Rose Empire

Dursley immediately realized that something was wrong with his griffon.

If there is a problem with your own griffin, can other people's griffins survive?

Dursley looked around the sky and didn't see any griffins flying. He already had the answer in his mind. The griffin knights who lost their griffins would not be able to fight so many enemies head-on.

"Order each team to break out on their own!"

After giving the order, Dursley took out an iron spear, and five wings of light appeared behind him. He led a dozen of his own guards to rush towards the enemy's weak point.

Dursley's personal guards were all elite soldiers he had selected from the military over the years. They were highly powerful and had good coordination. Several of them even had five wings of light behind them.

The five-winged swordsmen formed a sharp arrow formation and deployed an iron wall at the same time. Red flames that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake leaped on their bodies. The flames spread from their armor to their swords and spears.

"Drink!"

With an angry shout, the sharp arrow formation with Dursley as the spearhead rushed into the tribesmen's formation, knocking the tribesmen to the ground as if a knife was cutting butter.

In the critical moment, the knights of the Principality of Bonan still showed excellent fighting qualities and courage. Even when the main camp was breached, they were still able to gather together in small groups, cover each other, and fight on their own.

However, literacy and courage could not help them turn the tide of the war. The outcome of this war was doomed from the moment it broke out.

After all, the time of the iron wall defense is limited. After a period of collision, Dursley and his guards were also engaged in a tough battle.

Dursley pierced a scaly tribesman with his spear, lifted him up high, and slammed him to the ground.

But the tribesman held Dursley's spear tightly and gave him a ferocious and exaggerated smile. Fresh meat could be seen between his jagged teeth.

Dursley's heart was alarmed, and he immediately dropped his spear and drew the knight's sword from his waist. Sure enough, at this moment, a short, swift tribesman had rushed to Dursley from the side. Dursley shouted, his arm muscles bulged, and he swung his sword to chop. With the incredible power, the tribesman was cut in half, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

However, one of Dursley's personal guards behind him was not so lucky. Under the enemy's frenzied siege, he had half of his face bitten off by a goat-headed tribesman, exposing his tongue and eyeballs.

Something is wrong! Something is wrong! Something is wrong…

The more Dursley fought, the more confused he became. Something was wrong with these tribesmen. They were no longer simply fearless and brave. They seemed to have learned to cooperate with each other and fight in formation. They were like another well-trained army.

As the battle time passed, the sound of fighting in the camp became quieter and quieter, which meant that there were fewer and fewer knights left in the camp.

Before long, Dursley and his blood-soaked guards were the only ones still fighting on the battlefield, and they became the final focus.

"Iron wall!"

Suddenly, Dursley shouted.

The guards worked in perfect harmony and deployed the iron wall at the same time again.

A huge stone stick smashed under the iron wall and shattered into rubble on the ground. The half-blood giant who failed in the sneak attack shook his head regretfully.

Dursley didn't want to get entangled with this half-blood giant any longer, so he ordered: "Continue to retreat eastward."

However, at this moment, the tribesmen who had been surrounding and attacking them suddenly made way.

Several tribesmen who looked well-equipped appeared in Dursley's field of vision, pushing a huge crossbow cart. A huge bronze arrow that looked like a spear was placed on the crossbow cart.

Seeing the ballista, Dursley's eyes almost popped out, and he shouted desperately: "No!"

Giant bronze arrows whizzed out, and the iron walls of Dursley and others shattered like glass when they collided with the bronze arrows. As the giant arrows flew past, waves of wind blades rotating like steel knives directly cut Dursley and others along with their armor into pieces, and broken flesh and blood fell down along with white snowflakes.

"The weapons of the Orlans are truly powerful. No matter how many times I see them, they are still terrifying."

A half-blood giant patted the crossbow cart beside him and said with emotion in a thick and deep voice.

Compared to other half-blooded giants, he was short - only two meters tall. Moreover, unlike other half-blooded giants with sharp fangs, his fangs were polished to only a small part, and his lips were barely exposed. He looked not only not powerful enough, but also a little ugly. There was even a circle of scars on his neck that were obviously burnt by high temperature.

However, no matter what race the tribal warriors were from, they did not dare to laugh at the appearance of this mixed-blood giant, because his name was Basha.

The tribesmen called him the unprecedented King Basha.

"Unfortunately, there seems to be only one like this in the Silver Wing Camp's arsenal."

A middle-aged man whose figure was hidden in a black cloak but whose face was obviously that of a pure-blooded human responded. Even from his fair and tender skin, it could be seen that he did not look like a tribesman who had lived in the Campe Mountains for a long time.

Behind the middle-aged man there were several others wearing black cloaks similar to his.

"That's normal. You Orlan people have never regarded us mountain beasts as real opponents. Naturally, you will not deploy your most elite soldiers and the most sophisticated weapons in the western border."

King Basha said this very calmly, without much regret in his tone.

The black cloak remained silent.

"How are the snake people doing?" King Basha turned and asked another tribal leader whose body was covered with scales.

As soon as King Basha finished speaking, an eagle's cry sounded in the distance, and a griffin stood up with its head held high, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky. A group of tribesmen around it were caught off guard by the chaotic wind blades and fell down. Unfortunately, the griffin didn't fly very far, its neck twisted strangely, and then it fell from mid-air.

The leader of the snakemen said somewhat awkwardly: "Griffins need to be tamed from a young age. It is too difficult to tame an adult griffin like this. Please forgive me, King."

"You have done nothing wrong, but have made contributions. The Serpent Tribe has made the greatest contributions this time," King Basha shook his head and looked around the tragic battlefield in the camp. "If we can't tame them, then we can kill them and use them as food. These knights and their food are definitely not enough for so many of our warriors."

"But..." The snakeman leader seemed to feel a little regretful.

"Asshole, do it now!" King Basha's face suddenly changed, and he scolded, "We have to hurry on our way in the snowstorm, so we don't have time to let you dawdle here!"

The murderous aura on his face left no doubt that if the other party dared to question his orders again, he would tear the snake man in front of him into pieces and eat him.

"Yes." The snake leader was shocked and hurried to carry out King Basha's order.

King Basha turned around and asked the middle-aged man in the black cloak, "Do you really want to continue traveling with us?"

"Of course it's true." The middle-aged man answered without hesitation.

"I will march straight to the legendary richest city in the Oran Empire!" King Basha looked towards the east, as if his eyes could penetrate the heavy wind and snow and see what his heart desired.

"I was just about to go back there!" the middle-aged man said gritting his teeth.

"I know." King Basha retracted his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man. "But I'm curious, why would you, an Oran, help a foreigner like me? What do you want?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I don't want anything. Perhaps you can't understand. All I want is to prove to the people in that city that I am right and we are right."

King Bashar's scarlet pupils stared at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at King Bashar fearlessly and firmly, with flames seeming to burn in his pupils.

Suddenly, King Bashar burst into laughter.

“Hahaha…” King Basha slapped the middle-aged man on the shoulder. The huge slap made the middle-aged man stagger a little. He laughed and said, “Not bad, not bad, that’s it, that’s it! When I was a slave in the Oran Empire, why didn’t I see an Oran person as interesting as you!”

The king didn't seem to mind talking about his miserable past.

The polished fangs and the scars on the neck were marks that any experienced slave trader could tell were a slave who had escaped from his master. The polished fangs were to wear away the ferocity of the hybrid giant, and the scars on the neck were to wear a collar to mark the master. King Basha had never tried to cover them up to hide his past shame.

"You were driven out, and I escaped. You have something you want to prove, and I have something I want to retrieve... It's just right for us, let's go and make a scene together."

"Let's go! Let's go to Platinum City while the weather is good!"

PS: Thank you all for your monthly tickets and Blade recommendation tickets, thank you for Fang Xili's reward, thank you everyone.

PS2: Thanks to Hexi Zhou Laoer for correcting the previous errors.

Volume 90: Chapter 79 Chapter Desperate for Money and Congenital Disability

Charlotte not only had dinner at her grandfather's house, but also stayed there that day.

At night, Charlotte slept with Lena.

Although Lena is Charlotte's aunt in terms of seniority, their relationship is more like that of sisters and best friends.

The charm of the Veela is not something they can control subjectively, and the same is true for Lena. Her beauty, her body fragrance, and her gestures can unconsciously stimulate the desires of others. For the safety of her daughter, Ethel can only strictly order Lena to go out less and even see fewer outsiders.

When Helen was still alive, the Greenfield Principality was one of the few places that Lena could visit from time to time, so she would come to play with Charlotte whenever she had the chance. After Helen passed away, Lena came to the Greenfield Principality less often, but Charlotte would often go to the Kingdom of Cato. Therefore, the two have always maintained a very good relationship.

Charlotte picked out interesting things from her territory to share with Lena.

Lena felt longing after hearing this and couldn't help but sigh, "It's great. It's not like me who can only stay in the palace all day."

"I'll ask Grandpa for you. Lena can come to Viscount Lanwan more often in the future," Charlotte suddenly laughed and whispered in Lena's ear, "Give me Amy, and I can make you a baron."

Lena showed disdain: "Can a poor baron be worth more than my Amy?"

"Amy and Clara taste better than that?" Charlotte asked with interest.

Clara and Amy were both Lena's personal maids, and of course they also had the responsibility of being her bedmates. As compensation for being restricted for a long time, the maids around Lena were all extremely beautiful, and most of them were innocent girls from small noble families.

Lena had few friends, not only because she was confined in the palace for many years, but also because of her own personality. For example, Lena did not like commoners. She always believed that commoner girls were of lowly blood, and even if they were virgins, their bodies were not pure enough and they were not worthy of having physical contact with her.

After thinking for a while, Lena said, "Clara, Clara's little bun can be held in one hand, and her waist is very thin and soft...Charlotte, you understand, right?"

"I don't understand," Charlotte shook her head disapprovingly. "I like plump ones with some meat. Flat and skinny ones are boring."

"Tsk, you heretic who likes big breasts." Lena said with disgust.

"You are the heretic! You are so big, but you like girls with flat breasts!" Charlotte retorted.

The two girls hid in their beds, whispering about embarrassing topics, and even had a small argument because of their different preferences.

However, in the end, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, Charlotte planned to go find the two warlock scholars recommended to her by Simon Capriati.

Lena held Charlotte's hand, hesitant to speak.

Charlotte looked at Lena's eager and reluctant look and couldn't help but smile: "If you want to go out and play, then come with me. If grandpa asks, just say that I insisted on taking you."

Lena also laughed happily: "That's what you said."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, that's what I said."

Lena boarded Charlotte's carriage and went out with Charlotte. She looked at the city curiously through the window. Although she had been here with King Ethel for several days, Lena had never left the house.

The first person Charlotte was going to visit was a warlock scholar named Ferguson.

Charlotte remembers clearly that Simon Capriati had a very complicated tone when he mentioned this person. He reminded Charlotte that she should not ignore Ferguson's talent because of his character.

Charlotte was very curious about what kind of person could make Simon Capriati give her such a vaccination in advance.

Soon, the carriage arrived at Ferguson's residence.

Charlotte and others got out of the car. Renee went forward and knocked on the door. A servant dressed as a butler came out.

"Miss Charlotte Mellorfield, Viscount Lanwan, daughter of the Duke of Greenfield, is here to visit Mr. Ferguson." Renee said.

"My master is busy thinking about academic matters and may not have time to receive guests today." The butler said this, but made a subtle gesture of asking for money with his hand.

Renee had traveled all over the country with Charlotte and had seen a lot. When she saw the butler's gesture, she immediately understood it and took out two Fuso coins and put them in the butler's hand.

The housekeeper immediately smiled and said, "However, I can tell you that you should come in and have a cup of tea first."

The butler welcomed Charlotte and Lena into the reception room before going to inform Ferguson.

Lena looked at the old antique sofa in the reception room, frowned slightly, and stood without sitting down.

Seeing this, Leni took out a new silk handkerchief from somewhere and covered the sofa cushion. Lena then sat down with a smile.

"Reni is so thoughtful!" Lena praised Reni with a smile.

"Reni," Charlotte quickly pulled Renee to her side, "Come here, come here, stay away from this guy!"

"Why are you so wary of me?" Lena said unhappily, glaring at Charlotte.

"Don't think I don't know that you must be planning to take advantage of Renee!" Charlotte said, glancing at Lena.

Lena did not try to hide it and said confidently, "Leni, if I go with you to that crappy Viscountry, I will only suffer. It is better for me to come back to the palace with me."

"Don't even think about it, Renee is my baby!" Charlotte hugged Renee's waist.

Renee, who was caught in the middle, watched with a mixture of laughter and tears as she was being fought over by a princess and a duke's daughter.

Charlotte and Lena's antics were interrupted when another servant brought them tea.

The tea was cold, tasted coarse, and had no aroma. Charlotte took a sip and didn't want to touch it again. The dessert looked very old, with visible mold spots. It was probably an old actor who had worked for the Ferguson family for a long time. Whenever there were guests, it was served to the family as a show. Charlotte didn't dare to touch it, so as not to destroy the legacy that Mr. Ferguson would leave to his son in the future.

Renee frowned at the Ferguson family's etiquette in entertaining guests. Even someone like Henry Holloway would not neglect his guests like this.

It didn't matter to Lena how bad the refreshments were, because she wasn't going to touch them anyway.

Lena only eats food made by girls and wears clothes woven by girls. The Cato royal family even has a special manor to serve Lena alone, where all women work in the fields and weave to provide Lena with food and clothing.

In other words, as the youngest princess of the Cato royal family, Lena was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. If her status was a little lower, then ordinary families would not be able to support such a treasure.

Although the tea was not very good, the host did not keep Charlotte waiting for long. Just a moment after she put down her teacup, Ferguson appeared with a smile.

This is a skinny man with a mustache and a crystal monocle.

"I didn't expect that the young lady of the Duke of Luyuan would visit us. It really makes our humble home bright and beautiful." Ferguson said enthusiastically.

"You're welcome, Mr. Ferguson." Charlotte stood up and saluted.

Lena sat there motionless, completely ignoring Ferguson.

Ferguson glanced at Lena for a moment longer, but only for a moment. He did not linger for long, and asked Charlotte with a smile, "Miss Melefield, what brings you here?"