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Ron’s five airships landed outside a massive magic tower.

This magic tower must be three or four hundred meters tall, piercing the clouds. The crystal ball at the top of the tower slowly rotates in the twilight, and the pale blue halo spreads out in circles, like ripples on the surface of water.

As soon as he jumped off the dragon's back, a middle-aged military officer in a dark blue uniform strode over and placed his right fist against his chest.

"Lord Ron, the Silver Duke? I have come to greet you on the orders of Her Highness Victoria."

Ron raised an eyebrow; he knew this man somewhat.

Victoria, a powerful figure in the royal family of the Magic Empire, a mage, and the owner of this magic tower.

He was also the one who initiated the opening of the spatial rift.

"Is Her Highness Victoria here too?" Ron asked.

"His Highness arrived at the front three days ago and is personally overseeing operations." The officer stepped aside to lead the way.

"Your Highness, please. His Highness is already waiting for you. Not only you, but also representatives from several other kingdoms and duchies are here today."

Ron's heart skipped a beat. Other kingdoms and duchies had also arrived?

It seems that when Orlando said "recruiting people," he wasn't just referring to him.

In the past few days, it is estimated that many forces have squeezed in through various connections. Some are close to the Magic Empire, some rely on the Glory Empire, and some go through the Tide Commercial Federation.

The four major forces each mobilized their own people, gathering all the resources they could.

This will alleviate some of the pressure they face while fighting on two fronts.

"Which family is Your Highness meeting with now?" Ron asked casually.

The officer whispered, "Your Highness, we are meeting with Duke Herman of the Iron Mountain Kingdom. This duke is the God of War of the Iron Mountain Kingdom, and he is personally leading three elite legions, totaling more than 30,000 men."

Ron's lips twitched slightly. Thirty thousand people, no wonder it's an old kingdom.

Ron didn't know much about the Iron Mountain Kingdom.

All that is known is that the Iron Mountain Kingdom is one of the countries located between the Magic Empire and the Glory Empire.

He was familiar with the countries south of the Tianluo Mountains.

Ron had no intention of trying to build a relationship with them.

His gaze quickly shifted to the giant dragons that occasionally swept across the sky.

There were copper dragons, chrome dragons, tin dragons, and other giant dragons that were rarely seen. More than a dozen of them gathered around the magic tower.

However, there are not many dragon knights; they are all wild dragons kept in the Kingdom's Dragon Garden.

These dragons had very different temperaments; instead of showing the joy of seeing their own kind, some of them looked ready to fight.

Fortunately, the accompanying personnel stopped them.

Margaret showed no curiosity about the rude dragons; instead, she rolled her eyes in disdain.

It flicked its silvery-white tail, found a quiet spot to lie down, closed its eyes, and gave off a "leave me alone" look.

Soon, it was Ron's turn to meet him.

The officer led Ron through the camp toward the central hall.

Along the way, Ron also saw several other teams that had just arrived, the smallest of which had 10,000 members.

In comparison, Ron's Silver Dragon Knights were really no match for them.

Arriving at the door of a luxurious reception room, the officer stopped and pushed open the door:

"Your Excellency, please."

Ron went inside.

The hall was spacious, with a deep red carpet on the floor. In the center was a huge long table, on which maps and sand tables were laid out. Several magical wall lamps hung from the palace ceiling, illuminating the entire room.

Several people were already sitting inside.

The girl sitting in the middle is silver-haired.

She looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a dark blue magic robe with a star-silver dragon emblem pinned to the collar. Her skin was as white as porcelain, and her pale purple eyes revealed a composure that did not match her appearance.

Sitting there, he exuded an air of elegance and nobility.

This is Victoria, a genius magician from the Magic Empire.

He became a third-order archmage in just one hundred years.

He is now hailed as the next demigod mage of the magic empire.

Ron was also stunned when he saw it.

He had imagined that the mage would be a dignified middle-aged female mage, or a serious old lady.

I never expected her to be such a... silver-haired beauty?

And that face actually looks cute!

Is there such a stark contrast?

He quickly composed himself and bowed with a normal expression.

"Grand Duke of Silver, please have a seat," the silver-haired girl said, her voice cool but her tone polite.

Ron bowed and sat down at one side of the long table.

Several people were sitting on either side of the long table.

To the left was a burly man with a full beard, wearing heavy armor and a badge of a black mountain pinned to his chest.

According to Victoria, this man is a legion commander of the Imperial Knights Legion, and also a third-tier titled knight. He has just returned from the front lines.

To the right is a tall, thin middle-aged man in a dark blue suit; he is a nobleman in charge of the empire's logistics.

And a few others who also appeared to be in charge of other principalities.

Victoria didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"The Empire's recent war is very urgent. We and several other allies invited by the Empire have all arrived. We will expand the space channel again."

Everyone entered the mechanical world together.

Now I'll brief the newly arrived Grand Duke of Silver on the latest situation at the front.

She stood up, walked to the map, and pointed her slender finger at the location of the crack:

"On the main battlefield, the allied forces are advancing smoothly. The main forces of the three beast race kings have been defeated."

The Silverback Ape King was seriously injured, and the Black Tiger King retreated into the northern ice plains, leaving only the Storm Dragon King to fight on.

but."

She paused, then drew a circle on the map with her finger.

"The mechanical world also has a large number of other races. The main battlefield requires a large number of troops to maintain the offensive, so we have to withdraw our troops back to our own world."

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present.

"Therefore, the coalition needs you all to share the pressure of fighting these inferior races."

Our magical empire's combat order is responsible for all races in the Eastern Wild Plains.

She pointed to an area marked as Wolf Valley on the map.

"The Silver Duchy is in charge of the Black Wolf Clan."

This race has only one Tier 3 race, and its population is only four or five thousand.

I believe Grand Duke Ron can win.

Ron looked at the map. The area wasn't large, and there weren't many marked Beastman gathering points.

He understood, which suited him perfectly.

No need to go to the front lines as cannon fodder, just fight your own battles and accumulate blessings.

This little silver-haired guy is quite kind; I wonder if I'll ever have a chance.

After assigning the tasks, Victoria added:

"Each unit enjoys independent command authority, and spoils of war belong to their respective units. Supplies will be provided by the coalition forces. Any questions?"

No one raised any objections.

"Okay. Meeting adjourned."

Ron stood up and turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, a voice came from behind him.

"Grand Duke of Silver, please wait."

Ron turned around. It was Victoria. The silver-haired girl sat in the main seat, her pale purple eyes looking at him.

"Is there anything else, Your Highness?"

"What is the name of the Grand Duke's silver dragon?" Victoria asked.

Ron was taken aback; he hadn't expected her to ask that.

"Margaret."

"Margaret..." Victoria repeated, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"A good name."

She paused, then said, "Your Highness, there aren't many dragon knights in our world. Even fewer can truly connect with dragons on a spiritual level. I hope Your Highness can protect yourself on the battlefield, and also protect her."

I will also be accompanying the army on this expedition. If the Grand Duke encounters any trouble, he can ask me for help.

Ron, unaware of Victoria's sudden show of goodwill, replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."