"Oh! Goddess of Nature! I've never seen such a crazy scene in my life! Are these refugees? Roland, are you kidding me?" Vanerwei, who had led the grassland elf rangers to the top of the city wall, originally intended to help Roland, but this scene instantly made him lose the courage to continue...
"Oh my God! What happened to your Kingdom of Lagran recently? There are dragons dancing everywhere and this refugee army that is comparable to orcs..." Vanerwei stared at the spreading black tide at a loss.
"Stop joking. How many people are there?" Roland said anxiously. At the critical moment, the elves' sharp eyesight came in handy.
"Six thousand as the minimum...seven thousand as the maximum!" Van Erwei said, holding his forehead with his hand.
"Oh my God..." Roland had already cursed the damn morally corrupt system a thousand times in his heart. If he hadn't been connected to the system, he would have wanted to send the system to see San'er.
"Your Highness..." Nyx appeared on the city wall, clutching the Elf Dragon, her eyes filled with worry. It was strange that this tsundere Elf Dragon, Smurf, actually allowed Nyx to hold her... Could it be that Nyx possessed the talent of a dragon mage? If so, she'd be in luck! Just how powerful a mage who could cast Dragon Tongue spells at any time and in any place truly was, only those who faced her would know.
"Don't worry, just go back and stay in the castle..." Roland pointed at the castle that was barely built to three floors. Although it was not a very grand building, the castle's reassuring defense was still unique.
"This is crazy!" Van Erwei was still stunned by the huge crowds.
"Hey! Elf King! The refugees are coming to kick your ass!" Roland waved his hand to wake up the dazed Vanerwe.
"I'm just here to help! I don't want to participate in a war..." The more Van Erwei looked at it, the more unreliable it seemed. Maybe there would be a Lagrande match soon! Not only those soldiers, but even Van Erwei recognized the distinctive rapid infantry of the Lagran Empire.
"It's just the bankrupt version..." Van Erwei muttered softly after comparing them secretly.
"I didn't ask you to attack them!" Roland covered his face, unable to bear to look, making himself look like a tyrant.
"What they need is help. What they urgently need are clothes and food! I don't think they want to be attacked by spears and arrows." Roland shrugged.
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"Boom!" An arrow with its tail feathers still trembling flew out and sank straight into the ground in front of the refugees. The fighting spirit infused in it exploded after losing its restraint. The scattered dust and flying mud obviously scared the refugees in front.
"Stop! This is the Rapid City belonging to the Kingdom of Lagran! The king is inside! Attacking the city walls is considered treason! Do you want to rebel?" Omsk shouted with full energy while standing on the battlements. With his scattered light and shadow, fighting spirit and flames, and the terrifying sixth-level pressure, everyone was frightened in place for a moment.
"You... are the people of the empire?" The wise man Yun Feng said in a trembling voice as he looked at the refugees who were covered in dust, ragged and skinny.
"Empire? The empire is long gone! We are just homeless children! We just want to survive. Loyalty to the king has nothing to do with us!" A man with a weathered face, messy beard and long hair, wearing half-worn plate armor, walked out of the team. Judging from his voice, he seemed very young.
"I am the current king of Lagrande - Roland! I have inherited the mantle of the empire, and I swear to lead my people to glory and rebuild the empire! I understand... you have had a hard time these years, and it has not been easy for you to wander for so many years... Now that you have returned to your homeland, I hope you can give me a chance to make it up to you, and please give yourself a chance too! Come back! Lagrande needs you! Returning wanderers!" Roland said affectionately to the crowd under the city.
"Liar! The nobles back then said the same thing! They hoped we could stay and resist to the end! But so many of us died... and we still couldn't protect anything! We don't need your compensation, we just hope you can give us some supplies... We want to go to Gondor!" It was the young man with long golden hair who stood up. He was silent for a moment and then excitedly shouted towards the top of the city.
"So! What about those nobles who supposedly deceived you? They all died on the battlefield? Not a single great lord retreated! They and the empire's warriors irrigated the entire North with their blood! You are also a noble, aren't you! Raise your head! Do you dare to look at this flying dragon flag? Do you still remember what the noble coat of arms looks like? Do you still remember the glory of being a noble? Look down at your armor! If it wasn't stripped from a dead body, you should understand the meaning of the coat of arms on your chest! That is the glory of a noble!" Roland scolded angrily. He found that the young man's plate armor actually had a noble coat of arms! If it wasn't stripped from a dead body, then his ancestor must have been at least a duke-level figure!
Although the plate armor is a bit old, it does not look damaged at all under the erosion of time. The noble emblem on the chest has long lost its bright colors, but isn’t that dull emblem a kind of accumulation of heritage?
"A wandering lion?" Kaslo's pupils shrank instantly, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Omsk, only to find that Omsk also looked up at him in shock.
"It's that family! Did you recognize it?" Caslo was trembling with excitement.
"How could this family still have descendants... They should have perished along with the city of Lagrande!" Omsk took a breath and said in horror.
"Alas... the glory of the King's Lion family has been trampled under your feet..." Roland said in a deep voice, looking at the lonely figure.
Roland recognized the emblem instantly. Back in the game, who in the world didn't know you? The Lion Duke, the ruler of the Lion Family... the Lion Duke of the Raglan Empire, the peerless figure who led the 1,000-man Golden Lion Knights against a million-strong Orc army in the defense of Raglan City... That emblem, along with the Raglan Dragon Banner, held sway over an entire era... While it was unclear what memories the system had instilled in them in this world, the meaning of the wandering lion seemed unchanging.
"You don't understand anything! You have no right to ask us to contribute to this country anymore! The King's Lion family has shed blood for this country and this land! My ancestor is the only one left alive in the entire Dukedom! Everyone in the family is dead!" The young man roared angrily, like an angry lion.
"The Emperor is dead too! I am the only one left of the bloodline of all the great lords in Lagran! The inheritance of the imperial blood has been cut off! Who knows! Who knows that no one in the royal family survived? Who knows that the last Royal Knights died in battle while protecting the last royal bloodline? There is no royal family in Lagran anymore! If even the royal family died in battle! Then what can you complain about... What about those grand dukes and kings who died in battle? Now there are only two people in the world with royal blood flowing in their bodies!" Roland roared madly with anger!
This is why Roland used the flag of the Kingdom of Lagran instead of the Empire, because there is no royal family with imperial blood in the world anymore. The system just told Roland that his bloodline comes from the royal family of the Kingdom of Lovanion, and there is no royal family in the entire Middle-earth!