Chapter 147 The Situation in the North

After the death of Duke Brad, the Burning Embers quickly occupied the entire North Wind Castle. Needless to say, important areas such as the City Hall and the Arsenal fell into the control of the dragon's minions.

The Rackman Castle, surrounded by the Shadow Curse, was blocked by the army and became a restricted area.

The gates of North Wind Castle are guarded by the hobgoblin army armed with muskets. The whole city is under martial law and no one dares to escape from here, because the city is surrounded by patrols composed of dragon vein goblins and kobolds who are eager to tear apart any escapees.

A depressing atmosphere permeated Northwind Castle.

There are more than 30,000 people in the city, and everyone is worried about his or her fate.

As North Wind Castle was breached, news of the fall of the Principality of Rackman spread to all parts of Anzeta.

Almost all the northern nobles had anticipated the fall of the Principality of Rackman, but they were not prepared for it to fall so quickly.

"Purgatory Scourge" Cassius, leading his evil servants, demonstrated terrible war capabilities and occupied the vast Principality of Rackman in less than a month, causing this country that had lasted for four centuries to disappear in the long river of history.

For a time, there was panic in the Northern United Kingdom, and everyone was in danger.

But soon, wyverns appeared all over Anzeta, dropping leaflets like snowflakes.

That was a formal announcement.

Brad Rackman, the ruler of the Rackman Principality, signed a contract with an evil being and transformed himself into a vampire. During his two hundred years of rule, he killed and enslaved the local people, creating shocking atrocities and leaving a lot of blood on his hands. At the same time, Brad Rackman repeatedly sent people to invade the territory of the Burning Embers Nest and even sent troops, which seriously threatened the local security and destroyed the peace and order of the Anzeta Wasteland.

For this reason, the great red dragon, the King of Burning Ashes, His Majesty Cassius Claudeu Norikius, upheld justice and fairness, brought justice to the dead people, killed Brad Rackman, and brought the dark and corrupt Rackman Principality under his wise rule, which officially announced that the great Kingdom of Burning Ashes was established.

But behind this announcement came a dizzying series of additional terms.

"The Principality of Nott aided the tyrant and assisted the Principality of Rackman in attacking Storm Peak, violating the sovereignty of the Kingdom of Burning Embers. We believe that the actions of the Nott family are extremely reckless. They are incapable of being responsible for their own citizens and territory, and should be supervised and managed by the kingdom."

"The Principality of Bosk was deceived by Duke Brad and joined the so-called coalition, causing great losses to the kingdom. It should be compensated with 25,000 gold coins. At the same time..."

"The Principality of Carter sent people to fabricate shameful rumors, and its "Song of the Burning Embers" had an extremely bad impact on public opinion in the kingdom."

"The Principality of Fano colluded with the Rackman family and provided certain economic support, which indirectly caused damage to the kingdom..."

The nobles of the northern countries were in an uproar.

How dare this greedy dragon blackmail the entire United Kingdom of the North!
He is far more greedy than those red dragons who only know how to demonstrate their military power by massacring cities!
Cassius, the "Flame Dragon" who was once unknown and existed only in the stories of bards, had grown into such a behemoth right under their noses in just a few short years. He had reached the point where he could make the North tremble with just a flap of his wings.

You know, even the "Glacier Wings" a hundred years ago only destroyed a city, but did not occupy the principality, or even launch blackmail on the entire United Kingdom of the North.

Giant dragons ruled the earth. That was something that only happened in legends, and it could even be traced back to the first era when dragons and giants fought against each other. But now it was actually happening before the nobles of the North.

At least in these centuries, at least since the establishment of the United Kingdom of the North, such an arrogant dragon has never appeared in the Anzeta Wilderness!
In Stratford Castle, the nominal capital of the United Kingdom and the capital of the Principality of Bosk, there is the magnificent Lion Council Hall.

Hundreds of nobles from the North gathered together to discuss how to deal with this terrifying dragon. This was the first time since the Lionheart Alliance thirty years ago.

"Too deceiving!"

"This evil dragon is going too far!"

Duke Leo Bosc slammed the flyer on the long table.

His face was filled with anger, his tall and sturdy body was shaking with anger, and even his lion-like beard was trembling. His thunderous roar made the servants around him panic. "We, the Principality of Bosco, will never accept such humiliating terms!"

"Who does he think he is? He's just a fire-breathing lizard. We Scanians have killed dozens of such lizards before we could gain a foothold in Anzeta!"

Not far from him, the Grand Duke of Norton, Oliver Norton, was also filled with righteous indignation and slammed the table, "Yes! We must take back the territory of the Rackman Principality! Kill this overconfident red dragon!"

"Otherwise, there is no way to quell the public anger!"

Grand Duke Oliver gritted his teeth. He hated Cassius to the core.

The Burning Embers Empire's announcements to other countries were just extortion of money, passage rights, etc. But what they extorted from the Principality of Norton was the so-called "international trusteeship rights", and the reason was even more ridiculous: "Grand Duke Oliver is incapable of governing the Principality of Norton and needs the assistance of the more civilized and orderly Burning Embers Empire."

The big joke of slipping the world!

This is a blatant insult to him!

An empire ruled by monsters had the nerve to make such a shameless declaration to him. This announcement made Grand Duke Oliver unable to sleep well for several days. In a fit of rage, he dismissed all the messengers that were originally planned to be sent to the Burning Nest.

"But... that red dragon can cast eight-ring spells."

"There are only a few spellcasters of this level in the entire North. He is devastating to the army."

A hoarse and tired voice sounded.

"Grey Eagle" Schroeder also participated in this meeting, but his eyes were dim at this moment, filled with fatigue and helplessness, as well as hatred for the red dragon from the bottom of his soul.

The lord he was loyal to and the country he lived in had all been destroyed, so he had no choice but to drift here and was barely taken in by Grand Duke Leo.

"Perhaps we can seek help from outside."

"Yes, it is rumored that the 'Twilight Blade' who traveled from the south killed a red dragon six years ago, but I don't know if it is true or not.

A noble said.

Hearing this, Grand Duke Leo's anger subsided a little. He asked the noble beside him: "Count Tapley, didn't the 'Twilight Blade' stay in your territory? Can you still contact her?"

Lord Tapley shook his head helplessly: "She left in a hurry five years ago and did not leave any message."

Grand Duke Leo said solemnly: "Perhaps we can look to the south and seek help from the Holy Fadlan Empire in the south."

"I'm afraid not."

Count Trish, who was often sent on diplomatic missions to the south, said, "Unprecedented rebellions have recently broken out in many provinces of Fadland. His Majesty Aragon has been leading the Sun Legion to fight for several months. I'm afraid he can't take care of us."

Grand Duke Leo roared angrily:
"Then what should we do? Are we just going to sit there and surrender to the red dragon, watching him show off his might in front of us?"

The nobles were silent, and only the roar of Grand Duke Leo echoed in the hall.

At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded
——It was actually “Grey Eagle” Schroeder.

"Your Excellency the Duke, I know someone who may be able to fight against the red dragon and is willing to provide assistance."

(End of this chapter)