Ember Skywalker

Chapter 225 Reward! Okalen's Conspiracy!
"Oh, I'm not finished yet. I'm going to merge Fier County, which borders Hex City, into Lentini.

This is a viscounty, and it is very fertile.”

Titus smiled and said:
“Also, there are many refugees in your territory. I will ask Huntington to draw up a list of items and provide key assistance to your territory.

Finally, I will give you another batch of magic restoration materials, all from the royal inventory."

That's more or less.

Raven beamed.

It seems that Titus understands him.

Fier Territory is similar to Hex Territory, with a large population and fertile land, and is one of the best in Lennon Territory.

Since the Viscount was killed in the war with Lennon, and his wife and children died early, the land became ownerless.

If you get it, it will go perfectly with Lentini.

Although he didn't care about having more territory, he couldn't help but think about his relatives and friends.

As for the materials for restoring the magic, that was exactly what he wanted.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. This is much."

"It's settled. Tomorrow I'll have Huntington process the earl's documents for you.

But there is one thing, Wind's Rest Island is not open yet, you need to wait a little longer, and I will let Faro take you up there."

Meyer patted Raven on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Raven, Wind's Rest Island is a great place. I'll have someone send you an introduction later. Work hard."

"Thank you, Prime Minister."

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing I must mention."

Meyer turned to look at Titus.

“As you know, Raven and Shelley have a blood feud that will last until one of them dies.

But now Raven is extremely important to Dante, you may have to intervene."

"Of course, Shelley. I'll write him a letter."

"Then thank you Your Majesty!"

Raven was delighted.

In this way, he solved a major problem.

“It should be.

Okay, now we have to decide who will own this set of Posha."

Titus's face turned serious.

"Do you have any suitable candidates?"

The marshal spoke slowly:
"The ownership of the legendary armed forces is a serious matter.

In my opinion, the person chosen must be absolutely reliable, and talent can be secondary."

Meyer also nodded:

"Well, the Marshal is absolutely right.

In addition to Master Murdosak who must be the chief, other candidates are best selected from the imperial family and several major families to ensure absolute reliability. "

Titus thought for a moment and said, "The imperial family can provide three people."

In this way, the imperial family is undoubtedly the greatest ruler.

"Among the remaining three, the elder of the Roentgen family, Raph, has no problem with his talent or loyalty, so he can be selected.

This would also allow the Roentgen family to get closer to the imperial family," said Meyer.

"can."

"Bourbon, the elder of the Jurgen family, is reliable and can take up a spot," Murdosak said.

Titus thought about it and nodded.

The Jurgen family has no connection with the other six families or the Burning Law Guild. It is a neutral family and its loyalty is unquestionable.

He is the right person to choose.

"For this last one, I suggest giving it to the Dao Lan family."

The old marshal said.

"Grand Duke Daolan made great sacrifices in defending the three southern territories, and his family's strength was reduced to 70% or 80%. This is considered as compensation for him."

"It should be so. Do you have the right person?"

"Iaquinta is in Isaac City right now. He is Dolan's nephew."

"Then it's him."

Titus nodded, his tone colder:

“Daolan has just lost Haishan City and is retreating to Lingyun River, where he is preparing to fight a decisive battle with the Turan people.

If we lose again, Turan’s army will enter the vast hinterland, which will be extremely disadvantageous to us. Therefore, I am prepared to use their blood to sacrifice to Posha.”

"Your Majesty is right. This is a good opportunity to shock other countries."

"Not bad." Meyer nodded.

"Then let's settle both the new and old grudges together!"

When we left the palace, it was evening and countless golden lights were falling from the clouds.

Monet was in a good mood. He pointed at the fiery red sky and said to Raven with a smile:
"When I was young, I hated this kind of prosperity the most, but now I like it more and more, ahem."

"Master, are you okay?"

Raven asked worriedly.

He had been feeling that something was not right with Monet these past two days.

Making the Posa seemed to have caused him great harm, and despite the treatment given by Cardinal Gusmao, there did not seem to be much improvement.

“It’s okay, ahem.

Next we need to speed up and make another set of dancing.

Only then will the situation be completely reversed, cough cough cough..."

Monet suddenly started coughing violently.

Raven patted him on the back quickly.

Monet took a breath and waved.

"Alas, I am old and useless.

After I do a few more Posing pieces, I will find a quiet place to recuperate and live the life that an elderly person should live.

Come and see me when you are free."

Raven nodded, a shadow passing through her heart.

Lingyun River Ferry.

At this moment, the shouts and cries of killing were deafening, and the river and the shore were almost dyed red with blood.

Several pontoon bridges were built on the turbulent river, and the cavalry were passing through quickly, with much baggage being abandoned on the shore.

Originally, these were important military supplies, and they were carried along even when they retreated from Haishan City, but now they had to be abandoned.

Dozens of thick ropes were pulled up in the river, and the soldiers without horses climbed the ropes to cross the river.

In addition, there were dozens of large and small boats busy traveling back and forth between the two banks of the river, transporting soldiers.

Pfft!
A pair of huge horse hooves jumped onto the ferry, and the whole body began to shake.

The cavalrymen on horseback tried their best to control their mounts to move towards the boat, and soon, the next warhorse jumped onto the boat.

When the ferry was loaded with more than ten war horses and was almost sinking into the river, it finally sailed to the opposite side.

However, just as the ship reached the center of the river, there was a loud bang, and a ball of violent fire exploded from the center of the ship.

The huge hull was instantly blown to pieces, and the horses and cavalry on it sank into the river.

The one who hit the ship was a Turanian-level burning method. After releasing the burning power, he retreated into the guard group to rest.

And as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a black fireball hitting the rope in the middle of the river, breaking it in half.

Dozens of Dante's soldiers above were immediately swallowed up by the surging river.

Tianjie Ranfa showed a sneer on his face, it seems they are sure to win.

Things like this are happening everywhere.

Although Daolan's side was protected by the Burning Mages, they could only protect the most important targets in the face of the numerical advantage of the Turan Burning Mages.

He was extremely anxious at the moment.

Because it was only then that he realized that this river crossing operation was actually a trap carefully prepared by Turan.

After capturing the city of Hussein, Okalen led his troops in pursuit.

But at his speed, by the time they caught up with him, his army would have reached the other side of the river.

However, who would have thought that O'Kalun had other plans.

He pursued openly, but secretly sent out the fastest warhorses to carry all the Burning Laws to chase them in a detour.

Halfway through the journey, these Burning Law practitioners used the flying technique to fly over from above the clouds.

In this way, he finally arrived at the Lingyun River ferry ahead of time, catching himself off guard.

At this time, our army had already begun to cross the river, and it was difficult to launch an effective counterattack under the attack.

According to intelligence, O'Karen is leading his most elite cavalry and rushing here at an accelerated pace!
As long as he was delayed for a while longer, the elite troops of the three southern lords would be killed.

Looking at Oz, who was so imposing in the sky, Doland's heart sank.

(End of this chapter)