The next day at noon.

The Duke of Fisher stood in the window of the study on the third floor, overlooking his castle.

After half a day and a night of repairs, most of the damage caused by yesterday's battle has been restored. Even the city gates that were blown up by spells were restored by the wizards of Wizardland. Apart from some new traces, it is no different from the past.

The castle can be restored, but the deceased cannot be resurrected.

The Duke of Fisher looked sore, his eyes flashed over the centaurs standing on the posts in various parts of the castle, crossed the city wall, and looked across the trench outside the trench outside the castle, and a continuous tent set up a simple camp.

More centaurs were running and training in the wide camp, shouting and horse hooves mixed together, making the castle and nearby residents distracted and couldn't rest all night.

However, what attracted the Duke of Fisher the most was not the centaurs, but the knights riding bronze pegasus.

and the extraordinary warriors in blue armor.

Their numbers are not large, and there are less than 200 people in total, but the combat effectiveness they show makes it hard for Duke Fisher to forget. Last night, he found a few mercenaries familiar with the empire from the city of Balosk overnight. After asking, he found out that these two extraordinary legions were private armies built by Earl Glamorgan.

A group called the Extreme War, they are not humans, but barbarians from the Sain Plateau. They have risen like comets in the past two years, and have a great reputation even in the empire.

The other is the Knights of the Gun Wings.

They are not as prominent as the Extreme Team and have a lower strength, but their unique fighting style is far superior to any legion of Kanggatro.

The soul gun weapons used by the two legions were all from the hands of Count Glamorgan, which caused countless people to spy on it, but behind him was the Vizelan Floating City, so he could keep the secret created by the soul gun.

"Earl of Glamorgan..."

The Duke of Fisher has a complicated gaze.

After understanding, he understood what kind of opponent he had met. The young man's experience was magical. He was born as a civilian and became a disciple of the Holy Soul Wizard. Within two years, he was promoted to a legendary wizard and entered the six-person parliament of Wizelland. There were also a series of legendary deeds, like a hero who came out of the epic.

Last night, when the extraordinary mercenaries from the empire mentioned the Earl of Glamorgan, they all looked furious and their faces were full of worship.

The last dragon descendants actually formed a relationship with such a legendary figure and brought the wizard group to Congatro. The cold kingdom was destined to be uneasy.

As expected, the relationship between Count Glamorgan and His Highness Emilys is much more than cooperation.

The guards in the castle reported that the two lived in the same bedroom last night without hiding their intimacy.

"He is the key to the restoration of the dragon descendants!"

The Duke of Fisher clarified his thoughts, but his mood was very complicated.

The stronger the Count Glamorgan is, the greater the origin, the higher the possibility of the Drogonburg dynasty restoration. As the first Fisher family to swore allegiance, they will have the merit of following the dragon. In the future, the dragon descendants will ascend to the throne and gain more benefits.

However, the unwillingness and resentment in his heart could not be erased.

The Duke of Fisher returned to his desk and picked up a briefing. This was the list of losses for the battle of the Bendrift Fort. The most dazzling one on it was the number of casualties and wounded by the sturgeon.

One hundred and twenty people were slightly injured, forty-five people were seriously injured, and the number of deaths was nearly three hundred!

The Duke of Fisher closed his eyes in pain. The entire Hewan Legion had only more than 1,300 sturgeons, with more than 300 losses at a time. Since the founding of the Legion, there have never been such a heavy casualties.

The cultivation of each sturgeon is extremely difficult, and the family has invested countless resources and energy.

The Duke of Fisher could call out the name of any sturgeon, know their background and family, and even remember their parents and wives, teach them step by step, and watch them grow up, but now they have become more than 300 broken corpses. When they think about it, it makes his heart bleeding.

In addition to the sturgeon samurai, the Hewan Legion also had an extraordinary man of 1,500 people, and they also invested a lot of effort. Their losses were even greater, with more than 700 casualties!

In less than a quarter of an hour of battle, the power of the Fisher family was weakened by 30%.

Not to mention the ransom of five million golden dragons.

If the murderer who caused all this was Congatro's family, Duke Fisher would never die with the enemy, temporarily begging for the sake of grievances and avenge this time.

However, the other party comes from the empire.

Their power is so powerful that it is hopeless that they are enemies with them, or take the opportunity to turn against them in future wars, and their fate will only be more tragic than they are now.

Twist!

The door of the study was knocked by someone, and the Duke of Fisher took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions, return to his calm and majestic expression, and then he made a sound.

"Come in."

The one who entered the door was his adopted son Berissi.

In yesterday's battle, he fled from the castle with his family's direct descendants from the underwater secret passage, but was intercepted by the wizards. The entire river was frozen and failed.

"Duke." Berisi's figure is as slender and well-proportioned as all sturgeons, and very handsome. He has a pair of gray-green eyes, a small beard on his chin, and a few gray hair mixed in his dark hair. He has already entered middle age.

He glanced at Duke Fisher quietly and swept the briefing on the table.

Berisi also read the contents of this report. Although the Duke's expression was calm, as one of the Duke's closest people, he knew very well that the Duke's mood was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

He wanted to speak but stopped, with a hint of sadness on his face.

"Berisi, what's the matter?" Duke Fisher frowned slightly and asked while sitting still.

"Sir," Berisy gently wiped his eyes to conceal his disobedience. "All the lords are almost here, and the ceremony in the Baihe Hall has been arranged, and it is time to start."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Duke Fisher nodded.

He knew that Berisi had never had a rest since yesterday. His adopted son was not outstanding. He had several times more resources than other sturgeon samurai, and his own personal guidance. He had only barely entered the advanced level for more than 30 years of practice and could no longer make progress.

However, Berrisey is quick-witted, reliable in his work, and has a talent that is beyond ordinary people, so he usually likes to keep it with him and asks him to do many things.

Sometimes, the Duke of Fisher even had the idea of ​​regret, and it would be great if Berissi was his own son.

"Where is His Highness Emilys and several speakers?" asked the Duke of Fisher.

"Everyone is resting in the castle." Besili's eyes flashed and asked in a low voice: "Sir, will you inform them of the ceremony now?"

The Duke of Fisher looked at the wall clock and said, "Wait for another hour."

Berrissi turned and left.

As he was about to leave the door, the Duke of Fisher suddenly called him, remained silent for a few breaths, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think the restoration of the Drogonburg Dynasty has more benefits or more harm to the Fisher family?"

Berissi returned to the table and saw the casualties brief again.

He pondered for a while before answering: "Duke, we are bordering the territory of the Lauberdir family. There have been constant disputes for thousands of years. Overall, the Fisher family is at a disadvantage. When Mark usurped the Iron Throne, it was even more unfavorable to us and was suppressed everywhere. Therefore, we formed an alliance with Duke Dance and stood opposite Mark."

"Sir, our territory, population and army are not as good as the Lauberdir family. This is the pattern that was set when the seven major families divided up Congatro."

"This order has been maintained until now, and if it cannot be broken, the Fisher family will not be able to turn over."

At the end of the day, Berissi's voice gradually rose a little, "The Lauberdill family is our number one enemy, they are our greatest threat!"

"The immediate losses are temporary. The Dragonborn Restoration War will bring great chaos to Congatero, and it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us."

Berisi looked straight into the Duke of Fisher's eyes, paused, and said slowly: "Chaos are the ladders, which can allow us to reach higher positions."

The Duke of Fisher remained silent and did not respond for a long time.

Berisy saluted respectfully and stepped back.

An hour later, Duke Fisher walked out of the study. He changed into solemn and luxurious clothes, with a sword around his waist, a fish-shaped badge on his chest, and his gray hair was neatly combed. He entered the White River Hall surrounded by the sturgeon guards.

"Duke."

"See Your Excellency the Duke!"

Many lords gathered in the hall. They were all vassals of the Fisher family. They rushed to Benliu Castle with their guards. On the way, they heard about the sudden changes in the castle.

The dragon descended on the back, the slums fell, and the Duke of Fisher swore allegiance...

This series of news shocked the lords. Some people doubted the truth and falsehood. It was not until they arrived at the Bendliu Castle that they saw thousands of centaurs outside with their own eyes, and the residents of Balosk City were also spreading news about dragon descendants everywhere, and then they confirmed that it was true.

They were summoned to the White River Hall and found that it was also occupied by a group of tall warriors wearing blue armor.

The aura of these extraordinary warriors is terrifying.

They did not restrict the lord's actions, nor did they show hostility, but the lords were sitting on pins and needles, and the guards around them stood honestly, not daring to speak out at will.

It was not until the Duke of Fisher that the lords felt a little relieved, as if they had found the backbone. Everyone had countless words to ask their lords.

"Sit down."

The Duke of Fisher walked up the steps under the feet of the statue of Oshener, but did not sit on the high-backed chair representing the duke's status as usual.

He stood by the chair and looked around his vassal.

"The news you heard is true. I have decided to regain allegiance to the Drogonburg family and fully support His Highness Emilys to attack Mark and regain the Iron Throne." Duke Fisher said loudly.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the lords were still in an uproar when they heard the Duke of Fisher admit it personally.

The Duke of Fisher raised his hand to calm down, "My vassals, you all have the obligation to send troops to join the siege of the usurpers."

"Who agrees and who object?"

The Duke of Fisher swept over the lords, and as expected, some people dodged their eyes and looked hesitant on their faces, and they could not make such a major decision for a moment.

Some lords immediately stood up to express their loyalty, half-kneeled, and shouted: "The Barreken family swears to follow the Duke to the death."

"The Dari family swears to follow the Duke to the death."

"The Malister family..."

Several lords expressed their opinions in succession, with a rainbow of momentum, which forced the remaining vassal families to the corner. They noticed the attitude of Duke Fisher and knew that there was no room for discussion, so they could only take the oath.

"very good!"

The Duke of Fisher nodded with satisfaction, looking pleased.
To be continued...