Mandelkesburg.

This magnificent city, which was established by the Knights of La Rochelle and then expanded, was built by the provincial capital of Amasir. Since its completion in 1273, it has never been threatened by the enemy to the foot of the city wall.

It is protected by the forest and protected by the elves. The "Green Tower" in the city radiates almost the entire Amasil, and through its powerful earth element ductility, it protects all the long boundaries.

The statue of Nora in the center of the city gives endless power to these warriors who are loyal to nature on the land of Amasil.

They seemed invincible in this land, and even the army of the Osaint Emma people went north from the Adelaide Sea, they did not cause any harm to it.

Not to mention the words that made the enemy provocatively echoed the whole city.

However, at this moment.

On July 3, 1441, the sky above Mandelkesburg.

Even the Green Tower could not hinder the strange wind flow, and could only allow the wind to spread the clear voice of the boy throughout the city.

So, from the woodlands on the outskirts to the inner castle in the middle of the city, from the fields on the riverside to the towers on the hills, the entire Mandexburg, the farmers, merchants, construction workers, scholars, soldiers, and even those who are in high positions, they all heard the young man's declaration of war-

"Marquis de Cyril Adrien!"

"Please Viscount Joyce O'Connor, Viscount Hobert O'Connor-

Let's go out of the city and tell me!"

In front of the inner city castle, the three tall and heroic Hobbit family's three young men had just entered Mandexburg less than an hour ago. They were about to enter the inner city castle to discuss the counterattack with their brothers. At this moment, they almost staggered and tripped by the steps of the carriage.

With a pale face, he straightened his waist with the help of the guards, drank the people watching the fun, and then looked up at the sky.

Inside the castle, the highest seat in the living room, the seat that originally belonged to Duke Amasil and Dalsey O'Connor, the unshaven man sitting on it was as cold as frost, slapped the table in front of him heavily, and made a dull echo.

The "Green Hill" in the city, the "Green Tower" of Amasil's Dinghai Sword Needle, stood here. In the orchard on the hill, holding thick books in his hands, several mages in long robes stopped at the same time, listening to the message from outside the city.

Then, the old mage led by the leader showed a look of helplessness or a smile:

"He's here."

"Mr. Zimmerman, you seem to have expected this?"

An apprentice behind him said curiously: "It's really strange. The Green Tower has its own magic protection field. The gust of wind was obviously manipulated by magic. It can actually ignore the barrier of the Green Tower..."

"Bang!" A younger wizarded the apprentice's back of the head. The latter covered his head in pain, but did not dare to make any complaints. He just said aggrievedly: "Mr. Haber, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Nothing wrong, I just felt very upset when I thought that the initiator of all this was just a sixteen-year-old boy."

Amy Harber shook his head helplessly with the same bitter smile as Lewis Zimmerman:

"Today last year, who would have thought that the Earl, such a small place as Siliki, could actually do this?"

"Maybe...we should have left the Green Tower and went to Siliki?"

They had experienced the wind and snow of the northern border together, and had personally experienced the reversal of the war in the northern border. At that time, they had received hints and invitations from the boy. However, the two mages who played for the O'Connor family did not choose to turn against each other.

"If I had gone there, maybe you could still be the dean of the Mage Academy. Now, tsk, Siliki has many mages." Lewis stroked his beard and smacked his tongue.

The apprentices behind him were completely stunned. It took a while before someone reacted and asked timidly: "Two gentlemen, what do you mean by what you said...?"

This twilight professional-level mage looked into the distance, and from the direction of the inner castle in the city, a long row of cavalry rushed out of the inner castle gate, rushed up the main road of the city, and headed straight towards the west city gate.

Then he whispered softly: "Duke Amasil, you want to change your surname to Adrien."

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Hagen Troni was already stunned.

Even though he had chopped zombies and chopped skeletons, he thought he was already a big heart, and he should be calm in any situation.

But at this moment, his heart was pounding rapidly, almost breaking his ventricle and making a hole in the outer armor on his body.

His lord, with his own strength, was already crazy enough to clamor for the capital of a province, and more importantly, he heard the word—

Marquis.

Marquis of Siliki? Isn’t the title of Lord Lord an Earl? Why was he promoted to Marquis?

He is not Wolf Ston, an idiot like Antonia Alex who only knows how to lead troops and train troops. He remembers what Mr. Atsk Angels said in his heart, and he also has a certain concept of the title of the kingdom.

An earl, but only has the right to that small area.

As a marquis, the area within which he can govern is a whole large area!

Sixteen-year-old Marquis!

Just as he was excited, the gate of Mandexburg in front finally slowly lowered, and a row of heavy cavalry rushed out of the city quickly. They were all golden shields and golden halberds. The horses under their crotch were carrying golden armor. Jin Yang painted on the big flag floating behind them confirmed his identity: Amasil's ace heavy cavalry, "Forest Tree Guard".

They stood in front of the moat, and the two heroic generals surrounded by them were the two heirs of the O'Connor family.

Hobber O'Connor, with Joyce O'Connor.

Cyril, who was walking in the wind, had already fallen to the ground. He held the long sword at his waist alone and stood in front of dozens of heavy cavalrymen, like a weak courtier in a brothel facing a group of strong men, with no momentum.

This is not the first time that Hobert has seen this half-elf boy. At last year's "Feng Festival", he and Cyril had met several times, and were deeply impressed by the Earl who was able to take away the Crown of Mufeng from the Elf.

But this was the first time Joyce saw Cyril. Looking at the weak look of the other party, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Cyril Adrien-I just heard you, seemingly calling yourself a Marquis? If I remember correctly, you should be the Earl of Cialique, right!"

"According to the laws of the Kingdom of La Rochelle, you, as the Earl of Siliki, crossed the border and occupied the territory of Duke Amasil, Morino City, Phil Territory, Qingnzo City, Fengsha Castle, Luye City, Bianlin Town, Zhuma Town, Xiangbao Town, Linshuiwan Town, Dujiaolin Town, and a total of ten cities!"

"Do you admit this crime or not!"

Joyce threatened the young man in front of him on the horse's back with a stern expression. This was a "carnation" that he had long thought of counterattacking Siliki. At this moment, he was just taking advantage of the weak power of the Lord Siliki in front of him to crush him in one breath!

Gu Yu

As for the more than 200 infantry soldiers behind him - without spears and hard shields, they probably won't last a turn under the impact of their ace heavy cavalry guards, the Forest Tree!

What a shitty Lord Siliki dared to be alone and shout without even bringing the army?

It is really funny that my brother was able to take away six cities from behind by such a person!

And his own brother, Gene O'Connor, what is Gene doing? He was able to take the initiative by an outsider and even be loyal to him? Funny, so funny!

Joyce wished that after annihilated the entire Siliki army, he would tie up Gene and torture him, check his mental state, and see what was in his head!

If Joyce had done it himself, he would have killed them all long ago!

As for the "unicorn forest town" he lost, he naturally ignored it-

His tone was full of momentum, coupled with the absolute high degree of suppression brought by sitting upright on the horse, and the other party's unresponsive posture made him feel that the young man was about to worship him.

"Joyce." Hobert knew that the boy was not a simple person. He shouted softly from behind, but what he got was his brother's rolling eyes.

But just as he was about to continue the demonstration, the young man in front of him finally raised his head and exposed the handsome face in front of them.

There was no emotion related to tension or fear on that face, but it looked lazy, just like opening your eyes in the warm sunshine after a nap.

Then the eyebrows raised, and the young half-elf gently patted the sword around her waist, with a smile in her voice:

"Are you finished?"

"That's it?"

Joyce raised his long eyebrows, and suddenly raised the spear in his hand. In response, a line of forest tree guards beside him immediately followed his movements, lifting the halberd in his hand, as if he was about to charge in the next second, and used the halberd to throw the young man from bottom to top to fly away in the air.

But Cyril responded faster. The long sword in his hand choked out of the sheath. The silver light shone, and the wind was swept. In the blink of an eye, tall blue knight figures lined up to both sides of him. They were all wearing thick armor, and their mounts were like tigers and leopards, with evil spirits, and their numbers were just opposite to the forest tree guards in front of them.

At the same time, a dark fire flashed from behind, and the boy naturally made a move to turn over the horse, and a war horse with black bodies appeared under his crotch.

This sudden change in power contrast made O'Connor's array retreat a few steps back. The two brothers of O'Connor's family looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise - they had never seen such a military force!

What is this? Summoning technique?

While they were stunned, Cyril finally threw something out of his arms, drew an arc in the air, and landed steadily in Hobert O'Connor's arms.

Hobert hurriedly picked up, and in his hand was a heavy metal token, which looked like a long sword inserted in the flowers, elegant and cold.

"The position of the marquis was personally granted by His Highness Anastasia." Cyril sat upright on the horse's back, and the marquis's ordinance was enough to prove his identity. "I came here to tell you."

"From now on, the title of Duke of Amasil will be temporarily suspended. No civil war will occur in Amasil's territory. All the troops in Amasil's territory will obey my orders."

"Operational offender."

"cut."

Finally, his face no longer had that lazy look, and his green eyes seemed to reflect a deep pool. The chill emitted from it made the two viscounts covered in goose bumps.

Hobert swallowed, and opened his mouth and wanted to stubbornly say: "Just say yes..."

But as soon as he said that, he felt a cold wind blowing, and a chilling whirring from behind his back, and then there seemed to be some cold sharpness in front of his neck, pressing against his throat.

"Correction, I am ordering you, not informing you."

The young man's clear and clear voice came from behind his head, but it was heard in his ears, but it was like being in hell.

He swallowed, loosened his weak hand, and threw the spear in his hand to the ground.

Cyril stood up from his horse's back, standing in the saddle, squinting at Joyce O'Connor on one side.

"And you?"

Joyce's eyes twitched. He suddenly turned his horse's head and ran to Mandexburg behind him. He took out a token from his arms, held it high and shook it non-stop, and shouted wildly: "Green Tower, Green Tower, listen to my orders and kill that count for me!"

However, as he got closer to Mandelkesburg, he found that the suspension bridge was slowly rising, and the city gate gradually closed, without any intention of letting him in-
To be continued...