The world is constantly changing, and just as the royal city of Pullon is on its way to prosperity, the dark clouds of war on the British Isles are already within reach.

Two months later, on May 8, 1086 A.D., and on June 8, the first year of Pullen, in London, the capital of England in the south of England.

There was a gloomy cloud over the city of London, and from time to time there was a flash of thunder, shining on the hurried crowd on the ground.

The people walking on the streets were worried, and their eyes revealed a little uneasiness and impatience for the future. The muddy road was trampled by passing knights and soldiers, and the muddy water was splashed off.

Since half a month ago, martial law has been imposed in the city of London. No one was allowed to enter or leave London, including the nobles, who had to get permission from the royal family. In addition, the East of England legion totaled 2,700 soldiers. All of them were dressed in cloth armor, holding spears and shields, and hurried into London under the leadership of the Legion Commander.

Within a few days, however, England's Southern Army was ordered to march into the vicinity of London and camp on the spot at a distance of less than fifty meters from the Eastern Army. There were daily quarrels between the two sides, and sometimes there were fights between knights, and it was evident that the eastern and southern legions were quite hostile to each other.

The Southern Legion was a unit led by the native nobility of England, and most of the legionnaires and members were natives of England before the Norman Conquest.

Eastern Legion, also known as the French Noble Guard. The predecessor is the descendants of the group of veterans carried by the Norman Duke before the conquest of England, and all the cadres and knights in the command class of the army are people with French background or some connection with the French aristocracy, such as the original Edward Knight is the most typical example, he is a French knight but serves the English nobility, which also has a lot to do with the special status of the Norman Duke himself.

The Norman king is dying, and his successor has not yet been formalized. Originally, the most promising person should be the third son of the Norman king, William Hoover, who is one of the most powerful candidates in the royal family to become king, and his two older brothers are simply his opponents, especially since Hoover has the support of the Eastern Legion, his power has been expanding day by day, and it is almost a matter of time before he finally ascends to the throne.

However, Hoover himself hated the church, or the interference of the Holy See in the kingdoms, at that time. When he was young, Hoover was a hot-tempered man, and once a maid accidentally knocked off his beloved cup, he actually beat the maid to death and cut off her head.

Therefore, although Hoover was a leader who could fight well, he was sometimes extremely brutal and not enough to serve as a king. In addition, Hoover's ego made him quite disgusted with the shackles of the church. For the proud future king of England, the Holy See had so much to offer that he often felt the urge to burn the whole of Rome on fire.

However, the Holy See honestly did not think very well of Hoover, who had always been unhappy and even hostile to the Holy See, and at this time, as Hoover's brother, Robert, the eldest son of William the Conqueror, came into the sight of the Holy See. Robert was not only a docile man, but more importantly, he was very greedy for money and had a good reputation, and he always had a hatred for the Norman king's desire to give the land of England to his third brother.

In addition, young William and Robert were at odds with each other, causing the nobles to fear that they would not be able to please both at the same time. Therefore, it is likely to offend one lord and offend the other (or even both) by pleasing the lord. At that time, it seemed that the only solution was to unite England and Normandy again under the banner of the lords.

So in order to achieve this goal, although most of the nobles still have the idea of waiting to watch the play, in fact, everyone knows that Wilhelm II is undoubtedly Hoover. Once Hoover ascended the throne, he would immediately be supported by the Eastern Legion, and the Northern Legion stationed in Yorkshire would naturally be on the side of the new king. By that time, Hoover, who had the support of the two armies, had no doubt that he had completely mastered the whole of England.

However, the nobles and the Holy See were not reconciled, and they secretly reached an agreement to tamper with the Norman king's suicide note to replace Hoover and enthrone Robert as king, for which the nobles gathered their own troops in the south, and the Holy See also sent the archbishop - Beyodo, as an emissary to prepare for the new king's enthronement ceremony.

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Outside the castle, it was pouring rain and pounding on the bricks.

In a conference room inside the castle, a large group of people sat on either side of the table in three groups, led by two middle-aged men, all armed knights and soldiers. The neutral side of the Holy See is headed by Archbishop Beyoldo, who sits in the middle of the table.

In the dimly lit meeting, a middle-aged man sitting on the right seat was draped in three-foot silk and satin, full of luxury.

He had a long, thin-haired face, a pair of blue eyes that flashed a sly sly glance from time to time, and under his nose, the iconic eight-puffed mustache was none other than William's eldest son, Robert.

"Hoover, my dear brother. You should understand why I did this, there is no way I can give the throne of king to a man as rude and barbaric as you. You have to understand that not everyone can be a king. ”

"I firmly believe that, Brother Robert, but as I believe what you say, I also believe that my father's choice is great and the right one. After all, compared to a person who has not had the slightest honor to use intrigue since he was a child, it is more real for a person like me to kill on the battlefield for ten years with real kung fu. “

The man sitting opposite, his figure is short and stout, pot-bellied, gorgeously dressed, and fashionable and popular. Despite his rough personality, he still has long blonde hair, which is parted in the middle of his face to cover his already bald forehead, and on his red, irritable face, he has a pair of discolored eyes. There are slight freckles on the skin.

When the knights behind Robert heard this, they immediately glared angrily, and with undisguised murderous intent and hostility in their eyes, they stared at Hoover, who had insulted their master, while the sound of swords out of the body was faintly heard in the darkness.

These loyal knights were dishonored in their eyes, and they deserved to be washed away by the blood of their enemies. They don't care who the other party is, as long as the other party is not the lord they swear allegiance to with their swords, then even a king will be cautious when facing the knights of outsiders, especially when facing the knights of other countries.

"Bold!!"

A bang came from the guards behind Hoover, although the number of Hoover's knights was small, but the close guards were among the best among the nobles of the entire kingdom, even the knights who practiced martial arts all year round would be defeated miserably in the face of these elite guards.

When the guards saw that the knight on the opposite side had the abnormal movement of drawing their swords, they shouted angrily!

Almost instantly, all the knights on both sides of the hall drew their weapons at the same time, only to hear a neat "bang", and the guards and knights on both sides rushed to the table at the same time, each using their bodies to protect the lord behind him, glaring at each other with blood-red pupils.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop retreats!" Two religious knights, one on the left and one on the right, set up the archbishop on his throne and stepped back.

Although they knew that the two sides would not harm the personnel of the Holy See, the paladins who accompanied them dutifully protected the archbishop behind them. Then, they watched coldly at the two forces at the center of the battlefield storm.

The archbishop's face was also pale for a while, he didn't expect the relationship between Hoover and his eldest son Robert to be so rigid, just a verbal dispute would lead to each other's swords, it was really hard to imagine that if Hoover became the king of England one day later, and Robert inherited the title of Duke of Normandy, would the two sides directly send troops to fight?

In the field, Hoover and Robert looked at each other coldly, there was no brotherly affection in their eyes, only naked killing intent. In order to compete for the throne of England, Robert tried his best to curry favor with the Norman king, but no matter how much effort and financial resources he invested, the Norman king always only liked Hoover, who was as good at fighting as he was, and did not feel much about Robert's hospitality.

Every time he thought of this, Robert's hostility and hatred towards Hoover deepened. Fifteen years have passed, and Robert, who is now in his thirties, has long since lost his brotherly affection for Hoover. His goal, like his grim gaze, was always on the throne of the King of England.

Robert looked at Hoover and said coldly: "I am the legitimate heir of the Norman king, the first son of the Norman king and one of the legal heirs of the English dynasty, and I deserve to be the king of England as the eldest son!" ”

The dim wait shone on Hoover's indifferent face, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Just rely on you, a little man who has been in Normandy for decades and only knows how to stab a knife in the back, to inherit the throne? Hahaha, there is no more pleasant joke than this. Your arrogance and self-righteousness are just like what you are capable of in bed, you can only look at it but do nothing! ”

Robert glanced at Hoover coldly, trying to provoke him with these few words? No kidding, if Robert had been as angry as his brother, he would have been stripped naked by the old bastards who ate people and didn't spit out bones back in France.

With a wave of his big hand, Robert turned his head and shouted coldly at the knights who were already roaring in vain and trying to rush up: "No one is allowed to move!" This is the place where the king dwells, and whoever dares to mess with me will be pushed into a position of enmity with the Norman king! Put away your swords for me, go back and stay quiet! ”

Robert's knights, despite their indignant expressions, followed Robert's orders. There was a sound of swords being unsheathed, and the French knights from Normandy stared at the person opposite them with grim faces, and there was no other movement