"Good news! The Kingdom's troops, led by Marshal Doro, have won a great victory over the Allied Forces!"

"His Majesty Cassius defeated 'Silver Wing' Ossedro and achieved a glorious victory!"

"The Kingdom's army is advancing on multiple fronts and is about to occupy the entire North!"

"The supreme ruler of the North, Grand Duke Leo, colluded with the devil and then disappeared mysteriously - is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"

The shouts and hawking of newsboys echoed throughout the streets of North Wind Castle.

The news of the kingdom's victory had already spread throughout North Wind Castle, but people were not surprised by it, because victory seemed to them to be a matter of course - what was more important was to seize the fruits of victory.

All factories stepped up production to cope with the huge dumping market that would soon be available and the consumer boom brought about by the war.

The prosperity of the military industry has driven the development of related industries, such as steel, manufacturing, machinery, etc. The development of these industries has brought more employment opportunities and economic growth.

Even some smart businessmen have begun to set off for the northern cities, striving to build factories in these newly occupied cities and seize the land in advance.

Various war-related products were also very popular, allowing some vendors to make a fortune. Some people even made a lot of money by relying on war bonds before the war.

This is what makes the Burning Kingdom extremely terrifying in the eyes of the northern nobles - the war will not only not weaken its national strength, but will also bring it a short-term prosperity and even ease the original social contradictions.

Compared to the North, which was in ruins due to grain collection, the Kingdom was like a war machine that never got tired.

At this moment, a grand triumphal ceremony was being held at the gate of Beifeng Castle.

"They're back!"

"It's the Kingdom's troops!"

"It's so impressive. I want to join the army, too."

"Is that Marshal Doro? The legendary jealous battle—well, why are you covering my mouth?"

"Are you going to die? How dare you say that? Be careful, the military department will come looking for you!"

The infantry, mainly composed of humans, hobgoblins, and tieflings, formed neat square formations. Following the drumbeats and marching in neat steps, they gradually approached Northwind Fort.

And Doro was at the back of the phalanx, riding on the back of a huge and strong heavily armored ground dragon beast.

Suddenly, there was an even louder commotion in the crowd - it turned out that the ogre wizard Rump, surrounded by a group of wizards and guards, came flying slowly towards them with a smile on his face and waving to the crowd, hovering in the air.

"Look! That's Lord Trump! Lord Trump actually came to greet us in person!"

"That's the kingdom's chief minister!"

"What a high standard, there are actually two dukes."

Accompanied by the passionate triumphal music of the Centaurs and in front of tens of thousands of people, Doro and Trump reunited again.

For some reason, Trump felt a little sad.

When we first met, I was just a slightly smarter ogre, and he was a giant hobgoblin leader who was so poor that he only had goblins under his command. I always had the upper hand over him.

And now, they have stood at the pinnacle of power in the entire Anzeta Wilderness, and can easily decide the fate of countless people.

But his status is still superior to the other party. As the first follower to follow the red dragon, he will always be the winner.

Trump thought so, but on the surface he remained calm and polite in his congratulations.

"Congratulations to Marshal Dolo on his triumphant return. This is truly a blessing for the entire kingdom."

"No, no, it's my honor that Mr. Trump is here to greet me personally."

Marshal Dolo jumped off the back of the Earth Dragon Beast, walked a few steps to Trump, held Trump's big hands tightly with both hands, and a hideous smile appeared on his ugly face.

Rump nodded slightly, a smile flashing in his eyes. The ogre knew that Doro had always had the ambition to replace him, and the clans they controlled had many conflicts, and open and covert fighting often occurred.

But now, Dolo has completely buried these thoughts deep in his heart.

Having been in high office for a long time, the hobgoblin marshal was no longer as cheerful as he was ten years ago. He knew that it was not a good thing to show a "jealous and barbaric" image in front of the people, and it would be even worse if it got to Cassius's ears.

Therefore, even though both of them had their own ulterior motives, they appeared to be having a good time and seemed to have a good understanding with each other.

"Marshal Doro, your military exploits have spread throughout the kingdom, and His Majesty has high praise for you." Lump said, "Next, the kingdom will need your strength to stabilize the situation in the north."

Marshal Doro nodded solemnly and said in a serious tone: "I will do my best to serve the kingdom faithfully."

With the return of the army, celebrations in Northwind Castle reached a climax.

"For the Burning Kingdom!"

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

“Triumph!
People flocked to the streets, cheering and jumping for joy to celebrate the victory, and Dole and Trump became the focus of heated discussion.

However, behind this jubilation, there are some unknown undercurrents - a few months later, the news of Osedro's escape and the defeat of the coalition forces spread to all parts of the continent of Feanso.

This remote kingdom has also received attention from various forces on the continent, and countless eyes of all kinds have been cast upon it.

Among the cheering crowd, a thin figure struggled to squeeze out of the crowded crowd and raised his hands high - it was Misha.

"Lord Trump! I want to see His Majesty!"

Misha shouted at the top of her lungs.

However, her voice was drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers, and her petite figure was lost in the frenzy of the crowd.

Trump is the chief minister of the kingdom, and countless people have requests for help from him.

At such an event, no one would care about an eight or nine-year-old girl, let alone listen to what she said.

"grown ups!"

"Lord Trump! Look at me, Lord Trump!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Trump flew slowly in the air holding his staff. He smiled what he thought was a gentle smile and kept waving to the citizens around him.

The tall and strong citizens used their physical advantages to squeeze to the front of the team, while the thin Misha was quickly pushed to the back.

The crowd in front of her was like a high wall, blocking her sight and trapping her behind.

"Don't, don't block me."

"I want to see Mr. Trump!"

Misha was so anxious that she was about to cry.

This is a rare opportunity for her as a civilian to meet Mr. Trump. If she misses it, she won’t know when she will get the chance again.

By then, there would be no question of her revenge.

"what should I do?"

Misha lowered her eyes, bit her lip, and her clenched fists trembled slightly.

Finally, Misha seemed to have made up her mind and raised her head resolutely, tears welling up in her slightly red eyes. (End of this chapter)