"Lion of Junlin Family, your name!" Roland looked at the energetic young man gently.
"Apophis Breo!" he said proudly, looking up.
"Breo...Breo is a good surname! Don't lose the glory attached to it!" Roland nodded and encouraged. Fortunately, despite the changes over the years, the bloodline of the Junlin family remained unchanged. Thank goodness the evil system retained the only trace of humanity.
"Apophis Breo? Oh my God! It's hard to believe that the glory of the King's Landing has actually been passed down!" Omsk walked over and gently hit the proud lion on Apophis Breo's chest.
Apophis Breo also smiled and tapped the light and shadow emblem on Omsk's chest. "It's an honor to meet you, hero of light and shadow! May I know your name?"
"Of course! You can call me Omsk. I am now a royal hero. If you don't understand any combat techniques, you can come and ask me. I will tell you everything I know." Omsk nodded friendly.
"Hello! A man from the Junlin family! I am the Dragon Knight Kaslo, a third-level Wind Dragon Knight. Nice to meet you." Kaslo lightly knocked his chest to show respect, but it was obvious that what Kaslo respected was not Apophis Breo but the glory of the Junlin family that he shouldered.
"It's my honor to meet you as well." Apophis Breo replied.
"Would you mind telling me about the composition of your subjects?" Roland said concisely.
"Ah... there's nothing to be embarrassed about. There used to be a Torrent Legion here... During the time of my grandfather, there were less than 600 people left by the time I got them." Apophis Breo said somewhat dejectedly.
"..." Roland almost fell to his knees! He had never even seen a truly complete Flood Legion, and this guy's family actually had one. Although he knew it was a false memory constructed by the system... why was it so unsatisfactory? Better off than the king?
"Then it should be the Sovereign Knights that Your Highness is most concerned about... Unfortunately, we don't have any Sovereign Knights above the fourth level. We only have 16 Sovereign Knights now, and the highest level is just a Grand Knight." Apophis Breo saw Roland's expectations.
"I..." Roland almost vomited blood. Although he didn't hold much hope, he still felt uncomfortable when he was truly desperate.
"You should know that Lagran men are not good at drawing bows and arrows. We only have a few hundred Badanian archers. After all, there are not many people with shooting talents." Apophis Breo shrugged.
"Well, those Badanian archers are indeed... different!" Roland felt a pang of pain in his heart when he thought of the heroic archers wielding their mithril armor-piercing hammers during the Battle of Lonely Mountain.
"We have some warriors, but many have died in battle along the way. We should be able to gather some guards from Lagrande City." Apophis Breo sighed, and one could clearly hear his grief and helplessness.
"The rest are just civilians. There are no cavalry...Except for the knights' horses, all the others have been killed and eaten." Apophis Breo sat down on the ground and watched the hopeful people pouring into the city. His eyes were filled with both joy and endless sadness.
"I'm sorry, Apophis... Although I don't want to say this, you should understand the current situation. The kingdom is unable to enfeoff a duke... We currently only control this Rapid City and the Lulong Fortress in the south. I don't have any place to enfeoff you. Sorry..." Roland said apologetically.
"I understand, Your Highness. When the Northern Wall fell... the title of Duke of the Lion's Landing was buried in history. I will use my ability to regain the title of Duke of the Lion's Landing." Apophis Breo nodded. After all, when the Northern Wall was broken, the duchy adjacent to the Wall was destroyed. According to the law of the nobility, when a nobleman is unable to protect the territory or recover the land occupied by foreign races, his title will be automatically stripped. It can be said that the Breo family could no longer be called a ducal family a long time ago. However, because the world admires the glory of their family for countless generations, the patriarch looks at them differently.
"Alas... I still vaguely remember that thousand-mile-long steel wall that spanned the Iron Mountains and the Eastern Mountains! It protected the people of Runeland behind the wall and allowed them to live and work in peace and contentment... Later, the Northern Wall was breached... and the empire collapsed..." Roland recalled with deep emotion the grandeur and magnificence of the thousand-mile-long Northern Wall in the game, as well as its broken figure and tragic grandeur when it collapsed.
"It's a pity that the Northern Wall can no longer be seen. Now we can only see its former base." Apophis Breo also sighed.
"?" Roland's alarm bells suddenly rang loudly. What was going on? Was there really a Great Wall in the North in this world?
"System? What's going on? Isn't the Lagran Empire fictional?" Roland immediately asked nervously.
"Host, please explore on your own. The truth is often right in front of you." The system said without any emotion.
Roland was stunned. He suddenly realized something terrifying. Perhaps the Raglan Empire really existed in this world! But even the elves, a race as knowledgeable as them, were bewildered by this empire. So there was only one possibility... This world's Raglan Empire perished before the First Age! It had fallen long before the elves and dwarves! This world had no gods, or rather, no gods yet! Valamaia and the like didn't exist. Roland had always believed this world was a fusion of movies, novels, and games, but now it seemed... it was probably a parallel plane among countless dimensions, simply developing in a different direction. He wondered if this world had a great creation movement; if so, it would be a tragedy.
"Yes! It must be a parallel dimension. Other buildings cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain for nearly ten thousand years, but the Northern Wall, which was built to fight against the northern barbarians and the dark camp, has left a trace due to its indestructible nature..." Roland muttered to himself. At this moment, his mind was filled with a thousand thoughts. He suddenly wanted to see the remains of the pedestals to see if he could find his way home... Perhaps he really could never return to that blue planet.
"Never mind, let's just leave it to fate. At least the king is pretty good." Roland chuckled self-deprecatingly. Managing over ten thousand people and ruling over hundreds of square kilometers of land, his low productivity meant he lived even less comfortably than the people in a county town used to! A king of cattle and horses! What was the difference between these Western nobles and village chiefs? The king of a country didn't even manage as many people as a county chief. Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but want to laugh, but he couldn't...
"I'm tired... Let's arrange for everyone to rest. Count the number of people and report to me tomorrow morning!" Roland waved his hand and walked towards the city with a dull mood...
The king's silhouette grew longer and longer in the setting sun, appearing incomparably bleak and lonely...