When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1178 Lacunio's life is full of backups
Lacunio gripped the reins tightly, his body rising and falling with the saddle.

His warhorse, puffing out white steam, trod across the softest soil of the plain in the morning light.

He dismounted and grabbed a piece of land, squeezing it between his fingers.

The black soil was moist and sticky, and the light plow on the other side of the field couldn't move the heavy soil at all.

Extremely heavy wheeled plows with iron plowshares are required to cultivate this land.

Lacunio stood up, his gaze involuntarily drifting into the distance.

The distant horizon was blurred in the mist, with only a few low hills dotting the southern sky, the shadows of the Falcon Mountain range near the border of Thorn Garden.

Eagles and falcons soar in the sky, circling the mountains like swimming fish.

The Sein River, at the foot of Falcon Mountain, is the mother river of the Bearburg people. It meanders like a silver snake and flows south to join the Nauan River.

The fertile black soil beneath my feet is filled with the scent of withered grass in early spring and the damp aroma of river mud.

Unfortunately, this place is a wasteland.

Clearly, the Norn did not widely adopt wheeled plows, let alone the horse-drawn harvesters newly produced by the Holy Alliance.

Before them stretched the Roaring Corridor plain, which, just as the elders of the Knights had said, was as flat as a mirror.

The experience of the Knights Elders was correct; according to the geographical records of the El scholars, the hills of the Roaring Corridor had an average height of less than 200 meters.

In the northern part of Thorn Garden, the mountains and the Furnace Plateau are like two long walls, sandwiching a flat piece of land in between.

The howling north wind passes through here, hence the name Roaring Corridor.

Unlike the Thorn Garden or the Shattered Stone Plains, the Roaring Corridor is not a regional term, but a geographical one.

This is an extremely long and narrow, yet extremely vast piece of land that stretches from Golden Horn Bay all the way to the Longmian Mountains.

The people living on this land include both the civilized Norn Highlords' territories and the savage Norn tribal communities.

The Imperials always viewed the Norn as a whole, but in reality, the Norn was a derogatory term used by the Els to refer to the barbarian tribes of the Eastern Continent when they crossed over to the east.

It means someone who does not possess scriptures.

In reality, the Norn are divided into countless tribes, whose languages ​​are mutually unintelligible, let alone their cultures.

This is why, even within the Holy El Empire, which has an elective monarchy, the Kingdom of Norn continues to elect a monarch.

Because they simply refuse to submit to each other!
Although economic and geographical factors have divided the Norn into northern and southern parts, this does not mean that centrifugal forces do not exist within them.

For Lacuño, who was in charge of the northern invasion, this situation was most conducive to dividing and attacking the enemy.

Driven by this centrifugal force, and further deterred by a series of battles, as long as the power of the local ruler can be guaranteed, their surrender requires almost no psychological preparation.

Although Lacunio is a Leia, he has lived on the border since childhood and is considered half Norn.

Times have changed. As the former Grand Master of the Knights, he has both recruited the Glory Frontier Knights and launched a fierce attack on the Norn Brothers.

But he had no choice.

The development of flanges has been too smooth.

King Gigi, who had been captured, was working with Prince Condé's two sons to regain the throne of Leia.

He had assumed that the Holy Alliance would kill King Gigi to vent their anger, so that he could take László, the posthumous eldest son of Prince Condé, to the throne of Leia.

The moment László sits on the throne and puts on the crown, he will finally be able to retire.

It's hateful that the Holy Alliance not only didn't kill King Gigi, but even let him go.

With Leia as regent and Fran as an imprisoned king, the throne is far too crowded.

As they pushed each other, László was eventually pushed out of the line of succession.

Not only did they move from luxurious palaces to monasteries in the wilderness, but their food, clothing, and daily necessities also became increasingly scarce.

As for that monastery, needless to say, there were more soldiers than monks.

Isn't the meaning obvious?

You are no longer of any use. If you behave well, your lives may be spared. If you don't behave, the monks may also pick up their swords.

Lacunio was already somewhat desperate.

However, things changed three years ago when a Blood Servant approached him and offered him a deal. To this day, that scene remains vivid in Lacunio's mind.

It was a quiet evening, and Lacuño was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard.

The blood servant appeared before him like a ghost, as if a demon from hell had offered him a deal:
“You pledge allegiance to the Royal Court, and I will help you escape and assist you in restoring the Plantagenet Kingdom. In return, the Royal Court only wants Golden Horn Bay and Roaring Corridor.”

Lacunio wanted to refuse outright, but Charles VIII left him no choice but to gamble on the possibility.

This deal may seem like a political scam where you can choose any of the five generals and five ministers after the deal is done, but upon closer examination, it is actually quite feasible.

After all, the royal court's source blood is limited, and maintaining the existence of the clan is already a problem, let alone expanding the clan.

This is also the source of the empire's confidence that the royal court will not expand on a large scale.

As for Roaring Corridor and Golden Horn Bay, they are already far too much for the Royal Court, definitely reaching the limit of the Royal Court's expansion.

After conquering these two territories, the royal court would certainly need a buffer zone.

At this point, it wouldn't be unreasonable to have László recognize Servais as a godmother and become a son of Leia.

Lacunio is getting old; if he doesn't act now, the Golden Plant might really become a commoner's pet.

"why me?"

“You are the only one who has fought against the Holy Alliance and suppressed them to a certain extent.” The bald blood servant’s voice was ethereal. “You are familiar with the Roaring Corridor and know the Border Knights well. I need your opinion.”

Don't worry, we are not like that fool Prince Condai. Under the great leadership of His Highness Serfaye, we are open to criticism and can withstand scrutiny!

...You may not know, but the great Lord of Immortality has already descended, and Prince Serfaye is His chosen one for eternity.

The fact that he could escape with the bloodline of the Plantagenet dynasty was enough for Lacunio to consider.

Moreover, in the present empire, no one is willing to take in him, the son of the previous dynasty; they have nowhere else to go.

The royal court, on the other hand, had a glimmer of hope for restoring its kingdom.

So Lacuño took a gamble, but not a complete one.

The story of Prince Condé taught him that whatever he did, he must always keep a backup.

So he kept László's brother Stícal, so that at least the Plantagenet bloodline could continue.

Taking advantage of the change of shifts between soldiers and guards, and with outside assistance, Lacunio quickly led Laszlo away from the monastery and boarded a ship bound for the royal court.

When he arrived at the Flesh and Blood Royal Court, Lacunio thought he would have to wait and adjust for a while.

But a miracle happened. When he arrived in the City of No Light that day, he was told, "His Highness Serfaye has decided that you will be the commander of the Royal Court's Northern Route Army."

After settling László and meeting with Servais, he then met with many vampire generals of the Northern Route Army under the arrangement of the warlord.

Lacunio then took command of the royal court's northern army.

Next, in the hands of Lacunio, who was most familiar with the Border Knights, the Knights suffered repeated defeats and could not break through any of their moves.

It didn't take long before they fought their way to Ironflow Fortress.

Ironflow Fortress was originally going to launch another attack, but then that devilish bald Blood Servant came out again and directly persuaded Amerik to surrender.

The following year saw Lacuño wage several major battles, defeating the Bearsburgers so badly that they fled in disarray and surrendered at the mere sight of them.

Having captured Ironflow Fortress, Golden Soup Fortress, and Fat Beef Fortress, the Roaring Corridor's defenses have been breached, leaving only some localized areas to be cleaned up.

After cleaning up these areas, the next thing we'll probably have to face is the Holy Alliance.

Every time he thinks about this, Lacunio feels a tightness in his scalp and a choking sensation in his breath.

"Cough cough cough—" Because of this choking breath, he gasped for air and couldn't help but cough.

"Hey, Lord Lacunio," a hoarse, languid voice called out, as a three-meter-tall, obese man with a large gold earring approached. "How's your health? Why don't you just become a vampire?"

“No need for you to worry, it’s all good, Your Excellency Governor Scheherazade.” Lacunio straightened up.

"Why bother? Is being human really that important?" The ogre named Shahrulan chewed on a human leg.

Lacunio did not answer, but turned his head away from looking at the skeletons of his compatriots: "Your Excellency, have all the commanders of the armies assembled?"

Shaluan, feeling awkward, tossed aside the bones and said, "We're here. If you walk a few more steps, you'll see them."

(End of this chapter)