The Spirit World

Chapter 635: Prelude to War Wild Horse
War Chronicle - In the last years of Victoria's Ministry of Internal Affairs, on April 2029, 4 in the Principality, the Duchess Victoria, who was in charge of the highest core power in the spiritual world, the Principality of Arlan, mysteriously disappeared, announcing the end of the Victorian era that had ruled the Principality of Arlan for 1 years.

The old king fell and the new king ascended the throne. The Tiger Chaser Emperor George Elizabeth Nosades, who was deposed by the Duke of Victoria, ascended the throne again. At that time, the Chief Executive of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Lionheart and the Chief Assistant Tiger End also mysteriously disappeared. The former new chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Samuel Lier took over as the Chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and implemented a more stringent suppression strategy, forcing the Dragon Chaser into a desperate situation.

The former principality's [Princess] [Elizabeth] led the former [Commander-in-Chief of the Flying Eagles] [Craft] in a rebellion, and united with the principality's second largest faction [Dragon Chaser] to launch the [April 1st War], which broke out on the [Notis River] in [Flannotis], a satellite city of the principality's capital [Flan]. The two major factions divided the river and ruled separately, which was known in history as the [Great Civil War of Dragon Chaser].

The war was raging and civil unrest was endless. In the confrontation between magic and great swordsmen, civilians suffered, refugees were everywhere, and the chaos continued.

Before the war, crises in the spiritual world had never ceased.

A frost dragon named [Winti County Dragon] froze the world wantonly on a high mountain near [Winti County]. Elemental gaps appeared in various parts of the spirit world, wreaking havoc on the world. A wind element gap named [Eye of the Storm] appeared in [Fran], the capital of the Principality of Allan. Soon, a large area of ​​fire and hell named [Heavenly Burning Sea] also appeared over [Huadu], the capital of [Ethereal Empire]. In [Xaluisu], the capital of [Elf Kingdom], a mountain range of extremely cold ice that never melted appeared one after another. Then, a large number of lightning element crystals were spread all over various regions of the Kingdom of Beasts. These furious elements were like blades inserted into the earth of the spirit world, piercing into the heart of the earth, making the local residents miserable.

In the south of the empire, large areas of plague have occurred. It is said that the undead have occupied many cities in the empire. The corpses stained with [Demon Blood] have become the source of the plague. The super plague known as [Undead Disease] is raging.

The number of strange things that have occurred in various places in the spiritual world is simply too numerous to count, and the large number of weird and terrifying things challenge people's ability to endure.

Bad things happened one after another, catching everyone off guard, just like the calm before destruction, turning into ashes foreshadowing the end.

Adventurer associations and practitioners from all sides had to run around looking for the right remedy. Pessimists were spreading painful doomsday literature wantonly, optimists were suffering in the scorching heat of crazy talk, and the rest of the people might not even be able to experience the suffering, and would disappear in the clouds at the end of pain and despair.

According to someone's famous quote, the world is finished.

As the central government district, the prosperity of Fran itself is limited. Under the rule of Victoria's Ministry of the Interior, there are strict exit restrictions, population registration, and strictly planned living areas, college areas, entertainment areas, and even military and government areas. After the outbreak of the civil war, the tiger-chasing faction led by King George quickly moved the capital to the eastern city [Lastar], known as the [Principality of East Arlan]. The dragon-chasing faction led by Princess Elizabeth launched an eastern expedition in the name of George's usurpation of the throne and established the capital in the southern city [Lothric], known as the [Principality of West Arlan].

During the three-month-long war, magical bombings and military retreats caused most cities to lose their original living and production areas. Soon, these areas were strategically divided into regions, and the area where the two armies met was the battlefield. With the territorial centerline of Fran as the boundary, the confrontation between the East and the West intensified.

[Principality May 2029, 7]

【Florence】

The gap in the wind in the sky turned the entire Fran area into a tragic valley. Dust flew in the howling of the wind element. Most of the entire Fran was cut off by the ruthless wind. The buildings on the ground also wailed with cries of being abandoned. The wind passed through them, taking away the earth and rocks that were still resisting stubbornly. The ruins were charred, and red flames were still entangled after the high-intensity magic artillery bombardment. The sunken streets, smoothed gravel, and the unrecognizable city had long been filled with despair.

No matter how much they tried to persuade, no one dared to live in Fulan. This battlefield where gunfire raged all day long was eventually abandoned. However, this world is so wonderful. As long as time has not ended, we must not make a rash conclusion. To put it simply, there are exceptions to everything. This is not a good or bad thing, nor is it a bad word, but we must never treat it as empty talk.

Because, no matter which corner of Fran is empty, the abandoned magic teleportation point is always crowded.

The soldiers of the Tiger Chasing Faction used Fran's teleportation platform as their base point and stationed here despite the terrible wind gaps above Fran. If this place was used as the enemy's teleportation base station and the troops were stationed here, it would definitely be a terrible thing for the military advancement. Therefore, despite the raging winds here, it is still an absolute military stronghold.

However, the Fran area is not the direct battlefield of the current war, but an important military strategic location. The general stationed here [Char Blueprint] is on high alert, waiting for an absolute secret order.

"Sir! We have found the enemy at Victoria House!" a soldier shouted at Charles' desk.

His voice was so loud that it was impossible to ignore him. Even in front of his superiors, he stared with bloodshot eyes. His clothes were covered with dust and torn by the wind. He saluted very straight, his hands like stiff iron plates.

"Bring it up."

Charles Blueprint, the commander of the Fran teleportation base, is a tall and thin young man. He is wearing a magic robe-style officer uniform that is dignified and serious. He has blond hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, shaved eyebrows, and a small stubble that makes his fair face look unusually weathered.

"Press forward!" the soldier yelled and stepped aside.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Charles stared at the open door, and before he saw the man being held, his voice began to roar deafeningly.

"Let me go! You thieves! You scum of the principality! You filthy maggots! You cat-climbing lackeys! You!"

He yelled and cursed the people who were coming over and being suppressed by the soldiers. The sound of his shouting sounded like it was roared out from a cannon, so fierce and scary, as if he was the one conducting the interrogation.

He was wearing a blue magic robe, and at first glance he was a student of the Royal Academy of Flandre. He did not look rude, but rather very quiet, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, tall and thin, with a deep, low voice that sounded deafening. His flamingo-like eyes were fixed on the Charles Blueprint.

Charles Blue was playing with the orange in his hand, but looking at the student nonchalantly.

That is not a normal orange, but a local specialty of Fulan, called [Sharp Sugar Orange]. The sharp sugar orange tastes very sweet, just like a knife cutting open a bag of sugar water, and the orange water that flows out is sweet and unforgettable. Those who like it like to eat it, but those who don't like it, like a knife cutting through the heart, dare not touch it because it is too sweet.

"Let him go." Charles Blue touched his face, put his hand on the stubble, rubbed it, and then ran his palm along the stubble to the other side of his face.

"I'm from the Ministry of Magic! You can't catch me!" The man was released, and immediately loosened his muscles and bones, and yelled fiercely: "Let me go!"

"Ministry of Magic..." Charles Blue blinked his eyes, looked at the pointed tangerine in his hand, and twitched his mouth with interest. He smiled and said, "What's your name? Why are you in Victoria Manor?"

"My name is Zhou Liu! I'm from the Royal Academy of Flandre, the third class of Fire Mages. All of you..." Zhou Liu revealed his name and was about to curse again, but was stopped by Charles Blueprint.

"I want to hear about your position in the Ministry of Magic." Xiaerlantu snorted, leaned back in the chair, put his legs on the table, and kneaded the pointed tangerine that used to be almost everywhere.

"I'm from the Ministry of Magic! You can't arrest me!" Saturday put his hands hard on the table and slammed it hard. He looked at the Charles blueprint almost angrily, without any sign of cowardice at all.

Although what he said was not that important. "Let me ask you, what is your position in the Ministry of Magic..." Xiaerlantu tilted his head and looked at Saturday next to him. Saturday stared at him fiercely, while Xiaerlantu turned his head again and looked at the ceiling of the room.

The wind outside was blowing loudly. This house was specially built to be wind-resistant, but even with such a strong wind, the sound was still loud enough to make people's ears callused.

"Why should I tell you my position? Didn't you see what I'm wearing? Let me leave! You cat-crawler guys will definitely not get what you want if you offend the Ministry of Magic! You will have to bear the consequences!"

Zhou Liu shouted louder and louder, his momentum did not decrease at all, but intensified. It was like a terrible executioner examining his prisoner, but Charles Blue was not in a hurry at all. He put the pointed tangerine on the table, slowly stood up, put his hands in his pockets, gloomy face, bent his body and walked slowly in front of Zhou Liu. Zhou Liu looked at him coming, still without any fear, but Charles Blue raised his foot instantly and kicked him in the stomach.

"Puhu..." Saturday's blood gushed out of his mouth. Under Charles Blue's kick, another kick hit his knee hard. Saturday's knee was like a piece of metal that bent down and broke backwards.

"Ah..." Zhou Liu collapsed and lay on the table, shaking continuously.

Charles Bluetu kept his head down and took small steps back to his seat. Wind blew into the room, making the place freezing cold.

"Is this the Ministry of Magic?" Charles Blue took the pointed tangerine in his hand again, tilted his head, and placed it on the chair behind him.

"Hiss..." Zhou Liu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He gritted his teeth and waited for Xiaer Lantu. Xiaer Lantu looked at him and rolled his eyes: "If I tell you it can save your life, then you can tell me. If it can't save your life, I won't let you tell me."

Charles Blue pouted and touched his stubble again. He seemed to like the feeling of rubbing it. It was itchy and rustling, and he couldn't help himself. Just like the orange that was about to be soaked, it felt wonderful.

"Hiss..." Zhou Liu sighed, his nerves trembling in pain and his eyelids twitching.

"Speak..." Charles Blue looked at Zhou Liu with his eyes without any slight movement. He remained motionless, and he almost wanted to tear the young boy to pieces in his eyes.

"I know that you at Fran Academy are different from the cowards in other schools." Charles Blueprint spoke word by word, gritting his teeth. The sound of grinding his teeth accompanied the pain of Saturday lightly, making the wind in the whole room even colder.

"I'm not afraid of the minions of the Ministry of Magic. They are just trapped in a jar. No matter how powerful you are, you won't be defeated." Charles Blue put his feet back on the table, his tense nerves slowly relaxed, and his eyebrows trembled: "Tell me your position in the Ministry of Magic, otherwise, I will not be soft-hearted when dealing with the minions of the Ministry of Magic. You have a position, a small official, and you are still valuable. If you are not a small official or an important person, don't be so arrogant... I am your enemy."

The ups and downs of Charles Blue's voice echoed in Saturday's mind. The nerves in his knee felt hot and numb, and it was like an electric current that transmitted heat and numbness to his body. The blood flowed and he screamed in pain.

"You guys! The lackeys of the Cat Climbing Clique!"

"I like to hear the cat-climbing faction, but I don't like to hear the running dog." Charles Blueprint put his hand on his orange, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. The door, blown by the wind, hit the door frame fiercely. The humming sound outside the frame made Zhou Liu's eyes tremble.

"I am a member of the third team of the School of Flame Magecraft. I am not a small official. You can kill me or chop me up as you please!" Zhou Liu stated his identity without losing his dignity and said nothing else.

"Fire Magic, the third team..."

"Have you ever heard such a saying?"

Charles Bluetu glanced into Zhou Liu's eyes. There seemed to be no fear in Zhou Liu's eyes. However, as soon as Charles Bluetu put down the tangerine in his hand and stopped what he was doing, his eyes began to dodge and avoid, and he kept looking into Charles Bluetu's eyes.

"Dead people are more useful than living people..."

Charles Blueprint didn't keep the secret at all, but looked into Saturday's eyes. The Saturday in those green pupils looked like a frightened little white mouse...

The little white mouse's eyes were shining and it was running around in fear.

Being stared at by Ciel Blueprint was like having a line of blood pulled out from the ribs behind him, pulling all the nerves in his body clean.

"You should be thankful that you are not a minor official in the Ministry of Magic, otherwise, you would have died miserably..."

Charles Blueprint turned his head to the side and quickly turned the pointed tangerine in his hand. The pointed tangerine was very hard, so it could be used for playing.

The orange in my hand, which was as big as a walnut, turned, shook, and moved...

It seems like...

Autumn wind and falling leaves...

It seems like...

Baili Autumn Wind...

It seems like...

Heads fell...

The typos were caused by the automatic recording problem. I had already corrected it, but it was rolled back...

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(End of this chapter)