The Holy Roman Empire is like a volcano that is dormant for a while, but at any time it is brewing a more violent eruption; The Eastern Roman Empire was like a wreck in the wind, faintly revealing signs of defeat.

For Edgar, the German war had taught him a new lesson: with the might of the Norman cavalry, it was no problem to cross the wilderness of the western plains, but in the complex terrain of the German Black Forest, it was inevitable that people would take advantage of it. Count Rodrigo's generals are naturally unique, but this invasion of a foreign country requires the organization of manpower and material resources, the construction of castles, the clearing of roads, and the transfer of grain, Rodrigo's performance can only be regarded as just qualified. In Edgar's memory, the most outstanding talent in this area was the dead conqueror William, and it seemed that Robert Mallett still had the most potential, and conquest was a troublesome matter, and it was by no means a matter of winning a decisive battle to clear up the big picture.

Fortunately, Saxony was successfully transformed into a frontline border area of England on the mainland, which could be slowly encroached upon by Norman military immigrants, which helped him to buy Norman knights with land and strengthen his control over the two principalities.

The hegemony of the North Sea is becoming more and more solid, the next thing to enter Edgar's eyes is the Mediterranean, which is the real theater of competition and the center of civilization, it just so happens that the old hegemons of the Mediterranean are in full decline, the Saracens and Greeks are declining, the Seljuks and Turkmen herdsmen drink horses and horses, and the army forces Rome, south into Egypt, and north to the Black Sea, which dazzles the major settled peoples, agriculture east of the Zagros Mountains has long been in decline, and now even the towns of Asia Minor are in danger, and the Turkmen tribes are rapidly nomadizing the local area, The main direction of the Seljuk attack was not in the west, and their forces were mostly concentrated in the Caucasus in the north and Egypt in the south.

The Franks would then experience a nine-year drought, followed by a large number of displaced people embarking on armed pilgrimages, a history that Edgar was already familiar with, but after entering this era, he found that the Western world was not ignorant of the situation in the east, and that the pilgrimage route had flourished for at least two hundred years, and although the sea route was closed by the Saracens, the noble and lowly monks and laymen of the West continued to embark on the eastward path, and the grandfather of the current Duke of Normandy died in the east.

The Saracens emerged from the Bedouin tribes and established their own cosmic empire with the Round City in Baghdad as its core. The empire has now been reduced to the pastures of the Oghuz, and the next few hundred years will be the history of the Oriental world being ravaged by waves of nomads from the depths of Asia.

The Byzantine Empire's withdrawal from Syria and then from Anatolia will no longer actually protect the eastern towns, the splendor of Hagia Sophia cannot even be overshadowed by Kiev, and the northern giant city, like Chernihiv and other Ruthenian cities, was completely destroyed by the Tatars and was difficult to recover until the 19th century.

Since then, Persia has not been unified for a hundred years, Rome has seven temples to be destroyed, and within 500 years, the Mediterranean Sea has been the arena of the East and West until the birth of a new overlord.

The fate of East and West has not been completely severed by the rise of new faiths, and the threat of nomads hangs over everyone at any time, just as Attila did before her death.

For Edgar, the best of times were coming, an opportunity to steal the legacies of the two empires and magnify the great achievements of the North Sea pirates, and with the decline of Constantinople, England was revealed. Standing on the top of the white Tower of London, with a bird's-eye view of the fishing boats on the River Thames, Edgar, King of Britain, had the ambition to capture the Trident of Poseidon.

At this time, a black sail appeared to the east of the stone bridge, and the white boat carrying two northern noblewomen finally arrived in the royal city of London.

"It's huge!" The Scottish Queen's maid couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's too ugly...... the queen herself was skeptical of her younger brother's aesthetics, such an ugly black bridge, as the gateway to the royal city, was indeed very rude.

Of course, most of the people on the bridge were traders, and the queen's ships did not dock in the nearby Old Saxon Port.

"What's on that?" The naïve maid asked.

"That's a Saxon spear, which is used to show the head of the thief." The Queen of Scotland replied angrily, she somewhat understood her brother's thoughts, and that the monstrous and violent stone bridge was used to frighten passers-by, a trick that she probably learned from the Franks.

The little maid was visibly frightened, she was not a queen, and at her age of less than sixteen, there was not even a real war in her memory.

Madame Glouoch is accustomed to it, the Highlanders are the same as the Britons of the headhunters, although the ancient Picts have long since abandoned the headhunting rite of passage, but it is still a unique sentiment of the Highlanders to cut off the heads of their enemies with their own long swords in battle.

It is true that the highlanders are not particularly loyal to the clan from which they originate, and the young highlander warriors are more enthusiastic about going south or crossing the sea, not as mercenaries as the Gentiles think, but as adventurers, who can find a banquet hall to fight for their master, and when they are tired of the mead, music, and women provided by the lord, they will go to the next banquet hall to serve.

But this is not the future she wants to arrange for her son, the four seas are home, and I don't know when to die on the battlefield for which self-proclaimed little king.

Glouoch's eyes glanced at the queen, who did not wear a jewel on her body, but naturally radiated with radiance, as if she were a saint.

Even if you are the Virgin Lady herself, I can only choose to betray, and in the end we are all mothers.

She is close to forty years old, and she does not yearn for the love of a young man like the maids around her, and she has only one purpose for returning to her hometown this time.

Edgar must know everything, his son is here, and when she finds Kenneth, she will bring Edgar's eldest son to him, Malcolm is already dead, Morley will be free again, he does not need to send troops to help his son, it is enough to refuse Perth's request for help after the smoke of the North begins.

As long as this is done, she and his son will become the true kings of the highlands.

The white ship had passed through the bridge hole, and above the stern, in the center of the skull like a string of pearl necklaces, the rotten skeleton of Kenneth, the "master blacksmith", quietly watched the mundane of the world.