Chapter 286: Pendor

The Continent of Pendor.

White Deer Castle, located on the eastern border of the Ravenstern Kingdom, was the territory of Lord Montwo, and it was already extremely close to the edge of the Noldor Forest.

The founding of White Deer Castle might have been to strengthen contact with the Elves. After all, the first king of the Pendor Kingdom, King Kavala, possessed half-Elven blood, and they could even be called close relatives.

However, time passed and things changed. The Kingdom of Pendor had now fallen apart, and this castle had become an outpost for the Ravenstern Kingdom to monitor the Elves, and it could also become a bridgehead for attacking the forest in the future.

Autumn. It was a dark and windy night, and one couldn't even see the stars in the sky. Several teams of well-equipped Elven armies swarmed out of the forest, taking advantage of the cool autumn wind.

Their marching speed was so fast that they arrived at the city walls before the defenders of White Deer Castle could make any response, putting on a posture of being about to attack the city. Elite Elven cavalry patrolled around the castle continuously.

This was to tell everyone that they had blockaded this place, and not even a bird could think of leaving.

In the team with bright armor and high morale, silver flags fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a golden griffin standing and roaring.

Then, Allen, in silver-white armor, came to the city gate accompanied by Risadilan. Before the official call, he glanced at the family crest hanging on the city gate.

It was a purple flag with three golden keys crossed together, representing Lord Montwo's family.

"Listen, those inside! I, Allen, a direct blood relative of the ancient Pendor royal family, declare in the name of King Kavala that the Ravenstern Kingdom is a rebel army. Your so-called King Ulric I is a usurper of the country. His father, grandfather, all the way to the shameless Duke of Ravenstern, Alfred, are all usurpers.

Now, I, as the King of Pendor and Lord of the Silver Throne, order you to surrender before dawn. Then all the past will be forgiven. If you refuse, then only blood and fire will greet you!!"

Allen's clear voice, accompanied by the breeze, spread over the sky of White Deer Castle. The defenders on the city wall looked at each other in dismay. Most of them didn't know what the person in front of them was talking about at all. The Kingdom of Pendor had been gone for nearly two hundred years.

Only the thirty-one-year-old Lord Montwo and the scholar beside him understood the meaning behind these words. Under the illumination of the firelight, the two looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

Regardless of whether the opponent was a blood relative of the Pendor royal family or had enough ruling claims to declare the entire Pendor continent.

But this Elven army in front of them had truly surrounded White Deer Castle. Once the negotiations between the two sides failed, the small number of defenders in the castle could not stop the Elves' blades and arrows.

The number of this Elven army was simply too large, too large. Montwo's mind even had the thought that the Elves had come out in full force because they wanted to take revenge on the Ravenstern Kingdom.

No, they were going to invade the Ravenstern Kingdom, but in the way of suppressing rebellion.

The most critical thing was that most of the Ravenstern Kingdom's army was stationed at the Seven Forks Fortress under the leadership of Ulric, confronting the Empire. There might not even be anyone coming to help.

It had to be said that this person who called himself the King of Pendor chose an excellent time to conquer the so-called "rebel army."

Even if Ulric led the army to arrive in time, it was estimated that they would not be able to beat this Elven army with such a prosperous military appearance. I am afraid they could only rely on enough depth to delay and wait for other forces to enter the field.

Because almost all human forces had no good feelings for the Noldor Elves, which was also the main reason why the opponent had been hiding in the depths of the forest.

However, no matter how things developed, as long as a battle occurred, then White Deer Castle would definitely be reduced to ruins.

On the cool autumn night, cold sweat had already soaked Lord Montwo's clothes. His thoughts were extremely chaotic, and he didn't know how to choose for a while.

If the opponent was a raider from Gatu, or an army from the Ravenstern Kingdom, then Lord Montwo would have no choice. For the sake of the family's reputation and the honor he insisted on, he would only have to fight to the death, and then be captured and have the family pay a ransom to get him out. This was the only way to go.

But the opponent came in the name of the Pendor royal family and promised that all the past would be forgiven, which gave him a little bit of room for choice.

Because two hundred years ago, Lord Montwo's family was also a vassal of the Pendor royal family. At that time, members of the royal family suffered from the plague and suffered heavy casualties within three months, and they were unable to effectively manage the kingdom.

What was fatal was that the Kingdom of Pendor was in dire straits at that time.

In the North, Ravenstern issued a request for help because of the large-scale invasion of the Misty Mountains, but the kingdom did not support it because of the "Blood Plague." These lords guarding the North believed that they had been betrayed and then independently declared independence.

In the West, the pirates of Vanskerry seized the opportunity to occupy the coastal areas of the Panda Continent and established the country of Fierdsvain, which belonged to the raiders.

In the South, the vanguard of the Baccan Empire had invaded the Panda Continent by warship. The lords threatened by foreign enemies, for various reasons, finally followed Duke Alfred of Ravenstern, who was powerful and willing to take the lead.

Countless moving but helpless and despicable stories happened in between. To summarize in one sentence, it was nothing more than the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

Finally, the griffin flag fell into the dust, and the ravenstern flag stood in the wind. In the simple values of the Pendor continent, this was indeed undoubtedly equivalent to rebellion.

Now, the person in front of him told everyone in White Deer Castle grandly, your king is back, and he brought thousands of Elven armies to conquer the rebels!!

This was telling everyone, if you don't surrender, you will die, because no king will tolerate traitors living, even if you pay a ransom, it won't work!!!

Silence was the main theme at this time. Only the "crackling" sound of the torches burning plucked at people's uneasy heartstrings.

Facing the threat of blood and fire, almost all the defenders of White Deer Castle were looking at their lord. The expressions on their faces were hopeful, firm, and filled with irrepressible fear and panic.

Allen under the city wall was not in a hurry, and he also knew that such things could not be rushed. What he wanted was conquest, not destruction.

Rushing into the castle to kill, and then lighting a fire to burn this place into ruins, was very simple for Allen now.

It was just that he didn't want to do that. Destruction couldn't solve any problems. A huge empire always needed people to manage it. This place was not like Calradia. His origin here could be called noble but very humble, and he didn't have the support of his family.

Then, striving for the defection of other nobles was an unavoidable thing. Allen didn't have enough time to cultivate a base, and Elves were not suitable as human lords.

More importantly, this continent had gods, and corresponding to them were demons. Destruction without any scruples would likely attract even more unscrupulous evil.

At least it was like this in the Pendor continent. For example, Aigremont, the 【Devourer】 who symbolized disaster.

Allen didn't want to face this fellow who summoned low-level demons at the beginning. He hoped that Lord Montwo could be as sensible as his ancestors two hundred years ago and choose to pledge allegiance to him when there was no way out.

Therefore, Allen was willing to leave some time for the other party, and at the same time, sort out his fantasy journey in the Pendor continent during this period of time.

Ever since the Dwarves reclaimed Mount Gundabad, Rhovanion had entered a relatively peaceful state. Even Sauron, whom Allen had been guarding against, seemed to have accepted his fate and rarely caused any trouble.

Then, Allen spent most of his time on government affairs, because Yamila was pregnant again, and most of the affairs needed him to deliberate and decide.

And the remaining time, besides accompanying his family, Allen began to simulate in the Pendor continent. According to the abilities he possessed now, even in this world where demigods were rampant, he could be considered top-notch, and he no longer needed to be as cautious as before.

So, relying on this power that crowned the continent, Allen helped the Elves a lot, found many Elves who had been sold and imprisoned, and also helped them repel several invasions by Gatu and the conquest from the Ebony Gauntlet. The number of slave traders killed could be said to be countless.

I don't know if it was because these things finally moved the four masters of the Noldor Elves, to put it popularly, the favorability was brushed to the top.

Or because these lives that had lived for thousands of years saw other possibilities in Allen and wanted to strive for better living conditions for the Noldor Elves.

On a moonlit night, these four handsome men who were already thousands of years old appeared together and found Allen, saying they wanted to help him restore the country. For a time, Allen thought he had triggered the main task of the Prophecy Child unifying the continent.

And after an exchange that was heart-to-heart but also testing each other, Allen finally understood what these four old guys were preparing to invest in him for.

His current identity was originally a direct blood relative of the Pendor royal family. This point had been verified by the Noldor Elves. As long as he raised the banner of restoring the country and had powerful strength, things would inevitably be twice the result with half the effort, and the possibility of success would be very high.

And his bloodline was also inextricably linked with the Noldor Elves. Now the relationship between the two sides could be said to be very good. These four believed that if Allen could establish a country, the living conditions of the Elves would be much, much better. At the very least, they could have more allies in the human world.

What made others even more heart-moved was that Allen's own power was very strong, and he had some of the style of a strong man in the period when magic was rampant. This point was the last straw that made them decide.

After a discussion, the family of Yishilandi sent 500 troops, the family of Aldaria sent 400 troops, and the families of Felgusan and Kelefongil each sent 300 troops. Plus the few human private soldiers Allen had saved carefully, they finally managed to scrape together an army of 1,800 people.

After the meeting, Yishilandi left a ring engraved with a griffin mark for Allen before leaving, saying that this was a heritage of the Pendor royal family, and maybe something good would happen after wearing it.

Allen put the ring on his left hand with suspicion. The griffin mark did flash, and then nothing happened.

Since he couldn't figure it out, this matter was put aside.

Subsequently, the Noldor Elves spent nearly a month gathering the army, and Allen collected a lot of supplies for the operation through Paul, who helped him run the shop in Long River Town.

Of course, as long as the town was broken, the army would naturally not lack supplies. Even if the Ravenstern Kingdom was plagued by bandits all year round, the nobles' warehouses never lacked food.

The opportunity came very quickly. Because of a cow, Emperor Marius of the Baccan Empire gathered the army in the country and declared war on the Ravenstern Kingdom.

However, the real reason was that the war of Juda invading the Noldor Forest had affected Long Lake Town and Lion Lake City. Gatu and the Ravenstern Kingdom had fought several times in this area, seriously damaging Ulric's power.

Emperor Marius seized this opportunity and prepared to expand the territory for the Baccan Empire. Of course, part of the reason was also because the Snake Cult in the territory had suddenly become very peaceful, allowing him to free up more energy.

After Allen learned this news, he grandly surrounded White Deer Castle with his army. He still had this little bit of strategic thinking.

And the name Allen used was suppressing rebellion, so he didn't need to declare war at all. Any force in the Pendor continent could not pick his faults.

Time passed bit by bit in Allen's thinking, and the distant East began to turn white slowly.

The hot-tempered Risadilan had already started walking back and forth impatiently at this time, and said hatefully: "My lord, let me go. I guarantee that I can take the opponent's head silently and then open the door for the army."

Allen smiled and shook his head. If he wanted to behead, did he still need his subordinates to work for him? Killing all the defenders of White Deer Castle didn't need to spend too much time, but what he wanted was not this.

"Creak~"

Not far away, the two thick wooden gates inlaid with steel nails slowly opened. Lord Montwo, in full military uniform, walked out slowly with his family and the knights who were loyal to him. His face was extremely haggard, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

Seeing this scene, Allen laughed loudly. He walked up alone, and Risadilan, who was slow to react, followed closely. The army behind them remained motionless, quietly watching all this happen.

Looking at Allen who dared to come to meet him alone, Lord Montwo's haggard face showed a touch of emotion. Just this bit of composure and self-confidence was enough to prove that this equally young king was excellent enough.

"Respected Your Majesty, thank you for the patience you bestowed. After a night of thinking, I think standing with you is the most correct and glorious choice at this time. Please accept my humble allegiance, you who are generous."

As he spoke, Lord Montwo knelt on one knee and handed over his sword with both hands, and his family and knights behind him also knelt down.

Allen was naturally familiar with the ceremony of allegiance. He picked up the sword, pointed it on both sides of the lord's shoulders, and then said: "In the name of the Pendor royal family, I swear to the Goddess of Order and Zeal, Eunomia, I accept your allegiance for generations, until the destruction of the contract or the end of the world."

After speaking, Allen took back the long sword and stretched out his left hand wearing the griffin ring. Lord Montwo lowered his head and kissed the ring.

With this, the contract was formed. ===== CHAPTER 287 =====