May 17, morning, the palace.

Charles II sat on the throne with a tired face, and the ministers in front of him were silent. Unlike before, today, there was an exquisite sand table in the center of the conference hall. Although the proportion was not accurate, it was an indisputable fact that the flag representing Everta was filled with three-quarters of the land.

At present, they can know the result, thanks to Charles II... If he hadn't been put down the face the day before yesterday and invited Iscar to attend the family dinner, if Iscar hadn't finally agreed to fly a circle to "observe the situation", I'm afraid the news of the complete defeat of the front-line army would have to wait for a day or two to know!

If you go back to the rescue at that time, I am afraid the enemy will have already hit the doorstep!

Everyone in the chamber knows that it is now the most critical moment, and every decision that follows may mean their own life and death.

"Virgin Boragorn has tried his best, but the enemy easily took down the city of Lajena, making his efforts completely wasted..."

Charlie II's tone was plain, but his eyes were filled with anger: "A city of tens of thousands of people was inexplicably conquered by the enemy. Can anyone tell me what to do?!"

No one knows that everyone here does not have that rich imagination - even if someone tells the facts of the airborne troops, I am afraid that Charles II will not believe such a ridiculous thing.

A week ago, he sat here in high spirits, as if he could take down the temple while chatting and laughing, pointing his sword at Iverstta. But now, the enemy's offensive is even more terrifying than the magic of the dragon clan. It can be directly flattened in a week... Are they all giant dragons? They can not only fly, but also spit fire? Can their noble troops collapse without fighting?

"Your Majesty... If the Dragon Clan is willing to help now-"

Before Du Weiden finished speaking, Charles II waved his hand and interrupted: "The Dragon Clan is not the thugs and bodyguards of the Karen Kingdom. We will solve our own problems ourselves! Let the Dragon Clan help you with everything, why don't they go to Everta?"

That being said, Charles II had actually asked Iscar for help, but the latter's reply was very clear: It is okay to help you take a walk in the investigation, but it is impossible to let me go to the battlefield.

Charles II almost knelt down and cried and rolled in pain. Iscar still said this. It was not until the end that the red dragon could not bear it, and said, "I will tell the Lord, but as for how to make a decision, I can't give you any guarantee."

This is the limit that Charles II can do. But what the Dragon Clan wants to do, he has no way to do it at all - any marriage or any cooperation is bullshit. After the territory of the Imperial City was flattened, would Quio still pull him to talk about how to unify Karen?

Therefore, he did not calm down at Du Weiden's proposal. After reprimanding him, his voice became quiet: "The only one who can save us is myself. So everyone, we have to pull up how many troops there are now--Next, I will also put on armor and fight side by side with you!"

"His Majesty!?"

Charles II's decision scared them very much. It was not a strange thing for the monarch to go to the battlefield in person. Emperor Kangen led his army to defeat the kingdom territory. But in these seventy years, none of the monarchs sitting in the imperial city had really been on the battlefield.

No one would have thought that just seventy years later, the descendants of Emperor Kang'en would use this method to guard the last dignity...

"Your Majesty, we still have room for counterattack! There are now more than 100 magicians in the Dragon Tower. The food in all southern cities is mobilized, which is enough for us to defend the city and fight a protracted battle!"

"Yes, your majesty! We have ports and can trade from sea and the kingdoms in the east - as long as we can continue to transport food, we can drag this war..."

"As long as you drag on it, there will be hope for winning!"

Charles II was slightly cheered up by these words, but there were too many issues to consider in real combat. He had to have a capable general to help him coordinate these affairs. So he asked: "Harrison has already defected, and Viscount Boragorn has lost his news. Who else can gather the army now?"

The nobles below looked at each other. None of them were the materials for war, they could really fight... In fact, everyone knows the best candidate, but since the orc battle last year, this name has no longer been mentioned.

"Say! Don't be too slow. Earl Duveden, who do you think is suitable?"

"Your Majesty... If you really want to say that the strongest military capabilities are probably the only Earl Mur..."

Charles II was stunned. Last year, the orc Zoro ravaged the heart of the kingdom. It was this count who urgently led tens of thousands of troops to drive the other party away. But afterwards, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack, but the other party disobeyed his orders. In anger, Charles II directly canceled his position and threw it into his territory to retire...

And at this moment, is he still willing to come out to help him?

Charles II narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds he finally made up his mind: "I will write to him personally, and he will not refuse at this time."

"The rest, food collection and transportation, vertical wall clearing and various preparations must not be missed-Pavlo, Miganon, don't let me down!"

"Yes, your Majesty!"

"This time...we have no way out."

Charles II was sitting in a straight face: "The Royal Guards joined this war in three days, and I will lead my troops to defend the city of Rerik."

After saying this, he ended today's meeting - at this time, he was racing against time. If enough manpower was gathered a moment ago, the probability of delaying the war would be greater. Charles II did not cultivate these nobles in vain in the years, and most of them remained loyal at critical moments.

After all, Roddy's series of reforms in Iversa made them know that if he surrendered to Iversa, he would probably not be able to continue to have his current wealth as before.

The interests made them stand together and aimed at the army gathered in the north.

Charles II stood in the corridor outside the chamber, looking at everything in front of him, and suddenly felt that everything was so dazed. A few years ago, the name "Rody" was just a small character that Angmar reported to be granted. Such a knight baron was as numerous as a kingdom, and he didn't even remember his name.

However, now, the other party was like a sharp sword, cutting off the blocking mountains, cutting away the great nobles under his command, who claimed to have thousands of soldiers, and directly pressed the sword blade against his throat...

"Why...is this happening?"

He staggered a little and was about to walk back to the study, but found a figure wearing a black robe standing halfway.

Charles II retreated and said, "Rody is coming with the army of Rose Cross. Are you going to sit back and wait?"

"Of course not, your Majesty. The Viper Cross will never be lenient in treating pagans."

The Bishop of the Viper Cross whispered: "The 'Saints' has been assembled. To cooperate with your army, you can definitely tear any enemy to pieces."

"How much does the royal family need to pay?"

"We just hope that there will be no more "Rose Cross" sect on the land in the future."

Charles II nodded without hesitation, but the other party did not finish speaking and continued: "At the same time... the Viper Cross became the state religion, and the Pope has an independent territory."

This requirement is definitely a matter of gaining momentum, but now Charles II can't take care of so many things? The enemy has hit the doorstep. The only thing he can do is to seize all possible life-saving straws. These things can only be sure of winning this battle. If he can't win, then everything will be in vain.

Therefore, he finally agreed to this condition, and the other party did not talk nonsense and retreated directly. Charles II tried hard to expel his inner anxiety and returned to the study to sit down.

The wide armchair did not give him the warmth and comfortable feeling in the past. The weather was not very hot, but he found that his back was soaked in sweat at some point.

These days, the monarch, who was originally full of energy, has shown his old age. His long-term mental exhaustion has made him extremely sleepy, so he planned to sit in the armchair and sleep for a while - but before he could close his eyes, his daughter Rowling's figure appeared in front of him.

"Hmm? You're in a good mood today."

Charles II had not told his daughter about the deterioration of the situation, so he tried to look enthusiastic. Rowling was indeed in a good mood. She sat on the chair next to her and said, "Father, today there is a dragon clan that I have never seen before."

"Oh? Is the Red Dragon Clan?"

"No, it's Lord Kardashian of the Ice Dragon Clan." Rowling said to her father excitedly: "She held me and talked for a long time. This Lord is not as cold as other dragon Clans. She seems to be very interested in our country and also has a certain understanding."

"Kardashian...oh, she should have been the one who did some magic exchange meeting in Elson City before."

Of course, Charles II remembered this name, but he didn't think Kardashian would stand on Elson's side just because he had worked with Elson. Iscar's performance made him realize that the real dragon clan would not stand with humans. They only care about their own interests. War? People don't care about these things...

So Rowling's words did not make him feel better. He just smiled: "Then you have a good relationship with her. There is a dragon friend. If she really wants to be friends with you, that's a good thing."

Rowling's expression became a little dim because she thought of Iscar, who was unwilling to say more... Can such a marriage really have a good result?
Chapter completed!