Ashen Dragon-Chapter 367 - 291: A Successful Uprising

Chapter 367: Chapter 291: A Successful Uprising

Charlotte waved her magic wand casually in the air, creating bursts of brilliant flames, while complaining aloud:

“Damn it, why didn’t that Count Julius show up? Are the Northern nobles really so untrustworthy?”

“Chairman, according to our spy’s information, Cyril City has already been taken by the Royalty’s forces. That count didn’t manage to escape.”

Charlotte immediately jumped up angrily, cursing uncontrollably.

“Damn it, what a useless fool!”

“We gave him a chance, and he blew it!”

“We told him to escape right away but he insisted on waiting until the city was nearly captured. Why didn’t he believe us? It just ended up being a gift to those Royalty idiots.”

“You are right, Chairman.”

“It still shows how wise and brilliant you are…”

Europe King echoed beside her, clearly playing up to Charlotte, eager to repay his debts quickly.

Lonely as Snow, meanwhile, covered his face, unwilling to look at Europe King’s sycophancy, silently mocking in his heart: “Even if he had escaped here, what would change?”

“It would just mean getting killed in a different place.”

Charlotte’s face darkened, gritting her teeth: “Let’s go! Off to the next fishing spot to set the net. This time, we must get ahead of the Royalty!”

He pulled out a parchment scroll, with Flaming Ashes emblems at each end, inlaid with expensive jewels—this was the Kingdom’s official Anzeta Map Collector’s Edition.

Internally, the kingdom’s tech staff referred to it as ‘the big spenders’ special.’

As Charlotte unfurled it, a magical particle map image appeared on the scroll, displaying mountains, rivers, and cities clearly, with tiny sparkles of aurora scattered across it.

“Let me see…”

“The next target is Dena City, located in the western part of the Carter Duchy.”

“This time, nothing will go wrong. That Earl Dalton Rena has been so thoroughly deceived by me. I hear he’s already packed his bags, ready to flee.”

“Chairman, it’s bad news!”

Suddenly, a crisp voice from the Sky Flying Witch came through the communicator, causing Charlotte to frown slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

“Dena City has been taken by the Fire Seed!”

Charlotte fell silent for a long moment before finally squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.

“God damn it…”

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Carter Duchy, inside Dena City.

Ragged flags fluttered atop the city walls, with tattered serfs raising their steel spears and cheering loudly.

“Fire Seed! Fire Seed!”

“We’ve really succeeded!”

“From now on, we are free! Those nobles are nothing!”

“Does this mean we can have our land and enough food?”

Around them lay hundreds of soldiers in pools of blood, even the Earl had been decapitated.

The Fire Seed members had discovered the Earl’s attempt to flee, and they infiltrated the city to launch a surprise attack, catching the soldiers off guard.

With the firearms assistance from the Ashen Kingdom, they killed the guard soldiers of Dena City and executed Earl Dalton Rena, who had oppressed them cruelly for years.

“We actually did it…”

Spark stood akimbo, looking at the fanatical serfs whose eyes glowed with renewed hope, a smile appearing on his face.

But soon, he frowned slightly, pulling his focus from the present victory to the distant future.

“So… what now?”

“What do we do next?”

Spark began to ponder.

The Northern United Kingdom had entirely fallen, and the King of Ashen would not allow any threat to Anzeta’s unity.

Moreover, the Fire Seed didn’t have the capability to produce military supplies independently. All their firearms came from kingdom’s aid, and their army was a ragtag group of over two thousand serfs.

Spark quickly realized a harsh truth: Fire Seed did not have the capability to rule Dena City.

Neither their governance abilities nor their military strength were sufficient to maintain even a fragile regime.

“The Ashen Kingdom only sees us as tools to disrupt the North’s rear.”

“So… what will become of us once the North completely falls?”

With that thought, Spark’s expression grew solemn.

Nick noticed his unusual demeanor and approached: “Spark, is there something else? Haven’t we already won?”

Spark replied heavily: “So, what happens next?”

“Nick, you should understand the current situation in the North.”

“Yes.”

Nick also lowered his head in thought, then said:

“After the Battle of Okaglar, the Northern United Kingdom is only a name. In the land of the Anzeta Great Wilderness, nothing can stop the Ashen Kingdom’s march toward unification.”

His tone froze, and his expression became serious.

“You mean… the Ashen Kingdom might act against us?”

Spark gave a bitter smile: “Not might, but definitely, as long as we occupy Dena City, or even as long as we’re in Anzeta, we won’t avoid contact with the Ashen Kingdom.”

“Moreover, our foundations are shallow; even our weapons and ammunition come from them.”

“What should we do then?”

Nick remained silent for a long time before asking again.

Spark shook his head, sighed helplessly: “Let’s take it one step at a time. I don’t know what the future holds either.”

Suddenly, a shout from Firewood came from the city wall.

“Commander—there’s a group of people outside the city, claiming to be envoys from the Ashen Kingdom.”

“How many of them?”

“Uh… there might be… a lot of them.”

Spark couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. These serfs had such low levels of education, most couldn’t even count to a hundred.

“The Ashen Kingdom people… they arrived so quickly.”

He mumbled involuntarily.

“I’ll go up and take a look. I want to confirm their identity.”

Spark reached the top of the city wall, and below it, he saw a disciplined formation of goblin infantry, about three hundred strong, their bayonet spears gleaming coldly.

In that instant, he confirmed—they were indeed soldiers of the Ashen Kingdom.

And even the most elite troops of the northern countries would need over five thousand soldiers to have a chance of encircling and destroying such a goblin infantry unit.

Definitely not something his over two thousand ragtag serfs could achieve victory against.

With that thought, Spark whispered, “Let them in.”

“Hey, huh.”

Serfs struggled to turn the wooden axles, and the heavy city gates slowly opened.

But the goblin infantry still stood firm, making no rash move. They divided into two columns, opening a wide path.

From a carriage behind them, a woman dressed in a purple gown gracefully stepped down, walking into the city under the guard of soldiers.

Her elegant figure left the serfs on the city wall who had never seen anything alike stunned.

“Greetings to the Fire Seed members.”

“On behalf of the kingdom, I salute your bravery and fearlessness.”

“Besides… nice to meet you, I am Dailenna, the Marchioness of Ashen Kingdom.”

Dailenna’s lips curved into a beautiful, affable smile.

On the city wall, Spark couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, his breathing quickened—Marchioness?

What a joke.