Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 370 Battle Report
November 49th, the th year of the Golden Calendar, the last day of the winter month.

After nearly a month of darkness, the fire plague that ravaged Rodel was finally brought under initial control. At least on the surface, this great city has regained some vitality.

Under the leadership of the Ancient Dragon Temple and the full support of the Rodel City Hall, epilepsy patients were concentrated in twelve national hospitals for treatment. After day and night research, the Ancient Dragon priests have mastered the method of using dragon prayers and incense and medicine technology to stabilize and suppress the disease.

Starting two weeks ago, the average mortality rate of epilepsy dropped rapidly, falling to 50% ten days ago, and falling below 25% three days ago.

Facts have proved that as long as the peak of the epilepsy fire outbreak is suppressed with dragon prayers in the early stage of the disease, the golden series of life prayers can restore the previous healing effect from the middle stage, and then supplemented with various drug treatments, most patients can survive as long as their physical condition is not too poor - it just so happens that for the people of Rodel who have been bathing in the blessings of the golden tree all year round, strong physical fitness and long life are their strengths.

As the liaison between the gold and ancient dragon parties, the once unknown court Viscount Chapolili has since become famous. Common people's praises for him can sometimes be heard on the streets, and the voices in the aristocratic circles that used to criticize him for being a flatterer have almost disappeared. There are even rumors that His Majesty Radagon intends to hold a celebration ceremony for him after the epidemic is over and confer him the title of a real earl.

All these things demonstrate the prosperity and tolerance of Rodel as the world center of this era. Even if faced with severe tests from gods occasionally, new heroes will continue to emerge among the golden people and overcome difficulties with the help of their allies.

At 9:25 in the evening, Chapolili had just finished a full day of inspections. He turned his neck left and right, pounding his sore shoulders and back as he walked out of the side door of St. Veronica's Hospital.

The carriage had already been waiting on the street, and during the remaining time he had to rush to the Ancient Dragon Temple, firstly to express his gratitude to Priest For who was currently in charge of the temple, and secondly to further negotiate the future cooperation between the two parties.

He walked tiredly to the side of the car. Just as he stepped one foot on it, he suddenly heard a violent vibration in the distance, followed by a chaotic sound of horse hooves. Even if he didn't know the inside story, it was enough to hear the knight's burning anxiety.

St. Veronica's Hospital is located in the upper town and is the closest to the center among the twelve national hospitals. Therefore, when the knight rushed to the door of the Golden Temple, Chapolili could still vaguely hear what he shouted to the palace guards through the car window.

"Report! The North has fallen, Lord Fortress has been lost, and Earl Berkeley, who is guarding the North Asia Altar, is asking for help. It's urgent!"

Xia Bolili's tired face froze for a moment, his mustache that had not been trimmed for several days trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to react from his confusion - the messenger was shouting, "North Asia Altar Garrison calling for help?"

Not only did the Arctic Icefield, which spans 30,000 miles and is almost as large as the East, West, and South Borders combined, fall, but even the Lord Defense Line that the dynasty had maintained for forty years was lost?!
"Bullshit!" Radagan became unusually furious and smashed the incense burner on the table.

"The Northern Garrison has 100,000 men, and Lord has 150,000 men. I gave Ossarion and Hermans five times the force of Duoris. Five times! Now tell me, if the North falls and Lord falls, will those fire giants who were exterminated long ago reach Rodel immediately?"

"How long has it been since you reported that the intelligence sent back from the North was wrong and that someone was suspected of cutting off the official road to block the information between the north and the south? Less than two months! In less than two months, the Giant Dynasty that had been extinct for twenty years was revived, and we lost one-third of our territory! Is it our intelligence department that is a bunch of pigs, or Ossarion and Hermans are pigs, or are all of you and me, the entire dynasty center, a bunch of damned idiots?!"

Below his seat, dozens of high-ranking nobles present in the Sun Hall were silent. Even the lowest-ranking among them would be considered golden heroes guarding a region if placed outside. But at this moment, no one dared to face the wrath of King Elden, and no one could explain what exactly happened in the Arctic ice field thousands of miles away.

Fire Giants - a name as ancient as the Night People, the Uds, and the Ancestral People. It is so ancient that the most recent impression of them is still stagnant in the battle of the Golden Dynasty sweeping the North 20 years ago. But when they recall that war, they will realize that it was an opponent that the Everqueen and the War King had difficulty defeating in person. If the Queen had not used the ambitious people within the giants as internal support and relied on the natural defenses of Lord, perhaps the Giant King's Court and the Golden Tree would have maintained a separatist situation of north and south until today.

At the end of the war, the Golden Dynasty slaughtered all the Fire Giants who refused to surrender. The Everqueen then cursed the rebels who turned against them and dug out the Eyes of the Evil God from their abdomens. She destroyed their spirits with her immense divine power and caused their descendants to shrink until they became lowly and weak ice goblins.

Perhaps thousands of years later, when people mention "giants" again, they will only think of the trolls who are slaves or even livestock all over the border areas, whether they are the ice trolls who inherited the blood of the fire giants, or the Gmir trolls, western trolls, and southern trolls whose blood has degenerated since ancient times. What difference will it make by then?
Yes, they were just a group of livestock that were no more than five meters tall, skinny, and without even wisdom or language. They were only capable of pulling carts, mining, and transporting goods. Who could still remember the glory of the ancient times' fire giants that were a hundred meters tall and could compete with ancient dragons?

Now, a thin piece of war report fell in front of the bigwigs of Rodel, but it made a sound more shocking than the collapse of rocks.

News from the north of Lord Fortress had been completely cut off since the 28th. The battle report only contained a few pieces of information that Earl Berkeley, who was guarding the North Asia Altar, had recovered with the blood of hundreds of scouts.

At two o'clock in the morning on the 29th, a huge fire broke out in the direction of Lord Fortress. The flames shot straight into the sky and it was as bright as day within a thousand miles.

At six o'clock in the morning, the first wave of scouts sent by the North Asian Altar ran into Lord's fleeing army. The latter claimed that the fortress was attacked by tens of thousands of fire giants, the largest of which was more than 30 meters tall, far beyond the range of mountain giants.

At seven o'clock, scouts learned that Marquis Hermans, the garrison commander of Lord, had failed to escape and his entire family had been slaughtered by fire giants.

At 7:30, the first wave of scouts encountered the vanguard of the fire giants invading from the south, and all of them were killed except for two people who escaped.

Around noon, the 3,000 vanguard troops that Earl Berkeley sent out immediately after discovering the abnormality finally received news from the third wave of returning scouts. When they received the specific message, the giant vanguard was already thirty miles away.

On the afternoon of the 29th, the two vanguards collided head-on, and the Golden Dynasty was completely wiped out.

During the dozen hours from the night of the 29th to noon of the 30th, Earl Berkeley personally led 15,000 cavalrymen to engage in several battles with the giant troops, and was defeated repeatedly. Fortunately, the giant offensive stopped after noon, and the Golden Dynasty army finally stabilized the defense line in the town of Roghar in North Asia. All the garrison troops of North Asia were urgently mobilized to advance, and messengers were sent south to ask for help.

So on the night of the 30th, this battle report was placed before the court. The nobles looked at each other, secretly worried about how much bad news was on the way in the thousand miles between the Roghal defense line and the royal capital.

In the suffocating air, heavy and powerful footsteps were suddenly heard outside the hall. The ebony door wrapped in gold carvings was pushed open by a pair of steady hands. The cool night wind blew in following the figure, causing everyone to gasp.

"Your Majesty," Godwin, wearing golden armor, nodded slightly to Radagan, who was a hundred steps away, and said slowly in a confident and calm tone, "We are facing foreign enemies. I request to go into battle."

(End of this chapter)