Turazov did not expect to be sent as a messenger, in fact he thought that once the king of Bohemia saw him, he would definitely cut off his head and stick it in a pointed stake by the roadside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your duke's brother wants to kill me by the hand of the King of Bohemia." Turazov said to Yves.

"You don't have to borrow someone else's hand to kill you, don't worry, you have the entire Duchy of Mecklenburg behind you, and if you are killed, the King of Bohemia will know what he has done." Yves was gnawing on a chicken bone, and he scraped between his teeth with a hook and said to Turazov.

"Hey, I'm not afraid of death." Turazov said forcefully.

Julian's errand was not life-threatening, but he had to cross the river quietly around the Bohemian camp on the east bank, and reach King Otto's camp, a journey that would take about a day and a half to complete.

"So, the Mecklenburgers defeated you?" The King of Bohemia received Turazov in the camp, and he sat in front of the tent beside the arrogant Bohemian nobles, their hands on their weapons at their waists, glaring at Turazov, who looked nonchalant.

"Yes, Your Majesty Boleslav I." Behind Turazov was a soldier holding the Mecklenburg flag, who represented Arrod.

"So you shamelessly surrendered to the Franks." A Bohemian nobleman scolded angrily.

"Ha, what a tenacious and unyielding radar person, it seems that this is nothing more than that." Another Bohemian nobleman said in mocking words.

"Shut up, you pot-bellied fellows, we are worthy of our honor when we confront several times the enemy, and we would not have surrendered if it had not been for the defeat of Litomerice, in the final analysis, it was all due to your incompetence." Hearing the ridicule of the Bohemian nobles, Turazov suddenly exploded, he clenched his fists and glared at the Bohemian nobles, and scolded fearlessly.

"Daring dog minion." The Bohemian nobles were smoked by Turazov's words, and they drew their swords at their waists, ready to dismantle the daring radar.

"Hmph." Seeing the Bohemian nobles draw their weapons, Turazov's heart chuckled, but he still held his head high and his chest held high, looking indifferent.

"Wait a minute, I still want to hear what he brought?" The King of Bohemia raised his hand to stop the agitated nobles, and he did realize that he had made a certain mistake in strategy and took all the Bohemians with him, leaving his original territory empty, giving the Mecklenburgers an opportunity, but how could he have imagined that Arold would be so bold.

"The Duke of Mecklenburg asked for a three-way negotiation." Turazov was secretly relieved to see that the King of Bohemia had stopped the nobles.

"Three-way negotiations?" The King of Bohemia said curiously.

"Yes, the Duke of Mecklenburg heard about the Magyars' increase in tribute, and he thought that in fact, the Franks, Bohemians and Slavs fought all year round because of the Magyars' aggression, so we should unite." Turazov repeated Arrod's words.

"Ridiculous, against the Magyars?"

"Hahaha, what a madman."

"Your Majesty, don't believe such rhetoric." The Bohemian nobles scoffed at Turazov's words, and could the horror of the Magyars be dispelled by Arold in a few words?

"Turazov, you were once a close vassal of the Count of Radar, and I have entertained you in the court, so I hope you will tell how credible the Duke of Mecklenburg's words are for the sake of the friendship of the past?" The King of Bohemia, having fought against Arrod, knew his cunning, but still did not believe in the strength of the Mecklenburgers.

"Your Majesty, I can only say that in fact, even if the Duke of Mecklenburg did not conquer Litomerice, even if the Count of Radarri led us with a hundred times more spirit, I am afraid that we are not the opponent of the heavy cavalry of the Mecklenburgers." Turazov lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said to the King of Bohemia.

"Ridiculous." The Bohemian nobility thought that Turazov had gone mad or had become a lackey of the Duke of Mecklenburg.

"Boom~." At this moment, there was a roar from the direction of the camp of the Duke of Mecklenburg, and the Bohemians could not help but look in that direction, and saw several groups of cavalry rushing out of the camp of Mecklenburg, the most striking of which were the heavy cavalry in bright full-body armor, those Mecklenburg heavy cavalry were armed with huge horse guns, and the horses under their crotch were covered with thick linen, and moved as if the earth was shaking.

"What are they going to do?" Many Bohemians lay down beside the camp's wooden fence with wide eyes and watched the heavy cavalry rushing out of the camp in Mecklenburg, they had never seen such a well-equipped cavalry unit, especially the leather armor of the Bohemians, which was cemented with dung, was gray and unsightly, and smelled unpleasant.

But the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry, with its iron-made armor, glowed brightly in the sun, like a god, and the Bohemians were ashamed.

"Arrod, how can you muster so many heavy cavalry?" Not only were the Bohemians surprised, but even the Mecklenburg vassals were extremely shocked, they did not expect Arold to be so powerful, and Yves blurted out everyone's questions.

"Haha." Arold smiled and winked at Yve, and Ted, who was beside him, explained for Arrod.

"Except for the cavalry in the first three rows, which are fully dressed in iron armor, the rest of the cavalry are wearing sleeveless plate armor." Ted said to the vassals.

"What is sleeveless plate armor?" The vassals asked curiously.

"It's just that the inside is inlaid with iron cloth armor, but there are plate armor hanging on key parts such as the chest." Arold took Ted's words and explained.

"Tsk, even so, this defense is much more powerful than leather armor." Count Ron said in admiration.

"Arrod, how the hell did you have this guy's head?" Yves laughed and put his arms around Arold and said.

"Enough is enough, it's not to support the Teutonic Knights, otherwise I can use such a poor method?" Arold almost fell off his horse by his brother, he grumbled.

As if to show off, the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry came to the outside of the Bohemian camp, and dashed through a circle, and kept running, such as the forest of extra-long horse pistols was very terrifying, and the Bohemians only dared to close the gate of the fortress, and watched the heavily armed heavy cavalry sweep outside the camp.

"What does this mean? Is it a demonstration to us? The Bohemian nobles looked at the heavy cavalry that had swept past the perimeter of the camp and returned to the camp in Mecklenburg, and their ears were buzzing with the sound of horses' hooves, and they questioned Turazov with ugly faces.

"Maybe!" Turazov could only shrug his shoulders, he was out anyway, the big deal was death.

"It seems that your master is telling us that if we don't agree, we will use these heavy cavalry to level our camp!" The king of Bohemia said to Turazov with a sneer.

"Your Majesty, neither the Mecklenburgers nor the Saxons are easy to mess with, and the defeat of the Count of Radar is already a case in sight, so please think more about it for the sake of the entire Bohemian tribe." Turazov pleaded again with the King of Bohemia.

"Understood, tell your master, I agree to a negotiation." The King of Bohemia narrowed his eyes, in fact, he did not have many options in front of him, although the entire tribe had 10,000 people, but it was blocked on both sides of the Elbe, there were wolves in front and tigers in front of him, and he had to make compromises in order to survive.

"A wise choice." Turazov's hanging heart finally relaxed, and he bowed to Boleslav I.

Less than half a day later, King Otto of East Francia agreed with Arold to meet for a tripartite peace meeting in a village near the Archdiocese of Brandenburg on the upper Elbe.

Brother Robert was now riding his horse and panting back to the Duchy of Bavaria, and he did not have time to take a sip of water, nor did he have time to catch his breath, so he hurried to the castle of the Duke of Bavaria.

"Lord Duke, I want to see Lord Duke." Brother Robert entered the castle, and because the guards of the castle knew that he was a servant of the duke, they allowed him to break into the residence of the duke of the castle, his voice echoing through the cloister.

"The Duke is in the bedroom." A servant who could not dodge, after being grabbed by Brother Robert, pointed in the direction of the duke's bedroom, and Brother Robert left the servant and rushed over.

"Ping~." The door to the Duke's bedroom was slammed open by Brother Robert, and the moment the door opened, he was greeted by the smell of ointment mixed with the smell of decay, and he couldn't help but cover his nose.

"Si~~, Huh~~." The Duke of Bavaria lay on the bed, his throat making a terrible tugging sound, and though his eyes were wide open, he could not move a finger.

"Lord Duke, God, what's going on?" Brother Robert was stunned by the scene in front of him, after convincing the King of Bohemia, he went non-stop to lobby among several of Otto's brothers, and when he learned that the Bohemians had defeated the coalition of the Saxon generals, he was ecstatic, and at this time, as long as the Duke of Bavaria raised the pole, everything could be done, but he did not expect that in the end it would be peaceful, so he hurriedly rode back to Bavaria.

"Look, that's what happens when you shake your lips and listen to your serpent-like words." At this time, from the side of the Duke of Bavaria's bed, a man sitting on a wooden chair said.

"Who is it?" Brother Robert hurriedly looked over, and could not see the other party's face clearly in the darkness.