Reckless Through The New World

"What... what's going on?"

"where it goes?"

"My God!"

The capital of Thrace, which used to be the palace of the Prince of Galloping Horse, was surrounded by a large group of people, all of them stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

It's fine if the person is gone, but why is it missing a royal mansion?

However, no matter how much you wonder, the truth is in front of you.

The Prince Benma's Mansion, along with everyone in it, disappeared.

"What?!" Alan Weiner, the Minister of State, who got the news, almost jumped up, even if he had become a undead, he couldn't calm down in the face of the news, "Aren't you awake yet!"

The guard who reported the news shivered under the might of the legendary powerhouse, but repeated the news.

Alan Weina stayed for a while and hurried to the Prince's Mansion, but he couldn't find more information than others.

There are obvious traces of magic on the ruins of the Prince's Palace (assuming that the empty ground is considered a "ruins"). There is no doubt that it should have been teleported away by magic. But... what kind of magic can transport such a large mansion along with everyone in the mansion?

Is there such a thing as magic?

Alan Weiner was silent for a while, and ordered to contact the contemporary legendary spellcasters and ask them to help investigate.

Although Jon Thrace was not a very important person, he still had to be tracked down when he disappeared with the mansion.

Unlike Alan Weiner, some people were not only surprised, but more angry when they got the news.

They have long planned to use the identity of Prince Jon to sing a big show. Now that the stage is set up, the other actors are already in place, but Prince Jon, who is the main character, is gone.

what should I do now?

Strictly speaking, the war between Thrace and the steppe could not really fail—not to mention that the steppe coalition army only had 200,000 people from a few races this time, even the super-large steppe army in history, Never been able to attack Thrace.

The farming people may not have the strength to invade the grasslands, but they are actually very good at defense.

Moreover, although the Storm Legion, the strongest offensive in Thrace, is no longer there, the Mountain Legion, the strongest defense, is still there. With the mountain army as the core, forming a defense force can completely stop the grassland coalition.

As long as this war is delayed, one side will have a steady stream of logistical supplies, while the other side can only rely on mountains and water, and the outcome will be clear at a glance.

Therefore, no matter whether it was Thrace or the steppe, no one thought about the possibility of the allied army of the steppe conquering Thrace. The idea of ​​the Iron-toothed Shaman was only to force Thrace to make political concessions through pressure from the Allied Forces of the Steppe.

But... in making political concessions, there is always an opportunity to make concessions!

Without the "opportunity" of Prince Yorn, who is both an orc and a Thracian royal family, how could the Thracians make concessions?

Losing money, losing food, and at most ceding some more land, that's hell.

Is this what those careerists want?

Perhaps for the soldiers of the grassland coalition, this result is not bad - at least the problem of food shortage has been solved. But for those leaders, for the patriarchs of the ligers and tigers, and for the great nobles who encouraged and supported Prince Jon... For them, such a result would be a total failure!

That's not what they want!

Therefore, when Lion clan elder Ryan and tiger clan elder Galades got the news, they were almost mad.

Galades, who always liked to pretend to be a scholar, could no longer maintain his disguise. He jumped up with a roar, and almost killed the soldier who reported the message. Old Ryan rolled his eyes and fainted.

A few hours later, the two patriarchs sat together and drank sullenly.

"What should I do?" Old Ryan asked, "How to solve this situation now?"

"There is no good way, I can only bite the bullet and hold on first." Galades said with a bitter face, "It is absolutely impossible to withdraw the troops now, we have not been able to get enough benefits, and the soldiers will not be convinced. "

"But if you don't withdraw, are you still spending time here?" Old Ryan shook his head. "Let's explain, the position opposite... Anyway, I definitely won't let the soldiers rush!"

"Me too, there are no elephants, cattle... or at least the horses to charge. We can't attack such a position." Galades said, "Now we can only retreat. Get in touch with those people and see if you can get some Thracian reparations."

"indemnity?"

"Well, let them send out the rations, and we can tell the soldiers that the food has been grabbed."

"Will they come out?"

Galades was silent, he drank two glasses of wine sullenly, and then sighed: "It's hard to say."

"... Orcs still want us to provide food?" In a secret conference room that used magic to isolate the news, several big nobles rolled their eyes, "Have they not seen the situation clearly?"

"If Jon is here, we can ask Jon to come forward and coordinate this matter. Now that Jon is not here, who will talk?" a big noble said coldly, "Don't give them food, even if it is to let them lighten up. It's a shame to go away easily! Anyway, I will never lose face!"

"Me too." Another great noble said, "We can't agree to such a humiliating condition, so we actually only have one choice now, which is to fight."

"That's right! Anyway, it's not necessarily the dead in our family who are in the war. Even if they are dead, they don't actually die much. Our reputation is much more important than this!"

"But...if you choose to fight, what if the orcs tell the truth?" a younger noble asked worriedly.

"The truth?" Everyone laughed, "Where is the 'truth'?"

"what?"

"Prince Jon is gone. He is the middleman for our contact. Even if we can find some information, it is the information we have contacted with Prince Jon - now there is no evidence!"

"Yeah, have you contacted the grasslands directly? Anyway, I didn't."

"I do not have either."

"Who would do such a stupid thing!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The big nobles laughed and laughed, and everyone felt more relaxed.

If there is no evidence, then there is no such thing. Since there is no such thing, then what everyone has to do is actually similar to that of other nobles.

"Then, after everyone goes back, let's prepare for sending troops." The leading noble said with a smile, "We will take the lead in proposing a plan to send troops at the noble meeting tomorrow. It is best to take advantage of those orcs still in Threi. In Sri Lanka, copy a few breads and kill them all... In any case, we have to gain something."