The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

“It doesn’t have to be nobles from other places. Our local students and soldiers can also lead the army or lead from the front. Nobles from other places are not so important, or they might even waste food.”

“But we can use them to exchange for the resources we need, Your Majesty.”

Others tried to persuade her, but Maginus remained unmoved: "And then what? Let them continue to feel that offending me comes without any heavy consequences?"

She raised her hand to interrupt everyone who wanted to speak, and emphasized one last time: "This matter ends here. Attack the allied forces with all your might, completely wipe out their high-ranking generals, and absorb their lower-ranking soldiers. Unless all countries surrender, do not stop. Fight your way into their territory!!"

Their eyes opened, a crimson vortex swirling within them. The generals knelt on one knee, drenched in sweat, and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, your command!"

The skirmishes are over; the real battle is about to begin.

Everyone realized this. The Nesserian army hadn't said they were going to fight to the death, since the nobles knew they wouldn't die. But the enraged Maginus chose to kill all the opposing generals, which would inevitably lead to a fight to the death between the two sides.

Unless one side surrenders, the area surrounding Nesser will be ravaged by blood.

At the end of the meeting, the foreign personnel who had been transformed from prisoners of war into officers looked embarrassed, mainly because they were thinking about the possibility of turning their knives on their former friends, subordinates, or even relatives.

If that time really comes, should the officers bound by the contract be killed or not?

This is a problem.

Apart from this group, the others were fine, especially the local officers, who even looked very happy and excited. After all, those who would hold important positions in the Nesery army in the future would definitely be replaced step by step by locals from the academy and the army.

"His Majesty is truly enraged."

On the way out of the palace, Ron sighed, while Primia, sitting beside him, blew on her cooled green tea and took a sip.

"Yes, they have repeatedly jumped out to provoke us. His Majesty really gave them face before. If it weren't for the sake of development, she would never have tolerated it. It's really beyond my expectations that she has been able to tolerate it until now."

"Once high-ranking officials start dying on the battlefield, how long do you think it will take for other countries to surrender?"

"No more than a year."

Ronfield didn't believe the nobles were truly willing to die. When Neserys bared his fangs, the officers from other countries would inevitably be driven by fear and dread, causing the army's morale and their spirits to plummet.

There are naturally people in Nesery who are afraid, but the problem is that in Nesery's army, officers are not limited to nobles. Regardless of status, as long as one has the strength and knowledge to win battles, Her Majesty the Great Queen will promote them.

As for the armies of other countries? Most of them are private armies directly under the king or nobles. Nobles would never and would never give grassroots soldiers the power to command their troops.

Imagine if a high-ranking officer in Netherland dies, a lower-ranking officer will take over, and everyone can be a civilian.

On the other hand, commoners also have the opportunity to rise in rank, but if they want to command the army and establish military merits, they must first become nobles, or at least be awarded a medal.

In short, one side has direct upward mobility channels, while for most countries it is simply too difficult to climb the social ladder, so the results are naturally different.

Chapter 685 Avenging a Grievance

At first, everyone thought it was a joke.

Nesseri issued a notice to neighboring countries and allied forces, giving them one month to surrender and negotiate reparations. Otherwise, Nesseri's army would show no mercy and would ruthlessly kill or enslave any captured noble generals.

The noble generals in the allied forces felt a chill. Some comforted themselves that Maginus's order was merely a means to intimidate them into retreating, while others learned from Nesserian officials about the recent events in Doflamingo and decisively withdrew from the allied forces.

In any case, as time passed, the kings of the various countries still did not choose to withdraw their troops, and so the fighting resumed.

In a border region of Nesser, the two armies clashed again, and the allied forces suffered another defeat, with the nobles being captured.

This was the first defeat since the warning was issued. The captured nobles suddenly remembered the size of the Nesserian army and involuntarily swallowed. They looked around in the prison cart, feeling a little panicked.

Normally, for those who were captured but did not die in battle, the Nesery army would give them good food and drink, and then send them to the capital, Dover, as quickly as possible, waiting for someone to bring money to ransom them. Only those who did not have money would be killed.

Nearly three hours had passed since the battle, and the general who was supposed to come looking for them had not yet arrived, as if they were not even there. This made the nobles increasingly nervous, and fear began to take root in their hearts.

"Where is your captain? Where is your general?!"

Finally, one of the nobles could no longer contain himself. He grabbed the steel bars of the prison cart, which were covered in incantations, and loudly questioned the guards. The soldiers guarding the prison cart exchanged glances, turned their heads back, and showed no intention of speaking. Their military discipline was strict, but their smiles were malicious.

The nobles found this smile somewhat familiar, like the smile they would give to a dying, rebellious commoner.

No matter how much the nobles shouted, no one responded until about nightfall, eight hours after the battle, when finally someone opened the prison gates and led them into the military camp.

"What are you Nesserian troops doing? This is against the rules!"

Despite being nobles, they were kicked to the ground. The general in charge of this battlefield, Nesery, looked down at them. These nobles had never suffered such humiliation before, kneeling before a commoner.

The Allied forces had conducted an investigation and found that this general did not have a noble title, at least not yet. To be able to serve as a general in an army without a noble title, and to have no one watching over him, was something that the kneeling nobles could hardly imagine.

With a gleam of pleasure in his eyes, the unusually young general, Nesser, rose and strode toward the nobles. Suddenly, he raised his foot and stomped on the face of one of the nobles, rubbing the sole of his shoe against the nobleman's face.

"Damn lowly commoner, what are you doing?!"

The shouter had his teeth shattered by a kick. The general's eyes gleamed coldly, as if he wanted his enemy to die knowing why, and he sneered as he explained why he was targeting this nobleman.

It's a very simple story. This general wasn't born in Netheril; he grew up in the towns and territories of fallen nobles.

When he was young, his family was relatively wealthy. His father was a small merchant with his own shop. However, the extortion and plunder by the nobles caused his parents to die and he to become a wanderer. He eventually arrived in Nessere after many twists and turns.

Having experienced a story that could easily be made into a novel or even a biography, he became a general in the Nesserian army.

“Your Majesty,” the young man praised Maginus reverently, then lowered his head and continued viciously, “I thought I would never be able to take revenge in this lifetime, and I was even prepared to abandon my official position and kill you, but it turns out that the goddess has blessed me!”

Previously, when nobles were captured, according to unspoken rules, they were to be sent to the capital for unified processing, and most of them would not die.

The young man had originally planned to risk breaking the rules and being attacked by the crowd by killing his enemy, but luck was just right. Maginus issued a new order: any nobles captured should be killed directly.

The young man, who had once been a displaced civilian, immediately understood why His Majesty had done this.

Those who died before were all "lowly people." The nobles didn't care about the deaths of commoners; as long as they didn't die themselves, they were fine. Even if they had to pay compensation, they could still extract more money from the residents under their jurisdiction.

But if the nobles start dying, these people who value their lives will definitely not be willing to continue fighting.

"Drag him to the interrogation area, and the rest of you take him out and behead him."

The general, kicking aside the nobles at his feet and harboring resentment, ordered his soldiers to drag these foreign generals out and kill them. He then followed the nobles he had a grudge against into the interrogation room and began to torture and kill them.

Maginos has gone mad.

When the allied forces confirmed through scouts that all the captured noble generals had been killed, they finally realized she was not joking and were all enraged.

How dare she!

The enraged allied generals were furious for a moment, then cowered in their ranks, no longer daring to attack. Some of the righteous young generals also became timid and hesitant, as if they had never thought they would die.

When people realized that battle could really cost even the lives of nobles with their own territories, many became afraid.

The Nesserian army was also affected, but the problem was that there were no lords in charge of the troops here. Each noble general rose through the ranks based on military merit, both in terms of official position and noble title.

The majority of the Nesserians are first-generation nobles, making them more fearless and valiant. The allied forces, on the other hand, have been gone for generations and cherish their lives more, since as long as they are alive, the territories left by their ancestors are enough for them to enjoy.

After the lords who had come to join the fun realized that their lives were in danger, a large number of them left, accelerating the disintegration of the allied forces. However, even after they retreated, the Nesserian army showed no sign of stopping and instead chose to advance directly into the territories of various countries.

The message was very clear: either surrender to Nesery or let Nesery's army storm the country, plunder the wealth accumulated by the nobles, and slaughter all the nobles and lords in the towns.

Some of them originally wanted to try to resist, but then new information came in.

Firstly, there was the reason why Maginus would issue such an order: the Bloodstained Society had actually attacked Dover, which thoroughly angered Maginus and Perseus.

Secondly, there is the current situation of the Bloodstained Society. According to the observations of the Mage Xie Meng Wu Qi Liu 1 Society, on the same day, the evil city that gathered many criminals was completely destroyed, and only a few people escaped.

The thing that destroyed it is familiar to many people: the crimson liquid life force.

Now, even ghosts know what's going on.

Chapter 686 Aid from the Spirit Alliance, 2Ox2 Spirit Energy, Gray Eagle Duchy

While the neighboring countries of Nesery were struggling to maintain relations with Nesery, Maginus had already arrived in a major power near Nizmor.

The Principality of Grey Eagles.

She had already done her research beforehand. This was a country that had been rising for nearly a few hundred years, with vast territory, ample military strength, and fertile land. The only thing that was hard to estimate was its border with the northern lands.

The current king is a restorer of the dynasty and is eyeing other powerful nations around him, especially Nizmohr. The two sides are constantly clashing due to land disputes. When Maginus arrived at the border where the two sides were unusually close, he also saw the troops stationed on both sides.

"Tsk, when I dealt with most of the army, they didn't immediately attack?"

With a slight pursing of her lips, Maginus reached into the demiplane and retrieved an invitation.

It is as if we are meeting in person:

Your Majesty Majesty Maginos, I sincerely...

After she revealed her violent and ruthless side, a letter from the Duchy of Grey Eagle arrived in her hands within a few days. The writer was the current King of Grey Eagle, known as the Hawk Eagle, Aguilar...

As a continental organization, the Bloodstained Society's main strongholds were uprooted, and their legend was likely severely damaged. Under these circumstances, Aigoaquila keenly sensed who Maginus's next target would be.

This is a good opportunity. Nesser is too far from Nizmor, with a long distance in between, which means that Maginus cannot bring Nizmor into his territory, nor can he send his army to deal with it.

As for her wiping out the entire Nizmol by herself, Ego knew it was certainly possible, but since Maginus was willing to send her army to attack the allied forces, it meant she was willing to abide by certain rules. As long as the other side didn't break the rules, she wouldn't break them either.

Therefore, Ego decided to seize the initiative and invited Maginus to discuss the grand plan to destroy Nizmol. Most importantly, he needed Maginus's help to save someone.

Therefore, the Grey Eagle King sent an invitation, and Maginus naturally chose to accept. Nizmor indeed needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Actually, her bottom line was "a little" lower than the Grey Eagle King had imagined. Originally, she did plan to gather enough energy to storm the palace and then take action against Whitney Nizmore. However, since someone wanted to cooperate, Maginus was happy to see it happen.

Glancing at the two armies facing off at the border, Maginus raised her hand to touch the Blood Gathering and headed towards the territory of the Grey Eagle Duchy.

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During her fifteen days in the capital of the Grey Eagle Kingdom, she roughly observed the current situation of the entire kingdom and concluded that the country desperately needed a war, and an exceptionally large one at that.

There were so many soldiers that it was almost crowded. Every town had a large number of soldiers, and they were all normal soldiers who were well-fed and clothed.

Maintaining so many soldiers would be an extremely heavy expense, with provisions and pay alone, and a portion of that money could potentially be embezzled by higher-ups.

The lords also desperately want to expand their territory. If the Duchy of Grey Eagle does not intend to launch an attack on other countries, then a major internal war is bound to break out.

Perhaps the Aquila royal family could remain neutral or reap the benefits, but once the fighting is over, they will face a scene of utter devastation. Rather than that, it would be better to launch an attack on Nizmore first.

The capital of the Grey Eagle Duchy is similar to Nizmore in size, and many birds can be seen on the streets as symbols, including eagles. The Aquila royal family has not prohibited others from using the Grey Eagle symbol.

"Adventurer, please stop."

At the gates of the capital, two soldiers blocked Maginot's path. Just as they were about to ask where she came from, she removed her hood, revealing her true face:

"Summon your superior to take me to see your king."

The veiled girl caused a momentary stun among those around her. The familiar features made one soldier with a strong memory tremble slightly, his legs shaking. Without hesitation, he knelt on one knee before Maginus, recalling and repeating what his captain had said earlier:

"Your Majesty Imperis, welcome to the capital! His Majesty is waiting for you!"

He shouted loudly, and the familiar crowd quickly put down their weapons and retreated. The two soldiers who blocked her closed their eyes and prayed that this deity would not mind their slight disrespect, just as their captain had said.

Maginus wasn't a murderous maniac. Ignoring the numerous soldiers, she walked into the city. The residents passing by were very curious about this scene and wondered who this red-haired girl was.

They don't care about the kings of other countries, and may not even know what their own king looks like.

The news spread quickly. They had only gone halfway when a luxurious carriage, accompanied by soldiers, cleared a path, allowing all the surrounding residents to either return home or leave. A maid alighted from the carriage and bowed to Maginus.

"Your Majesty Queen Imperius, please aboard."

Without hesitation, she boarded the carriage. The beautiful and quiet maid stopped talking to Maginus and stood aside to await orders.

Releasing its life force, the carriage would take an hour or two to reach the palace. Maginos tapped the carriage wall: "Sit."

The maid did not refuse or show fear, and sat down opposite her. The two did not exchange any more words. Maginus could sense that although she appeared calm on the surface, she was actually quite panicked inside.

As time passed and everyone lost in their own thoughts, the carriage entered the palace. Immediately, other maids led her into the palace, and after several turns, they arrived at a study. She pushed open the door and entered, where a king and several legends were already waiting.

The Grey Eagle King was a handsome young man with a small mustache, his life force surging, and a trace of magic swirling within him. He stepped out from behind his desk, extended his arm towards Maginus, and smiled:

"Nice to meet you, Queen of Nesery."

"Hello, King of the Grey Eagle Duchy."

Since everyone opposite her treated her with courtesy, Maginos didn't put on airs either. She extended her hand to shake his, seemingly oblivious to the wary legends around her, and sat down in the chair prepared for her, ignoring them completely.

"Let's get straight to the point, Your Majesty Aquila. Where is the person you want me to save? Let's establish a foundation of trust between us first."

The gamble paid off; the information about Maginus was actually quite accurate.

Aquila, who had just sat down, clenched his fist. He had gathered a lot of information, from the invitation letter to the meeting, all of which were based on Maginus's personality, preferences and characteristics.

In essence, it all boils down to four words: "treat each other with sincerity." Maginus could sense Aquila's sincerity, so he naturally didn't mind saving one person first.

Chapter 687 Saving Lives and Healing the Wounded

"...Is it really necessary to be so nervous?"

Maginus, who had been invited to provide treatment, stood in a bedroom that was sealed off by layers of barriers and spells. The pungent smell in the air was clearly for disinfection, and there were many maids wearing heavy protective suits in the bedroom.

To her bewilderment, the legendary spellcasters behind her, after casting spells on themselves, also put on protective suits, while the legendary professionals with abundant vitality entered without any protection.

"You'll see for yourself."

Aigoo's eyes revealed sadness and anger. He dismissed the maids and pulled back the bed curtains.

What came into view was a beautiful noblewoman, lying motionless on the bed, her breathing almost nonexistent. Maginus's eyes narrowed slightly; to normal vision, large patches of decay appeared on her body.