Raise your head and look at the rows of rose flags fluttering in the wind on the city walls.

The battlements were lined with sword-wielding city guards, dressed in uniform leather armor and holding weapons, staring straight with their backs like spears.

When the sun sets and the fiery afterglow shines on this city, there is an indescribable majesty and ancient charm.

"King of Pullen? Let's try to check it out. Hey, damn the Welsh, if it weren't for you and me, where would I put hope on the lord of this city! The messenger's helpless face was full of exasperation, but a random hint of anticipation crept into his expression, prompting him to walk towards the hinterland of the harbor city of Pandora.

After much inquiry, the messenger was finally guided by a patrolling city guard to the temporary residence of the King of Pullen. After being informed, King Puren, who was meeting with the nuns and others, agreed to meet with the messenger who had come from afar.

The messenger was invited, and strode into the courtyard with a little excitement.

As soon as he entered, the Scottish envoy saw a young black-haired man sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, with a pair of black eyes and long black and shiny hair, his eyes were bright and occasionally flashed with a few cold flashes, a pair of straight sword eyebrows, and there was an indescribable pride between his eyebrows.

He glanced back and forth with scrutinizing eyes, scanning his head slightly.

"Is that you? Claiming to be the messenger of the King of Scotland, why do you have to see me in person when you come to my royal city of Pullen? “

As soon as the messenger heard the man speak, he immediately understood that he was the greatest lord here, the miraculous King Pullen whom he had been hearing about all along. It is rumored that this king started from scratch and built two cities with more than 100 villagers, establishing a prosperous scene here, and at the same time holding an elite force in his hands, although the number is small, he has repeatedly been able to win more with less, and defeat the strong with the weak.

The messenger looked at the young face and felt that he couldn't believe that such a young man could do so many praised, even admirable things. The messenger thought about it, and involuntarily started to come.

"Hey, stupid Scotsman over there. My king is asking you, and what is your answer?! “

Ni, who was standing aside, frowned unhappily.

At this time, the king of Pullen on the side waved his hand and pointed to the position in front of him to the Scottish messenger. At this time, the messenger finally woke up from a dream, and when he hurried to apologize, he did not realize that King Pullen did not care about this, but asked him to come and sit on the chair opposite.

King Pullen looked at the Neon, Hughus, and other representatives of the nobility of England standing next to him, the eldest son of the Norman king and one of the legitimate heirs to the throne of England, Robert's messenger.

It is said that since coming to Pandora, this poor fellow has been completely conquered by the clean and tidy streets here, as well as the safe and comfortable life. As a result, he suddenly forgot the purpose of his visit, and waited for nearly a week before he woke up from the prosperity and comfort of Pandora. Remembering his aim, he hurried over in a hurry, only to be accompanied by the Scotsman's messenger with his front foot next to the back foot.

However, this also saved King Pullen a lot of effort.

After the three parties sat down, King Pullen was a person who was very efficient and time-conscious, so he didn't have any nonsense and went straight to the heart. There is no other king who has the bad habit of saying anything else before he says anything, as if he did not have any majesty.

King Pullen looked at the envoys from both sides and said, "I have a general understanding of your purpose, but I must tell you that it is impossible for us in the city of Pullen to send troops to reinforce any side, let alone provide you with any free assistance. “

"Quiet, listen to me!"

The Scottish envoy had just stood up and wanted to say something, but was directly pressed back by King Pullen.

King Pulen continued: "There are many reasons why we are unable to reinforce, one is that the military level of the Pulon King City has not yet reached the level of being able to participate in a large-scale melee of tens of thousands of people, and the second is that the complex battle sequence of the Pulon King City is not compatible with you wild soldiers at all, and the equal ratio of the two sides is not 11=2, it should be 11=-1. Not only will there be no way to concentrate your forces, but you may drag each other down, of course, the main thing is that you will drag us down, which is necessary. “

"Finally, haven't you heard about it on your way here?" King Pullen asked, looking at the two messengers.

"Forehead ......"

The two messengers stared at each other with slightly innocent eyes, and then shook their heads in agreement.

"A week ago, our spies noticed that the Welsh were behaving strangely. And after much research, it was finally determined that the Welsh would make a big move in the last week. At this time, Ni on the side stood up and said. Nita had now put on a set of the newly made general's armor made by the Iron Bureau of King Puren, covered with heavy silver armor all over his body, wearing an iron helmet, carrying a delicate longbow behind his back, and carrying a long rose knife at his waist.

Now Ni is no longer the little soldier who used to be guarded in a ragged linen coat with a rotten wooden bow in his hand. Now, under the guidance of King Pullen, he is gradually growing, not only has he begun to have the heart of a general, but he has also learned more and more how to think from the perspective of a commander.

The two messengers almost all eyes lit up at the same time when they saw the armor that Nun was wearing, and their faces were full of amazement and envy staring at the majestic armor.

Nielen snorted, and then said, "The Welsh are going to attack our royal city of Pullon, and they have requisitioned troops from all over the country to form a force of about two thousand men to attack the harbor city of Pandora. This battle is the biggest crisis we have encountered since the establishment of the Pulun King City, and it is also the first thousand-man battle we have fought so far, so at present, our Pulun King City has entered a state of first-level security, and all the military forces in the country are being deployed and deployed, and there is no extra manpower to support you. “

"If you don't have the manpower, can you consider some food?" At this time, the Scottish envoy stood up and asked anxiously. To be honest, this is the most annoying thing that the current Scottish army has encountered, because of the long-term harassment of famine, all the food in Scotland has been given priority to the army, but in this way, the civilians who have not had much food have completely fallen into a state of food shortage, and there have been small-scale riots in various places, and most of them are related to food.

"The English have cut off our access to food from Yorkshire, and we are in dire need of a supply of food to ease the situation at home." The Scottish messenger said.

Ni glanced at King Pullen, who nodded slightly, and then King Pullen said, "There is no problem in giving you food, to be honest, the last thing we lack in King Pullon is food." We have 150~300 fishing boats in Pandora Harbour City just going to sea every day, and the cured meat and fish accumulated in a week are almost enough for us to eat in the whole country of Pleon for a month. “

"That's great!" The Scottish envoy was overjoyed when he heard this, and let out a long breath.

"Wait!" At this time, the other envoy could not sit still, and the envoy from Robert's forces first saluted the king respectfully, and then glanced contemptuously at the Scottish envoy who was sitting with him. He said, "Dear King of Pullen, I only greet you on behalf of my master, Earl Robert. On the subject of grain, allow me to interject and say, have you ever considered making a deal with my master? ”