Chapter 30 Why Establish a Nation

The sun was shining and the view of the mountains was superb. Mike was not inside the White Stone Castle, but was waiting for him on the large lawn outside the castle. After nearly three hundred years, although there had been mutual correspondence, because of the history of Amiguel's reign, Mike and Reinhardt had met only a handful of times. The last time they met was thirty years ago. Looking at the son in front of him. The once blonde teenager was now a middle-aged tribal leader of incipient majesty. His blonde hair, which he inherited from Fiona, was as thick on his head as a lion king's fur. Mike had no feelings for Fiona, but his own bloodline son, he still had feelings. Reinhardt had travelled thousands of miles to personally come to the East Coast, there must be something that needed his help. Sure enough. The moment Reinhardt saw Mike, he spoke directly. ‘Father, I need your help!' ‘It's because of the recent rebellion of the Goblin Kings, isn't it?' ‘Yes, father. Once that nineteenth prince gave me a letter requesting me to send troops to support me, and the pay was generous. But I was hesitant to make up my mind, so I came to ask father's advice.' ‘Reinhardt, you must remember that you are now not only my son, but also the leader of the human race! Getting involved in the battle of the kings is too dangerous for the Human Race at this stage. Once something changes, it's all doom and gloom!' ‘Take myself for example, even though the Winged Human Race has developed to this point, I'm still walking on thin ice! The reason for this is still because our strength is too weak.' Although Mike didn't say it explicitly, he had actually advised Reinhardt not to take the risk. Reinhardt's eyes welled up with intense reluctance, but he knew that Mike's consideration was right. This contrast between reality and ideal left him breathless. ‘Bring me that letter to read!' ‘Hmm.' Mike took the letter and looked over it carefully until his eyes stared after seeing the name of the Grand Duke of the Southern Realm, Milo Aze. ‘Reinhardt, what is the relationship between this nineteenth prince and the Grand Duke of the Southern Realm, Mairo Azeba, is Mairo's support reliable?' ‘Father, all I know is that the nineteenth prince grew up with Maero as brothers. Archduke Mai Luo has an excellent reputation, what this says should be true.' ‘Good, Reinhardt, I take back what I just said, you can fully support the nineteenth prince!' ‘Father, you agree?!' Reinhardt said in surprise. ‘Yes. Also, when in trouble. You can seek the help of the Winged Human Race, and if the other party is too strong, I will also step in!' Mike said with a smile. My foolish son yo, you're afraid that you don't know, the gold content of the three words Azeba. For three thousand years of the Goblin Empire, Azeba was present throughout history. On that day. Reinhardt then rode a griffin and rushed back to the Rheinland Territory on the edge of the Plains of Proadas to reply to the nineteenth prince. September of the third hundred years of the Goblin Empire's calendar. Autumn was in full swing, and the autumn wind was austere. The nineteenth prince of the former Emperor of the Goblins, Asa Amiguel, rises up in the Southern Realm, and the Grand Duke of the Southern Realm, Mero Azeba, leads his troops to support him. Reinhardt's support made Asa Armiger very happy. And after Reinhardt's words that the Winged People could be fought over as well, he was even more elated! The Winged People were very scorned while being utilised by the Goblin Emperor Armiger because of their powerful sky fighting ability. Otherwise, they wouldn't have supported the Eagle People. Asa Armiger hurriedly wrote a letter and sent it to the east coast. In it, he offered a large number of promises and asked Mack to send troops to help. Mack agreed. The army began to be reorganised and prepared for the expedition. Proadas Palace. A sound of something being broken accompanied by an angry hiss resounded through the palace. Inside the Great Hall. Emperor Milan Amiguel swung the longsword in his hand, hacking the table with all the things on it to pieces! Resisting the attack of the four emperors was already difficult, but time was in his favour, and holding on was not without hope of victory. However, he did not expect that his always obedient younger brother, Asa Amiguel, would suddenly raise an army in rebellion. The southern border of the empire was even within three months, it was penetrated by Asa Amiguel, and a large number of goblin nobles surrendered. With the imperial family in a civil war, these local lord nobles basically had little will to fight. In desperation, Emperor Milan Amiguel had no choice but to draw the elites from the four frontlines to go south for defence. This elite led by legendary general Thorne blocked Asa Amiguel from advancing an inch in Amber River. But by deploying troops south for defence, it put the other four imperial sons at a disadvantage on the battlefield. Three hundred and first year of the Goblin Empire calendar. May 1st. Thorne seized the opportunity to defeat Asa Amiguel's army at Amber River, and as the army was about to be dispersed. Mack led 10,000 winged legions to arrive. In this battle, Mack hid his strength and fought Thorne to a draw. The winged army descended from the sky, catching Thorne's army by surprise, gaining time for Asa to reorganise his army, and ultimately avoiding the fate of defeat. The two armies resumed their confrontation at the Amber River. June 3rd. The momentum of the war began to change violently. The 15th Prince of the Plains of Mund defeats the Emperor's defenders and leads his army straight to Proadas! 7th June. The great western city of Farah Leaf, loyal to the Emperor, is sacked, and the Emperor's own Farah family is all executed by the 18th Prince, followed by the army's long march to the Imperial Capital. 8th June. The troll Frost Cold Clan in the northern realm responded to the twenty-first prince's call and led a troll army to break the city of Garso from behind, and the army marched south. 13th June. Earl of the Western Realm, the Roman family of Roman City surrenders to the 25th Prince, releasing the Eastern Pass and allowing the army to move east. 14th June. The rear of the South Realm army was attacked by the human griffin knight troops, under the front and rear attack, the whole army was routed, the legendary general Thorne failed to persuade him to surrender and was surrounded and killed! From then on, the road to the north was no longer obstructed! Afterwards, Asa Amiguel grasped the time to go north and marched day and night, heading straight to Proadas! On the 29th of July. The armies of the five Princes arrived at the city of Proadas. In Asa Armiger's camp, Mike saw the city gate that was forged from the head of the Thunder Titan Atri, and was overwhelmed with emotion for a moment. Once again, he had fought as an attacker. 30th July. I don't know what agreement the five emperors had reached. They began to lead separate armies to attack the city. 19th of August. The city of Proadas was broken! The army stormed the palace, but Milan Amiguel was nowhere to be seen. The five royal sons began to fight for the throne! The armies of the five parties were able to control the killing at first, and the intensity wasn't too high amongst each other in the city. But by the 30th of August. Because of a small matter. The first violent conflict erupted, the army in the city killed each other fiercely, as more and more intense, finally hurt the city's goblin residents! A large number of civilians were killed in the fight, the streets were dyed red with blood, and the city of Proadas flowed with blood, almost being destroyed. It was at this critical moment. The Gnome Great Sage Azeba appeared, and with the posture of a demigod and powerful prestige, he overpowered the rebellious nobles and forcefully suppressed the rebellion of the five armies. The Great Sage became a demigod. All five emperors began to panic. If Azeba had the intention of claiming the throne, it wouldn't end well for them. But the good thing was. Azeba did not have the ambition to claim the throne. ...... On the first day of September. Azeba summoned the five imperial sons to the palace. ‘The empire has no lord, I will choose one of you five to become the emperor of the empire.' ‘So, each of you, answer me one question!' ‘I will make a decision based on your answers!' ‘So, who will go first?' In front of the solemn palace hall. The Goblin Great Sage stood beside the imperial throne, looking at the Goblin royal sons at the bottom of the steps, each with their own style and all with their own ambitions. He surveyed them one by one, and after lingering on the 19th prince, Asa Amiguel, for a moment longer, he opened his mouth and asked. ‘As you all know, your father, the Wicker Man, unified the Goblin tribes, united the continental clans, defeated the Titan Giant Clan, and established the Goblin Empire.' ‘Very not easy!' ‘The Goblin Empire was not easy to come by, so this question of mine is about your perceptions of the empire, and its future.' ‘Then!' ‘Five Highnesses, please ask!' ‘My race, the Goblin Empire, why was it founded, and what is the foundation of the empire!' All the emperors were pondering at the words. Just as the emperors were pondering. Outside the palace, on the square. The nobles and power leaders of the Five Kings Legion were standing in the wide square, waiting for the answer inside the palace hall! Reinhardt stood beside Mack, his face full of nervousness as he kept looking inside the palace hall. Mike looked at this indisputable look of his and couldn't help but admonish. ‘Reinhardt, calm and collected! You're also over three hundred years old, stay calm!' Reinhardt was speechless at his words. The Human Race wasn't the Winged Human Race, there wouldn't be much loss if this choice failed! The Human Race was different, itself being scorned by the Goblins, similar to being captive near the capital, under their eyes.