Realm of Power

South of Salander, Suanco City, Suanco is still a bit cool late at night. The streets are very empty, without any trace of people, only dead branches and leaves and garbage everywhere.

The night wind blew through, bringing with it a moist and rotten smell. This smell has become a symbol of Suanco City during this period. In the houses on both sides of the street, there are basically no lights. Occasionally there is a little candlelight, which looks like It seemed to be emanating from hell, extremely gloomy and strange.

Patrols were occasionally seen on the road. These listless Norman soldiers were in a loose formation, and their faces were heavy and depressed. As the Norman army lost all the way on the front line, the Normans' plan to occupy Salander was revealed. In front of the powerfully advancing Falcon Army, they were crushed to pieces like ants.

In order to reduce the possibility of being attacked by mobs, all Salanders in Suanco City were expelled from Suanco City in accordance with a private agreement with the Falcon Empire.

The most stringent curfew has been implemented in the city. Even during the day, the city gates are subject to the strictest inspections. At night, they are completely closed. The entire Suanco City has basically become a gathering place for fleeing nobles.

The banquet that used to celebrate the victory all night was also stopped. The drunken conqueror suddenly turned into a beaten dog. The once paradise has also become the world of the mob. The city of Suanco, which was once the center of southern rule, now only has a few people left. The pillar nobles of Normandy were trembling in the cold wind,

In the silent night,

Da da da…

A black carriage drove quickly from the other end of the street, and the coachman's whip broke the silence in the wind. From time to time, dead branches and leaves fell on the carriage in the night wind. The carriage quickly ran through the desolate and calm streets until it reached the city hall in the center of the city.

The door of the carriage stopped in the night wind. The Norman soldiers standing guard at the door quickly stood at attention, and a handsome young Norman officer hurriedly came out of the door of the city hall. He stood up in front of the carriage and opened the door respectfully, "Your Majesty Prime Minister, your daughter and the general have been waiting inside for a long time."

"Really? I didn't expect that Qilia, who is known as the ferocious wolf of Normandy, would be in such a downturn. She never waits for others." With a deep sigh, a fat old Norman nobleman dragged his With a body like a bucket, he got out of the car bloated.

He raised his head and looked at the dark streets around him, and then walked directly up the marble steps leading to the city hall without asking for the support of the young adjutant.

"Huh" the night wind blew by. The wind lantern in front of the hall trembled in the night wind, emitting a faint light, vaguely illuminating the dirty and swollen old man's somewhat sinister eyes.

He is the representative who came from Normandy to negotiate this time, the Prime Minister of the Principality, the Marquis de Beaucroft. He has always been in the principality's mainland, so this is the first time he has come to Salander. Because he has a private agreement with the Falcon Empire's navy, his independent entry is not restricted. As soon as he arrived in Salander, he rushed to Suanco City in a hurry. Not only because they are worried about the safety of Suanke City, but also for another reason. That is, his only daughter is also in Salander.

"Creak" The door of the city hall slowly opened under the push of two Norman soldiers, revealing some dark light inside. Under these dark lights, a tall woman wearing armor turned around.

With a pretty face with a hint of dark orchid temperament, few people would know if they didn't know it in advance. This is the current top military commander in the Suanco region, the fierce wolf Qilia, one of the seven generals of Normandy.

"Father, why did you come to Salander?" Next to the fierce wolf Qilia, there was a girl wearing a palace dress. She had a beautiful face, smooth skin, and a touch of sadness between her eyebrows. She saw her walking in. The prime minister of the principality trotted over without hesitation.

"Of course I came here to save you." The prime minister of the principality glared at the girl with a complicated expression. "Do you think I don't know the Duke's plan? You should know that he is a very decisive person. He sent troops to Salander in the first place, and now Abandoning Salander was a deliberate decision, which means that even if the Falcon Emperor kills all of you, the principality will be helpless. If I hadn’t persisted, there wouldn’t have been any negotiations.”

"No, Your Majesty the Duke will never let us fend for ourselves," Fierce Wolf Qilia interrupted with an ugly expression.

"What can we do if we don't give up?" Prime Minister Bokov said nonchalantly, "This time our opponent is the Falcon Empire in the north. It is a powerful empire that has just unified an entire continent and has hundreds of thousands of troops.

Their navy has blocked the sea route, and tens of thousands of elites are stationed less than a day's journey away. They can destroy Suanke City at any time at dawn or dusk. Considering that they currently have less than 20,000 troops, how many do you think they have? Odds of winning?"

"The Duke will never sit back and watch us being annihilated. He will definitely send reinforcements from the mainland." The fierce wolf Qilia raised her head and insisted without giving in on her pretty face. She is known as one of the seven generals under the Duke's command. Naturally, he is also the most loyal general, otherwise he would not have led more than 10,000 remnant troops to defend the city of Suanco and provide a safe haven for tens of thousands of Normans stranded in Salander. Without strong belief, how could it be possible? Not afraid of death

"Reinforcements? Prime Minister Bokov sneered at the corner of his mouth, looked at the dark black sky outside the door, and said, "The principality's military strength is 110,000, and 60,000 have been lost in the Salander War. There are only 3 of the seven generals left. , the principality has reached the edge of danger. Unless the Duke takes the risk and mobilizes 40,000 people stationed in the mainland, there will be no reinforcements. In fact, you yourself know how ridiculous lies like reinforcements are."

"What about the Empire? We attacked Salander exactly according to their instructions." Qilia's face turned a little blue and white. Bockov's words undoubtedly shattered her last glimmer of hope.

"As early as a month ago, the Duke has submitted an application to the sovereign country, requesting the empire to intervene in this war. If the main force of the empire participates in the war, we will turn the tide of the war in one fell swoop." Bockoff shook his head helplessly and said, "Unfortunately, compared to Even though the little Salander arrived, the empire's eyes were still on distant Seattle.

The empire's 500,000-strong army is fighting fiercely with the Dongbians there, so the empire has always been lukewarm about this matter. Several old rivals of the principality also held back during the court discussions, saying that the Battle of Seattle will determine the fate of His Majesty the Emperor. How could Qianqiu Wei be able to mobilize troops just because of a war in a small principality?

It was not until half a month ago that news of the defeat came from Seattle.

The two legions on the left line of the imperial army advanced too far and went deep alone. They were ambushed by the famous general Longling Jun of the East Biya Empire. The main forces of the two legions were concentrated and surrounded. His Majesty the Emperor launched a full-line attack, hoping to defeat these two armies. A legion was saved, but it was a pity that it failed. Not only did it lose a hundred thousand troops, but the empire's eastward advance had to be stopped.

It was under such circumstances that His Majesty the Emperor finally agreed to the Duke's request for negotiation. Otherwise, you would be dead now."

"So, the blood of tens of thousands of us Normandy soldiers has been shed in vain? We can only retreat in such embarrassment? No, I am not willing to do it. I will not go there. Even if I die here, I will ask the hunter The Eagle Emperor launched a challenge to the death," Fierce Wolf Qilia said with an excited expression.

"That's your personal grudge. I know that you have always been secretly in love with the Goshawk Avize. You want to find the person who killed him, but you shouldn't drag the lives of all the Normans with it." Bokov, the prime minister of the principality, looked at him coldly. "Tomorrow I will negotiate with the Falcon Empire. As long as their request is not too excessive, I will agree to it," said Fierce Wolf Qilia.

The principality has lost nearly 70,000 outstanding warriors, and its vitality has been severely damaged. There are still enemies eyeing it all around. It should not be at this time to let the blood of warriors flow in vain on this strange land. If you insist on doing this, May I ask why you go to the ground to meet the goshawk Avize?"

After a long silence, the ferocious wolf Qilia raised her head and took a deep breath. "I will also go to the negotiation tomorrow and the Falcon Army does not recognize me. I will resolve this matter before everyone evacuates." , that Marquis of Vic, I will definitely use his head to pay tribute to Avize the Goshawk."

"What if the Marquis of Vic no longer exists?" Hearing Qilia's words, the principal prime minister Bokov smiled slightly and said, "You probably haven't known about the situation in northern Salander for a long time. Before I came here, I was a businessman. I learned something there, especially about the hero of the northern Salanders, the Marquis Vic.

According to the merchants, the Salander hero is dead,

It's because of a trivial cold. It's really funny to say that the fate of this Marquis Vic is really bad.

He caught a cold on the sea voyage back to Vic Harbor from Salander Kyoto, and was caught in a storm. He was already dead when he returned to the port. News soon spread that he had died. Many northern Salander nobles know that in fact, a person like him, even if he does not die of a cold, will die of the jealousy of his colleagues."

"Cold? How could someone like Goshawk Avize be defeated, and how could he die from a cold?" Qilia looked stupid, her eyes were bloodshot, and her pretty face suddenly turned blood red.

"This is the fate of heroes." Bokov sighed with emotion. "In fact, I have always thought that Goshawk Avi is on the battlefield. This is his fate. Do you want him to die on the door panel like a scoundrel?" On the bed?”