Ashen Dragon Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Chapter 111: Divine Descendant and Heavenly Mountain Chapter 736: Chapter 111: Divine Descendant and Heavenly Mountain Thrace Kingdom to the north, the North Aisier Plain.

The terrain here is flat and fertile with dense vegetation, and the wide Logan River flows down from the snow mountains in the north, bringing rich moisture to the banks on both sides.

The North Aisier Plain was once considered the hinterland of the Empire of Fadlan, where the people lived in peace and prosperity.

But the good times did not last; after the dissolution of the Empire of Fadlan, numerous Aisier people were forced to leave their homeland and were swept into the brutal wars in the South, dying on the battlefields near the Holy City.

At the same time, the Ashen Empire from the extreme north steadily encroached, devouring the territory of Thrace Kingdom bit by bit. Unbeknownst to many, this place had already become the front line.

And it was at this critical juncture that Walter Graham was temporarily decreed by His Majesty Wilhelm as the “Duke of North Aisier,” entrusted with full authority over all affairs within his domain.

This made countless Thrace People drop their jaws, even questioning their own ears.

After all, only a few years ago, this very Duke Walter had led a rebellion, openly defying the rule of Thrace Kingdom, repelling the attacking Thrace Army several times, and even calling His Majesty Wilhelm a “Forgetter of Honour.”

But there were also those with keen eyes who could see that Thrace Kingdom had no way of dealing with the Divine Duke entrenched in the North and had long given up on suppressing the rebellion.

This so-called “award” was nothing more than adding some insignificant lands to Duke Walter's existing territory, effectively making him the barrier against the northern invasion for Thrace.

Nestled on the North Aisier Plain, boats of various sizes entered Collins City along the Logan River, creating a lively scene.

This city, known as “Lion City,” symbolizes the residents with the mighty lion, embodying the bravery, straightforwardness, and justice that have been the character of Collins People since ancient times.

And this is also the territory of “Duke of North Aisier” Walter Graham, the man who, leading the army of Collins, repelled the attacks from Thrace multiple times within this city.

At the entrance of Collins City stand several majestic stone lions, gazing down upon the newcomers from their vantage point, like the most loyal Guards.

And at the top of those towering city walls stands a distinctly unusual man, his expression solemn, like a marble sculpture.

He is tall, over two meters, his robust physique hardly concealed by the heavy silver armor.

His face is chiseled and resolute with the aura of a battle-hardened warrior, but what draws more attention is the pair of huge wings folded behind his back, giving him the air of a Celestial Race descended to the mortal world.

He is the newly appointed “Duke of North Aisier,” the Rebel of Thrace Kingdom, and the former Fadelan Judgment Knight–Walter Graham.

At this moment, Walter gazes into the distance, his golden pupils, still shining with the glory of the Sun God, exuding utmost seriousness.

“The Ashen Empire, huh…”

He murmurs to himself, voice low. During the era of the Fadlan Empire, he had once shot down Githyanki magic ships in the star realm, beheaded Devils in Aphernas, and even stood alone against a tide of demons on the Myriad Abyss Plains…

Logically, after experiencing all this, Walter Graham should have been fearless, unafraid of any challenge in this world.

But now, facing the Ashen Empire coming from the North, he felt somewhat anxious, even… afraid.

This was not only because of the formidable enemies from the North but also because of his uncertainty about the future.

–The Holy Fadlan Federation, his solid support, had collapsed with a bang; the Sun God who bestowed them strength had fallen into slumber, and his own strength had dwindled to less than 60% of its peak.

What made Walter even more disheartened, and in fact, desperate, was discovering that the old emperor's second son, who proclaimed himself “Thrace King,” Wilhelm, had completely abandoned Amanata and joined the dark forces.

Where would Fadlan go from here?

And where would he himself go?

Walter shakes his head with a bitter smile and sighs softly, “If Lord Alagon were to come back to life, to see his own son turning to evil, fighting for power, what would he feel?

I never expected that the once glorious Holy Fadlan would come to this.”

“Your Grace.”

A young Angel Divine Descendant descends gently onto the battlements, flapping his wings. He kneels before Walter, bowing his head respectfully.

“Speak, Ian, what is the situation with those cities?”

“Your Grace, the Rebels of Thrace have indeed honored the agreement, withdrawing all their garrisons. Now, cities like Millert, Darrende, and others are in a state of defenselessness.”

Walter laughs coldly, “Heh, that His Majesty Wilhelm has truly lived up to my expectations, as insidious and venomous as ever… No wonder he has thrown his lot in with Hell.”

Ian looks puzzled, “Isn't their withdrawal a good thing? Now we can integrate all the resources of North Aisier and engage in battle with those Rebels.”

Walter looks toward the rolling Cartapa Hills to the North and says somberly, “Don't you understand yet?

This means… the Ashen Empire is preparing to move South, and the degenerates of Thrace Kingdom want us to suffer mutual losses with the Ashen Empire, to buy them a chance to catch their breath.”

After reflecting for a moment, Ian is filled with indignation and rises, brandishing his sword.

“My lord, why should we fend off foreign enemies for these traitors who have sold their souls to the Devil? Now that you put it this way… we cannot take those cities!”

Chapter end

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