Arcane Journey

Chapter 255 Reinforcement
Forged of steel and bronze by the Golden Dwarves, it was etched with grooves and magical runes of the First Men, and adorned with fine gold ornaments.

Cormyr's dragon is inlaid on the purple relief. The dragon is cast by royal craftsmen and mages with the most perfect craftsmanship and enchantment.

Craftsmen decorated it beautifully, and attendants polished it as bright as a mirror.

But the crown weighed heavily on Hesaiah's head like a heavy burden.

Hesaiah would rather charge into battle on a horse than wear such a fine crown.

This is not the first time that the newly appointed Steel Regent has complained in his heart to Brian, why he must force the crown to himself.

After all, even if the kingdom is in turmoil today, there are not no regent ministers like Feifaril and Prince Celant.

"This is your responsibility!"

Bryan's unquestionable words made her feel no courage to refute.

It was hard to imagine that this was the same sword mage who broke two goblets angrily in front of her father in order to refuse the crown, and walked away gracefully.

On the viewing stand, Hesaiah stood between Master Alden, the Patriarch of the Church of the Mother Earth, and Sandra Cotter, the Royal Mage.

On her arm was the king of Cormyr, her half-brother, a poor child who lost his parents in ignorance and ignorance before he was born 10 days old.

When one nobleman after another walked past her with their knights and soldiers, she numbly nodded and smiled.

Half of the nobles here are fat. In her opinion, even a human knight of normal size, with so much fat and steel in his body out of thin air, cannot charge a hundred steps.

While the other half raised their swords to salute, it seemed that they didn't even know where to extend the sword.

The only thing Hesaiah could do was to resist the urge to run down and reprimand these disgraceful knights.

Young Baron Ebenhoek, leading his 200 spearmen through the arch.

When the reverse side of his sharp steel scimitar accidentally hit his face, he almost hurt his eyes.

The brass beak of the ornate helm on his head was nearest, but the sharp edge had no doubt been honed to razor sharpness by some ignorant blacksmith.

The baron's face was wiped with a funny bloodstain by the decorative sharp blade on his helmet, followed by a whimper of pain, and even the young little king giggled.

But the young regent, Hesaiah not only had to suppress a smile, but also had to ask a priest to heal his wounds.

She smiled and nodded at the embarrassed Baron, as if she hadn't noticed what had just happened, and muttered under her breath: "If this is the best force left in Cormyr, then I might as well just Declare this kingdom dead."

"They are just ordinary guards." The royal mage Sandra Cote smiled and waved enthusiastically to the young baron.

"You don't have to worry at all, because every army has purple dragon knights and battle mages to advise them. Once there is a sign of war, the troops will be commanded by them."

"Do the nobles agree to this proposal?" Hesaiah asked suspiciously.

"Not exactly." The royal mage shook his head slightly. "This policy is only suitable for minor nobles, because they know well that their protests will only kill them."

"Will this inspire their loyalty?" Hesaiah raised her beautiful eyebrows.

Sandra Turk didn't answer directly, but smiled condescendingly, patted her arm holding the little king again, and said:

"So, you still have a lot to learn, little princess. In this battlefield, the most important thing is power. You have to realize who has power and who doesn't. At this moment, you are holding power in your arms, we must Do everything we can to make sure it stays that way."

Hesaiah looked down at the chubby baby, and suddenly understood the real intention of Brian's first action after taking him back to Suzal City.

"You are Cormyr's regent, you must take the little king into your own hands." He said calmly, his words were still so unquestionable.

She seemed to understand, but nodded slowly.

So, Brian took her to the mansion of Prime Minister Fefaril, because he tried to delay the return of the custody of the little king.

It was raining heavily that night, the chancellor's hall door was knocked open, and Brian stepped in, rain dripping down his cloak like a torrent, followed by a dozen purple dragon knights.

Outside the door, lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating his grim face.

The pitch-black rain matched his footsteps, beating the bricks and stones rhythmically.

Brian's decisive and quick action surprised the Prime Minister Fefaril in his pajamas, and he didn't even make any preparations.

Relying on his own strength and the deterrence of the regent, he cleanly defeated the son of the prime minister, the war lord of Tempus, Oglas, and forcibly detained him as a hostage.

Forced by the life of Oglas, Fefaril had to hand over his grandson, the little king of Cormyr, in order to ensure the safety of his son.

Recalling the prime minister's cold face as he watched the two of them off, Sisaiah sighed softly in his heart.

She didn't know if she was really up to the job Queen Tesley had left her, to be Cormyr's regent, in Cormyr's darkest hour, to know other things...

"At least you won't be alone." Brian's words echoed in her mind.

"Royal mage Sandra Cote is by your side, and he will point out for you which nobles to trust, which nobles to watch, and which nobles show signs of disobedience. At my insistence, Master Alden has agreed to be the child A spiritual educator who will do everything in his power to help your father's legacy pass on to his own son."

"Of course, there is also your elder sister, Duke Myrcella. Although she swore she would never set foot in Suzar, the army in Cormyr's northern border is your strongest backing."

When he finished speaking these words, he left the city of Suzar, because he wanted to integrate the army from the north to cooperate with the defenders in the city and drive out the besieging orcs.

Hesaiah secretly found that Brian's words always sounded so comfortable, and they always made the dark clouds in her heart suddenly brighten, showing a relieved smile.

"Give Earl Silverhorn a sincere smile."

The royal mage Sandra Cote nudged her gently with his elbow, and gave her instructions in a low voice, "We are about to fight the orcs outside the city. This poor guy spends all his property on equipping cavalry. We You don't want him to think you don't appreciate it."

Earl Silverhorn's 600 cavalry passed through the arch in an orderly manner, the points of their spears blinking in the pale daylight.

A soldier walked in the front of the team, beating a drum that was bigger than the others, playing a heavy and slow rhythm.

Hesaiah did as the royal mage suggested, even hoisting her brother on her shoulders and waving his plump little hand to the passing knights.

This caused cheers from the crowd, and the young king seemed to find it very amused, and laughed happily.

"I just asked you to smile at him, not the enthusiasm from the little king." Sandra Cote accused. It's exhausting to deal with very quickly."

"I think I will have the strength to do it." Although Hesaiah knew that he had done something wrong, he still said stubbornly, "Because I will hold him on my sword-holding arm."

The next day, the atmosphere in the city of Suzal became gloomy and determined.

The most prosperous imperial capital of the Kingdom of Cormyr finally showed its militarized side more clearly.

Even the hotel is no longer a place to sit around the fire, drinking and frolicking, but a place where soldiers are stationed, and sometimes even five soldiers are squeezed into one room.

Cots crowded the stairs of the common area, and in the depths of Suzar, there were also stockpiles of beans, grains, bacon and barrels of booze.

When the Third Fleet appeared on the level of Longhu, the imperial capital besieged by orcs finally had a glimmer of hope.

A total of twenty warships, not only filled with Cormyr's best soldiers, but also several famous lords and generals.

When the flagship 'Blue Dragon's Wrath' and other warships were stationed in the port of Suzar, the air of the whole city was full of joyous atmosphere.

Although the situation was urgent, under the suggestion of the royal mage, when these soldiers who supported Suzar landed, they still carried out a concise and meticulous ceremony.

They moved rhythmically with the sound of the snare drum, and lined up in front of Hesaiah, Sandra Cote, Master Alden, Prime Minister Fafarel and others.

Gathered behind them were the inhabitants of Suzar, their weary, wary faces finally relaxing as they celebrated the brave men who had come to protect them.

Hesaiah knew that these soldiers were all from the lords of Cormyr East, Thunder Peak and Hurek Forest.

Because in the Demon Dragon Rebellion, only their territory was not severely damaged, and the army was still relatively intact.

They led their troops and arrived here by boat from Wing Dragon Lake under the support of the Blue Dragon Navy Fleet.

Sandra Cote told Hesaiah that there will be many people who will go to help expel the orcs, but he can't name them, because he is not sure who will arrive in time, or who will not come forward Come to support.

Hesaiah shaded the glare of the sun with his hands, watching eagerly the troops from the Kingdom of Cormyr strode off the steps.

"Farrell Rahanrissen, the lord of Fort Thunderstone and the supreme commander of the army in the east." A lord announced.

A tall, imposing man in heavy metal armor walked lightly from the steps to the pier.

He has a beard and a beard on his face, and his black hair mixed with gray silk is cut very short.

He looks relaxed, but seems to be able to throw himself into a thrilling battle at once.

Hesaiah was not short, but when he stood in front of her and bowed to her, she felt very small.

"I was the first to hear from the Prince Regent." He emphasized solemnly, "and the first to receive orders."

"May your loyalty and courage bring new hope to Cormyr," said Hesaiah.

Next came the two mountain dwarves from Thunder Peak.

She had never seen them, but she knew who they were, and why they had come instead of the other two Dwarves.

"Dagna Warfist of Clan Steinshield," gruffed the first redbearded dwarf, raising his hammer in salute to Hesaiah instead of shaking her hand.

"Barend Stonebreaker, Legion Master of Clan Steinshield," said the second greybearded dwarf.

"Welcome to both of you," Sisaiah said. "Please allow me to express my condolences to Thorin and General Oskar for their passing."

When the dragon attacked the city of Suzar, the two dwarf leaders happened to be participating in the Brewmaster's Competition in a tavern, and then drunkenly picked up their weapons and rushed towards the dragon.

Dagna Zhanquan nodded bluntly, "Well, we don't want to be promoted because of the death of our superior, that's for sure."

"By Moradin, we will avenge them."

Barend Rockcrack said slightly excitedly, "I'm glad I can come to help, young lady regent. Killing orcs is killing orcs, and it doesn't matter where you kill them. My hammer is never picky."

Hisaiah nodded, turning her attention to the next one.

The boots stepped lightly on the wooden board, making a heavy sound, and the paladin Mogrand from the Gauntlet Order strode over.

The Order of the Gauntlets, an organization founded by paladins who uphold justice.

Although their headquarters was set up in the distant city of Waterdeep, the Kingdom of Cormyr also had shadows of their activities.

According to the secret reminder of the royal mage, Hesaiah warmly welcomed the arrival of the Gauntlets.

As the paladin leader bowed to her, strength and kindness emanated from him, like the divine radiance from his armor.

"In any case, the strong must protect the weak." The paladin said firmly, "Suzar must stand upright, and never let the orc's ambition succeed."

"Your wisdom and determination to protect the weak will receive the warmest welcome." Hesaiah said, "Praise the gods, before the war begins, there will be a light brought by the paladins, it is the gods' respect to Cormyr The greatest mercy."

A moon elf with black hair was shining, as if she had come out with a green light. Her eyes were also bright and shining, like aqua blue dotted with gold spots.

Hisaiah's eyes widened, then she smiled.

She welcomed this special ally as an old friend, Bethrina Songarrow of Hurek Forest, ranger leader of the moon elves.

"My good sister of Zhanzheng College, Your Excellency the Regent, hello."

Besrina returned Hesaiah with a gentle smile, "Our patriarchs and priests are very happy to assist you. I am very honored that my rangers and I can come to help."

"Thank you very much." Hesaiah gave her a hug, and she found that Besrina brought a group of troops mainly rangers, as well as a few priests and druids.

Then, other people must have brought a lot of their elite subordinates.

The great sage of the orcs led the army of the entire tribe, invaded the Kingdom of Cormyr, and besieged the city of Suzar. Cormyr's army will also respond to them in the same way.

During the pleasantries, Hesaiah finally saw Brian appear.

He didn't come down from the battleship, but came to him through teleportation spells.

(End of this chapter)