Just as both sides drew their weapons and were about to attack, the ancient and heavy city gates of Drondheim opened. A Swadian Royal Guard shuttled under the city gates, raising his arms while riding a horse, and shouted, "Lord Mande, wait! Lord Kant has given an order!" He rushed in front of Mande and a few Swadian Royal Guards.
Mande glared at the death knight in front of him. He pointed his sword and shouted, "If there's anything, let me kill this ungrateful skeleton first before listening!"
"That's the matter, my Lord. Lord Kant has given the order to summon the death knight. There's something important to discuss," the Swadian Royal Guard replied.
Mande glanced at the death knight disdainfully. "Hmph! You're lucky this time. I'll spare your life for now." He turned around and gave the order to the guards, "Men! Remove his weapon and tie him up!"
Two fists were no match for four hands. No matter how resentful the death knight was and how fiercely he resisted, he was still subdued by the crowd. Then, the guards took out a hood to cover his head, tied his hands behind his back, and escorted him to the hall.
"My Lord, the death knight has been brought here."
"Well, you may leave." Mande bowed and respectfully retreated to the side of the hall.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"The death knight has graced us with his presence. Sorry for not welcoming you from afar. Please forgive us for not taking good care of you. May I know the purpose of your visit?" Kant, who was sitting on a high seat, looked down at the "honored guest" standing in the middle of the hall, he leaned back in his chair and asked nonchalantly.
"Bah! You lowly ant, what right do you have to ask me! If you know what's good for you, hurry up and offer the sun disc to me. When I open the Lost City in the future, I might consider leaving you, a lowly commoner, and your darned servants alive!" Even though he was tied up and brought into the palace, the death knight still held his head high and spoke loudly.
"The death knight is indeed worthy of being a noble descendant of the Sun God. Your courage is indeed higher than an ordinary person. However, you mentioned that I am a lord of a region after all. It would not be good for me to be so obedient and give you whatever you want. I think that you are a straightforward person so I will not beat around the bush with you and tell you the truth. Drondheim's troops have long been assembled. Once I give the order, they will charge towards the north. The Lost City that you have worked so hard to obtain will also fall into my hands. At that time, it will not be something that can be solved with just a few words. However, as long as you cooperate well and wait for the dust to settle, what you wanted, I promise you as the Lord of Drondheim. What do you think of this condition?" Kant did not pay attention to the death knight's high-sounding words, instead, he slowly threw out his condition and patiently waited for the other party's reply.
The death knight seemed to have heard a great joke. He sneered and then angrily shouted at Kant, "You are simply dreaming! How dare you dream of obtaining the Lost City! You want me to bow down to you, it is simply ridiculous!"
"Since you want to be punished, then I will not force you. However," Kant finally put away his casual attitude and said seriously, "you may not be able to leave Drondheim today."
"What? You want to kill me to silence me?" The death knight heard Kant's words and raised his voice with a hint of contempt. "Ha, you are indeed a lowly person. A dignified leader that has no credibility to speak of. How dare you treat an external envoy so rudely!"
Kant seemed to turn a deaf ear to the death knight's verbal attack and dug his ears. "Eh, you are wrong. I spoke to you in a gentle voice, but you scolded me and even insulted me verbally. Where is my dignity in front of my subordinates? Please forgive me, I haven't seen such a stupid person for a long time." His tone changed as if he was finally too lazy to keep up with his acting, Kant said with a cold expression, "Men, take the death knight away, lock him up in the prison, and 'treat' the distinguished guest well."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"Darned inferior people, lowly ants! How dare you treat me, the descendant of the Sun God, so rudely? I promise you, you will pay the price for this! Dang it..."
No matter how the death knight struggled, his mournful words echoed in the magnificent palace, knocking on the thick palace walls one after another. There was actually a strange atmosphere.
Kant completely turned a deaf ear to this. Watching the death knight being escorted away, he narrowed his slender eyes and rubbed his left hand unconsciously, pacing back and forth in the same place. "What's wrong?"
Was the death knight's visit just to provoke him and show how stupid he was? No, that's not right. He must be trying to find out about Drondheim. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. But, what method did he use to spread the information?
Then, the young lord sat back on the throne and ordered coldly, "Gather all the commanders to the Council Hall for a discussion."
"Yes, my Lord."
Within a short time after the order was given, the commanders quickly walked into the Council Hall and waited for the Lord's order.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Kant sat on the main seat and the generals sat on his left and right respectively.
"Mande, prepare the resources needed for the battle. Prepare enough fresh food and water to ensure good operation at the back of the battlefield." The soldiers and horses did not move, but the rations went first. Whether it was the general soldiers or the warhorse carriages, they had to eat to survive and to fight. Reserve resources played a crucial role in a war, and it was also an important part that could not be wrong. Hence, Kant paid special attention to this.
"Yes, my Lord." Mande respectfully received the order.
"Bunduk, strengthen the training of the soldiers. Do not relax and prepare for the upcoming battle."
"Yes, my Lord." Bunduk nodded and gave his orders.
Kant immediately turned his head. "Baheshtur, how is the matter of sending the scout soldiers to scout the terrain and the enemy's military deployment?"
"My Lord, everything is ready. We have the general information. I will show it to you later," Baheshtur replied.
"Yes, good. By the way, inform the people in the city about the war. Strengthen the security of the city and maintain stability in case the backyard catches fire," Kant knocked on the table and emphasized. The headquarters was a key role in the war. The soldiers were killing the enemy on the front line, so the backyard must be stable.
"Yes, my Lord."
Kant nodded and then straightened his expression. His eyes became darker. It was as if a storm was coming, rolling in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Get ready. In three days, we will march into Lost City!" Kant knew that this decision, whether it was for himself or his main quest, was crucial. This was a grand war that must be won.
