Chapter 389: Mutation (2)
No, the Count of Rasmo obviously didn't care what the dwarven commander in front of him was thinking or what kind of personality he had, he was more concerned about how much his interests could be guaranteed through this contact, and the moment Meadis entered the tent, the reserve on his face immediately turned into a flattering smile, and he took three steps and two steps to come to Meadis and stretched out his right hand full of jewels, like a fat woman: "You are too polite, Your Excellency Meadis." β
"Humph!"
Diego snorted disdainfully, stood in the doorway, and turned to look at the dwarven soldiers who were practicing outside.
A flash of disgust flashed in Meadis's eyes, ignoring Count Rasmo's outstretched hand, only nodding slightly, and walking to the chair in the tent.
Count Rasmus awkwardly withdrew his right hand, which had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, turned around and stepped forward to perform aristocratic etiquette, laughed dryly, and sat down opposite Meadis.
The two looked at each other silently for a long time, and Count Rasmo broke the awkward deadlock with a sneer, and said, "At your call, Lord Meadis, I, Rasmo, your incomparably faithful servant has come to your tent and is at your command. β
Meadis hummed noncommittally, and turned his gaze to the rows of dwarven hoplites outside the tent who were in full steel armor, holding giant tower shields wrapped in iron sheets, and holding one-handed war hammers, and said as if asking and talking to himself: "Your Excellency has seen these warriors, right?" β
"Of course, of course, this is the hoplite known as the hammer of war, and it is indeed an invincible army worthy of its name, yes. It's better to be famous than to meet. It's really the best of the best! Rasmus nodded repeatedly.
Mayadis bowed slightly, but a gleam flashed in his seemingly casual eyes, which really made Count Rasmo break out in a cold sweat, and then asked coldly: "So, Your Excellency the Count, what about you, including their decision?" β
Count Rasmo, under the stern gaze of Mayadis, was a little unable to sit still, and he fumbled with a delicate scroll from his bosom. Carefully handed it to Meadis and said flatteringly: "We are demons, Bodo. The three provinces of YvesjΓΆ will all be gathered under the banner of the incomparable glory of the Dwarven Empire. I. Rasmo. Goering, Deborah and other three dukes, as well as all the nobles and people of the Three Provinces, swore allegiance to His Majesty, the emperor of the great dwarven kingdom. Always a vassal state of the Dwarven kingdom and a loyal ally to help. And this is the letter of intent signed by the three dukes. Please take a look. β
Mayadis took the scroll. But he didn't immediately look at it, but handed it to the adjutant standing behind him, and Aeolini turned and walked out of the tent. In a short time, a pair of bipedal dragoons soared into the sky from the endless barracks and flew in the direction of the royal capital of the dwarven kingdom.
"Your Excellency Count Rasmo, you know that I want more than this, I am not interested in these deals related to politics, and now I have completed the task of delivering the surrender of you cowards, Your Excellency,"
Mayadis tapped the table with his fingers like a small mallet, and said coldly: "What I want is intelligence, military intelligence, you know, I am a soldier, my first concern is the specific information on the deployment, movement, and intention of action of all troops in the entire Ostiga Empire, and of course, the food reserves, financial reserves and the so-called strength of those fools behind you, etc., and you, Your Excellency the Earl, believe you can give me a satisfactory answer!" β
"Aha, my esteemed Lord Meadis, of course. Hehe, the information you need, we have already prepared, of course we will satisfy you, trust me, and we also have good strength. β
Although Count Rasmo was tempted to reconcile them rather than surrender, the time-savvy nobleman was at once freed from this senseless entanglement, and in a panic took another parchment scroll from his bosom and respectfully handed it to Meadis.
The Iron King's fingers were thick but dexterous, and he gently untied the ribbon from the scroll. He silently memorized the above content, but there was no expression on his face, and only the focused eyes could prove his attention to this text...... I don't know how long it took, but Mayadis let out a long breath, carefully put the sheepskin scroll close to his bosom, straightened his expression, and turned his gaze to Count Rasmo, who was already a little restless.
"Well, Your Excellency, do you think that our work is satisfactory to you? It took a lot of effort for our Lord Duke to get this, and believe me, we are still very strong. β
Count Rasmus was a little apprehensive, but also a little complacent, but the staring eyes of Meadis made him swallow the words that boasted about him.
"How many troops do you have?" Like a beast that wants to choose a man to eat, Meadis asked in a cold, terrible voice.
"When...... While...... Of course, Lord Meadis,"
Count Rasmo felt that he was facing a beast that could devour him at any time, and he hurriedly wiped the cold sweat that was constantly dripping from his forehead with a silk handkerchief, trying to calm his trembling voice, "You see, we have the armies of three provinces, and those are three integrated corps. Add in the lord's private armies of the three provinces, and you'll have more than 200,000 powerful allies. With our cooperation, the coalition forces will definitely be able to take Heidelberg. Of course I think you'd be happy to do that, right, Your Excellency? Aha, what a wonderful thing. So, as a loyal ally of your country, do you think your Emperor will agree to our terms? β
He was already a little fluttering, and the more he talked, the more energetic he became, and even he was a little intoxicated with his eloquence.
Meadis snorted coldly and said coldly: "Noble dwarves will not be like you humans who have betrayed your motherland and race, as long as you do well, our majesty will naturally not break your word." β
"Of course, haha, of course."
Count Rasmo smiled a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but greet all the women of the old thing family in front of him, but he didn't know where to pour the bitter water in his heart, "Am I easy, I, who wants to betray their motherland and race?" It is the reigning Fei Wenlie Eighteen who does not leave a way for these local lords to live, first increase local supervision, reduce local military spending, strengthen the construction of the central army, and then requisition the lord's private army to fight with the orc empire, this is clearly eradicating dissidents, if this continues, our local nobles are really going to decline. As for credibility...... The underground dwarves, who are known for their wickedness and cunning, have the face to tell me what reputation, which is extremely hateful!! β
But on the surface he had to pretend to be a lowly one who would gladly accept it, and Count Rasmus decided that when he returned, he would carve a little wooden figure of Meadis and curse him every day.
"Okay, go back, go back to your master, and do as I tell you. Otherwise he will know the consequences of disobeying me. ! Meadis shouted to see off the guests.
"Yes, yes, yes. Dear Lord Meadis, the villain has retired. β
With a hurried confession, Count Rasmo ran out of the tent.
Diego glanced coldly at the back of Count Rasmo, turned to his father, who was sitting in his seat, and stopped talking. Just then, Meadis spoke.
"Diego, I know what you're thinking, you're thinking, if you smash a waste like him into a pulp, why do you have to cooperate with him, with the strength of our coalition this time, even if you don't rely on this group of villains, you will have a great chance of winning. You want to beat your opponent fairly on the battlefield. β
Diego looked down and said, "Yes, father. We defeat the weak, shameless human beings by strength. β
"Fair?"
Mayadis sneered, "What's fair, it's just the garbage that only keeps zΓ i in the minds of idiots." If there is really fairness in this world, then you open your eyes and take a good look, how many times have human beings played an unfair role in history since ancient times!? Elves, dwarves, orcs, including dragons, and none of them possess a body more powerful than humans, and it is fair to say that humans cannot defeat these once powerful races. But in fact? You should know that one by one they fell at the feet of humans, and this is called fairness. If it weren't for the so-called fairness, we wouldn't have been driven to a place like the Dark Regions. β
"And now, within humanity, there is also this unfair existence."
After changing his tone, Meadis also calmed down his excitement and said slowly: "You also saw that Count Rasmo." The earl, the noble blood of the human race, stands behind the three grand dukes who want to divide one side. They also feel that it is unfair and want to gain more power, so they beg us in a low voice, because now only we can give them the benefits they need, so they are prostrate at our feet like dogs, and this is what they think is 'fair'. β
Meadis lifted his military uniform, revealing a scar nearly two feet long that ran across his entire chest and abdomen, only to hear him say flatly: "After I got this scar when I was an adult trial, fairness will not appear in my dictionary, it made me understand that only true strength and wisdom are the only guarantee of survival in this world." It is fair for a wolf to eat a sheep, it is fair for a master to dispose of a slave, and the law of fairness in this world is to eat the jungle. So, put away your naΓ―ve thoughts, really face the reality, and if you have strength, you have fairness. β
Mayadis's tone softened, his eyes were full of kindness, and he gently patted Diego on the shoulder and said, "Diego, you still have a long way to go." The law of fairness is made by the victors, in the past we have not taken advantage of the unfairness among those human beings, so every war ended in defeat, this time we will adopt a new strategy, so that those weak human beings can see that there is also hope for a good life if they obey us, which will greatly reduce their resistance and make it easier for us to conquer the surface more quickly. β
"Yes, Father, I see." Diego bowed his head. (To be continued......)