"Andrea left Highgarden half an hour ago." Consul Crow said softly.
"Is that the envoy of Frost Riding Castle? Send someone to kill him. There is no need to report these small things in the future." Grand Duke Grylls lowered his head to look at an official document and did not look up from the beginning to the end.
"As you command, I will disguise it as an accident." Archon Chloe bowed and saluted, and then exited the stone tower.
Before dawn, two magicians stood on the plain thousands of miles away from Gunma Peak. One stared coldly at the blazing fire, and the other yawned somewhat boredly.
The robes embroidered with the two-headed dragon pattern on their bodies made a sound. As the new members of the secret house, the two naturally acted as the executioners to kill Andrea.
But thousands of miles away in Frost Riding Castle, a middle-aged man was standing on the balcony. The snow that never melts all year round covers the world underneath, and the biting cold wind condenses the blood.
"Andrea probably won't be able to come back. Let's send someone to build a memorial for him next to his wife's grave." The man said softly, then raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
"Yes, I will order someone to take care of it now. May I ask if we need to record this matter?" After hearing this, the guard asked again.
"No need, matters between principalities must not be mixed with personal emotions. Although Andrea is a talented person, he is too emotional. He might as well die."
The man looked at the sky, and a few snowflakes fell on his face. The iron hand at the end of his left arm had no warmth, just like the heart in his chest.
Frost Riding Castle is a place very similar to the frozen continent. Not only is it covered with snow all year round, but it also has the smallest population among the nine principalities.
However, although it is only one-third of the frozen continent, it is a famous hereditary principality. The lords of the principality for generations come from the same family, and all the previous grand dukes are among the best.
Therefore, under this slightly "petty" rule, Frost Riding Castle has maintained its independence for thousands of years. It has neither actively sought support nor submitted to other principalities.
However, a piece of white paper will turn yellow with the passage of time, and will be stained with filth in the long years. The former Grand Duke vomited blood and died in the Holy War, and his eyes were staring until the end.
That day seemed to be a snowy day. The old man stood on the balcony, quietly staring at the letter in his hand. A young man named Fernando sent an invitation, hoping that Frost Riding Castle would march south.
The old Grand Duke has never been a war-loving person, and a group of ministers have been outspoken to dissuade him. However, the conditions offered by the other party are too tempting. If everything becomes a reality, Frost Riding Castle will definitely have no worries about food and clothing in the next few decades.
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That night, nearly half of the Iron Riders of Frost Riding Castle boarded the three-masted sailing ship. The leader of the Magic Legion bowed and saluted, and the leader of the Fighting Spirit Legion drew his sword.
Half a month later, they finally arrived at the Crown Lake of the Knight Principality, and started a battle with the Cisse cavalry who was watching the battle. Blood flowed into rivers, and mourning was everywhere. The leader of the magic legion was blasted into powder by Kamerin, and the leader of the grudge legion passed out in a coma.
In a pool of blood.
The battle lasted for five days. The knights of Frost Riding Castle ate the last grass roots and drank the water of the stream that they knew was extremely dangerous. There were no reinforcements, no order to retreat, and no news from Fernando. p>
Twenty days passed again, the old king died, and the new king Fernando won. The Aogu continent quickly withdrew from the chaos, and all the major forces were wandering inside and outside the Aogu city.
A man with only half of his arms stepped into Frost Riding Castle, and immediately knelt upright in front of the old master. He was the only survivor of Frost Riding Castle, and the only one who could still deliver the news.
When the truth was revealed, all the ministers had red eyes and lowered their heads angrily. Frost Riding Castle was already weak, and it is estimated that after this tragedy, there will be no hope of competing with other principalities for at least a hundred years.
The fighting spirit flashed, and the leader of the fighting spirit army bowed slightly to the old grandgong, and actually directly detonated the source of fighting spirit in his body.
After all the blood was gone, there was no sound in the hall. The old Grand Duke laughed maniacally and declared war on the Principality of Xisai. However, the other party easily repelled the Frost Riding Castle cavalry in less than two months.
At this point, there are no more high-level professionals in Frost Riding Castle, and the ocean that separates the two principalities began to surge with blood from that day.
The old prince finally died with hatred. He looked towards the south until the moment of his death. The bright future promised by King Fernando of Ogu shattered into stars, and the young prince cried continuously.
That day, everyone in Frost Riding Castle was prostrate on the ground, whether they were ministers in purple clothes or yellow waists, or old women who were unable to restrain a chicken.
The long sword reflected the sunlight, and the shovel and kitchen knife trembled slightly due to excessive force. There was never a word "surrender" in Frost Riding Castle, unless every last person was killed.
Time passed by, and the young child gradually turned into the real Grand Duke of Frost Riding Castle. On the day when he held the ceremony to inherit the title of Grand Duke, people were crying, shouting, and going crazy.
The long sword was slowly drawn out, and the young man smiled and motioned for everyone to be quiet. Countless old people burst into tears, as if they saw the figure of the old Grand Duke in him.
That confident smile, the way he cherishes his words as if they were gold, and the integrity that Frost Riding Castle has never lost. Everyone looked at this young man, waiting for his first words as a grand duke.
"Although my father died with hatred, he was wrong because he believed in the so-called King Ogu."
"The Principality of Xisai is equally hateful. The Blood Bay is still turbulent today. The dead souls of Frost Riding Castle have never set foot in the Hall of Valor. They are watching me as a senior."
"Today is the day when I become the Grand Duke of Frost Riding Castle, but now we don't have anything extra to celebrate. This is my dereliction of duty."
"Our family has been the Grand Duke of Frost Riding Castle for thousands of years, but everyone's life has always been so miserable. This is a shame for the family."
"So today I will dedicate my body. Anyone can criticize, scorn, or abuse. This is your right, and it is my most sincere promise."
The long sword in the young man's hand fell suddenly, and before anyone could recover, it cut off one of the young man's hands.
Blood spurted out, staining the snow on the ground red, and melting the hardest stubborn ice. The ministers bowed and saluted, and the civilians gritted their teeth.
"This is the first thing I have to do as a Grand Duke, because only pain can wake me up. The fire of hatred will never be extinguished until I close my eyes."
"From today on, Frost Riding Castle no longer welcomes envoys from any principality, including all foreign races. We do not need the mercy of others, even if life is worse than death."
The young Grand Duke kept roaring, and people seemed to be infected by it and kept echoing it. From that day on, Frost Riding Castle entered a long period of recuperation.
The scarlet Blood Bay still exudes a stench, and the traces of history have never been erased. Frost Riding Castle hates the Principality of Xisai, and even hates the entire Ogu Continent.
Although the Grand Duke's mansion is still majestic, the furnishings inside have never changed. The servants are worried about the Grand Duke's health every day, but the young Grand Duke doesn't care about it.
This kind of hatred has already surpassed the sky, and has already entangled him tightly. Work hard to make Frost Riding Castle stronger, and quietly wait for the next great change.