Chapter 300 Guess
The scout was caught by the wyvern. His body was covered with wounds, and blood was still gushing out of his broken arm. He looked quite miserable, with blood splattering in the air.

"Damn it, big brother, please don't die, I still need you to claim the reward!"

"Noodles, speed up!"

Mantou suddenly became a little flustered and no longer had his previous calm demeanor.

However, the dying scout grinned and said in a gloomy tone: "Evil dragon minions, I will never let your conspiracy succeed!"

"For the Principality of Bosk!"

"For Archduke Leo!"

"For the glory of the North!"

The scout shouted heartbreakingly, his voice a little hoarse.

Lian Mantou was frightened by this crazy-looking scout and tried to dissuade him:
"Damn it, big brother, don't be impulsive. Life is so beautiful. It's not worth sacrificing your life for a backward feudal regime. Do you know that this is just their brainwashing method--"

He was afraid that the credit he had gained would turn into death.

"Ah."

However, the scout did not give Mantou a chance to talk back. He bit through the poison sac that had been prepared in his mouth without hesitation and swallowed the deadly sticky venom.

Dark red blood spurted out of his mouth, his body quickly turned pale, and his head drooped weakly.

That's how he died.

"Ow?"

Noodles cried out in confusion and shook the still warm corpse with its paw. Its simple brain couldn't understand why someone would voluntarily seek death.

Mantou was in tears.

"My gold coins and contributions——"

"Oh, forget it, just send it to Nocturne. At least we can annihilate the enemy."

Mantou sighed again and patted the wyvern's neck gently.

He arrived at Nocturne's headquarters in Rackman Castle and handed in the scout's mutilated body. Now he could only receive the meager reward for killing the enemy.

Although there was also a reward of three gold coins, compared to the generous reward for capturing a spy alive, the gap between the two made Mantou feel extremely disappointed. He almost received the rewards with a sad face.

“Failure is a constant in life.”

"My gold coins and contributions are gone with my life, and will never come back."

Mantou sat on the flying dragon's back and spoke in a deep voice.

Just then, his system panel alerted him that he had received a message from Singo.

Singo: Chilin Garrison, come quickly.

I'm going to eat steamed buns: ok
Today's garrison is twenty meters high and can be regarded as a landmark building in the city. It looks even more out of place in this era. There are several statues of knights riding flying dragons at the entrance, and in the center is a huge bust of Cassius. The gate is engraved with the emblem unique to the Burning Kingdom - golden vertical pupils surrounded by flames.

There are hundreds of flying dragons parked on the top of the building, and many workers are busy working on it.

After several years of careful training by Alger, the kingdom now has thirty-seven native Red Scale Conquerors. Together with the newly joined players, there are nearly a hundred Dragon Knights here. Their size is almost larger than the original North Wind Eagle Guards, and their combat strength is far stronger than theirs.

“This place is quite luxurious now.”

"It's just that the smell of dragon feces is too strong."

Mantou parked the noodles at the door and walked into the hall alone.

He found Singo sitting comfortably on a leather sofa in a separate office. This guy had been doing well recently, becoming the leader of the Third Regiment of the Red Scale Conquerors, managing more than 30 dragon knights under him, and receiving a large amount of gold coins and contributions every day.

This made Mantou very envious, and he often regretted why he did not stay in the garrison to further his studies.

Singo picked up the wine glass on the table and shook it gently.

"Long time no see, Mantou."

"If you have anything to say, please say it. I'm very busy right now. Don't show off here. Don't you just want me to see your luxurious treatment?"

Mantou said patiently.

Soon, Tiansheng Zhan Kuang and Xia Ye Qiu Yu also arrived here.

The "Black Slave Quartet" that was once famous during the internal beta period finally gathered for the first time during the public beta.

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang touched his bald head and looked around subconsciously: "Your place is really nice."

The autumn rain on summer nights has black marks all over its face, as if it had just been fished out of a coal mine.

She recently co-founded the [Five Fireball Cult] guild with several good friends, focusing on the various research and development and applications of fireball magic, attracting a large number of fireball enthusiasts. She has now completely abandoned her own image.

Seeing that everyone was present, Singo spoke:
"You should have noticed recently that many spies from the North have appeared in North Wind Castle, and Bosk's scout knights have also appeared frequently on the border."

"I just caught one, but unfortunately he committed suicide."

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on Mantou's face. He felt extremely regretful when he thought of the gold coins that slipped from his fingertips.

The natural warrior also chuckled: "I caught one recently, but I didn't control my strength well and killed him with one punch."

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Xia Ye Qiu Yu shook her head tiredly: "I was experimenting with the continuous fireball technique and didn't pay much attention to these."

However, when she mentioned the word "fireball", her eyes lit up with excitement again, as if there was a flame burning in her pupils, which scared Mantou so much that he subconsciously took a few steps forward.

Singo nodded slightly and said:
"now it's right."

"The big one is coming."

Mantou immediately guessed what Singo was thinking: "You mean - war? A war against the Principality of Bosk?"

Singo crossed his hands and rested them lightly on his chin.

"It's not just the Principality of Bosk."

"According to the intelligence I have obtained, Grand Duke Leo is the nominal leader of the United Kingdom of the North. After the Lionheart Alliance, he has the honorary title of 'Monarch of the North'. The Principality of Bosk is also the largest country in the North. Once the Kingdom goes to war with the Principality of Bosk, it is almost equivalent to declaring war on the entire North."

"And the situation is far more complicated than this. Although the Anzeta Wilderness is a remote and closed place, once a war of this scale breaks out, the Fadlan Empire in the south, the Harpers Alliance across the continent, the Free Trade Confederation in Silver Moon Bay, and others may all intervene, and the situation will become unprecedentedly chaotic."

Mantou thought for a long time before uttering a few words: "Is it so awesome?"

"What should we do if the kingdom loses? We are already stuck."

Singo shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, there's no way this will fail."

"The forces in the South are indeed powerful, but their base is not in Anzeta, and their support for the North is extremely limited. After my investigation, the Kingdom's overall strength has opened up a huge gap with the countries in the North. Whether it is politics, economy or military, it has a crushing advantage, not to mention the Burning King.

Finally, he expressed his conclusion.

"Unless the authorities come up with some kind of deus ex machina, there is no way we will fail. The kingdom will definitely unify the Anzeta Wasteland."

　Declare war on England, declare war on France, declare war on America!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)