Metternich Leopold, the lone minister of the seals, stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, waiting for the moment when the door opened.

He waited a long time... Since the early morning, when the palace gate of the Heavenly Dome Palace was opened, he had been standing here, but the old man's face was not half tired, and a pair of dark green eyes under his gray eyebrows were as clear as water.

Tilting his head slightly, as if sensing something, Metternich glanced sideways behind him—there was not even half a figure except for the empty staircase.

With a sigh, the old man knew who was coming.

"Today is the last day. As if talking to himself, Metternich's calm voice sounded outside the door: "After today, what happened in Poi will be heard throughout the Empire." ”

"And the empire is ready. ”

On the empty staircase, a magnetic voice sounded.

"Three elite legions, plus more than twice as many auxiliary corps, were temporarily requisitioned from Torch Peak Mountain to the East Saklands in the name of defending the rear of the fortress of Broken Mountain, equipped with a large number of light cavalry and crossbowmen... Such an army is enough to compete with three times the enemy. ”

The old man's tone was steady and indifferent: "What is lacking is only a commander who can dominate them." ”

"You have something to say, Lord Keeper of the Seals. The magnetic voice sounded again.

"Leave it at that. Metternich interrupted him: "No, Your Excellency Rut Infinit, don't go around the bush with me—I know that you have eyeliner around the two Grand Dukes of Byrne and Boe, and I want to know the truth." ”

"Tell me, what's happening in Boi right now is much more than a centaur invasion!"

Metternich's voice was powerful and powerful.

There was silence for a long time before the voice of the leader of the Night's Watch rang out again: "Your Excellency, Lord Keeper of the Seals, you have asked the wrong person—if you really want to know, you should ask Your Majesty directly." ”

"Your Majesty......" Under the gray eyebrows, the dark green eyes narrowed into a slit: "Your Excellency Infinit, I have followed His Majesty since he was the Prince of East Sackland, much earlier than you... Do you know who our majesty is most like?"

"Roland Turin, the famous Black Duke. Without waiting for the other party to speak, the Minister of the Seals gave an answer.

On the empty staircase, there was silence for a moment.

"Ridiculous? That's right... The personalities of the two men are diametrically opposed, but the styles are surprisingly similar. The old man said coldly: "They will never tell you the reason, they just need you to obey his orders." ”

"So, from a small chamberlain to today's keeper of the seals, decades of life have allowed me to master such a small, not worth mentioning ability... From every word spoken and written by His Majesty, I can comprehend his profound meaning. ”

Metternich looked up slightly, a meaningful gaze flashing in his pupils.

"In that case...... "Root Infinit spoke again," said Rut Infinit, "then why do you ask me?"

"Because my decades of experience have told me that our Majesty is doing an extremely dangerous thing, and it may even be related to the fate of the Empire, or even the life and death of the Empire!"

"The suppression of the power of the Church, the promotion of the power of the Wizard Tower, the mobilization of the Imperial Legions over the years, the preparations for war on all fronts in East Sackland, the indulgence of Byrne—our Majesty is like a prophet who has learned of the prophecy, or who has returned from the future, and is doing everything in his power to prepare for a catastrophe that no one could have foreseen or imagined!"

"And as I said, he's a lot like Roland... And we all know what happened to the Black Duke!"

The series of words made the old man a little excited, and he had to take a breath and slowly calm down his overwhelmed heart.

"So......" Rute Infinit's voice sounded surprised and playful.

"So I need to know... Not just for His Majesty, but for De Salion, for the Empire. Metternich said very seriously: "I respect Your Majesty, but his actions are very irresponsible. ”

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Night's Watch, I need your help—it doesn't take much, some very 'ordinary' information is enough. ”

Rutte Infinit hesitated for a while, and half a minute passed.

"Sorry, I can't. ”

The expression of the Minister of the Seal Keeper was not the slightest surprise, and there was even a little more understanding in his eyes, and he bowed slightly-he couldn't say, but it already explained a lot of things.

On the contrary, it is His Majesty's most trusted leader of the Night's Watch, if he is "fooled" into telling the "truth" in a few words, then the credibility is really low.

"Then please tell me another thing, and please answer me as truthfully as you did just now. The old man spoke again: "Right now, what is the most important thing in the eyes of His Majesty?"

"The most important thing in the eyes of His Majesty at the moment ......," said Rutte Infinit slowly:

"It's a chess game against His Highness Brandon de Salion!"

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To the east of the empire, the Principality of Boe, the Great Boi Territory, and the Great Green Sea Steppe west of the Centaur Gobi.

After two and a half months, Archduke Laszló Varna, lord of the Boy, led 100,000 elite hussars and 120,000 centaur warriors to finally collide head-on on an unnamed meadow.

At this point, this centaur war, which has been raging for nearly half a year, has finally ushered in its climax, but whether it will be the end of the curtain is still unknown.

For this decisive battle, László Varna had made the best preparations - leaving behind the horseback men and recruits who could only cause trouble, and the 100,000 hussars were all the core elite of Boi, armed to the teeth from beginning to end.

An army that is too large can only be a burden, and the one who can really fight is a warrior who is like an arm commander and does not risk death!

Feasts, rewards, knighthoods, and gold ...... In a few days, Laszlo used almost all means to raise the morale of this army to the peak, and at the same time he was grateful to himself, and even released such a bold statement as "no matter where he is born, no matter how noble he is, the person who beheads the centaur Great Khan will be made an earl".

This was not addressed to the nobility, but to the Hussars of Boi warriors and horseback people—hereditary titles, pastures that belonged only to their own families, and even settlements that were loyal to themselves......

That's all things they couldn't even think of!

After this word spread throughout the Boi army, even the great Boi horsebackers, who were still loyal to Salika Jonah, knelt excitedly at the feet of the archduke.

The endless green sea, the black oppressive military array.

Clad in the Byrne knight's armor in the Boi style, Laszló Varna rode on his warhorse, followed by an elite silver-armored horseman with a scimitar horse banner, protecting him every step of the way.

Although the battlefield has never had anything to do with the word "safety", it is never anyone else who can protect you, but the armor on your body and the knife in your hand.

Laszló Varna tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Iron Rider - When the ancestors of the House of Devanna pledged their allegiance to His Majesty Eckhart I II and acquired this Mithril Blade, the name immediately came to mind, a weapon that was slightly different from the Boi Saber and was full of Azul-style elven style.

Over the past eleven generations, it has beheaded various enemies countless times - centaurs, dwarves, werewolves, apostles of evil gods, traitors...... Abound.

And today I want to use the blood of the centaur Great Khan to add a touch of glory to it.

"Here it begins, Grand Duke. A serious alchemist, the elder of the wizard tower, Haringvan Ashamai, waved his mace wand: "The decisive battle is finally about to begin." ”

"60,000 elite hussars, 5,000 silver-armored horsemen, 40,000 foot soldiers...... The essence of all Boi has gathered here, and there is no more majestic army than this army in front of you on the great green sea!"

"It's rare that you can say a word of flattery, Master Ashamai. The Duke of Varna couldn't help but chuckle, "I thought you were going to try your best to persuade me not to fight the centaurs in a single battle, as you did last time." ”

"I just told the truth, and I didn't exaggerate or belittle anything. Master Ashamai shook his head, his expression still steady:

"As for the decisive battle, it depends on the whole situation of the battle - it is in our best interest to do so for now, and of course, the enemy on the other side may think so. ”

"Yes, these brutes are here prepared, too. ”

Archduke Varna's pupils flickered with flames, staring at the horizon in the distance, which was already "pitch black".

According to the scout cavalry, the enemy's strength should be around 120,000, which is not much different from his own... This number should be the total number of young and strong people of the Centaur tribe.

As for the rest of the women, children, old and weak, they were all gone, and according to the scouts, they had probably fled to all sides of the Centaur Gobi.

Not only that, but they also found the remains of the Centaur King's Tent near the Gobi, as well as a large number of burned and smashed baggage... There are so many piles that they are the size of a town.

Therefore, the other party also concentrated all the elite, abandoned all the baggage, and was ready to fight to the death with himself - with an unprecedented gamble to decide the belonging of the Great Green Sea.

Even if he didn't want to, when he heard that his opponent had made the same decision as himself, Grand Duke Varna couldn't help but feel a little respect, plus a hundredfold desire to challenge.

To win is to win all, and to lose is to lose everything.

In this world, is there anything more nervous than this, breaking the heartstrings and trembling with excitement?!

Never again!

At this moment, the Grand Duke of Varna was excited as if he was dozens of years younger, and he had returned to the young years when the Black Duke was galloping, and he had become the boy who chased after Roland Turin and fought hard to win glory.

Turning his horse's head, the proud Laszló Varna held his head high and looked at the Boi army that had almost covered the entire steppe:

"Warriors of the Great Green Sea, sons of Boi——!"

The Grand Duke of Varna shouted:

"They're coming!"

"The centaur brutes who have slaughtered your robes, who have burned your settlements, who have plundered your relatives and children, have come;

They... Standing on our pasture, swaggering on our land!"

"Why, why?!" Archduke Varna's gaze swept over every face in front of him, his eyes widened:

"Because in the Gobi battle, we lost! Your father, son, uncle, are dead!

Tens of thousands of warriors, like rabbits, were hunted down by these barbarians for three days and three nights! Not half of those who came back alive were dead!"

"Therefore they are coming again, swaggering again, not to rob your cattle and sheep and horses, not to kill our relatives and our people;

They came to kill us all, get rid of us, and let Boi let the country perish!

They are there to rob the pasture under our feet, to take the pasture that has been passed down from our ancestors, and to feed their livestock, cattle and sheep with our flesh and blood!"

"So they're coming, they're coming to kill us, they're coming to rob us, what do you say?"

The Grand Duke of Varna drew his long knife and cried out hoarsely:

I said...... Come on——!"

"Try it——!!!!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of Boi hussars drew their blades and shouted, and a series of roars resounded through the heavens and the earth for a long time.

"Kill them all, and the blood will pay ——!"

"Kill them all, and pay ——————————!!!! with blood"

The thrilling battle cry stirred the hearts of every Poi horseback citizen, the unforgettable hatred, the innate bloodthirst, the bravery of the horseback warrior... At this moment, it all poured out uncontrollably.

Thirst for revenge, thirst for killing, thirst for glory...... Eager to win everything with the saber in your hand!

Having been the Grand Duke of Boi for decades, László Varna certainly knew best what would stir the words of these horsebackers, and what would make them desperate to send them to their deaths, fighting an enemy ten times and a hundred times more.

The horseback people of the big green sea are not the crops in the fields... The saber in their hand is not a rough rake.

"Boy's Sons ——!"

The proud Grand Duke of Varna waved the "Iron Cavalry" long knife in his hand, and the horse galloped in front of every hussar in front of the formation, and the big air behind him fluttered in the wind:

"Out of battle - meet the enemy with me——!!!!"

The shouts continued, and the morale-boosting Boi army followed Laszló Varna and officially rushed to the battlefield.

Footsteps, wheels, horseshoe...... The dense and complex sound of stepping heavily on the grass, hundreds of thousands of sounds accompanied by the leisurely blowing of the horn, full of shocking power.

At the same time, the dense figures on the opposite horizon also began to stir - a whole 120,000 centaur army spread out, and the horizontal formation alone was enough to fill the entire field of vision of a person.

That's not a torrent, it's a stormy sea!

The next moment, the expressionless Grand Duke of Varna coldly raised his long knife and slashed forward.

In this gamble of life and death, the first dice were rolled.