Fierce Battle on the Novro Continent

In the far north, somewhere in a valley, the eleven-nation coalition forces that launched an attack on the Shion Dynasty were besieged here. They are now in a state of disarray. They never imagined that the ninth legion of the Ziyuan Dynasty would be so powerful. The generals of these coalition forces had long expected that the Ninth Legion would have magicians to help them, and they had simulated it hundreds of times on the sand table before setting off for the expedition. But I didn't expect that the failure would be so complete.

As night falls, the cold wind in the far north is biting. Those coalition generals who once feared the situation are now helpless. Facing the powerful Ninth Army, they are filled with fear. In the camp, torches flickered, reflecting the frustrated faces of the coalition soldiers. They are exhausted, demoralized, and farther and farther away from home. The endless worries and despair in their hearts are raging like the north wind.

The ninth legion of the Shion Dynasty had high morale, and they rejoiced in the joy of victory. The legion commanders stood on high ground, overlooking the coalition camp, with a firm light shining in their eyes. He knew that this victory was not an attack with the help of elven longbows or powerful magicians, but a reflection of the strength of the Ninth Legion. Although magicians and elves used their unique and brilliant skills to attack the coalition forces, the damage was still very small, and the greater extent lay in the cooperation between the legionnaires.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion were extremely happy, but their legion commander Arodib was worried. Arodib knew clearly that the coalition forces were only temporarily blinded. In a few days, they will face the critical moment of life and death, and they will definitely show the courage to fight to the death. By then, an army of 170,000 people would rush out of the valley, and the 50,000 men under his command would definitely not be able to support it. The best way now is to organize a storming team, rush directly into the valley, and capture all the prisoners. But this is not the way to go. Taking prisoners is a trivial matter, but after capturing them, they must ensure their food. In this far north, the food shipped from the interior is enough to feed 50,000 of our own horses, but there is no extra food for these coalition forces. Of course, it was impossible for Arodib to open a gap in the valley and release these coalition forces. This is a serious crime of collaboration with the enemy.

Arodib is waiting. In fact, these countries and the Ziyuan Dynasty are not mortal enemies. Their joint attack on the far north of the Ziyuan Dynasty this time was just because they were bewitched by the Magir Empire. Since it is bewitchment, there must be times when one wakes up. Yes, Arodib is waiting for someone who can take these coalition forces away. Of course, Arodib also knew about the battle for power in the Shion Dynasty. Arodib controls nearly 10 million square kilometers of the Far North. If the princes and princesses want to seize power, his army should be their best choice. However, since Emperor Shion declared Aria to be an illegitimate daughter, After the battle for power began vaguely, no prince or princess came to contact him.

Commander Arodib spent a long night in anxiety, and the cold night in the far north seemed like endless torment. However, at the moment when dawn was about to arrive, a message of magic came, making Arodib's eyes instantly light up.

"Legion Commander, someone wants to see you." The adjutant reported.

Arodib immediately realized that this might be the person he was waiting for. He straightened his robes and walked out of the tent with steady steps. Sure enough, outside the valley, a mysterious messenger was waiting for him.

"Who are you?" Arodib looked at the person in front of him, trying to find the answer on his face.

"General, I have been entrusted by the prince of our country to discuss reconciliation with you." The messenger's tone was calm, but he revealed a confidence that could not be ignored.

"Reconciliation?" A trace of doubt flashed in Arodib's eyes, but he soon realized that this might be the only way for them to get out of their predicament. So, he said decisively: "Take me to see your prince."

After some twists and turns, Arodib finally found the mysterious prince deep in the valley. He is young, handsome, and has an extraordinary temperament, which is completely beyond Arodib's expectations.

"General Arodib, the prince of our country is willing to exchange our territory for the withdrawal of the coalition forces, and promises not to violate our border again." The envoy conveyed the prince's wishes.

"You are only speaking on behalf of one country. Are there ten other countries?" Arodib asked.

"Ten other countries?" The prince smiled evilly and said, "Are there other countries?"

Hearing this, Arodib's expression changed greatly. Arodib immediately said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"Please allow me to introduce myself first." The prince said, "I am from the Otai Empire, and my name is Madero."

After hearing the prince's introduction, Arodib said: "I know your country well. You are the sixth son of the old king. It seems that the Otai Empire has not yet had your turn to make a decision."

"No." Madero shook his head and said, "Before I set out, I was already the sole heir to the Otai Empire in the future. My elder brother, younger brother, older sister, and younger sisters are all dead."

"Did you kill him?" Arodib was not surprised this time, but said attentively.

"Of course, if you kill them, I will be the only heir." Madero sneered: "Besides, my father is about to die, so now, I have the final say."

"The most you can do is represent your country," Arodib said.

"Well, yes, my country." Madero continued to sneer: "But when I become the sole heir, I have to prove my strength to myself."

"How to prove it?" Arodib already had the answer in his mind, but he still needed to ask.

"Hey, to be honest, when General you surrounded these coalition forces, I had already dispatched troops to wipe out all those countries." Madero waved his hand and said: "So, eleven countries, oh, no, eleven It’s up to me to decide on the troops coming from different regions.”

"Where does your country's strength come from?" Arodib's face hardened and he asked seriously.

"Unfortunately, when I was left by my father to be a lord in a small town, I discovered a large amount of gold underground. Over the years, I secretly developed it and supported a dragon clan." Madero smiled and said: " When those so-called coalition forces invaded your country's territory, the dragon army I supported directly slaughtered all their capitals."

Hearing this, Arodib's expression became even darker. Although these countries are small and weak, they have roots that are thousands of years old. To destroy a country, its foundation must be completely broken. The way to interrupt the foundation is to massacre the city on a large scale. Only by completely killing the people with stubborn ideas can these countries be conquered. If, as Madero said, these countries no longer exist, then how many civilians did he kill? No, it's not just that. Arodib knows that this is not only the casualties of civilians, but also a manifestation of strength.

So how much dragon power does this so-called prince of the Otai Empire have?