The border between Kaedwen and Aedirn.
The unicorn flag of Kaedwen and the royal flag of Aedirn fluttered in the wind. For this war, both sides mobilized tens of thousands of troops and deployed military formations on the plains north of Hagge Fortress.
I have to say, this is indeed ironic.
When Nilfgaard's black-clad army intended to engulf the entire north with a furious wave, the two countries were still fighting each other over territorial disputes.
Both sides were already sworn enemies, so there was nothing to say and the bloody fight began directly.
Soon, the battle entered a fierce stage.
The armies of both sides were like giant meat grinders, sucking in countless lives, pulling and tearing them into pieces.
The ground beneath his feet became muddy from the blood.
In the poetry of bards, war is always a stage where heroes and knights shine.
And anyone who has actually been on the battlefield will never agree with this.
The blood and corpses on the ground, the lingering wailing in my ears...
There is no glory and epic to speak of.
Although the Kaedwen Army and Aedirn Army had made their best efforts, the nobles in charge roared at the top of their lungs, and the soldiers fought bloody battles with all their strength.
However, they were never able to completely defeat each other.
Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, and if the battle was delayed until night, unnecessary casualties and chaos might be caused, the kings of the two armies had no choice but to order the withdrawal of their troops, even if they were unwilling.
But just before the messenger was about to set off.
Something appeared from behind the smoke-filled clouds.
It's a dragon.
It was a huge golden dragon, and the afterglow of the setting sun made a golden roar on its scales.
The giant dragon rushed straight towards the location of Aedirn King Demavend.
When King Demavend came to his senses and hurriedly ordered the king's flags to be lowered, it was already too late.
The dragon flames have poured down like a golden-red waterfall, pouring under the king's flag.
Demavend The plate armor on the king's body melted instantly, and his screams were mixed with the crackling sound of hundreds of loyal cavalry around him turning into charcoal.
The earth was scorched black.
The remaining flames act like a wall of fire, preventing others from approaching.
The giant dragon that breathed out this dragon flame passed over the sky, then circled and turned towards King Henselt of Kaedwen.
Although King Henselt saw the miserable condition of King Demavend, he ordered the flag of the Unicorn Dynasty to be brought down and ordered the archers to shoot arrows into the sky.
However, when the arrow hit the dragon's golden scales, it only splashed Qidian with fire light, and was bounced away without exception.
The giant dragon swooped down, and its sharp claws seemed to plow the ground, cutting a passage for Kaedwen's army.
The breastplate and spear were shattered under the dragon's claws.
After mowing down countless soldiers blocking its way, the dragon soared into the sky again.
The Kaedwen army just breathed a sigh of relief, but no one knew who suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty was captured by the evil dragon!"
Instantly causing chaos in the Kaedwen army.
They looked up one after another, and sure enough, they seemed to be able to vaguely see a person in the gap between the closed dragon claws.
Even a general who is accustomed to fighting can still have a blank mind at this moment.
A dragon captured their king, and bows and arrows were ineffective against that dragon...
So what should they do?
But soon, experienced nobles reacted.
"Let the cavalry catch up! That beast can't fly in the sky forever, it will always land!"
So, several groups of cavalry followed the direction in which the golden dragon flew away.
Originally, at this time, the Aedirn army took advantage of the situation to cover up the attack, and the Kaedwen army was definitely going to lose.
Helplessly, the Demavend king of Aedirn died under the dragon flames, and the chaos of the Aedirn army was only much greater than that of the Kaedwen army.
In addition, the Upper Aedirn army is the defensive side rather than the offensive side. Now that the king of Kaedwen is captured by a giant dragon that appears out of nowhere, it must be a disaster.
Even if he is lucky enough to be rescued, the Kaedwen army will never have the power to attack again.
Without the obstruction of the Aedirn army, the Kaedwen cavalry unit was able to pursue the direction in which the dragon left.
The sorceress Sabrina, who was following the cavalry team, gestured to the position of the dragon in the sky. She was confident that she could hit the dragon with magic.
As a result, magic power gathered in her hands. The cavalry next to her felt something bad and tried to stop her, but Sabrina had already released a huge magic arrow.
The arrow formed by the gathering of light blue magic power shot into the belly of the giant dragon almost in the blink of an eye.
However, unlike what Sabrina imagined, her magic did not penetrate the dragon, and even the wounds caused were smaller than she expected.
But the dragon finally let go of its claws, letting the figure caught by it fall from the sky.
Sabrina recited another spell, and the figure that fell rapidly from the sky suddenly became as light as a feather.
Upon seeing this, the cavalry troops dispersed in an orderly manner, forming a circular defensive formation where the figure fell.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Several cavalrymen fell off their horses and ran over.
But when they got closer, they were surprised to find that King Henselt had already been squeezed out of his human shape.
The giant dragon flew dozens of miles away and landed in a forest.
There is a small camp in the forest.
More than a dozen barbecue skewers were placed on the fire, exuding an alluring aroma.
The huge Deathclaw is like a docile puppy, crouching aside obediently.
Lynn picked up a perfectly grilled barbecue skewer and tossed it aside.
Deathclaw immediately took the barbecue skewer in his mouth, skillfully spit out the wooden stick inserted in the middle of the barbecue, chewed it a few times, and swallowed the large piece of barbecue.
Then he stared at the remaining kebabs eagerly.
Lynn pointed at the wooden sticks scattered on the ground with his eyes. "How many pieces of meat have you eaten? No, I can't eat any more... It's useless even if you look at me with that cute, pitiful and helpless look... Okay, I'll give you another bunch."
Lynn threw out another string.
But this time Deathclaw didn't pick it up. Instead, he changed his posture, raised his head, spread his wings, and made a threatening gesture.
"Huh?"
Lynn followed Deathclaw's line of sight and saw a man with three jackdaws painted on his chest walking out of the woods and into the range of the fire.
"Borch Your Excellency, do you want to eat meat?"
"Sure, but your pet doesn't look very friendly."
Lynn heard this and glanced at Deathclaw who was on alert. "Get down."
To Borch's surprise, the griffin actually lay down obediently and stopped paying attention to Borch.
Borch had no doubts about Lynn's ability to control animals, but he didn't expect Lynn's pet to trust Lynn so much.
He came to the side of Lynn and took the kebab handed over by Lynn.
"Your craftsmanship is as good as ever. Have you considered living your retirement life at Zerrikania in the future? I believe that His Majesty the King of Zerrikania will be happy to add a royal cooking master position."
"Thanks, I will consider it... King Henselt and King Demavend are dead?"
"Even the legendary warlock can't bring them back to life."
"Thank you very much. My country will always welcome your visit, Your Excellency Borch."
"Country?" Borch threw away the stick and asked curiously, "Aren't you a vassal of Thyssen family now? Shouldn't it be a 'territory' rather than a 'country'?"
Faced with this problem, Lynn smiled and said nothing.
Seeing that Lynn was unwilling to answer, Borch did not continue to ask, but changed the question.
"After Aedirn and Kaedwen lose their respective kings, both countries will fall into chaos. Do you plan to take the opportunity to expand your power?"
"That's what I planned, but it was not me who came to the stage, but your daughter. Didn't she always want to build a country where all races coexist harmoniously? This is my coming-of-age gift to her."
Borch was stunned. "How did you know?"
Many years ago, Borch and Lynn once rescued a green dragon named Myrgtabrakke.
Myrgtabrakke was pregnant at the time, and later gave birth to a baby dragon. When Myrgtabrakke became Borch's wife, the baby dragon naturally became Borch's child.
Myrgtabrakke was poisoned by humans and wanted to take revenge on humans. However, under the persuasion of Lynn, Myrgtabrakke finally gave up the idea of revenge and took the baby dragon with Borch to Zerrikania to live a life of being worshiped by humans.
Time flies, and the young dragon, which was only the size of a puppy, has grown up rapidly.
The baby dragon named Saskia Saskias by Borch grew up into a graceful girl.
She upholds Borch's philosophy of equality and priceless freedom for all beings, but she also wants to leave the pure land of Zerrikania, hoping to go to the north and build a country where all races can live in harmony.
As my daughter got older, she became less obedient, which gave Borch constant headaches.
He knows very well what attitude humans other than Zerrikania have towards dragons.
The king covets the treasures of the dragon clan, and adventurers long for the title of dragon-slaying warrior...
But Borch couldn't bear it, so he tied his daughter to him with an iron chain.
Just when I was worried, I suddenly received a message from Lynn requesting assistance.
Borch, as if he had received an amnesty, left his daughter's problems to his wife and flew north as if he was running away.
Now that I hear Lynn's plan, I can't help but feel curious.
Lynn smiled and said, "You have forgotten that in addition to being a demon hunter, I am also a prophet."
After the death of King Henselt and King Demavend, both countries Kaedwen and Aedirn fell into civil strife.
Aedirn Fortunately, at least there is an heir named Prince Stennis.
Although it is difficult for this prince to win the hearts of his subjects due to his pride and indifferent temperament, he is at least a leader.
In comparison, Kaedwen is much worse.
It's not that King Henselt has no heirs, it's just that King Henselt has never clearly established his heir.
At this time, a female knight stood up.
Surrounded by a small group of mercenaries, she came to Ad Kalai, the royal capital of Kaedwen.
Claiming that it was the will of the gods that brought her to this chaotic land, the gods asked her to protect the people on this land.
Such a claim naturally made everyone in Ad Kalai's court laugh.
A country girl who didn't know where she came from actually dared to speak arrogant words.
Just when Kaedwen's courtiers called the guards and planned to take this ignorant village girl out...
Suddenly there was a roar outside.
Then came the panic of crying for father and mother.
The courtiers ordered people to go out to check the situation. After a while, the pale-faced guard ran back in piss.
"Dragon... is a dragon... an evil dragon!"
The courtiers were all stunned.
They have not forgotten how King Henselt was killed.
Now the evil dragon that killed King Henselt is here again. Does it want to turn the entire Ad Kale into a sea of fire?
At this time, the female knight suddenly walked out of the palace with the mercenaries who followed her without saying a word.
Just when she was about to leave the palace, the courtiers noticed her behavior.
"Wait, what are you going to do?"
"Of course, to slay that evil dragon."
The courtiers watched in stunned silence as the female knight and the mercenaries left.
But soon, no one cared about the female knight.
Because no one cares about a dead person.
The courtiers left the palace and entered the basement under the protection of soldiers.
They didn't dare to escape from the city because it had been spread about how King Demavend of Aedirn died under a puff of dragon flame.
They don't dare to gamble.
I can only pray that the evil dragon will leave quickly.
One day later.
The soldiers suddenly came to report to them with shock on their faces that the female knight was back.
And she is not alone.
She also wears a dragon's head.
At the gate of Ad Kalai.
The people who came after hearing the news surrounded the city gate.
In order to see more clearly, people climbed to higher places.
I saw the female knight riding the horse at the front. Her armor was somewhat damaged, and she had obviously experienced a fierce battle.
Behind the female knight was a horse-drawn cart.
There is a huge dragon head on the cart.
"Gods, that's the dragon's head? Why is it bigger than a mill windmill?"
"That mouth... I'm afraid you can eat a cow in just one bite."
"I heard that King Demavend of Aedirn was burnt alive by the dragon flames he spewed out."
"I saw the dragon's whiskers move. Is this beast still alive?"
"No, it's dead. It's just the wind."
"Save the country, kill the evil dragon... I understand, the saint must be the messenger sent by the gods to save us."
"Dragon-Slaying Saint! Dragon-Slaying Saint!"
The crowd burst into cheers like a tsunami, and the sound spread far away.
Future generations will remember this day forever.
May Day, 1264.
Dragon-Slaying Saint named Saskia defeated the evil dragon that killed King Henselt and King Demavend.
Although her origins are unknown, her every move and gesture exudes an aura of nobility.
Ad Kalai's courtiers soon succumbed to her sword.
After that, Saskia began to govern the royal territory with Ad Kalai as the center.
She did not try to please the princes and nobles, but selected talents from the common people, and even made great efforts to reuse non-human races.
Her behavior touched the interests of many people, but now Saskia controls the hearts and minds of the people and the army.
Among the troops stationed in Ad Kalai, the ordinary soldiers were willing to obey Saskia's command after hearing about Saskia's deeds.
This prevented the nobles and bureaucrats whose interests had been offended from jumping out for the time being.
But they all have the mentality of watching a good show, waiting for Saskia to cause trouble and fall into a situation where everyone is betrayed and separated from their relatives.
It's not like they haven't seen people like Saskia before.
Maybe a bit of brute force, maybe not lacking in courage.
But such people do not understand management or finance, and only have passion and ambition.
What's the use?
How can it be so simple to govern a country?
Don't look at those mud-legged people who are listening to her for the time being.
But once she can't get the military pay, do you think the soldiers will still follow her lead?
She has the ability to slay dragons, but no officials are willing to help her. When corruption becomes rampant, and people get stuck and follow the rules, what will she do? How will she manage it?
Nobles have seen many such civilian heroes.
They may be able to win the hearts and minds of the people for a while, but one day, they will be pulled down and stepped on countless times by those they are sworn to protect.
This is the limitation of those so-called civilian heroes.
The roads they thought they were going to take were actually not that no one had taken them, but that they had been tried by others, and those pioneers had failed, and that was that.
Therefore, the nobles and bureaucrats of Ad Kalai are waiting for the same situation to happen again to Dragon-Slaying Saint named Saskia.
Then...
Something happened that shocked these nobles and bureaucrats.