The empire was established in the fire of war, which can be seen from the ancient buildings left by the few remaining Montenegro. It was an era of war. The holy empire established by the forest trolls, Amani, and the demon Dusindore, established by the upper elves, were fighting for the dominance of the forest. The Anqira worm council was entrenched in the desert and wilderness, silently expanding its own tribe. The fierce bone-eating orcs were fighting for survival space inch by inch from the hands of the more fierce and powerful Draenor ogre, and all kinds of beast-type submen were all involved in this war. As for the black iron dwarves, although they were not in the world,

In order to protect the treasure house in the mountains that any race covets, they cruelly and resolutely will destroy any foreign race that has entered their territory, even the dwarf compatriots of other tribes... The civilizations established by these sub-human empires, whether in their scale, the foundation they possess, or the reserves of military power, magic, knowledge and materials are all several times or even dozens of times that of human power. The population base, growth cycle and fertility advantages of the human race. Even if they can be stronger than long-lived races such as elves and dwarves, they have no advantage compared to orcs and trolls, let alone the number of Amqira insects calculated in billions.

It can be said that the only advantage that the human race has is weakness and mediocrity.

That's right, it is precisely the "weakness" and "mediocrity" that should be weakness that have become the advantages of human beings. It is because they are weak enough that the major sub-human empires do not regard the silent development of human beings at all, and do not regard them as opponents. This gives the human beings enough breathing and development in secret. It is precisely because of "mediocrity" that human beings with no strengths humbly absorb every point of powerful power that can make themselves become. They mastered magic from the hands of the elves and learned from the hands of the dwarves.

Forging, learn architecture and hunting from trolls. Know how to fight from orcs... Compared with those subhuman teachers, what humans understand seems so rough and shallow. So when those subhuman civilizations know these behaviors of human beings, they just smile contemptuously, and even actively teach them more to human beings because of sympathy, because in their eyes, those human beings who cannot reach their own height even if they fight to the death, they do not pose any threat at all, they are just a joke.

It turns out they were all wrong...

When the billions of insect swarms launched by the Anqira Zerg pounced on every inch of land on the continent, treating every creature as an enemy and food to swallow it up, those subhuman civilizations had to join forces to fight this catastrophe. But there was no human race in this alliance. It was not because the human race was unwilling to fight, but because in the eyes of the initiators of the alliance, the power of the human race was simply dispensable.

Forbidden spell, blood-angry orcs, shaman masterpieces... The ultimate taboo weapons of major countries ultimately could not stop the vast number of insect swarms, but the final defeat was still the Anqira Zerg. The truth of history was deliberately hidden, but those confusing fragments seemed to reveal where the victory came from...

The God-Destroying Tool is the ultimate weapon for killing the gods cast by the twelve magic emperors, which can have the magical power to turn the tide and create miracles.

This period of history is blank, but the ending is unknown to everyone. After the war of insect disaster, humans who have accumulated strength formed an empire with eight heroes, and declared war on all the sub-human empires that suffered heavy losses in the insect disaster. Finally, after decades of bloody battles, they finally won the victory. They occupied the rich and beautiful Emerald Plain.

Montenegro is the first city established by the human empire. To be fair, the natural environment of this city is not very good, and it can even be said to be harsh in climate and scarce resources. As for the scenery, there is nothing else except the magnificent and majestic mountains.

But this heroic city, backed by the Mist Mountains, occupies an extremely important geographical location and is the gateway to the entire Emerald Plain. It is called a city. It is better to say that it is a military fortress. In fact, Montenegro was built in blood and fire. From the beginning of building the city walls, the workers who built the walls completed their work on the battlefield. The elf's arrows, the spears, the orcs' flying axes always flew by the workers' ears, and from time to time they would take away the lives of one or two workers. Sometimes when there was not enough mud and water, the workers would even bring in a few corpses nearby to use. This is also the reason why the ancient buildings in Montenegro always emitted blood light.

After the powerful enemy was either destroyed or exiled from afar, Montenegro had not been directly attacked for hundreds of years. The nobles of the imperial countries who were gradually degenerating the capital were not considered to move the capital, and chose another place with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate to establish a new prosperous imperial capital. But no one could do it, even the emperor of the empire. Because the oldest and most sacred laws of the empire clearly stipulated that Montenegro must be the eternal capital of the empire and must not change. Only one situation will shake its status, that is, the demise of the empire...

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Dorag Castle is a city built in the war in Montenegro. Even in the imperial capital Montenegro, where tall buildings are like forests and sandy fortresses, it is also a veritable legendary city. It is not because of its history or because of its building scale. There is only one reason why Dorag Castle becomes a legend, that is, the owner who lives here now... The Imperial Marshal, the Iron Wall of the Protective Country, the Royal Family Prince, and the Emerald Dragon Cavalry General Retuss, are living in this ancient castle.

The heavy and solid castle gate was pushed open from the outside. With the cold sound of steel friction, a tall warrior stepped in. The castle was dark, and there was no sign of the housekeeper or maid, quiet, as if there was no one there. Returning to the castle was the owner here, the dragon rider Rettuss. He was wearing a complete set of painted black full-body armor and a hideous facial armor on his face. The exposed part of his body seemed to be the only one with hard lip lines.

If you had just heard the rumors, I'm afraid no one would equate the dark demon in front of you with the iron murals of the empire. In fact, as the guardian of the empire, the undefeated war god, the living legend, the most romantic and powerful warrior, the Dragon Knight General... Prince Retuss, shrouded by countless halos, has been shrouded in mystery throughout his life. One of the most talked about is that so far, no one has been able to see the true appearance of this Dragon Knight General in public.

Not only are these basic information few people know about his appearance? His age? Not only are there any basic information. No one can even explain how strong his strength is, because for many years, no one has been able to force the Great Prince to pull out the sword around his waist. Although there is no evidence, it is generally believed that Marshal Retuss has already crossed the bottleneck of the fifth-level war king, and has even surpassed the sixth-level or even seventh-level threshold that no one can cross for a long time. But in addition, there is another completely opposite statement, that is, Retuss is not very terrible in his own strength. His invincible power almost all comes from his wife who has signed a blood contract with him, that is, the legendary dragon princess, the seventh-level jade dragon Isera.

Retuss, who was born in the royal family, seems to have been an alien since his youth. Legend has it that he voluntarily gave up the right to inherit the throne and rank. He was alone with a sword and hidden his name as an ordinary adventurer. This is how he met the dragon princess Isera. The love story between them has countless versions of the minstrels, and the only common point is that it is described as a unique love that transcends race. After experiencing countless ups and downs, one man and one dragon finally successfully combined, bringing a perfect end to the story.

Although the story is over, the legend continues...

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"well……"

After entering his home, the imperial god of war, who should have been favored by the God of Happiness, came a long and helpless sigh from under his armor.

Pa~~~!

The sound of the wine bottle breaking on the ground came over. Retouss looked in the sound and saw a woman in a long whale bone skirt stepping out of the darkness and walking towards herself. She was drunk and walked swaying as she walked, but her intoxicating eyes looked straight at her.

"How much wine did you drink?" Resertus's voice came from under the mask. It was a low but magnetic voice, not as majestic as imagined. It sounded unexpectedly nice.

"How much wine did you drink? Well...I don't remember..." The drunk lady shook her head and said with a faint smile: "Anyway, I have started drinking since you left, and before you finish drinking...you...you are back..."

The lady walked up to the Dragon Rider and stretched out her finger to hook the Dragon Rider's chin. This was undoubtedly a very frivolous and rude action, not to mention that the object was an extremely noble world noble. The Imperial Marshal, a prince with royal blood. But no one would think that there was anything wrong with this action. The reason was very simple. This woman was Retuss's wife, the seventh-level Jasper Dragon Isera.

With the help of his wife, Retusus became an unstoppable dragon cavalry general. After returning to the empire, he was soon entrusted with important tasks and was invincible in the battles throughout his life. However, in recent years, Retusus has rarely used the identity of a dragon cavalry general, and even his mount was replaced by ordinary horses and flying dragons. After giving birth to one son and two daughters, the emerald dragon Isera was active in social occasions in the imperial capital like an ordinary wealthy family, attending cocktail parties of all sizes. Over time, more and more people have begun to forget her true identity. It is often a long time before the contacts with her suddenly remembered the woman she had just talked about. It was actually a terrifying dragon that could destroy the capital.

Looking at his drunken wife, Retuss shook his head again and said in a deep voice: "You are drunk, go and rest..."

"I'm not drunk~~~!" Isera suddenly shouted loudly, interrupting Retusus and said, "I have been waiting for you, just to wait for you to come back, and wait for you to tell me the whereabouts of my daughter. Tell me, tell me that nothing happened to her, Maria... she will return to me soon..."

Speaking of the latter, this human-shaped dragon was already in a crying voice. The bloodlines of the high-wise dragon were connected, and if something happened to his direct blood relatives would know at the first time, no matter how far away they were. Looking at Isera, she obviously felt something was wrong, but she hoped that her husband could deceive him.

Although Retuss did not shake his head this time, he never spoke, allowing his wife to look at him with expectant eyes.

Is there anything else to say when you act like this? Is there a tear of despair in my misty eyes. After hysterically thrashing and venting her husband, she suddenly took two steps back, her facial features were distorted and ferocious. She pointed her finger at her husband's face and said, "I understand. You mean to kill my daughter and Maria, just because... because she is not your own daughter, because your blood is not flowing in her body~~~!"

Retusus trembled violently, and his face under the mask had become unknown, but in the end he didn't say a word and just stared at his wife silently.

Isera also felt a little regretful after speaking, but in the end she still had the upper hand. She removed Retusus' mask and continued to cry loudly: "I know, I know that I violated the sacred engagement and that I committed the betrayal of sorry for you, but Maria is innocent. Whoever calls you...who calls you is not a man at all!"

The dragon rider's black armored helmet rolled to the ground, and a fluttering red hair spilled out...
Chapter completed!