"Do you think that the Lions of King's Landing were the only ones who shed their last drop of blood for this land?"
"Go and see the Grand Duchy of Nyx!"
"Go and see the Kingdom of Lovanion!"
"Look around you! Look at the entire Middle-earth! Where are those nobles who didn't even leave behind their heritage?" Roland's series of questions made the young man confused.
"If you still consider yourself a noble descendant of Lagrande, then you should bring the people behind you back to this country! Instead of letting them continue to wander around in fear!" Roland said loudly.
"You..." The young man was suddenly speechless. The three words "Lagrande" seemed to weigh heavily on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Think about it carefully... If you don't agree with this country, I will expel you from the kingdom as the King of Lagran! After that, if you want to fight... then fight! I'm waiting for your reply!" Roland glanced at the troops under the city and turned away. Among the crowd under the city, some tall knights on war horses stood out in the crowd, like a breath of fresh air among the refugees!
"I never thought that the Junlin family, which is almost extinct, can still afford to support a small team of Junlin knights..." Roland sighed.
"That's normal. Even though the Grand Duchy of Nyx was destroyed, I still managed to maintain dozens of Cross Bauhinia Knights. Although the Grand Duke of Junlin didn't establish a country, his accumulation was no less than our Nyx. It's normal for him to have accumulated some knights over the years." Nyx rolled his eyes at Roland and sighed. After all, even the most impoverished Grand Duke could still maintain a large number of followers and subjects. Even without a professional training camp, there would still be lucky people who stood out from the huge population base.
"The King's Knights are really good, and the fighting skills they inherited are quite interesting!" Omsk did not hesitate to praise.
"Indeed! The Knights of the King's Landing are very strong!" Caslo also interrupted.
"But Your Highness, if you try to recreate the glory of the Knights of the King's Landing through these knights... it's almost impossible..." Yun Feng suddenly said. Obviously, he was smart and immediately understood Roland's idea.
"What?" Roland was hit by lightning and was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Does this mean that the Knights of the King's Landing are really extinct?
"That's normal. They no longer have any high-level inheritances... The remaining mid-level and low-level ones are enough, but they are not enough to recreate the reigning lion..." Omsk said with deep understanding.
"..." Roland looked at the two of them in confusion.
"Let me put it this way. Their current combat skills are basically learned through oral instruction from the old knights. Most of the inherited items should have been lost. What's more, some secret skills can only be taught by high-level knights, but I don't feel the breath of a fourth-level knight or above..." Omsk's ruthless cold water came pouring down.
"Ouch..." Roland was heartbroken. What a waste! The Sovereign Knights were only a notch below the Royal Knights. The last time I saw the price of a Sovereign Knight in the mall... 10,000 treasures for one! This is fucking money grabbing!
"Your Highness, just accept your fate. It's good enough to have it." Yun Feng comforted him calmly.
Looking at Yun Feng's calm face, Roland's heart... ached even more.
"You humans are just playing with flowers..." Vanerwe was confused by the various knight orders that this group of people talked about. As an elf, he knew very little about human knights and the history of Lagran, and he had never even dealt with humans before.
"Your Highness, they have someone coming." Suddenly, a soldier on alert came running to report.
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"Have you figured it out?" Roland looked calmly at the young man standing not far from the city.
"Are you able to accept us... We have been displaced for a long time, and we don't want to wander anymore! I would rather the glory of King's Landing fall than let these people who follow me suffer anymore. I don't want to live in hiding from orcs and monsters every day. I don't want us to run around every day for the next meal..." the young man said in a low voice.
"How many of you are there..." Roland was silent for a moment and then spoke.
"More than 6,000 people...many elderly people died during the migration." The young man recalled for a moment and spoke slowly.
"Although life may be a little tight, the supplies should be able to last until the autumn harvest... There's still time, we can plant some beans!" Roland thought for a moment and replied.
"You can join, but you must abide by the laws of the kingdom. If you have thought it through, then come in!" Roland gestured to the city gate below. There was a gap there, just wide enough for one person to pass through. Behind the city stood groups of royal guards forming a shield wall.
"We are willing to return to the kingdom, but we need to enjoy the treatment of citizens of the kingdom!" The young man said a little awkwardly. He was trying to get the best treatment for the people who followed him.
"Of course, everyone in Lagran is equal! Our souls are all noble and free! I swear to the Dragon God on my honor as king!" Roland said firmly.
"Okay! I'll organize everyone to enter the city right away! I hope you can prepare some food for the elderly and children." The young man stood at the foot of the city and looked at Roland with some uneasiness.
"No problem." Roland felt a pang of pain in his nose as he looked at the skinny refugee.
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"Is it solved?" Van Erwei said in surprise. The two groups of people who were obviously aggressive put down their guard and merged together after just a few words. This had to shock Van Erwei.
"Because they are also descendants of Lagrang! Just like the Turin believed by the dwarves and the goddess believed by the elves, the three words Lagrang are the spiritual home of the Lagrang people." Yun Feng sighed. He stood on the city wall with satisfaction and looked at the orderly team entering the city below.
"That's great. I was really scared just now." Nyx stomped her feet while holding the elf dragon.
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"Welcome! Lion of Junlin! I'm glad you made the right choice and did not bring shame to that emblem." Roland, Kaslo and Omsk came to greet them outside the city gate.
"It's not my choice, but I don't want the people our ancestors fought so hard to protect to lose this hard-earned hope. What's more, I want to see what's worth sacrificing our family for in this country where our ancestors shed their blood." The young man looked at Roland defiantly.
"Because... they have been here! They fought for this land, sang for this land! They protected this land, and also... sacrificed for this land!" Roland stared into his eyes and spoke word by word.
"I'm glad to see the coat of arms of the King's Landing family again. I hope that one day you can also carry the banner of the Duke of the Lion of King's Landing like your ancestors! The lost glory! We need to find it ourselves! This is not my country alone! It belongs to all the people of Raglan!" Roland turned around and pointed at the fluttering red flag with a golden dragon and said excitedly.
"I will! I will use my sword to plow the land! The lion... has never fallen! The king's reign... has never disappeared!" The young man lowered his head and quickly raised it again, his eyes emitting a terrifying light like a lion.
