King’s Kingdom

August 29, 866 in the Hirkati calendar.

It was late at night, and the bright moonlight had quietly climbed into the mid-air, reflecting the sun's rays, shining against the backdrop of the stars.

The sound of insects and birds was incessant, and the whole camp fell into silence. Occasionally, a few patrolling sentries passed by, and it was just a random routine. From the jugs in their hands, they could see the leopard.

In Skoll II's military tent, a dark shadow shrouded the new prince, and the smell of corruption wafted faintly in the air.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The master's mission must be completed!" The hoarse voice, as if someone had put ashes in his throat, came from out of nowhere, and echoed in the military tent.

"Yes! I will! As long as you give me more power! Give me more power, I will do what you say immediately!" Skoll II's expression was frantic, and while he lowered his voice, he seemed Lose your mind.

"You already have 200 vampire servants, how much more do you want! Procrastinating for the master, do you want more?" The voice in the shadow seemed to become angry, and the tone became more sinister and terrifying.

"Okay, but after I capture the Kingdom of Rhine, you must give me more power! I want to become the emperor of the Hilkati Empire! The real emperor! Sweep down all the rebellions, the supreme and great emperor!" Skoll II The world looked gloomy and seemed to have regained its composure.

"Don't worry! How noble is my master, he will never break his promise!" The shadows circled, and finally dissipated in the air like smoke, nowhere to be found.

"It's not a good thing at first glance, but I don't care!" Sikele II looked at his hand in a trance, this kind of black shadow that came and went without a trace and exuded a stench naturally wouldn't be a good thing, he Very clear about this.

However, in order to accomplish the great cause that two generations could not do, in order to become the real emperor of the empire, in order to make the country glorious again, he would spare no expense, even if it was to cooperate with such a disgusting thing of unknown origin.

"Wait until I unify the empire, who cares what you are!" Skoll II threw his fist fiercely, as if to strengthen his determination and confidence.

With the passage of time, one by one, the lords and nobles are bringing their own troops together. This is also a helpless move for the Northern Empire. These nobles used to be the commanders of various military regions.

Because the wars are too frequent, the territory is constantly alternating between several forces. Today it is still the territory of this "emperor", and tomorrow it will be under the rule of another monarch.

It is not too much to change the king's flag at the head of the city. Under such circumstances, not to mention whether the monarchs have the ability to send officials to local management, even those qualified officials are unwilling to serve in these dangerous places. Therefore, in order to consolidate the rule, the military and political power had to be devolved, and the feudal system was successfully restored.

On April 30, the Lan Yin army was only 60 kilometers away from the border between the two sides. In these three days, they ran for a full 120 kilometers, and the marching speed was almost unprecedented.

However, the situation is no longer optimistic. Although every fighter is proficient in riding, but for three full days of high-intensity marching, the mounts under their crotch can no longer support them, and they have already collapsed.

However, in order to maintain the suddenness of the attack and prevent the enemy from gathering more troops, Theodosius had to choose to continue.

Riding on the back of a trotting packhorse, Theodosius was accompanied by several chief military officers, whose purpose was to report the situation of the army under their command.

"All the soldiers left behind have reached 1,500 people?" Theodosius frowned. He was still a full day and a half away from the enemy's position. This has already left so many soldiers behind. If this continues , I am afraid that at least 3,000 people will be left behind when they reach the battlefield!

"Yes, Your Majesty, do you think you slowed down a little?"

Hearing the words, Theodosius also felt that this was really not the way to go. He glanced at the exhausted team, pondered for a while, and said, "I can understand your feelings very well, and I also see the fatigue of the soldiers. But for the life and death of the kingdom, please persevere! We are definitely not the enemy's opponents in frontal combat, only in this way can we win a chance for us!"

"Warriors!" Theodosius galloped on his horse, he walked back and forth in the front and back of the team, shouting loudly: "The enemy is coming, they have bad intentions, destroying our country and enslaving our people is their only one. Goal! As your king, I must take the responsibility of protecting you! A king without the support of his subjects is powerless! Please lend me your strength! Dedicate your strength to your king, and let me use this strength to defend , defend your family! Defend your property, defend our home!"

Theodosius really had no choice. The long march had worn down the morale of these soldiers a lot. If it continued like this, grievances would surely breed, but the march could not be stopped. He could only do his best to make the soldiers understand his own situation. practice.

The effect of such a speech is not bad, at least no one complains, Theodosius can only hope to arrive as soon as possible, and then, as he thought, send the enemy back to his hometown in one fell swoop.

"You said, does His Majesty's method really work?"

"Why do you say that? I think Your Majesty's decision is right!"

In the evening, in the temporary camp, Earl Spencer, the general of the Kelsey Military Region, sighed, looking up at the starry sky and speaking to Earl Migandvin next to him, as if with great anxiety.

"Whether His Majesty's plan will work is still unknown, but the soldiers have fallen behind so much, and he still insists on going his own way, without any intention of changing his order. I think the number of soldiers who will eventually reach is probably less than 8,000!" Earl Spencer closed He closed his eyes, as if he was saying something unspeakable.

"What role can these 8,000 people play? That's a huge army of at least 25,000 people! Is your Majesty really a fool for being a member of the Northern Empire? 25,000 people can't beat 8,000 people?"

Earl Spencer finally tried to see in the horrified eyes of Earl Migandvin: "I think, Your Majesty is blinded by the so-called favor of the gods and has lost his mind, maybe we should think of other ways. !"

"Do you know what you're talking about?!" Earl Migondevin suddenly stood up and shouted at his friend in anger: "That is our king! The only legitimate heir of the Lanyin kingdom! How dare you slander your majesty like this? !You are not afraid…"

"What have I to be afraid of?" Earl Spencer whispered, interrupting Earl Migandvin: "I would not hesitate to accompany him to death, but I will lose the entire Rine Kingdom. Not reconciled!"

"Don't say anything like that anymore, I didn't hear anything today!" Earl Migandvin walked away in despair. He didn't want to and didn't dare to listen to it anymore.

No one noticed that Earl Spencer's strange smile was on the corner of Earl Spencer's mouth after Earl Migandvin left.