Lord of all tribes

Chapter 380 The Silent Drummond Family

The war with the orc kingdom had come to an end, and Rowling breathed a sigh of relief.

This time stationed in Chiares City, more than [-] soldiers were lost, and even more were injured.

Victory in every war is won with blood and tears.

Now, Rowling was able to turn around and focus on dealing with the bad situation in the Reynolds Kingdom.

The current Renault Kingdom has become a mess.

Among the hundreds of nobles and nobles in the Kingdom of Renault, it is not that they are not loyal to the royal family of King Renault, but there are really not many such people.

It is precisely because of their small number that once they are discovered, they are generally rejected.

This is a very normal phenomenon. Most nobles are selfish. They are small kings in their own fiefdoms. How can they endure that there is a big king on their heads restraining themselves?

Whenever there is a chance, they are willing to change this situation.

And such an opportunity is now in front of them, and now the royal family of the Kingdom of Renault has no ability and energy to restrain them, at least not now.

The great king who was pressing on their heads gradually disappeared, at least in their hearts, since the great king disappeared temporarily, it would be better not to see each other again forever.

What they long for is to be a master in the true sense, not a restrained false master.

They fought chaotically on their own, but when needed, they could tightly condense into one rope and jointly fight against His Majesty King Alexis.

Since the massacre at the port of Duolunya, the more or less related and powerful fief lords have become even more angry and chilled.

They feel that His Majesty King Alexis is not worth relying on at all.

Because the predecessors had already told them the ending of death, and the ending of relying on that king's majesty was very miserable.

Gradually, the kingdom became more and more fragmented.

Most of the few lords and nobles who wanted to support the royal family did not dare to express their support directly, because the fate of the few nobles and lords who directly expressed their loyalty to the emperor and patriotism is not so good.

Among the noble lords who openly swore allegiance to His Majesty the King was the Marquis of Drummond.

Although the previous Earl Drummond did not follow the orders of Alexis to hold on to Fort Wobe, but this did not prevent him from obtaining the title of Marquis.

Earl Drummond was officially promoted to Marquis Drummond. On that day, my lord the Marquis swore to the world that he would defend the royal family to the death and be loyal to His Majesty the King to the death.

The words have been exported, and it is difficult to take them back.

It turned out that the life of the Marquis Drummond was still good. Although the military power of the Earl Drummond's fief and territory was not the strongest in the entire kingdom, it could at least rank among the powerful noble lords. There is a seat.

But when he tossed all the elite troops in the territory to Wobe Fortress, the military strength of the Drummond family territory was greatly reduced.

The lack of strength, coupled with the words of swearing allegiance to the death earlier, pushed the Drummond family to the forefront for a while.

Too many lords and nobles were upset at the Marquis of Drummond. They gathered together and prepared to invade the territory of the Drummond family whose military power was greatly weakened.

These lords and nobles planned and did so.

The Drummond family, which was short of major generals, could only retreat again and again, hiding in the city of Betty Stara and not daring to show up easily.

To a certain extent, the large area of ​​territory outside the city of Betty Stara has been invaded by the various lords.

Now the Marquis of Drummond has the title of Marquis, but he has never had the prestige of Marquis at all. He can only hide in that dark corner every day, biting his wound, trying to let the pain paralyze him.

Inside the Drummond family house.

Daliel knocked on the wooden door that was ajar carefully, and walked in tremblingly.

Even though it is daytime now, there is no light in this room. This is a room that is extremely tightly sealed off on all sides, and the only way to get in and out of this room is through the wooden door that is not spacious.

The dark room was very quiet, without a single sound. In the darkness, Daryl took a deep breath, and then said rather timidly:

"Father, I have something to ask you."

The voice is extremely soft and the attitude is extremely tactful.

'boom'

A crisp sound in the room startled Daliel, his whole body trembled, and he took a deep breath to stabilize himself.

"Hold the lamp."

A weak yet majestic voice sounded, Daryl heard it, stood up straight, walked forward in the dark and took two steps to find the position of the oil lamp quite familiarly, and then lit the oil lamp with sparks caused by the collision of flint.

The light from the oil lamp was dim, but it finally gave the room some light.

Daliel slightly raised his head, and at the end of his line of sight, a haggard middle-aged strong man was lying on the master's chair, his face full of silence and indifference.

"Tell me, which territory has been captured again."

The middle-aged man glanced blankly at Daryl, and Daryl, who was peeping, trembled all over his body, and his expression became a little flustered.

"waste!"

The indifferent voice spewed out from the mouth of the lying middle-aged man, making Daryl's face turn pale.

"Father, our territory outside of Betty Stara City has long been occupied by those greedy vampires."

Daryl took a deep breath again, trying to calm himself down, and also trying to make himself forget the evaluation of 'trash'.

"Then why did you come to me? Get out of here!"

The middle-aged man spoke louder, and his tone was more aggressive.

"Father, I came here today to tell you another matter.

My cheap little brother, Rowling, has defeated the coalition forces of the Orc Kingdom and the Principality of Kaina in the northern border, and will soon return to the Garadi territory. "

When Daryl uttered these words, he felt much more relaxed in his body and mind, and his tone of voice also carried some negative emotions such as jealousy and resentment.

"The coalition forces of the Beastman Kingdom and the Principality of Kaina were defeated in such a short period of time, hehe, he really is my precious son!"

The Marquis Drummond, that is, the middle-aged man, suddenly had infinite light in his eyes. He straightened his back and sat on the chair, and his pale face began to turn red.

"Father, this is our chance!" Darryl suddenly said again, with a look of ready to move on his face.

"What chance? Do you still want to fight against him? Don't forget that he can defeat even the army of the orc kingdom. How can you compete with him?"

Marquis Drummond smiled, as if he was contemptuous of Daryl's overreach.

(End of this chapter)