A few days ago on the border between Wille and Mecklenburgshire, in the middle of the wilderness, where a pillar of the god Lomwa stood, like a lonely old man, enduring the wind and rain and loneliness, but today here came a group of uninvited guests, riding horses, wearing armor, swords at their hips, and spears in their hands, as if waiting for someone, led by a young and handsome Germanic nobleman.

"Arold, are you sure you want to form an alliance with her?" Next to the Germanic nobles was Harvey, dressed in leather tights, the female spy leader of Arrod asked.

"An alliance with Willer is necessary to deal with Bilis, and the enemy of the enemy is not our friend?" Arold felt the cold wind in the wilderness, and the snow and frost covered the wilderness with a patch of white, and at that moment a black figure appeared from the direction of Wille, and the black ant-like shadow gradually approached them.

"Phew." As the group approached, the leader was a female rider, her fiery red hair dancing with the jolts of the horses, like a beating flame in the desolate and lonely wilderness.

"From Mecklenburg?" The female rider tightened the reins of her horse, her crotch neighed, her front hooves stood up and kicked, and she was only ten paces away from Arrod, Harvey and the guards nervously stepped forward to protect Arrod.

"You're Marty, Momis's daughter, aren't you?" A smile appeared on Arold's lips, he kicked the horse under his crotch, took a few steps forward, raised his chin and said to the red-haired girl.

"That's right, I'm Marty, heretic, you dare to ask me to come." The red-haired Marty reached out to soothe his warhorse. The Slavic warriors beside her were strong, and their eyes were sharp at Arold and the others, who carried sharp battle axes at their waists.

"I have come for your benefit, and I believe that the man who can rule a county and kill the chief of Rostock is not reckless." Arold is learning Slavic more and more fluently, and there is no longer a need for an interpreter to act as an intermediary, listening to Arold's words, the red-haired Marty stopped moving, sat up straight on his horse, and stared at the Germanic nobles in front of him with a pair of beautiful green eyes.

"When. Are Catholics beginning to care about our interests? Marty said sarcastically. She didn't trust the Germanic nobles who had invaded the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, the invaders of her ancestral lands.

"The invasion of Rostock didn't go well, did it?" Arold gently patted his saddle with his hand, a saddle made of fine leather that was very comfortable to sit on, and the middle of the saddle bridge was padded with a thick layer of woolen finely worked. It was a gift from the Vesmar Town Chamber of Commerce to curry favor with Arrod.

"Hmph." Marty snorted unhappily from his nose. But what Arold said is true. After killing the Chief of Rostock, Marty decided that the leaderless Rostockians would not be able to withstand the attack of her own army, and that a large part of the Rostock County would fall into her hands. However, when her army entered Rostockshire, it ran into Bilis's army, and the small groups of the two sides fought several times in the fields, tidal flats, forests, and plains, and Marty's men did not take advantage of each other's injuries, and on several occasions the army she personally led was even scattered by Bilis's army, and Bilis's cavalry pursued Marty, and at this time Arjord's javelin cavalry appeared to repel the pursuers, which is why Marty agreed to meet Arryd.

"Work with me, or you won't be able to withstand the attack of Bilis, and as for the land of Rostock, we will be half of us." Arold threw out his conditions at the right time, he looked at Marty in front of him, Wille County was between the territory of Mecklenburg and Bilisi, if Marty was a wise ruler, he should know who to ally with.

"We can't trust the heathen, Lady Marty, that we can defeat Bilisi by our own strength, and don't forget that Momis is the heir to orthodoxy, and the Slavs are all in his blood." At this time, the Slavic warrior beside Marty said in a rough voice, and the other Slavic warriors nodded yes.

"The chief of Rostock is also a Slavic nobleman, but he is not on your side, because he knows that after your father's death, Bilisi has more legitimacy to rule, which is why Bilisk dares to kill your father and imprison Kang Tuoyi." Arold reminded Marty once again that this strong girl dared to raise the banner of rebellion against Biliss in order to avenge her father, which was already very appreciated by Arrod, but she was not Momis after all, she had no legal right to rule, and she had very few resources and strength in her hands, and it was already good to be able to entangle with Bilis's army so far, all Arold had to do was to push behind her.

"You want to join forces with me, why should I trust you? A pagan, a Germanic man hated by my people. Marty narrowed her eyes, she had been moved by Arold's words, the vengeful fury that tormented her body and mind every night, and several times she looked at the banner of Bilis, and she could even feel the gaze of the cursed Biliss under the banner.

"I can't guarantee anything, but one thing you can be sure of is that Bilisi is our common enemy." Arold stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of Rostock, his finger was like a sharp sword, and the sword pointed at his enemy's target, and he was qualified to say such things, to conquer the impregnable castle of Mecklenburg, to defeat the Slavic hero Kantoyi, to defeat the Rostock chieftain, all of which other nobles did not dare to imagine, but he did it.

When Marty took her back to her thoughts, she had already attended Arrod's knighthood ceremony, and the ridiculous performance was also deliberately arranged by Arrod, in order to let the other nobles know that he, Arrod, Earl of Mecklenburg, had officially declared war on the de facto ruler of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, and that he had the ability to convert the pagan chieftains into Christians, which fully curried favor with the church and the archbishop, Sure enough, when Arold became an earl, the Archbishop of Mainz announced that he would provide Arold with fifty knights of Mainz to help Arold deal the most fatal blow to the infidels and open up Christian territory with sword and fire.

"Cunning little fox." Marty sat in a wooden chair, surrounded by no Germanic nobles, and although Marty agreed to become a Catholic, the Germanic nobles were still full of doubts and distrust, after all, trusting relationships are not built in a day.

"Have a drink, the mead here is really good." At this moment, the Countess of Hamburg sat down next to Marty, holding two glasses of mead in both hands and handed one of them to Marty.

"Thank you." Marty took the wine and took a sip, the sweet mead was indeed of the highest quality, and she looked curiously at the lives of the Germanic nobles, as well as the countess who accosted her.

"Do you know the way? Although we believe in different gods, our experiences are very similar. The Countess of Hamburg leaned back on the wooden table, and she looked at the red-haired girl beside her, the fragrance of the girl shining from the ends of her hair, and the smell of her body was full of wildness.

"Oh?" Marty glanced curiously at the Countess of Hamburg, a snow-white-skinned, tall countess with Nordic Viking blood at a glance, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes that seemed to have an aggressive gaze.

"My uncle gave me and my parents poisoned wine at a banquet, and if it weren't for one of my kittens who knocked over the glass, I'm afraid I would have been dead at the time, but since I was twelve years old I was imprisoned in a tower, and I tried to ask for help from the people outside the tower, but no one paid any attention to me, until a loyal knight brought the news to the Duke of Saxony, and my God, I will never forget that in that stormy weather, the Duke and his army stormed the castle, He grabbed the beast and dragged him to me, then handed me a sword. The Countess licked her lips, she rarely told anyone about her experience, perhaps because of Marty's sympathy, or perhaps purely by the effects of alcohol.

"And then, you killed your own uncle?" Marty was fascinated by the story of the Countess of Hamburg, and her green eyes looked at the somewhat rosy countess, and she couldn't help but ask.

"Hahaha, how could I kill with a sword when I was only twelve years old, I picked up the sword and wanted to swing it, but the sword was too heavy, but it made me fall, looking at my appearance, the Duke of Saxony could only shake his head and use a cleaver with his own hands, and the result was that beast, but since then I have asked the Duke to teach me to use the sword, and use the sword to serve him, but I have always regretted that I did not avenge my parents with my own hands." The Countess of Hamburg told her story until she fell asleep on the table drunk, and the feast was full of drinkers, and the men recounted their wars, beating out their opponents' brains with axes or swords, and how far their brains had come out, while the women whispered and told unspeakable stories.

"I'm not going to make your mistake, I'm going to use a sword, I'm going to stick a sword into Billis's stomach with my own hands, and I'll cut open his heart to see what color it is." Marty threw the wine in his hand, her father had many flaws, he loved vanity, he loved to play tricks, but he was the one who loved Marty the most, I want my daughter to be a princess, Momis kept talking about it, but he paid the price of blood for this goal, and Marty couldn't even bury his head.

"Lady Marty, please come here, Lord Arold wants to discuss with you the plan to attack Bilisi." Just then, Julian came up to Marty, and they walked up the stairs together to the council chamber, where no one could tell what the nobles were planning when the door was closed, and the loyal Swiss mercenaries were guarding the door. (To be continued......)