Western Fantasy: From the Eagle Tribe to the Angel Empire

After March.

New news came from the capital of Proadas.

Amiguel's sons were dissatisfied with the sudden ascension of the thirteenth prince to the throne. They fled from the imperial capital to their fiefdoms, contacted their relatives, and raised troops to rebel.

Among them, the fifteenth prince, the eighteenth prince, the twenty-first prince, and the twenty-fifth prince were raising troops in the fiefdom!

They want to remove Milan Amiguel from the throne!

The armies of the four princes and the second goblin emperor fought in darkness within the empire.

There are 1,500 noble lords in the Goblin Empire. Except for the two grand dukes on the border, 30 marquises, and more than 500 earls, viscounts, and baronies, the rest of the noble lords are all involved in the rebellion.

As for the various ethnic groups in the mainland, they are also starting to make moves.

Some races even directly joined the camps of several princes, just to obtain the greatest benefits.

As the alien race closest to the imperial capital, Reinhardt, the leader of the tribe, was reading a letter in his hand.

"Reinhardt, my brother. My father died mysteriously, the kings were fighting, and countless people of the empire were killed in this war! I had no intention of competing, but I also knew that I wanted to stop this rebellion!"

"I have secretly received the support of the Grand Duke of the South, Mero Azeba."

"I know that your human tribe also has the ability to ride griffins. I would like to ask your tribe to ride on griffins and fight for me. After that is done, I will lift many of the bans imposed by the goblins on the human race and give the human race a land in The land of the north!"

"If you choose to support me, please send an envoy to inform me within three months, and I will raise troops in the near future for marching and deployment!"

Inside the tent late at night.

Reinhard frowned and looked at the letter from the Nineteenth Prince in his hand, remaining silent.

Beside him, several human elders and Fiona were there.

They also circulated the letter written by the 19th prince to Reinhard, and they had different opinions.

Some people think that this move is too risky. There are only tens of thousands of humans now, and they are under the eyes of the goblins day and night.

Some people think that they can support this nineteen-year-old prince. After all, he is imprisoned near the goblin imperial capital. The human race may suffer disaster at any time due to the emperor's mood. At this time, there is a chance to leave the imperial capital and they can take a gamble!

Anyway, under the nose of the goblin emperor, it is difficult for the human race to develop.

It took them three hundred years to reproduce tens of thousands of people!

Everyone had different opinions, and Reinhard was having trouble making a decision.

This is a decision related to the fate of the human race, and the pressure in his heart is too great!

At this time, only his mother Fiona has not expressed her opinion.

Reinhard asked directly.

"Mom, how do you think I should decide?"

Today's tens of thousands of humans were developed by the old people in the shelter who gave up everything. He knew that Fiona loved the humans more than he did.

Fiona smiled at him.

"My son, you are now the leader of the human race, and you have to bear the responsibility for the life and death of the human race. But you can ask your father about this matter! I think he will not miss this chaos in the Goblin Empire. Chance!"

After hearing this, Reinhard raised his head and looked towards the distant east, which is the direction of the east coast.

"Father, I understand, mother. From the imperial capital to the east coast, it only takes more than a month to ride a gryphon. If there is enough time, I will go there myself!"

Twenty days later, Reinhardt came to the east coast again!