For Sutton VII, everything happened too fast.

For some reason, the overlapping and unfolding magic array reminded him of the flowers blooming in the palace garden.

Refined and elegant.

The difference is that ornamental flowers don’t kill people.

Lightning and fireworks fell from the sky like a waterfall. The dazzling light spread from far to near, engulfing the charging cavalry regiment, leaving them no chance to even scream.

The most relied upon elite troops of the Sutton royal family were reduced to ashes one after another.

After a brief trance, under the influence of surging adrenaline, Sutton VII began to try to save himself.

First I activated the transmission, but there was no response.

The grenades fired even contained anti-teleportation magic.

At this moment, Sutton VII finally realized that everything had been prepared by the North long ago.

A carefully planned attack, a fortress where all members escaped by teleportation, a grenade shell that was successfully obtained, and an unknown wizard encountered in the Soul Ascender’s Sanctuary…

I am like a puppet, performing every planned movement under the control of the puppeteer.

He turned his horse to leave, but the panicked horse had already lost control, and there was no room to turn around in the chaotic and crowded battle group.

Seeing the light curtain of thunder and fire getting closer and closer, Sutton VII gave up struggling. He patted his loyal mount, sighed, and greeted his own end.

Dense spells bombarded the armor, and the scorching temperature penetrated the protection, bringing a sharp stinging sensation.

Even the most advanced armor cannot completely block magic of this magnitude.

The electric current passed through the adamantium outer armor and the mithril lining and reached directly into the body, causing the muscles to inevitably spasm and twitch, followed by severe tinnitus, narrowed vision, and gradually blurred consciousness.

Along with the feeling of suffocation, Sutton VII seemed to vaguely see his childhood self.

If he had not developed the obsession of becoming a great king at that time, would everything be different?

No one could answer this question. The last of his consciousness gradually faded away, and he and his horse fell to the ground…

……

After an unknown amount of time, Sutton VII woke up with a severe headache.

Because the helmet had been damaged, the gap originally used for observation was squeezed and the outside world could not be seen clearly.

what’s the situation?
Am I still alive?

He wanted to figure out what was going on, but his whole body seemed to be tied up and he couldn’t move.

At this moment, he heard a powerful voice coming from outside.

“Young alien!”

A visitor from another world? What is that?
Wait, why does it sound like those novels on the Internet, where a down-and-out wizard travels to another dimension and accidentally discovers that magic in this dimension is still in its infancy, and then he easily becomes a god of magic and enjoys the admiration of all dimensions.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, as a former prince and most likely a former king, he did like to read this kind of novel secretly.

I imagine my own path to becoming a wise ruler would be as easy and smooth as in the story.

The voice continued, “I sense the regret in your soul. Now, I give you a chance to choose your own destiny. Become an ordinary person and live a happy life; or become a prince and walk the difficult road of becoming a king in the turbulent palace!”

It seems that I have really come to another dimension. This voice must come from a god from another world.

A happy and fulfilling life as an ordinary person, or a difficult and dangerous road to becoming a king…

After a brief hesitation, Sutton VII made up his mind.

If you can’t make up for the regrets, then what’s the point of traveling through time.

“I want to walk the path of the king again! I want to become the greatest king! Give me a dangerous fate!”

He shouted with all his might.

However, nothing happened.

What about choosing your destiny?
Shouldn’t I then see a white light and be reborn? That’s how the story goes.

No, if I were already dead, why would I still feel pain all over my body?

Thinking back on the time he had been deceived, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

It’s the feeling of “the big fool has already stepped into the pit, and then he remembers whether he has stepped into the pit.”

Sure enough, after a brief silence, he heard a burst of shrill laughter.

“Hahaha! ‘Give me a dangerous fate!’ Hahahaha!”

Although the tone was different, Sutton VII was very sure that this was the powerful voice that he regarded as that of a god from another world.

“I said he would still choose the prince. It’s hard to make people remember. You lose, so pay up.”

After hearing this, Sutton VII understood everything.

He was now like a jester in the palace, the source of laughter in other people’s entertainment and gambling.

What’s even more tragic is that the Fool knew he was acting; he just didn’t know it just now, and it was all genuine emotion.

“boring.”

“Hey, you can’t just say you’re bored just because you lost. Who was it that just now swore so confidently that he would never choose a prince in his next life after being so miserable? Hurry up and pay.”

“Here you go! Go to sleep with the gold coin!”

“thank you for your blessing.”

Sutton VII knew, no, should be said to be very familiar with another voice, coming from his sister, Figgins, the tomboy who had been unpopular since childhood.

But now he is a defeated general, and the opponent no longer has any power to stop her from becoming the king of Sutton.

He felt his helmet being shaken, probably trying to remove the deformed helmet.

He closed his eyes in despair, not wanting to face the cruel reality.

Being defeated like a fool was already humiliating enough, but he was fooled a second time when he was captured.

It’s better to die.

After some operation, the helmet was pulled off.

Although his eyes were tightly closed, he could still feel the light shining on him. The strong light passed through his eyelids and formed an orange-red color.

“Hey, what are you doing? Are you blind? Why don’t you open your eyes and see? Why are you pretending to be blind? Look in my eyes!”

Running away won’t change anything.

Sutton VII opened his eyes helplessly, and the illumination magic lit up the night sky. There were large pieces of wreckage all around him, and the soldiers who had charged with him had turned into charcoal that could no longer be distinguished from flesh and blood.

The air was still filled with traces of spell bombing. Elements of different colors, either condensed into balls or dispersed as mist, floated in the battlefield full of corpses, like lost elemental elves or dreams woven by nebulas.

Why is there a strange beauty after destruction?

Perhaps the same can be said for Sutton’s future.

Although I do not agree with Figesin’s ideas, I have to admit that she represents the more advanced side because the facts are there.

A side that can lead Sutton to better development.

But whether Sutton was still Sutton at that time had nothing to do with him.

Sutton VII looked into the distance again. There were the infantry and other extraordinary people he brought with him.

Those people did not turn into charcoal fragments on the ground, but were fixed in place by neatly arranged control spells.

It seems that the North did not kill them all, and the spells they released were not all damaging.

Soldiers from the North are taking the controlled legions away in batches, and what awaits them is a fulfilling life as a prisoner of war.

This is good news for Sutton VII. Most of those people have followed the family for many years and are loyal. Being arrested is a good ending compared to dying in unclear circumstances.

Finally, he looked at the person he was most reluctant to face. In front of him, there was a man and a dragon. The dragon was naturally Drogo.

He never thought that an ancient red dragon of such a high status would look so mean and mean when viewed up close.

I really want to punch this dragon face, but unfortunately I can’t do it because he is completely exhausted now.

And even if he hit him, the result would be a comminuted fracture of his hand, and Drogo would be fine.

A feeling of powerlessness, a deep feeling of powerlessness.

He was actually played by a dragon.

On the side was Figosin, who was wearing full armor but no helmet. He had his hands on the hilt of the long sword at his waist. The sword was hung on one side of his belt and the gun was on the other side. It was a very northern style equipment.

She was looking down at him with an expressionless face.

Sutton VII could sense the disdain in those eyes.

“Why am I still alive?” This was the first question he asked.

“We need you alive, for now,” Figosin replied coldly, “thank you for your armor, which is several levels better than the other soldiers’. It allows us to find a spell to eliminate the other cavalry without killing you as well.”

As a member of the royal family, Figosin is well aware of the protection level of the King’s Armor passed down from generation to generation, and provides valuable data to the Kings of the Deep Research Institute.

King Sutton VII wanted to ask what he needed to be alive for, but then he thought, what’s the point of asking? He would know sooner or later.

So, in a very low voice, with infinite reluctance, he said: “I surrender.”

“You’ve really made me so confused. It seems like there’s nothing you can do if I don’t surrender. Pack up and take it away!”

This was said by Drogo.

……

Sutton VII spent the next few days in prison.

The conditions in the cell were neither good nor bad.

It was a single room with a hard bed, a toilet, a small table, a narrow window covered with railings, and a magical little pool from which water would flow when a switch was turned on.

It is not as good as the conditions where nobles are actually imprisoned, but it is far better than the dark dungeon of revenge.

He was intrigued by the small pool and the guard who was watching over it called the switch “the tap.”

A faucet that sprays water, what a vivid name.

According to the guards, this faucet is a common thing in Waterdeep and is not uncommon in the North. It is currently being installed in Castle Dron.

From these inconspicuous gadgets, Sutton VII realized how far ahead of him they were.

Not just war, but every aspect of life.

The royal city was going to install magic power lines a few years ago, but due to ownership issues of various plots of land in the royal city, this matter has been delayed until now.

Imprisoned with him were the senior generals of the Royal Army.

Except for the cavalry commander, not even a piece of his body was left.

During this period of time, he watched these generals being taken away one after another, never returning, and he didn’t know whether they were dead or alive.

The guards in the cell were not talkative, perhaps they just didn’t like talking to these “backward elements who needed education.”

That’s what the guards called them.

It is impossible to get any useful information from these young people who are still children two years ago.

They may not be that smart, but they definitely enforce all disciplines strictly.

I won’t say a word if I’m not allowed to.

King Sutton VII had never seen soldiers who could enforce discipline so strictly, not even the elite of the royal legion could do it.

How did Figesin do it?
Now thinking back, there were rumors that the Northern Legion was a machine, or that they were brainwashed by mental magic.

I totally understand how these rumors came about.

No one who sees it can understand it.

Finally, after a long wait, one day, on a morning like any other, a different person came to the door of the cell.

He was the only one left in the cell; all the other generals had left.

“The commander wants to see you.”

“it is good.”

Because he knew that this day would come sooner or later, he was not too panicked.

Follow all the way to where Figesin is.

On the way, he was always thinking about his draft.

Since he had nothing to do while in prison, he conceived an impassioned speech.

Prepare to give a speech in front of Figgins, anger her, and then go to death calmly.

In that way, even though I’m still a loser, at least I can leave behind a reputation of being dignified.

“Report, the person has been brought here!”

“Enter.”

Sutton VII saw Figesin’s office, which looked nothing like what a king should have. It was just an ordinary room, a little spacious at best.

There were two maps on the wall, one of Flynn and one of Sutton.

The one in Sutton has filled the entire north with red.

He also circled some cities in red to form a route that led directly to the royal city.

Obviously, this is where they’re going to take over next.

Figgin was writing something at his desk and didn’t look up at him.

During this time, Sutton VII tried to build up his emotions. He wanted to ensure that his farewell would be heroic, dignified, and memorable.

After thinking for half a minute, he felt that he was in a very good state, achieving a delicate balance between anger and rationality, which was the best time to give an emotional speech.

However, when I tried to speak, it felt like something was blocking my mouth and I couldn’t make any sound.

There was no magic that silenced him, it was just that another timid and cowardly him covered the mouth of the brave and angry him.

When people are dying, they really want to live.

At this moment, Drogo also came in and noticed something unusual about King Sutton VII.

“Hey, what are you doing? Are you angry with yourself? Your heart is beating fast and your face is flushed…”

Drogo’s style of speaking remained the same as always. “Let me guess. You prepared a great speech, hoping to give yourself a classic scene of a calm death, but now that the moment has come, you dare not say it?”

Real damage is often the most real damage.

Sutton VII almost couldn’t catch his breath.

He couldn’t understand why the red dragon had to have a mouth.

“Okay, let’s get down to business.” Figxin raised his head and put the documents aside.

“The current situation is this. We are fully prepared to march south. Considering that there are still a few nobles in the south who loyally support the old system of Sutton and may offer meaningless resistance, in order to reduce unnecessary civilian casualties, we hope that you, the representative of the old system of Sutton, will serve as our envoy and go to the cities along this route to persuade them to surrender.”

“You mean, you want me to persuade those who originally supported me to surrender?” Sutton VII had never heard of such an absurd approach.

“What, do you have any opinion?”

At this moment, Sutton VII realized that he had never been brave and indignant, and had always been timid and cowardly.

“Okay.” He replied. (End of this chapter)