Exile You to the North and Annex the Empire?

Leon Jules, the empire's most dandy, was exiled to the far north where even the ice and snow sighed. Everyone was waiting to see him freeze to death in the wilderness. However, with the intelligence that is refreshed every day, he is always one step ahead. Use words to "borrow" the neighboring baron's Warcraft BMW; Snatch the future God of War seedlings from the stake; In the vast ice cave, the legendary long-lost dragon egg was found; With the help of intelligence, the ferocious monsters were tamed into a loyal legion. While the surrounding barons were still squabbling over the petty frictions over their territories, what they didn't know was that the other territories of the Rash people, which had been quiet recently, had quietly changed to new owners under Lyon's means. United empires to rebel against the people, use more advanced skills and equipment to farm, use more efficient methods to train troops, improve technology, build magic cities... When the empire was mired in civil war, the Dukes were horrified to discover—— The exile they had forgotten in the corner of the north already had an army of dragons and warcraft in his hands, and his troops were pointing directly at the throne. "What? You said that the army just now was the King's Holy Knights?" Leon spread his hands helplessly, with a creeping frost dragon at his feet. "I thought it was a speed bump..."