The traces of the battlefield were suspicious, the attackers did not leave a living mouth, and all the bodies were burned, but Arpad Andrasfi Solomon, a battle-hardened monarch, quickly recognized the course of the battle from the tracks of the horses' hooves, the sprints, spins, detours of the cavalry, and most importantly, there were no feathered arrows on the scene, only broken spears.

If it weren't for the steppe tribes, who else would be able to hijack a heavily armed convoy in this area? Solomon knew he had to find the cavalry as soon as possible, or his future would be bleak.

Since he was forced to abdicate more than a decade ago, his life has been slipping into a low point, and he remembers the day he had an argument with his mother when he returned from defeat, with white feathered arrows stuck in his iron armor and the top of his helmet nearly torn in half, and he managed to escape from the pursuit of the Duke of Gaisha, only to have to endure the old woman's constant scolding in Greek.

On that day he lost all his army, his banner, and the golden crown of Constantinople, and all his pride, and King Solomon, the son of Arpad and the leader of the Magyars, became the enemy of the kingdom from that day on, and only existed to destroy the children of Bella.

However, more betrayals followed, including his own mother and wife. Finding that there was no hope of reversing the rout, his wife's brother, Henry IV, was disappointed and evacuated from Pressburg, leaving everything behind and going to Germany in the hope of retrieving the woman's heart, only to be humiliated by a Pole who had already won his wife's heart.

Since then, he has decided to take revenge on everyone, he married the daughter of a nomadic chieftain, lured the other side to invade with the bait of ceding Transylvania, and now even joined his father-in-law Kuteshek in his war against the Roman Empire.

If he knew that his daughter had been taken away, Kuteshkberg would never let him go.

Solomon's mind was swirling and distraught - it was not hard to imagine that if the guy who had robbed his wife was right in front of him, he would make the other person regret leaving the womb!

"Fasten up the horse's belly belt, and we'll chase the bastards who did these to the death."

After saying that, Solomon buckled his hat and helmet, and ordered his subordinates to blow the bone whistle of hunting, and a large number of Magyar cavalry began to gather like wolves rushing in the field.

"Why did you take her?" Maeve asked, pointing to the woman tied to the horse.

"I don't believe those people were sent to death just to protect a chief's favorite concubine." Angus didn't look back, "She must be worth more than she claims!" ”

"I can interrogate those slaves."

"There's no need, she doesn't know how to lie, those slaves live off it."

With an entire army of guards in place, Angus's troops now looked like those of the people of war, and he finally felt safe enough.

Until falcons began to appear.

The Cuman mercenaries' warnings were not without merit, and Angus, realizing what was happening, quickly changed his original plan: to travel north in disguise, through Dobruga, and into the port of Isacia, which was still connected by sea to the capital.

The pursuers must have come from Drasta, the old fortress of the Bulgarian Tsar on the Danube, in the south, and the target of these pursuers was apparently the convoy that had been returning to Drasta from the Yukchen Sea front, where the main Pecheneg forces were located.

Dark shadows were still hovering in the air, and in the distance were charred impact plains and bushes, and Angus knew that his team would not be able to escape their pursuit in such an environment, let alone continue to move forward, to remain hidden under the tail of an enemy army.

Leaving the Danube and heading north is the Carpathian Mountains, which are also alien to the guides in the army, and there is only one option left: cross the Algesh River to the west and enter the mountains in the south.

"Let's go to Troy Canyon and go to Sedika!"

Between Sedika and the capital was a military avenue, a mountain fortress that served as the northwestern barrier of the empire, guarding the main road to Adrianople, while also covering the Macedonian flank to the south.

The upper reaches of the Argeš River have two branches, which flow from the Carpathians into the Danube in the south, and with the Yalomica River, which runs from east to west, forming a trident, and which flows up to the territory of the Magyars, the Kingdom of Hungary, which the Greeks called "Turkey".

Angus did not know the familiarity of his pursuers with this path, he only knew that he had no other choice: to the south there was the Paulese rebels of Traulos, who controlled the Velatova Pass into Thrace; To the north is a huge coalition of tribes, and a large white tent stretches across the sea of grass.

The captives on horseback suddenly groaned, as if they could no longer bear the pain caused by this position.

Her slaves had been skillfully executed by the Cuman mercenaries, so she did not dare to plead with the mercy of her enemies, but her stomach was churning, and she could only curl up on her horse's back and retch towards the grass.

She could not understand the language of these men, just as she could not understand the language of her own husband, and since she had been captured, only a fierce Greek interpreter had interrogated her, and she replied with a lie: nothing more than the experience of the concubines in her father's tent, and she did not know that she did not know that she did not have the melancholy and jealousy of a woman on her face, that she did not understand the eternal anxiety of being sick and uncared for, of the corruption of her face and body. She didn't know anything about any of this, and she didn't know that her lies had been seen through.

If she had been through what had happened to those women, she would have understood that her best bet was to tell the truth and make it clear to her enemies that she was truly worth.

The common denominator of human beings is ignorance, and Angus is no exception to this.

That night, the deposed king of Hungary, Solomon, received the news of the first sentinels, and the royal family, who was best at falconry in his life, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then exhaustion struck, after all, his prime had passed, and the thought of being forced into such a situation by a group of horse thieves could not help but lament, Arpad Solomon could not help but lament, he had played with his cousin Edgar when he was a child, when he was the heir to the throne, and his cousin was still the son of an exile, who would have thought that now his cousin was one of the most powerful monarchs in the West, and he himself had become a nomadic chieftain who slept in the wilderness.