 9,000 Gray Horse potions were consumed. According to the market price, the resources consumed were as high as 9 million gold coins. Under the influence of the power of gluttony, the potion was digested at an alarming speed.

In the White Rose Family, the former direct-blood genius Deyok II received five exclusive training potions every month, which took a whole month to digest. The White Rose had no shortage of resources and guidance, but despite this, Deyok II still failed to break through the biggest hurdle to becoming a Grand Knight - the Silver Will.

Even in the Origin game, there is no special task that can be transformed into Silver Will. According to the game rules, this is "necessary respect for the complete independence of the player's soul."

Jiang He increased the speed of the air vortex in his body.

In terms of physique, he is already at the ordinary silver level.

In terms of spirit, the Silver Will has already awakened.

In terms of energy, the dividing point between silver and bronze is 3000, and the dividing point between gold and silver is 10000. He has already far surpassed the former and is even approaching the latter.

Long!
A buzzing sounded in the room.

One of the nine air vortexes in Jiang He's body began to liquefy under the continuous flushing of energy. At the moment of qualitative change, the so-called "silver fighting spirit" swept through his body and strengthened his body. Through training, he became a true great knight.

[Hint: You have been promoted to Great Knight - gain all attributes +1, energy value +200]
[Strength: 22 → 23]
[Agility: 21 → 22]
[Constitution: 22→23]
[Spirit: 21 → 22]
[Charm: 26 → 27]
[Silver Energy Value: 8201 → 8401]
Jiang He finished his training and spit out a sword-like gray mist, but the gray warhorse behind him became clearer and clearer, and every hair seemed to be substantial. The knight's true form entered the third stage and awakened his true form ability, extreme speed. When in full swing, his speed increased by another 30%, far surpassing the old gentleman he once was.

“There’s still a little flaw.”

Jiang He repeatedly turned on all the acceleration states, allowing himself to gradually turn them into instincts. The operation of thinking takes time, but as the proficiency increases, these states can erupt at the same time instead of being turned on one by one. In the end, all that is needed is a snap of the fingers.

"Speed ​​mode."

"Not talking about combat power, if you were in the Eternal Darkness World, when the first liquid vortex condenses, you would be considered a level 10 day general."

On the sofa, Lilith put down the imaginary book and lay on her side, revealing her perfect curves. Her incredibly long and round legs were crossed. She propped up her cheek with one hand and smiled:

"The Eternal Dark World is a place where the human empire and the dark race have been fighting for a long time. Due to its high energy level, its influence has interfered with other worlds in the surrounding void area, such as the Embers World and the Sailing World we are in now."

"In that place, soldiers are bronze, and generals are silver. Depending on the faction, humans and dark creatures name the extraordinary levels as day and night. Of course, creatures of the Golden Age can still be considered noble figures, but only the fourth-level heroes can be considered strategic-level combat forces."

Lilith looked gently at the God's Favored Person she had pulled up, and reminded him, "So please don't focus on that old gentleman. Although he is not a rotten fish or shrimp, if he was worthy of great attention, he would not be buried with a dead person like me. That voyage in the void has no return."

Jiang He nodded and asked, "What level is above the fourth-level hero?"

"Level 5 Legend." Lilith casually gave the answer. "There are only a handful of strong people at this stage in the Eternal Dark World. Most of them are asleep. I used to be one of them. However, I have a little bit of talent and ability. I tried to be promoted to Level 6 God, and I succeeded for the most part."

Lilith sneered rarely: "The Eternal Dark World does not allow any life to challenge His consciousness. From then on, I will not be able to give birth to the Child of Destiny. I have used up all my power of destiny to make me fail. The resistance of several other legends is secondary. The most important thing is the backlash caused by the collapse of my own authority." "The transport of my remains is actually just a severed hand. It is nothing more than a show. The accompanying personnel are all abandoned children that the various races are preparing to eliminate, but it is inconvenient to do it openly for various considerations. Among them, the old gentleman is from a noble family, which is true."

"Do you want to listen more?" Lilith asked suddenly.

Jiang He asked tentatively: "I V you 50 game coins?"

This is an old story from a few years ago. Although he was born on a border island, he had heard of it.

Lilith didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She sat up and said, "As a teacher, I originally wanted to arouse your interest in historical exploration."

Jiang He pondered over and over again, and asked, "The purpose of the Black Marquis is questionable."

"That's right." Lilith smiled and said, "He has ultimate self-healing ability, so it's no problem for him to fight to the death with two royal elders. If it's true as he said, that he wants to seize the silver fruit because he's afraid of the Child of Destiny, then letting you do it is equivalent to completely handing over the control of the aftermath. This is not what fear looks like."

Jiang He thought to himself that the blackest of the blacks is easy to understand in the field of alchemy. In short, it is the extreme. The Black Marquis founded the church, parasitized the royal court, and gathered all kinds of strange bloodlines. He has reached the extreme on this road, but to this day, he has not been able to break through to gold. Perhaps it is because his bloodline is too mixed.

Lilith said: "Three thousand years ago, the first elf was born in this world. It has a unique bloodline and is also called the Sun Elf. Its power is extremely pure."

"Its offspring did not inherit all of its power, just as the moon reflects the light of the sun, and is merely a moon elf."

"And this is ultimately because the first generation of descendants of the Sun Elves, who are the only ones with the most recent bloodline, lost their qualifications. As the bloodline was diluted from generation to generation, they eventually lost their qualifications."

"But driven by fate, the moon elves are not immune to the miraculous phenomenon of atavism."

"The answer is obvious. Lor, the son of destiny, is probably a reserve for atavism. If the Black Marquis can plunder the blood of the Sun Elves, then the pure blood may allow him to be promoted to Gold. After all, he already has the blood of the Moon Elves."

Jiang He understood and said, "So, to push Lor to become a sun elf, constant pressure is needed, and the rest can be left to fate. The Black Marquis covets and fears fate, so he wants me to be the villain on the stage so that he can reap the benefits."

Lilith nodded, "But everything is just speculation."

Boom boom boom!
At the castle gate, the sound of a Construct Knight knocking on the door was heard.

Jiang He left the bedroom and waited for the butler to open the door. He then met the current leader of the Royal Knights - the Sword-wielding Elder.

"Count Rhine, the army must move out and don't waste time." The sword-wielding elder had a hidden meaning in his smile. He had suspected before that the Saint Lilith was a rare secret treasure for advancement. After the Battle of the Thames, the Golden Dreadnought disappeared. Some of his predictions might have become reality.

It’s a pity that without solid evidence, it’s hard for him to convince other strong men to take action together. After all, Count Rhine had killed William, a demon wolf of the same level, and his combat power was extraordinary.

……

July 1600, Exploration Year 8.

The royal army crossed the Thames and arrived at the southern plains.

The four viscounties on the plains did not suffer any loss of life, because under the banner of the Red Rose Restoration War, Margaret obviously regarded the Stuart nobles as targets for winning over.

The two armies faced each other, and tens of thousands of musketeers in the assisting legions were neatly arranged in three teams and advanced forward.

Approaching each other within five hundred steps, Military Governor Red Rose and Duke Wyatt gave orders almost at the same time.

The musketeers of both armies fired three rounds each, leaving a total of over a thousand bodies. The first day of the battle ended, and both sides retreated to rest. All units were sternly warned not to launch surprise attacks on the enemy while they were retreating.

The battle lasted less than half an hour. Although both sides observed etiquette, the vibrant grass was soaked in blood. White gunpowder was powerful, and a bullet was enough to shatter the enemy's chest. Mutilated corpses could be seen everywhere.

On the side of the Royal Capital Army, Jiang He stood on a small hill and saw Margaret and Henry VII on the opposite side through a monocular telescope. In fact, the land wars of this era made him a little confused.

"Count Heru, if we keep exchanging injuries like this, I don't see the point of tactics."

As a senator who provided tactical advice, Count Heru looked at someone with complicated eyes. The direct reason why he fled the territory was because this Broken Sword killed Silver Sword Rosad.

"Count Rhine, today we are just greeting each other. We exchanged a round of shots just to make things reasonable. Now it's time to write letters. Going back a hundred or eighty years, we are all relatives. Although it is important to fight for the monarch, there is no need to kill your relatives. Choosing your opponents on the battlefield is an art."

After saying this, Count Heru picked up the parchment. Unless it was a war to the death, captured nobles could be redeemed, but the prerequisite was to find an enemy general who was willing to guarantee them, the so-called "relatives".

Jiang He was stunned for a while when he heard that. Looking back, he saw that almost all the nobles had taken out parchment and quill pens. He and a few of the evil knights' bodyguards seemed a little different.

"So the next step is a big battle?"

Count Helu shook his head. "How is that possible? We just came here to confront the enemy today, so of course we need to have a good meal and rest for the night. Is that hard to understand? When Duke D'York had the upper hand, didn't all the northern nobles surrender immediately? You need to adapt quickly."

Jiang He had a blank expression on his face. The people in the chaotic corridor were called barbarians, and the pirates were incompatible with the other nations. Perhaps it was because they had serious conflicts in concepts with the nobles. Ever since Margaret raised the banner of the war of restoration, the enthusiasm of both sides to fight was not very high.

"What do you think of those two royal elders?"

"You two lords have always been known for your loyalty and integrity."

……

At night, bonfires were lit on the plains.

In the central military tent, the top commanders gathered.

The letter has been written and the war can officially begin tomorrow.

Military Governor Red Rose issued combat orders one by one.

"... Assist the legion of 70,000 people, divide them into six battle groups, each led by a great knight-level fighter, and advance in a straight line..."

"... Baron Lor, the Sword Elder and I will lead the Royal Knights to wait for an opportunity..."

"...Count Rhine and the two royal elders, I will leave it to you to deal with the enemy's top combat power..."

"This war is for the queen, and we must win!"

The dinner meeting ended quickly outside the central military tent.

The elven prince of the nobles' joint fleet came from the opposite military camp and found Lor. In terms of blood relationship, the elven prince is the elder brother of Red Rose, the younger brother of the First Queen, and the uncle of Queen Eleanor and Noor.

"Lor, I have something to give you."

Under the big tree, just as Lor was about to kiss the elf girl, he was interrupted by the elf prince who suddenly appeared.

The elf girl, who had the strength of an ordinary great knight, blushed and ran away shyly.

Luo Er scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Uncle, Weiwei and I are friends."

"You decide on this matter yourself." The Elf Prince solemnly took out a palm-sized wooden box from his sleeve.

"Inside is the most precious treasure of our Elven royal family - the Breathing of the Sun. Although you are only a Moon Elf half-blood, if you have cultivated to the Knight level at the age of eighteen, it may be very suitable for you."

The Elf Prince warned solemnly: "The Sun Breathing Technique is exclusive to the first generation of elves, so it is unique and can only be practiced by one person. And only the Moon Elves can understand the words on it. You don't have to feel sorry for Weiwei."

"Become strong as soon as possible so that you can find out who killed your sister. Your butler has already found out. The letter said that the silver fruit is in the possession of Padrick, a royal elder."

Lor nodded heavily. He thought of the elf butler of the White Rose Family. The other party had always taken care of him, but was always very cold on the surface. It took him a long time to understand the other party's good intentions.

"Uncle, I have the breathing method. Can you give the silver fruit to Weiwei? She has never been able to awaken the silver will. She was only able to advance by chance with me on the Zoa Islands."

Just as the Elf Prince was about to retort, a cry was heard from the bushes in the distance.

Lor turned around in surprise, only to find that it was the youngest of the seven sisters. She might have come when he and Weiwei were hugging each other.

"Ugh……"

The Elf Prince sighed lightly, stopped his nephew who was about to chase after him, and continued to explain important matters. Because of the red rose, the elves must preserve Eleanor's throne, which requires the Royal Capital Army to win the war.

To this end, the Elf Prince did not hesitate to sell out his own deployment intelligence, and a trace of virtue quickly dissipated because of breaking his oath.

Lor felt a little guilty, but suddenly heard a scream.

"Oh no, it's Weiwei!"

The two quickly rushed into the forest in the distance, only to see a masked man grabbing Weiwei's fair neck and lifting her up.

The elf girl struggled frantically, but the thorns spread up, bypassing her thighs, chest, wrists and other vital parts, easily defeating all resistance. As blood flowed out, the intense pain made her tremble wildly, and she didn't even have the strength to wail.

The Elf Prince was on high alert. Vivi was an incomplete knight, but that didn't mean she was weak. Only a few creatures could pass the knight's pass.

"You are Prime Minister Anor!"

"Let her go!"

Lor's eyes were red.

(End of this chapter)