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The ruins of the mountain city of Gulda in the middle of the night.

More than a dozen Eastern Roman mercenaries quietly evaded the patrolling city guards and extended a long rope to lower the young man named Afelic and several of his companions to the bottom of the cliff.Afelic took his entourage and quickly dived into the darkness towards the haunted side of the expeditionary force.

A few miles away, the expeditionary force has a small outpost that is extremely secretive.

Aifelik and the others walked past without noticing, but the two Blood River Guards and several Pegasus disciples flashed almost at the same time, and everyone was holding a small crossbow in their hands.

As long as there is a slight change, Afelic believes that he will be shot into a hedgehog. Although he has a certain degree of confidence in his martial arts, no matter how martial arts he is, he can face several hand crossbows that can be connected.He dare not do stupid things.And he didn't do something stupid, he came to negotiate, not to attack.

Each of these opponents in blood-red clothes has superb martial arts skills, and they are as ruthless as they are merciless. They have always been the enemies that Eastern Roman soldiers fear most in the face.

Even those heavy cavalry in black armor are not as terrifying as men in blood-red clothes. They are simply blood-red gods of death who reap human lives.

Afelic hurriedly whispered in Greek: "We are here for good intentions, not to fight." He knew that many of his opponents could understand and use Greek, of course Roman was similar, but he was afraid that speaking Roman would offend the opponent.

Two men in blood-red clothes whispered to each other.The voice is strange and Afelik can't understand it at all.

The weapon was confiscated, the eyes were blindfolded by the dream, the hands were tied, a big fellow was struggling quietly, but immediately the opponent punched him in the chest and abdomen, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, and passed out.Afelic knew that the other party was threatening to kill him if he really wanted to kill him.No need for any bindings or anything like that.

Although I don't know whether the negotiation will be successful, at least the opponent in the first step is not as bloodthirsty as the legend said, killing people on sight.

Afelic was led by a rope for a long distance, and then he was separated from several companions. In the end, he should be locked in a room alone. Several people asked a few words in Greek, and some people quickly went out and galloped away.Hoofing Qi seemed to be reporting to the leader above.Someone asked him why he came here, and suddenly he heard the man who should be called 'Rofin' talking to two other men in some strange language, and finally 'Rofin' asked a few more words in blunt Greek The number of people traveling together.Finally let him wait.

I don't know how long it took to hear a voice outside.

Afelic felt someone come in and then the voice of 'Rofin' told him to follow.

The rope in his hand had untied the blindfold but hadn't taken it off yet.After walking less than a hundred steps, it seemed that he had entered another room.It's warm inside.After taking off the blindfold and dazzled by the light, Afelic was surprised to find that the big tent was full of people, and he stood in the center under the gaze of everyone.

The young and handsome coach sat next to him, accompanied by a white old man with books and notes in his hand.

Afelic guessed that maybe it was the 'interpreter' of the conversation because the white old man should be from Eastern Rome with his high nose and deep eyes.Although there are two rows of people sitting next to the pale young coach, the man on the left is a bearded man who will not be very old.And those on the right.It was a yellow-faced man in bronze armor,

In the tent, every face of death that is not familiar to Eastern Roman soldiers is sometimes a powerful man with a long strange knife.The presence of Mag's bearded companion brings blood and blood.A man with eyes as sharp as a blade. He is the leader of the black armored cavalry. The little man with strange power, 'Luofen', and his companion, the one-eyed man.There is also a black-faced man who is big but the weakest among the enemies, and there are several men here, all of whom are famous killers.

Anyone in this account who believes that he can easily kill himself, Afelic reckons that he is even a bit difficult to tie with the biggest black-faced man, because the black-faced man's luck is too good. A shot means that the horse's hoof slipped, or the wrong weapon was taken, or even the armor fell off and the foot slipped during the duel, and other unlucky things happened.

No matter whether they can beat this big black-faced man or not, none of them will be spared. The reason is too bad luck.

Many people don't believe in evil, but more than a dozen people lose out inexplicably. Everyone thinks that this big black-faced man is a lucky star in the world.

A duel with this kind of person who seems to have the protection of a god behind his back is simply a terrible failure.

"What's your name?" The young coach startled Afelic as soon as he spoke, because the young coach's Greek was almost the same as his own. It is doubtful whether he is a Greek.

"My awe-inspiring generals, my name is Afelik. This time I came here to discuss with you generals about the cooperation between our nearly ten thousand mercenaries and your army." Afelik cleared his throat slightly, calmed down and said: "We It is only a matter of employment to the Eastern Romans and they have abandoned us so we decided to negotiate with your army in exchange for life and freedom."

"Life and liberty?"

The young coach clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Good point. But I have a little doubt whether you have the ability to be free. You also know that when your mercenary regiment returns to Eastern Rome, they will kill the mercenary. Maybe you will beheaded. If you are sent to the arena or any mine to be coolies, you have no freedom at all. What do you want to talk to us about? What can you talk to us about?"

"We have freedom..." Afelic gritted his teeth. He said firmly: "If not, we will use our own to seize freedom." "

"Like Spartacus?" The young coach suddenly asked, "Do you have the courage and talent of Spartacus?"

"I think I can be Justinian! If you know Justinian." Afelic was ready to endure the other party's ridicule.

"Ambition." The young coach didn't laugh at him. On the contrary, he nodded but asked slowly: "Even if you have the talent of Justinian, you don't have an army, you don't have a country, you don't have power, you don't have weapons, you don't have support." Your people. You don’t have the wealth to support your country, you don’t have anything, and you know that ambition alone is not enough.”

I have soldiers who have loyally followed me since my father's generation and they have followed my family just as Alexander took over his father's soldiers and I have thousands of followers.I have another ally, Charlemagne, a man as good as myself.He is also a fallen royal family, but he has more than [-] good men following him. In our hometown, we own a large area of ​​land and people who are oppressed under Eastern Rome. "Aifeilik tried his best to persuade the other party to describe it.

"What can tens of thousands of people do?" The young commander smiled and said, "Our soldiers are far superior to yours. We have the best weapons and ships and endless wealth, do you understand what I mean?"

"Respected Commander. There is only an empty shell left in Eastern Rome, and he is simply unable to deal with more enemies." Eflick gritted his teeth and said: If the respected commander is willing to let us go back, we can become allies and fight against Eastern Rome. We can pay you what you need if you will say what you need from East Rome. "

"Surrender." The young coach smiled lightly. He stood up and walked to Afelik's face, although he was looking at him.But it made Aifeilik feel as if he was looking up from a high mountain.The young coach looked at Afelik's eyes and said, "Behind us there is a man who is more powerful than me and everyone here, like a god-like king."

"What we have done is to obey his orders. All the land in the world will belong to his name, and the whole world will be surrendered under his feet." The young coach looked at Aifelik.Although the words were soft, they were as shocking as thunderbolts when they stopped in Afelic's ears.The young coach said indifferently: "In the world, there can be people like Justinian, Spartacus, Hannibal, Caesar, Octavian, King David, Solomon, and even Alexander. But they must be his subjects. Because he is the most powerful man in the world, the emperor of the whole world and all races."

"What are the conditions for surrender? Slavery? Is it the offering of gold?" Afelic never imagined that someone wanted to conquer the whole world. This was something that Alexander never imagined. Go all over let alone conquer them all.

"The gold we have is not needed to build a city of Rome with gold bricks." The young coach smiled slightly: "The surrender we need is awe from the bottom of our hearts. We want to let the whole world know who is really The first step we are doing about the emperor is to let the self-righteous kings, such as the kings of Eastern Rome or Persia, understand what it means to be strong and submit."

"Are you here just to show your majesty and not to plunder?" Aifeilik couldn't help crying out.

"Compared to our wealth, Eastern Rome and Persia are nothing at all. We don't have to loot anything unless we let them understand what it means to be strong in order to declare majesty." The young coach looked into Afelik's eyes and kept looking into his From the bottom of my heart, I said lightly: "Swear to submit to us forever, to our Emperor Afelik, you are the next Justinian."

"I and I have a good friend named Charlemagne" Afelic swallowed hard.

"He can also be another Justinian." The young coach looked at Afelik and smiled, "Maybe you can take this news back to discuss with your friends first."