Dawn of the Grey Tower

The battle started faster than anyone expected. Marcus is undoubtedly an excellent instigator. His words are not just as simple as emphasizing glory on the surface, responsibility and the like sound illusory, but the interests of every noble are cleverly put into these. Behind the bright excuses. In the final analysis, fighting is to burn money, and although the hatred of the Ratmen has greatly reduced the cost of mobilization and recruitment of soldiers by the nobles, there is no way to reduce the loss of supplies and weapons.

All parts of Cangshi have been hit by varying degrees today. This kind of shock cannot be summed up by simple population losses. Because as a small country in a remote area, Cangshi's material capital is not rich. Any territory that has suffered a huge blow will drag other areas around it into the abyss of material shortage. Famine, riots, infectious diseases, the Great Depression, these secondary disasters will come after every natural disaster, just like the hyenas and vultures that have found dead bodies on the grassland, tearing the long-damaged skins again and again, putting only the inside The preserved flesh dragged out. Therefore, the biggest problem for nobles is how to avoid these problems. In the current situation, reducing the further consumption of materials and transferring the anger of the leaders to the ratmen have become the most feasible method.

Marcus pointed out this point, in the face of new enemies, in fact, the nobles of Cangshi did not retreat. Hesitation will only increase attrition and make the crumbling rule base more vulnerable. They must face the battle, and they must win. This is not for the kingdom. The kingdom will continue regardless of victory or defeat. At most, it only changes the name and territory. This battle is for the authority of all people sitting at the long table. If they want to continue to maintain their noble status, then there is only one way.

So when the king's hand and the Duke Kroger walked out of the tent, they saw a scene of ups and downs, fighting against the enemy. It's just ironic that the nobles who commanded the soldiers hoarsely and the soldiers under their command were completely different. Marcus sneered in the shadow of the tent, looking at the scene in front of him, "How interesting, our soldiers are afraid of demons, but our nobles are afraid of their own soldiers. This army is like a horse drawn by fear. No one can escape from above. No matter whether it is victory or destruction ahead, we can only speed up and hit him to pieces. "

"As long as the broken pieces are not our bones. It will take decades. The kingdom will always recover. And this experience will make us more united. There are too many nobles and fiefs in the lion, and we can take this opportunity to renew Integrate into a nation. "Angry Lion raised his chin, his eyes half-open in the sun.

"A nation? What a wonderful ideal. I think we only needed one king at that time. The whole country no longer has the Saron collar or the Hammer collar. Everyone is loyal to him. Are you right?" The hand of the king said to the duke around him, it sounded as if an idealist was exposing his ideal state.

"Oh, of course. Cangshi should have been this way. The Herne family is too weak and too trusting of others. They are full of idiots. This country needs more powerful rulers to take them out of the predicament." Andrea said Clenched his fists, and judging from the expression on his face, the person he said was undoubtedly himself.

Marcus certainly sees this, he appreciates this ambition, because there is nothing better than this kind of person. He made a humble look and said, "Then this person should not give up the opportunity in front of him. Leading the nation ’s warriors to defeat the demons and the ratmen, this is a great cause that even the majesty who founded the country did not do. The merits are enough for him to ascend to the throne, and the support of the people will allow him to realize his ambitions. "

Angry Lion laughed a few times, and said nothing more. He marched towards the family members who were not far away, including the old man who served as a consultant. Marcus saw the man at a glance, and the old gentleman also met the King's hand in the air as if it happened to be. The former's eyes widened instantly, and he had only seen them in one being. But he should be dead, the old elf said so! The hairs on Marcus's body were all erected in an instant, and the cold fear was like a viper on his neck gently shaking his tongue.

Facing the hand of the king whose face had changed greatly, the old gentleman just shrugged and said something to Andrea who had come to him. Then they were going to prepare the Kroger army, and when he left, he finally glanced at Marcus and showed a meaningful smile.

Sir Taylor Real sat down at the long table, breathing heavily, like a fish thrown to the shore. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead like raindrops, and the exquisite handkerchiefs didn't even have time to wipe them clean. "How is it possible, how is it possible ..." The fat on his face trembled with tension, and the same words kept repeating in his mouth. The thing he was most afraid of, the thing that should have died, hell, hell!

"Master, Duke Kroger invites you to oversee the war together." The waiter lifted the curtain and said to the king's hand who had been sitting alone in the big account for almost an hour.

Marcus didn't even remember how he got outside the camp. When he recovered, a large number of soldiers lined up in a square and randomly gathered together had gathered under their respective flags. Fortunately, the nobles were busy making the final check before the expedition, and no one could look up and watch Marcus's look. He settled his eyes, glanced around, and didn't see the old man again next to Andrea. So the hand of the king finally calmed down, and stood on the half-height wooden inspection platform, ready to give orders to the various lords.

When he stood on the review desk ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Marcus noticed that there are two of the most out of all army, they are the army of the Knights of the Kingdom and the Krog family. Among the many troops mixed with dragons and dragons, only these two troops maintain a high degree of discipline and neat equipment. Although the members of the Kingdom Knights have been somewhat affected by the absence of the Grand Knight, the overall morale is still high. Thinking of the powerhouse now under his command, Marcus slightly relaxed his hand holding the scepter.

The sun is gradually approaching the highest, and the commanders understand that this is the best time to send troops. Whether it is a rat man or a demon, they will be naturally suppressed by sunlight, which is the most conducive moment for combat. All the nobles rode their horses around their soldiers, shouting slogans loudly to inspire morale. Marcus could feel the steaming power of the soldiers in front of him, which was mixed with anger, hatred, sorrow, ambition, fighting spirit. Finally, when all the nobles looked at him, the hand of the king raised his scepter, and the lion carving on the top of the rod gleamed silver in the sunlight.

"The warriors of the Cang lion, for the kingdom and for humanity, I command you in the name of the late predecessor Hern Siegert to fight!"

"Roar!" The sound of hundreds of roars resounded through the sky, making all those hiding in the shadows aware that their detractors were here.