While everyone was plotting for their position, no one noticed the huge portal set up on the Koman border and the Norman Emperor and his army, this vast army of destruction numbered as many as 50,000, although it didn't sound like much, but all of them were made up of elites, most of the dragoon regiments were gathered here, and the strong troops of the various member countries were also here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that this doesn't make the Norman Emperor Winster happy, just like his old rival, the St. Orlando Empire, the allies are almost useless except for the economic and military advantages that can complement each other, even if he is now standing on the enemy's territory and preparing to directly attack the imperial capital El Carloon, he has to deal with the domestic bullshit incident.

“… Last month, the dwarves from Yongzhi Peak once again protested, demanding three million pounds of various rations from the Norman Empire and an application for the execution of Earl George, Your Majesty, I have to say that their thirst is too much, just the continuation of the drought requires us to provide such a huge amount of food for less than 100,000 dwarves, as for the request for execution, it is already the twenty-third time, I don't know what you think? ”

"Do you need to say it? Let those dwarves die, they think I have the underpants of the goddess of harvest or the illegitimate child of the goddess of the earth? Where do I go to get food for them, don't they know about the actions of our army? Isn't George just the wife of their king, what's there to worry about, the apology has already done enough face, even Lao Tzu came to apologize What do you want? ”

"So do you just reject the dwarves?"

"Are you a pig? Explain the difficulties of the Empire to me in the most sincere tone, and then broadcast some oats or something from the warehouse to them, and then let George, the dissolute who has more than enough to do, write an apology, do you hear, idiot! Get out of here! ”

The hapless clerk ran out of the Emperor's office, leaving only an angry Winster blowing his beard and glaring, but it wasn't long before he sat down dejectedly, after all, this action was too important.

The Norman Empire's action this time was entirely due to reliable information, the differences between the royal family and the aristocratic faction were too serious, and the long-standing disagreement of interests had led to the open conflict, just like the marchers who used to walk the streets saw that no one responded to their demands, and gradually began to fight with arms, it is said that the territories controlled by the royal family have begun to mobilize, and the aristocratic faction has also dealt with each other in turn, it is obvious that the civil war in St. Orlando is about to break out, and it is really sorry for the Norman Empire itself not to take the opportunity to take advantage of it at this time.

What's more, the results of these years of gradual excavation and research need to be implemented, political reform needs money to succeed, the gradually intensifying internal ethnic conflicts must be suppressed and transferred by the victory of foreign wars, and the most critical cultural popularization and the deepening of the magic industry require a variety of favorable factors to go into battle together, once there is a failure in any of these aspects, what awaits His Majesty Winster will inevitably be chaos, and if some bastards sow discord again, then the workers' movement and uprising will inevitably occur, Like the guerrillas on the Kolsalan Peninsula that will never be wiped out.

So in order not to make yourself unlucky, then you have to have someone to replace you, if it's an enemy, it's even better, Winster happily looked out the window at the gradually forming portal, there are probably a few days before he can get El Carloon, which has never been taken by a foreign enemy, as for the army there, the military force that has not completed the modernization is really not enough to look at the war machine of the Norman Alliance, and he has won.

It is undoubtedly a tragedy when the enemy is ready and knows nothing, and the parties of El Calloon are undoubtedly the tableware of the tragedy, the storm is forming, but no one knows who is the sacrifice.

Catherine only felt very tired when she came out of the Mirror Palace, the emperor and the second prince did not believe that the third prince Clovis would betray his family, not to mention that the imperial capital guarded by tens of thousands of troops would definitely not be disturbed by the so-called North Sea pirates, at most it would only collapse in battle and cause some harmless jokes.

Only the Admiral knew that Rogers' people would never be a joke, and if it did, it would only be a bloody joke, and since no one wanted to listen to him, he could only be on guard.

Soon Catherine finished the task, and the girl who had become idle wandered aimlessly around the imperial capital, and the ghost sent the god into a bar, which was actually a very light place, completely different from the filthy port bars in her impression, and what she didn't expect was that she saw a familiar figure.

"What an unexpected discovery, Juventus? General Battuso, it turns out that you also come for a drink when you go to work. ”

Hearing the other man's words, the royal general raised the wine glass in his hand and beckoned the admiral to come and drink together, and from the several glasses on the table, it was clear that he had been here for a while.

"By the way, Admiral Catherine, have you finished your mission?"

"Just call me Catherine, yes, you guys are fools who don't know how to be flexible, and it's never a bad thing to be a little more vigilant."

"Of course you're right, but they're royalty, how can the descendants of Sylvia be so easily convinced, so let's have a drink."

The two clinked glasses, and after a glass of wine, the atmosphere came alive, only to catch their attention when a man who looked ordinary, but with slightly black skin and patterns, came in.

"Speaking of which, there have been more and more outlanders lately, and I haven't seen so many people of different races come together on land for many years, and even the Normans rely on the garrisons to do this."

"You're really right, the imperial capital El Calloon is a famous metropolis in the world, and it's too common for outsiders or something."

"Have you ever seen the one over there, with dark skin and a little pattern that looks charming?"

"I heard that there are only those in the Norman army, it seems that they are called Locats, barbarians living in the dark mountains, they are said to be masters, at least they can come out like this."

His answer made the admiral's brain clear in an instant, and the admiral glanced at the dark-skinned man in the corner: "Juventus, you just said that the dark-skinned people with patterns are Locats, are you sure they can't be the same kind of elves?" ”

"This rest assured, the black-skinned elves will have some ornaments on their bodies, only the patterns of the Locats, you absolutely look at it at first glance and it is absolutely very peculiar, the kind of enchanting in the mouth of the East is really unforgettable.

Catherine nodded, looking at the other person's ear, "I think there's really trouble here." ”

If what the other party said is indeed correct, tonight's El Calloon ...... Something unexpected is about to happen.