In Lalisha's dungeon, Harald, the commander of the Varangian Guard, was held in solitary confinement, the dark and damp dungeon was only lit by candles, and the dim space hid an unknown coldness.

Once the prisoners here are imprisoned, they do not see the light of day all year round, and walking in the corridors of the dungeon there is a faint ghost wind howling, which is terrifying.

Riddle walked into the cell alone, standing on top of the bar, leaning down to look at the swarthy water beneath his feet, a vague figure pinned to the wall.

The man's lowered head was obscured by long hair, and it was difficult to see his face, who would have thought that the general of the empire would suffer in such a small water prison.

Riddle sighed slightly and asked, "My lord, can you still hear me?" ”

The originally lifeless head was raised, and the face covered by the long black hair could not see his expression clearly, but a pair of sharp eyes still leaked murderous aura, and the male master did not give in even if he was in prison, and the torture of the water prison did not make Harald lose his mind.

"Tell me, what have you brought for that usurper?"

As a sign of respect, Riddle knelt on the iron fence and crouched in front of the bar, he whispered.

"Lord Alexei has asked me to bring you a message, and he wants you to stand up to his legitimate claim to the throne and persuade Theodosius, the commander of the Third Legion, so that he will not only release you immediately, but also entrust you with the important task of giving your family the position of commander of the Imperial Army for generations to come."

Harald looked at him in surprise, although he didn't know if this was what Alexei thought or Riddle thought, but the conditions were very lucrative, and the temptation given was very attractive, but it would only be fulfilled if they could seize the throne.

Harald jerked up, his chains in a straight line with the iron nails in the wall, straight but unable to break free, his face pressed against the edge of the iron fence, and said with a mocking sneer.

"With Alexei that shit, what else would he do besides flattering Westerners when he was in power? If you come to me now, it is Theodosius outside the city who has caused you a lot of suffering! If even he can't defeat him, when the emperor returns to the army, it will be time for you to die without a place to be buried! ”

The two looked at each other in a straight eye, and finally Riddle stood up and stepped away, saying with regret, "General Harald, your prejudice is an insult to Lord Alexei, and if your opinion is true, then you may have to stay in this dark place forever." ”

Harald's body retreated backwards, retreating into the darkness, and a faint sentence came out: "There is no love in this world for no reason, you just want me to stand up and call for more people to join your plot, so that the hot-blooded Viking warriors will pay for Alexei's ethereal daydreams!" ”

Riddle looked at the vague figure in the water dungeon, he knew that his purpose was a failure, but he was not unable to deal with Theodosius's tortoise shell outside the city, but it would take more time.

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The next day, outside Larissa, another large army had gathered, and Riddle, after consulting Alexei, led the Varangian Guard and the Auxiliary Legion to the Third Legion's camp again.

There are still a lot of uncleaned blood stains left in the place of yesterday's battle, and the arrows stuck in the ground bear witness to the tragic situation of yesterday's battle, Theodosius, Riddle mentally recited the name.

"Hey! Hi! Hey!"

The soldiers of the Auxiliary Legion were shirtless, sweat running down their bronzed skin, and they pushed the giant trebuchet behind them with all their might, hundreds of people dragging thick ropes, streaks red on their shoulders, and Riddle's hand gripping the reins clenched slightly as they marched with a loud rumbling sound.

The inside of the legion camp was already boiling, Theodosius saw the ten giant trebuchets erected outside, his scalp was slightly numb, in yesterday's battle, the powerful monster only vomited once and beat himself without the power to fight back, this time Riddle no longer kept his hand, then his side was not comfortable.

The soldiers stood behind the barracks, they squatted slightly and poked their heads out to look at the trebuchets, once their own weapons against the city were now in the hands of the enemy, it was impossible not to be afraid, and the soldiers who had seen the scene of the giant trebuchets no longer wanted to look at these big murder weapons.

Centurion Pseros looked at Theodosius, the impact of the oil projectile yesterday had almost killed the Legion's Commander, and the power was still palpitating, and he was panicked when the enemy threw all the trebuchets into his hands today.

"We're out of the camp! This place cannot be defended, and the enemy will burn everything here with flames! Theodosius silently looked at the array of troops who were firing fireballs on the opposite side, and gave the order.

The men of the Third Legion who remained in the camp were in a desperate situation because of themselves, and I couldn't let them die with me in vain, so I had to find a way to repel the Riddle Army or leave Lalisha.

Here the enemy is outnumbered, and once Alexei goes crazy and arms the suppressed Bulgarians, then it will be a terrible disaster, and His Majesty the Emperor must be informed.

Suddenly, Theodosius saw several fiery red suns in the sky rushing towards him, and he did not understand that this was the enemy who had begun to drop fire oil bombs, and the fire oil bombs that smashed into the outer camp area did not hurt anyone, but soon the fire was ignited, and the fire broke out all the way along the camp tent, and the position on the periphery of the Third Army was finished.

"Pseros, you take someone to fetch water to put out the fire, and the rest of the people will shovel the turf with me, and shovel all the turf around the tent!"

Theodosius also had a study of the properties of Greek fire, a black liquid that could not be extinguished even if it was poured with water, and he could only arrange for his soldiers to shovel the grass around the tent before the fire burned to ensure that the fire would not burn into the inner camp again.

Riddle watched as the overwhelming flames burned down the barracks, engulfing the outer camp little by little, the unquenchable Greek fire was carried by the fire oil bombs and sprinkled all over the camp of the Third Legion, and what would be left after the fire, Riddle watched the fire no one wailed and no one hissed, only the crackling sound of the flame ignition, it was really a silent fire.

His face was a little wet, Riddle touched it with his hand, spread out his palm and saw that the water droplets were still in his hand, and slowly the rain appeared, and his subordinates all looked at each other, without any psychological preparation for the upcoming rain, this rain was too timely!

God's will?

Riddle watched indifferently as the rain slowly grew stronger in the howling wind, but the irrepressible pain in his heart continued to wait for the right time?

Alexei stood at the head of the city and slammed his fist into the bricks, his eyes shining fiercely.

I don't believe God will not care for me!