Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 164 The Duke of Storms
The sky gradually brightened, completely illuminating the capital of King Heaton. The collapsed city walls and pieces of ruins revealed a sense of dilapidation, from which the shadow of the city's prosperity could still be vaguely seen.

The huge body that covered the sky came from the north and landed on the uncollapsed west wall.

Unexpectedly, Scar and the leaders of the various regiments that Long En personally came to rush over quickly, and respectfully knelt on one knee to salute.

Ron said: "Get up, you all did a good job."

Scar, who looked even smaller in front of Ron, bowed deeply: "Thank you for your appreciation, great master, it is our honor to fight for you."

As soon as Heaton's capital was breached, Scar asked Floris to use ultra-long-distance communication to report the battle situation to Ron and apply for support.

When the capital of Heaton was breached, the resistance of those Heaton nobles was unexpectedly tenacious.

Even with the help of internal support who instigated rebellion, allowing them to easily cross the line of defense organized at the collapsed city wall, the monster corps still suffered a lot of damage.

The nobles and royal family of Heaton showed hundreds of years of knowledge, and various spell scrolls and magic props emerged one after another. A large number of kobolds, jackals and other monsters died under the money offensive of the nobles.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Scar ordered to stop storming the last line of defense of the Heaton nobles and besieged them in the palace castle. The next time was to maintain the order in the Heaton capital and ordered all Heaton people to stay It is forbidden to walk around in the nearby buildings and build fortifications at the collapsed city walls.

The reinforcements from the Principality of Heaton are about to arrive, and they still have a few tough battles to fight.

Ron looked at the noble woman and young man at the side, and the noble woman immediately took the initiative to salute, with a respectful and decent smile: "Great Lord of the Storm, your reputation is as dazzling as the sun."

"You are Countess Rose?" Ron smiled, "Ren asked me to greet you on his behalf."

Rose didn't show nervousness or fear in front of Ron, but showed nostalgia and said: "Thank you for agreeing to his nonsense request, are the child and Tina okay now? Please forgive me, I haven't seen each other for more than ten years past them."

"Not too good, they were kicked out of the royal capital together with the Grand Duke Bolun, and they are now visiting me."

Rose bowed to express her gratitude: "Your help to the Lionheart family will always be remembered."

After chatting with Ren for a while, the relationship between the two sides quickly drew closer. Rose introduced: "This is Earl Bedin. He played a very important role in this war."

Earl Bedin looked up at the behemoth in front of him, his heart was beating wildly, he looked at Ron and hurriedly lowered his head.

After Ron nodded, he no longer wanted to talk to Earl Bedin, and instead asked Scar: "Where is that 'Sword of Honor'?"

Scar beckoned for the herald, and soon, Sir Feller, whose hands and feet were bound, was brought up by two gnolls.

During the early morning battle last night, Sir Ferrer was standing on the part of the city wall that was blown up. Before he had time to return to the line of defense formed by the nobles, he was captured by the kobold corps that suddenly emerged from the ground.

In order to capture him alive, the Kobold Corps sacrificed more than 70 Dragon Vein Kobolds and Kobolds, and even the leader of the Corps, Jinjiao, was seriously injured.

Ron looked at Sir Ferrer in front of him. Even though this gray-haired old gentleman was reduced to a prisoner, he still stood upright, showing an extraordinary temperament.

Among the books Ren gave him was a biography about Sir Ferrer. Ron briefly read that biography as a pastime reading while studying spells. Interested.

Seeing Sir Ferrer, Earl Bedin lowered his head in shame, and stepped back involuntarily.

Sir Ferrer said without squinting: "Straighten your back, Bedin, don't look shy. If you have the courage to make a choice, you must have the same courage to bear the result."

Hearing Sir Feller's scolding, Earl Bedin's back tensed unconsciously.

Ron said with great interest: "You are very interesting and very capable. Although you are still weaker than my general, are you interested in offering your allegiance to me?"

Sir Ferrer did not refute Ron's words. He lost the battle last night. Judging from the results, he was indeed not as good as the kobold with scar-like markings on his face, although he only lost in the battle against these monsters. I don't understand its role, but if you lose, you lose, and there is nothing to justify.

"Your force can make me bow, but you can't convince me."

Obviously, Sir Feller expressed the meaning of refusal.

Ron wasn't annoyed, he just chuckled and said, "Let's go and meet those nobles."

Led by soldiers, the party came to the closed palace of Heaton.

The arrival of Ron made the nobles who were peeping through the windows in the castle anxious. They had heard a little about this blue dragon who was well-known in the Boren Civil War and known as the "Lord of Storms" and "Lord of Thunder".

After all, it happened in a neighboring country, so it's hard for them not to pay attention.

Especially after the reunification of the Principality of Polun, the cheap goods and rare gadgets that the Black Rock City established by this blue dragon made, so that the nobles of the Principality of Heaton could not ignore his existence at all.

They enjoy the interesting new gadgets in Black Rock City, and they also envy and hate Black Rock City for making a lot of gold coins from them.

The nobles of Heaton have been paying attention to the situation in Black Rock City in the past few years, and naturally they have long known that this terrifying blue dragon is no longer what it was a few years ago. It is much bigger, which proves that the strength of this blue dragon has also become stronger.

Ron stopped outside the palace, turning his head to look at Sir Ferrer who was being escorted all the way.

"Do you think this castle can hold me back, a mighty true dragon?"

Sir Feller was silent and did not respond.

A huge beam of thunder and lightning hit the protective circle barrier outside the palace. The thunderbolt collided with the shield, roaring and exploding, and the shield flickered rapidly. It took a few seconds for the shield to return to normal, which scared the nobles in the palace to their eyelids.

Ron smiled and said, "Obviously, no."

Sir Feller remained stern, but remained silent.

Ron grinned wide, revealing his ferocious fangs, and his smile made people shudder.

"Well, Mr. Feller, let's play a game."

Ron pointed in the direction of the palace and said, "You will be loyal to me for 20 years, and they will survive. Whenever I randomly kill one-tenth of them, your time of loyalty to me will be reduced by two years. When I kill them all , you don’t have to swear allegiance to me.”

Facing Ron's blatant threat, Sir Ferrer's face turned livid, but finally he let out a sigh of relief: "You really deserve to be an evil five-color dragon. I don't think I have the ability to refuse you."

Ron smiled indifferently, and did not respond to Ferrer's evaluation.

In fact, Ron only used those people in the palace as a tool to threaten Sir Feller, but Ron never intended to kill those nobles like this from the beginning, he knew that Sir Feller would definitely agree to his conditions .

Sir Feller pledged his allegiance to him, and the rest of the nobles and the Heaton royal family knew what to do. With nowhere to go, surrender was their only option.

The whole of Oonia is fighting, and there is still a war waiting for Long En in the Principality of Polon. He can't devote all his energy to dealing with the army of the various kings in the Principality of Heaton. The surrender of these nobles and royal families in the capital can make He avoided many unnecessary wars.

Of course, even if the Royal Family of Heaton surrendered to Long En, there must still be many nobles in the Principality of Heaton who would not recognize Long En's rule. After all, Long En would take back their fiefs and deprive them of their noble privileges. It's almost unbearable.

Ron looked at the palace: "Sir Ferrer has chosen a more sensible path, I hope you will not do anything stupid, surrender to me now, and I can forgive your crimes."

After Ron finished speaking, a fierce quarrel erupted in the palace immediately, and there was even the sound of an explosion. It seemed that a conflict broke out, and someone used a spell.

After a while, the protective magic circle barrier of the palace dissipated slowly, the gate opened from the inside, and a group of distraught nobles walked out of the gate. The last one who came out was the old man holding the crown in trembling hands and supported by the second prince Heaton. Duke Heaton.

Under the complicated eyes of the nobles, Grand Duke Heaton broke free from the hand of the second son who killed his elder brother and forced him to hand over the crown, and walked towards the terrifying blue giant step by step.

Grand Duke Heaton walked up to Ron tremblingly, holding the crown in his hands and raising it above his head, tears streaming down his old face.

Ron rolled up the crown with the tip of his tail, brought it to his eyes for a look, and then the magnetic field rotated, using magnetic force to pinch the golden crown full of precious stones into a ball.

"There is no need for a crown, I already have one."

The nobles raised their heads, and the crown made of five obsidian-like sharp dragon horns on Ron's head shone with icy cold light under the sunlight, so majestic that no one dared to look directly at it.

The crown was kneaded into a ball by Ron, and Grand Duke Heaton, who was still holding his hands high, was stunned, his chest heaved violently for a while, and suddenly he gasped and fell straight on the ground, his eyes wide open, and he didn't breathe anymore.

……

The residents of the capital of Heaton who were ordered to stay in the building were suddenly driven to the street by the monsters from Black Rock City, and the dense crowd of people rushed towards the central square driven by those terrifying monsters.

In the central square crowded with Heatonians, Ron fell from the sky and landed on the high platform prepared in advance.

With a glance, Ron didn't care about those eyes looking at him, showing fear, hatred, and disgust.

He originally thought that he would have some sympathy and guilt for those who were innocently affected in the war, but at this time Ron was expressionless, without any extra emotions.

Ron spread his wings and stared at the crowd below.

"From now on, the land of the Principality of Heaton belongs to me, and you will also become my subjects."

"The Principality of Heaton has become history, and a new kingdom will be established on this land, which belongs to the kingdom of my Lord of Storms."

……

"Extraordinary! Extraordinary! The first and second legions broke through the capital of Duke Heaton! The lord announced the founding of the country! Extraordinary!"

"Give me one!"

"Give me one too!"

On a large white paper full of words and pictures, with the mark of "Blackstone Weekly" in the corner, the huge headline "Heaton becomes history, Lord of Storms establishes a nation!" was printed in extra-large fonts, occupying an entire page length.

The "News Department" and "Newspaper" established and issued by the lord are nothing new in Black Rock City. Any resident of Black Rock City is used to the existence of newspapers.

After work, most of the citizens of Blackstone City can recognize some words, and the metropolis can easily read and write, and they will not be stingy to spend six copper coins on a copy of "Blackstone Weekly".

For most citizens of Black Rock City, six copper coins are only a quarter of their daily salary, but they can learn about the anecdotes that happened in the entire Black Rock City, or even the entire Berun or other countries in the past week.

Some wealthy businessmen, Lord Hall officials, mercenaries, etc. will also buy some other types of newspapers for entertainment, such as "Blackstone Business Daily", "Pink Lady" and the like.

It can be said that reading newspapers has become one of the most common recreational activities for Black Rock City residents, and it has also spawned a series of related industries, one of which is newsboys selling newspapers.

At this moment, the excited shouts of newsboys echoed in the streets and alleys of Black Rock City.

The "Blackstone Weekly" affiliated to the Lord's Hall is not like other second-rate newspapers that randomly publish extra issues. Every additional issue will only be a major event that attracts attention, so the additional issues sell very well.

And this time, the Lord's Hall directly ordered that all the newspapers printed in this supplementary issue be handed over to the publishers for distribution free of charge, which greatly reduced the cost of the publishers. When the publishers sold them to newsboys, the wholesale price was only half of the usual price.

With more money to be made, the newsboys naturally shouted harder.

The explosive headlines and abstracts were shouted from the mouth of the newsboy, causing people to rush to buy them, and the newspapers in the newsboy's hands were snatched up in an instant.

Those who didn't snap up the newspaper eagerly gathered around the person holding the newspaper.

"Look at what's written in the newspaper!"

Those who snapped up the newspaper first took a look at the eye-catching headline that took up the entire page, and then excitedly unfolded the folded newspaper.

"According to the command of the Lord, on the [-]th of this month, the Second Legion dispatched to the border of Bolun to fight against the Principality of Heaton, which violated the interests and safety of our ally, the Principality of Bolun..."

"...The First Legion and the Second Legion, under the command and dispatch of the military commander-in-chief, His Excellency Scar, quickly counterattacked and occupied the capital of the Principality of Heaton in just nine days and nine nights..."

"...The royal family of the Duke of Heaton, on behalf of all the nobles of the Principality of Heaton, handed over to the Great Lord of Storms the Grand Duke's Crown, which symbolizes the Duke's right to rule, and formally surrendered..."

"...the Great Lord of Storms delivered a speech in the city of Heaton, announcing the founding of the nation..."

With the flow of the caravan, these newspapers also spread, and immediately caused a sensation in Bolun and the surrounding countries. It is hard to find a newspaper in the market, and a newspaper can even be sold for [-] gold coins...

(End of this chapter)