You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 343 Once you start thinking, many things become meaningless.

Iceland, the royal court.

"Woo..."

Yarman stood atop the watchtower, raising the bull horn high, its massive mouth pointed towards the sky, and he let out a powerful, deep roar, like the growl of a giant beast.

Other horns then sounded throughout Iceland, their chorus resounding like rolling thunder echoing across the heavens.

The Icelandic royal family has ruled Iceland for over a century and still follows ancient traditions from Igor.

Every time a war breaks out, the tribal chief will sound the first horn. In the ensuing battle, the sound of the first horn will be imprinted deep in the hearts of every warrior, making them forget their fear of the battlefield and death, and fight the enemy with their lives on the line.

The louder the voice, the more it indicates the desire for victory.

Yarman had an incredible lung capacity and a very loud voice. The horn he blew was especially loud and penetrating, surprising and delighting all who heard it.

Then he handed the bull horn to the attendant.

This was used by the first pirate king when he attacked the mainland, and it is still kept in the Icelandic treasury.

"Father, are we really going? This war clearly won't affect Iceland. Once we get involved, it will be very difficult to extricate ourselves." Yarman's eldest son had some doubts about this.

“Nelson, this is not something to think about, because once you start thinking, many things become meaningless. We just need to forge ahead,” Yarman said to his offspring.

"You must know that His Majesty the Conqueror bestowed Iceland upon my grandfather, bringing peace and technology, allowing us to bask in the light of civilization, and nurturing Iceland to grow strong. He gave selflessly, and all he awaited was our return a hundred years later."

Yarman was as strong as an ox, with rugged features, a thick beard, and abundant body hair, giving him a strong barbarian appearance.

“We have sworn an oath,” he said. “We have sworn an oath to the Dragon King. It is an ancient covenant. If Blackburg is ordered, Iceland cannot stand idly by. We will uphold order and jointly protect this land.”

Nelson followed up, saying, “But the Lord of the Black Iron broke the rules first. He handed over the Thorn Peninsula to Alex. Although the peninsula is desolate and barren, it belongs to the Icelandic royal family. The Lord of the Black Iron used it as a political bargaining chip, which is disrespectful to us.”

"My child," Yarman said, "the ancestral covenant is not a business transaction. Iceland has never been able to govern such a vast land. As you said, the land of Igor is also my fiefdom, but will those barbarian tribes obey my orders to send troops? Let alone Igor and the Thorn Peninsula, even the nobles of Iceland have begun to disobey the royal family. When I ask them for some wool, they all make excuses. If we do not fulfill our promise to the conquerors, the prestige of the King of Iceland will be lost. Who will be willing to obey us in the future?"

He concluded by saying, "To be a king is to lead by example!"

Then, the King of Iceland addressed his younger brother, Porter, the Marshal of the Axe Guard, saying, “Summon all the Axe Guards and their candidates to come with me to the battlefield.”

Potter bowed and said, "As you wish, Your Majesty."

He is a staunch supporter and blood brother of the King of Iceland, and strongly supports this campaign to defend the king.

However, the Icelandic army could not enter, and even if they could, it would be too late. Communicating with the many Icelandic nobles would take time, and assembling an army would also take a lot of time. They did not have the time and could only send elite troops to fight.

"Just carry a small amount of food. Once we reach the northern front, we'll ask Alex for supplies."

"So how many people are you planning to gather?"

"Two thousand axe guards! At least two thousand! Bring out all the equipment from the armory," said the King of Iceland.

The palace's axe guards alone are far from enough; we must recruit from the nobility. Yarman added, "Send a message to the entire Arctic Ocean: if there are any qualified warriors willing to join us, then let them all come."

Potter then said, “Your Majesty, do you remember the news I reported some time ago about the depths of the land of Ego?”

“Of course I remember, you said the Igor people witnessed those flying things, and it was related to a witch,” Potter said. “They’re appearing more frequently now… I mean in swarms. They rarely appear in the human world, and the last large-scale gathering was a hundred years ago. Now someone has caught a glimpse of them again.”

Yarman's expression turned grave. "Is it an envoy from the Dragon King?"

"No, the high priest of Igor believed that they were just a group of restless wild dragons, but their appearance symbolized that something very bad was quietly happening. To this day, we still do not know what that witch named Cassandra did."

“Porter, after this war is over, come with me to Ego and find out what’s going on,” Yarman said.

He had a vague premonition that the ultimate fate of this era would be revealed in Blacksburg.

……

Sinnoh, the court.

The King of Sinnoh sat on his throne and said, "Astrologer, answer me: can the main force of the Holy See breach Black Fortress?"

The astrologer said, “Your Majesty, the power of the conquerors is in its final moments. The barbarian king in the north is gathering his forces, and the oak tree in the south is also launching an attack. The prophecy of Ionus has not yet been fulfilled, and the three sacred artifacts have not yet been united. Please be vigilant. The Papacy may be able to shatter the curse of Ionus, but anything can happen. I implore you to send more troops to assist the Papacy, so as to demonstrate your rightful status as the rightful king.”

The King of Sinnoh muttered to himself, "Ionus, Ionus, why did you rebel against the gods? Why did you look up at the sky? What did you see back then that prompted you to make such a great yet insane decision? Wasn't taking the imperial legacy enough for you? Is fratricide the result you wanted?"

The astrologer said, “My Lord Claudius, this is only the beginning. We have glimpsed an endless shadow rising in another deep world, enough to engulf the entire earth and obscure the stars. We do not yet know where it comes from, nor do we know its true nature, whether it is the awakening of an ancient alien race or an internal change within humanity.”

"Is it related to the king of that remote valley?" Klaus asked. "What impact will it have on the Blackburg battlefield?"

If the King of Sinnoh is the oldest king of this land, then the corresponding king is undoubtedly the new king who has risen in the valley in recent years. Despite his short tenure, he has repeatedly created miracles and has been named King of the Valley, Hand of War, and Lord Conqueror.

Among them, the title of "King" is the lowest rank.

After all, a title of king is just a title, like the Monkey King guarding the Peach Garden, but the title of conqueror is much more prestigious.

The astrologer said, “My fellow members of the astrological society all believe this is impossible. The new king is the illegitimate son of the Duke of Ulster. Although he has the bloodline of the Cracked Armor, the latter only gave him a fiefdom and did not give him any assistance. He also does not have His Majesty Ionus’s conditions. He is too young, lacks sufficient foundation, and does not have the power to reverse the situation on earth. That shadow should not come from the valley.”

"Any other effects?" Klaus asked.

The astrologer said, “Yes, Your Majesty. In the past, we exhausted our lifeblood to divine the future, but now that rising shadow blocks our view. All the astrologers have become blind and may not be able to continue to serve you.”

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Oak collar, white tower.

The Archduke of Oak was handsome, tall, and had pointed ears. He stood on the White Tower, witnessing the assembly of three thousand Oak soldiers.

Those elite soldiers were all clad in armor and armed with bows and arrows.

"How can my people alone resist the darkness? Now everything will be hidden away. We love this land more than the depths of the sea, until order collapses, the White Tower crumbles, the long day ends, all the kings pass away, and the setting sun sinks behind the mountains..."

He sang sacred songs in an ethereal language, his face filled with compassion, his eyes seemingly reflecting the blazing flames of war that awaited him.

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(End of this chapter)