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The news of Werther's return spread like wildfire through the entire northern army camp. At the location where the eighth banner was stationed, thousands of soldiers were already standing still, waiting for their officers to return. When the huge dragon landed in the army camp, many people's eyes lit up. Dragons were extremely proud creatures, they possessed unparalleled strength, and at the same time, they had unparalleled pride. Unless they were dead, they would not allow anyone to step on their proud backs with their feet, but there was only one exception, and that was to subdue the dragon with virtue or strength, and make the dragon race willingly become holy beings of mounts and magic pets.

It had been hundreds of years since a Dragon Knight had appeared on the continent. The most recent Dragon Knight was the previous emperor of the Kaiser Empire. He used his powerful martial prowess to forcefully subdue a high rank Dragon Clan as a mount. The dragon that Werther brought back was much taller than the legendary dragon in terms of size, aura, and other aspects. There were even many observant warriors who recognized that this giant dragon was the only second in the dragon race to the dragon king, a three-headed gold dragon. As the guardian of the miracle of the gods of light, they obtained their acknowledgement, indicating that Werther's character and strength had already reached the pinnacle of the continent! What could be more noble than this glory?

Lord Beckham clearly enjoyed the respect and respect expressed in the eyes of the humans below. With two humph, he lowered his neck, allowing Werther to walk down comfortably. Since he had promised the Sovereign that he would become someone's magical pet, he should act as though he was a magical pet. However, what truly impressed him was Werther's strike just now. Others might not be able to sense it, but Beckham's sharp eyes could instantly determine that if that strike landed on his head, there was a high chance of inflicting serious injuries! Was this still a power that a human could possess? On top of that, the Snow Goddess had personally said that he would definitely become a god in the future. Only then did this scoundrel Silver Dragon become somewhat willing to truly regard Werther as its master.

Werther walked down and was greeted by Carter and the other senior officers of the flag regiment. Werther waved his hand, and everyone went inside the tent to discuss the matter. As for the great Lord Beckham, there was naturally someone to take him to rest. There was also a sumptuous feast waiting for him. When Werther entered the tent, he was naturally surrounded by the crowd. Everyone wanted to know what exactly had happened, and how those one hundred brothers had died so miserably.

Werther calmed his heart and explained in detail about how he led his army to be surrounded by the Three Sages of the Undead, how the other brothers died miserably in the hands of the Necromancers in order to protect him, and how the Silver Dragon Clan's Beckham came to rescue him. Afterwards, he followed him back to the dragon cave to recuperate for a few days, and only today did he return to the base. When everyone heard that the Necromancers were so vicious, they were filled with righteous indignation. They all shouted out that they would kill the Necromancers, and it took a lot of effort for Werther to calm them down.

After the generals returned the money, only Carter remained. Werther nodded to himself, as expected of the seedling he had set his eyes on, just with his eyes, he had barely hinted to Carter that he would be able to have such a clever mind. Werther had long taken a fancy to Carter's ability, and also intended to cultivate him into his own right hand. After all, he wanted to focus on training, so it was better for him to avoid worldly matters. Carter gave him a questioning look, "Captain, please forgive me for my bluntness, but did you hide anything from us?" Werther smiled. "You are very meticulous and did not waste my efforts." This time, he did not hide anything and directly revealed the truth. He just ignored the Ice and Snow Goddess and said, "The Ice and Snow Sword Saint Martin saved me and we have already reached an agreement on the issue of the armistice. From now on, the barbarians will not attack the empire without reason.

Unexpectedly, he did not act like the others, but instead, when he heard that Jackson had colluded with the experts of the Undead Island to kill his brothers, he became extremely furious, and only had a calm expression on his face. This was what Werther was most satisfied with. It didn't affect his emotions with any emotion, but it was also the most basic point a real advisor should have. Carter pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Then what does the Captain intend to do?" Werther smiled. "I've already contacted my father in the imperial city and told him everything that happened here. Since we don't need to fight the barbarians anymore, our mission is over. We will be back in a few days."

Carter frowned, "But what about Jackson? He and the Left Premier were one man and one man, wielding most of the authority of the Empire. According to what you said, the Bolt clan had probably already pledged allegiance to the Holy See, and the support of the Second Prince was probably just a pretense. If there was any shock within the empire ? This Northern Frontier Legion will play a decisive role. "Could it be that his Majesty has always been in the Bolt clan's hands?" "I also asked my father about this, but he said it's fine, I think he must have left some backup plans in the northern army. If that's the case, we don't have to worry about that much, if there really is a change, I would be happy to see it happen, and that would give us an excuse to kill the honorable Jackson and take revenge for our dead brothers!"

Werther's eyes revealed the look of a falcon. The arrangement this time was really dangerous, and he almost got killed, but for such a cruel and merciless person like him, he naturally did not have the heart of a woman. If not for the fear that the Northern Frontier Army would fall into chaos after Jackson's death, Werther would have long rushed into the Marshal's Camp to take his head. Carter thought for a moment, "Since Count Roland has said so, there must be a reason behind it. Well, let's go back first and wait to see what happens."

The two of them finished their discussion. A few days later, an order was sent through the magic communication that was personally signed by the emperor to transfer the Eighth Flag Group back to the imperial city for defense. Originally, the Eighth Flag had been sent to help stabilize the Northern Frontier army and help them resist the barbarians together. His Majesty's intention was to let the young Viscount Werther familiarize himself with the military and personally lead the troops for a period of time. In other words, he would accumulate some experience and military merits, and when he returned to the imperial capital, what awaited him would be a generous reward.

After receiving the transfer order, the Eighth Flag Regiment's encampment never stopped for a moment. Many officers of all ranks sent gifts and greetings in various names, all hoping to meet Werther. The scene was exceptionally explosive, causing Werther to be unable to cultivate in peace. He simply rode Beckham to hide and find a quiet place to rest. Carter was a versatile talent, he was good at scheming and scheming, and was also a good person in the field of diplomacy. As a result, he was able to get the best of the best out of these officers, one by one, and they all left satisfied. Carter didn't refuse any gifts that were given to him. Within three days, all kinds of gifts had already piled up on Werther's account. Werther's attitude was very clear. Pick the most valuable one and leave it to the families of the brothers who sacrificed themselves as a pension.

A good general must be magnanimous and strict, and must be able to fight alongside the soldiers. Moreover, the rewards and punishments must be even more distinct. Only those who were willing to spend money would be willing to risk their lives to fight for them. Sure enough, this move worked, causing the hearts of the 8th Regiment to become even tighter. Right now, this army could be said to be the private army of Werther himself. Just by his orders alone, they couldn't even stop the emperor himself. He had truly achieved the state of being only aware of the existence of generals and not of the existence of kings. Fortunately, Werther wasn't prepared to rebel. Otherwise, these five thousand people would be the strongest and most reliable group.

Seven days later, the eighth banner was ready and officially on their way home. This time, the soldiers thought they would need at least a year of bitter fighting before they could return to their homes. But now, unexpectedly, they had received a transfer order in just a few months' time. Originally, there was no need to fight anymore. This was something worth being happy about. However, when they thought about their 100 brothers who had died horribly, the Eighth Flag's soldiers could not be happy. A neat square formation emitted a heavy aura. Werther, fully clothed, rode a war horse at the front of the line, while Beckham, now the size of a lizard, lay on his shoulders.

Jackson held a grand ceremony to send off the Eighth Flags. He wore a marshal's uniform and wore a smile that was not a smile. "Congratulations, Viscount Werther. I'm sure you'll be rewarded by His Majesty as soon as we return to the imperial capital. I'm so envious of you." Werther narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What's a mere reward?" I miss my brothers who have died even more. If there is a chance, I must avenge them! Marshal, tell me, shouldn't you kill the person who plotted against you? " Ye Zichen stared at him.

Jackson coughed, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, "But then again, Viscount Werther, I still have to remind you that it's not too much to avenge your subordinates, but you have to know your limits. Don't be unable to avenge your subordinates, and instead take your own life!" Werther continued to sneer. "Please rest assured Marshal, I've come prepared this time. I won't fall into anyone's trap again. Without the support of tricks, I'd like to see how big of a storm those clowns can create!" The two of them talked for a long time, trying to probe each other's strength. However, both were old foxes, so they stayed put and stayed put.

After a series of complicated rituals, Werther finally led the eighth banner team and proudly left the northern border camp, setting out on the journey back to the imperial capital. Five thousand men lined up in a long line, marching at the same pace, meticulously. In front of the group were a few dozen soldiers carrying wooden boxes containing the ashes of their brothers. Although they couldn't return to the imperial capital alive, they could still return to their homeland in this manner. It was also a form of comfort to their loved ones.