Chapter 382: Chapter 306: Coronation (Part 2)
On the morning of March 1st, 1786, in the Third Era, the coronation ceremony was held as scheduled.
The newly completed Isdalia venue was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, who could watch the ceremony from different positions. However, the main roads and the altar at the center of the venue were guarded by Tiefling soldiers, preventing any unauthorized persons from entering.
The night before the ceremony began, the place was already buzzing with noise.
Over a hundred thousand people brought dry food, water, and even temporary bedding, flocking from all over Anzeta and even from various parts of Fianso. They arrived early to find suitable spots around Isdalia and slept on the grounds overnight.
Among them were curious citizens of the kingdom, rchants from the South, bards, and even spies disguised as harpists.
Of course, players didn’t want to miss this “large-scale event” either, carrying their folding chairs and rushing over that very night. Except for those players previously sentenced to forced labor for defecting to the North, almost every player arrived in Isdalia to witness this rare spectacle.
Many summoned monsters’ family mbers also occupied parts of the inner field according to the kingdom’s official allocation.
There were also envoys from various parts of Fianso, who, after delivering reports and greetings and presenting gifts, were arranged in different areas within the field.
Among them were not only envoys from the three great kingdoms, Cassandra, Thrace, and Seleucis, but also special forces like the Tower of Ti, Corrupted Swamp, and the Star and Moon Hills.
Humans, elves, dwarves, dragonborn, halflings…
Envoys from various races appeared in the venue, gathering together, making the place sowhat noisy.
“Awooo—”
Imdiately, roars of dragons echoed.
The Farria family’s blue dragon once again sent Christina, along with their esteed elder blue dragon, Isami.
Even the rlwood Family sent a special envoy, the mighty silver dragon, Cruzre rlwood, Olivia’s uncle.
“How co there’s a silver-scaled mongrel? That old guy still isn’t satisfied, is he?”
“Blue dragon, that war is over! We co for peace among dragons!”
“Peace? You hypocrites aren’t worthy of talking about peace!”
The blue dragon and silver dragon imdiately felt each other’s presence, tensions rising within the venue, until Ramp personally arrived and an invisible dragon’s might spread throughout, temporarily preventing a conflict. However, they continued to glare at each other with hostility.
Similar incidents occurred sporadically. Due to the importance of the Ashen Kingdom, both evil and good-aligned forces gave it significant attention.
“Distinguished guests, please remain calm.”
“This is His Majesty Cassius’s coronation ceremony; he wishes for no errors.”
Ramp stood in front of the altar, slightly bowing, and using magic, his voice resonated throughout the entire venue.
The once empty venue was now packed with people.
Various Dragon Vein Clans, envoys from different countries, and spectators filled the seats, with beings from different forces, races, and alignnts gathering here, awaiting the start of the coronation ceremony.
In the originally quiet wasteland, a sudden strong wind blew, causing people to look outside hurriedly.
“Look quickly!”
“What’s that? Bipedal wyverns!”
“By the gods… why are there so many?”
Thousands of bipedal wyverns took off from the surroundings of the venue, densely flying in the sky, producing a cacophony of roars.
Their wings flapped closely together, chaotically casting large shadows over the plains, like a dark ring of clouds, surrounding the entire venue.
Under Cassius’s domain, the reproductive abilities of these bipedal wyverns had beco astonishingly strong, reproducing massively in just ten years, reaching a scale of four digits.
—To support this enormous food demand, four factories produced feed, and a pasture covering half of Stormy Ridge continuously grazed bison.
This ti, for the grand coronation ceremony, these bipedal wyverns from Wyvern Valley were fully mobilized, showcasing their fierce appearance to the world for the first ti.
“Bipedal wyverns?”
“Such a scale of a wyvern legion…”
The envoy from the Thrace Kingdom—Dayev Marshall, looked up at the dark shadows in the sky, adjusted his silver-frad glasses, and his expression turned deeply worried.
Bipedal wyverns weren’t particularly troubleso enemies for the Thrace Kingdom, as rely their Arcane Legion could easily shoot them down.
But thousands of wyverns were another matter entirely.
Moreover, even this massive wyvern legion was just the surface, the more terrifying aspect lay beneath—the Ashen Kingdom’s unparalleled supply system and military mobilization capabilities.
“Are they warning us?”
“Or… extending an olive branch to our enemies?”
Dayev couldn’t help clenching his fists, bowing his head slightly, his expression extrely grave.
Before he could erge from his thoughts, loud bangs sounded on the wasteland, causing even the ground to tremble.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Salutes fired, and huge flas appeared in the sky.
Several more explosions occurred in the distance, and under the bombardnt of dense artillery, a hill obstructing the city planning path was blasted apart, the ground leveled.
The Ogre artillery corps arrived from afar, dragging heavy cannons along, panting heavily, the wheels grating against the road.
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