Rise In Calradia

"It's this again..."

Byron opened his eyes and saw not the roof of his camp, but the strange sight.

The towering castle is still standing, and he is still walking in the garden. Only this time, the blooming flowers have changed a bit, and it seems that the time has changed.

Byron sat for a while, hoping to go straight back. But after a while, only a slight breeze passed by, and he was still sitting on the bench in the pavilion. Even the soldiers from last time did not appear this time.

Byron stood up helplessly and began to stroll in the garden. This time, he didn't walk for too long. The sound of footsteps disrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw a young woman.

She is so beautiful, even Byron can't help but marvel at it. Her face was like a white pearl, and her eyes shone like brilliant gems. Her hair color reminded Byron of his wife, and the charm made him feel as if he saw Nelda beckoning to her to welcome her home.

"Nelda..."

Byron couldn’t help but utter his wife’s name, but then he regretted it because the other’s temperament was obviously inconsistent with his Nelda. It was a familiar feeling. Although he could not tell, it was definitely not his lover. The kind that was brought to him.

But at this moment, the other party suddenly turned her head, her eyes were facing Byron, and a strange feeling instantly spread all over Byron's body. He saw that the other party had grown up with his mouth, his body trembled, and tears rolled in his eyes. It's amazing, it's obviously separated by a certain distance, but the two sides can clearly see every detail of each other's body. Byron stood there for a while, but the other party ran toward him without hesitation. She was so urgent at this time that she ignored her appearance. The beautiful gold-rimmed dress would trip her from time to time, but this did not slow her down.

Byron hadn't figured out what was going on at all, just saw her getting closer and closer to him. But before he could say anything, in the next second, his camp was in front of him again.

"How is this dream like a serial drama."

When Byron woke up, he rubbed his head, feeling bad. Because it was different from the last time, he remembered very clearly before waking up, that **** guy whispered in his ear again.

[I can let you see something, but trust me, Byron, it’s not a good intention. After all, proper spoilers will confuse you, but make my followers happy...at least I think so. 】

"Damn Banyue Wenqing, a guy who considers himself a god, what the **** is he." Byron is very disgusted with the existence of a god, even though the other party has resurrected himself once, but it just makes him feel more in the palm of the other party. A piece of chess, or a white mouse in a laboratory cage. But he never spends time thinking about these issues. After all, his own ideas are really meaningless in the face of that kind of thing.

At the moment, he is most concerned about the war with Salander.

The army fulfilled the agreement and retreated from Sharizi with the whole car of gold and silver jewelry. When they rested last night, they had entered the territory of Byron. The losses in this battle were not small, but the gains were substantial. In addition to the protection fees that the Sharizi people were forced to pay, the towns and villages of Sarand along the way also offered them tributes and supplies, lest Byron and his allies could not bear to looting the villages and towns.

The west and east of Salander are completely two environments. Only scattered oases in the desert in the east can be used for survival, and large-scale settlements on both sides of the river can support the development of large-scale settlements. But on the green plains in the west, agriculture is prosperous and commerce is prosperous. Dinar flows in every trade road. All kinds of materials and commodities are very abundant. Villages and towns are naturally rich and rich. Just hit it. Can squeeze oil and water far beyond imagination. The leaders of the coalition army filled the box with dinars, the big head was divided equally between Byron and Craggs, and the small head was given to the other nobles. The soldiers of the coalition army ranged from making a fortune to making a small profit. As long as those who can survive, they must have accumulated a lot of dinars in this war. So the soldiers on the way back from the army were quite satisfied, and they all thought it was a cost-effective journey.

But the fatigue of the long-distance attack gradually appeared at this time, especially when their pockets were full of silver coins, and their desire for food, wine, and women emerged. When Byron came out of the tent and put on his coat for a round tour, he found that even the soldiers under his own troops were talking endlessly about how to "relax" afterwards. Some of them even had homes. Room.

This made Byron a little worried, but it was impossible to ignore the emotions of these soldiers. So he found Earl Craggs and talked about it with the satisfied old man.

Originally, Earl Craggs and Byron received a huge sum of 80,000 dinars after dividing the protection money paid by Sharez, and the rest also filled the stomachs of the noble lords who sent troops and the entire army. , Earl Craggs hadn't felt satisfied yet, but Byron just came over to pour cold water on him at this moment.

But uncomfortable and uncomfortable, what Byron said is also reasonable, the situation of the army now is like a loss of fighting spirit. When tired soldiers enter the city, they will become a group of beasts that are so large that no hunter can deal with it. The community ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ nearly 6,000 disturbed soldiers can completely overwhelm the order of Amila, who has not fully recovered from the earthquake. Especially with the large number of Swadia foreign aid troops, the locals would not have any opinion on the soldiers of the Byron regiment.

Byron had worked as mercenaries, and he knew exactly what those soldiers would do. The peony mercenaries once made a reputation in many places. After drinking too much, the drunkard who had a fight with the woman, the **** ghost who needed him to wipe his buttocks to make a bunch of mess with women, and the gambling with the locals and losing all the money. The gambling ghosts, these little ghosts gave him a headache every day, but at least it was someone else's territory. He just patted his **** and left. At most, the local people and the official lords were itchy. But now, he doesn't want these messy things to appear in his territory, otherwise, after the reinforcements are gone, he may have to spend a few months to solve the mess left by the police.

In addition, the news that Sultan Hakim put down the slave rebellion had reached him, and he knew very well that Sultan Hakim would not easily give up the western expedition. There are still thousands of soldiers in Sharizili, and the loss of his army is less than 20%. He still has to face the huge eastern threat. Before the opponent arrives, he must be prepared.

And this kind of preparation is naturally not capable of a troop with a confused mind.