Kang Tuoyi sat in his castle, in front of him was the ancient partition window, which was covered with Slav cultural symbols, but he did not see the carvings on the wooden partition window, he patiently waited for the weather to change, since the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg was divided into several parts, the original Slav living space was compressed in the eastern territory, the Germanic people continued to advance westward, the tribal leaders were divided because of the disputes of the upper nobles, and they were loyal to the Bilisters. Loyal to Kang Tuoyi were also Lady Marty's followers, who had already fallen into a fratricidal situation before the Germans could fight.

"Kang Tuoyi, what are your plans?" A pair of soft and white hands behind Kang Tuoyi lay on his shoulders, and he didn't need to look back to know that it was his current wife and his brother Billis's wife.

"I want to unite the forces of the Slavs." Kang Tuoyi didn't look away, and he said to the woman behind him.

"Then there will be war, and the blood of the Slavs will be shed on the earth." A soft voice whispered in Kang Tuoyi's ear, and the aroma of Rulan blew into his ears, like a poisonous snake-like hiss.

"Sometimes blood is also necessary for the sake of the whole Great Emirate." Kang Tuoyi's brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, if it was a few years ago, the hero Kang Tuoyi would never have said such a thing, at that time he was arrogant, the name of the hero made him like a trapped beast, and he was toyed with by his brother Billis, but when his father's land was gradually encroached upon by the Germans, and the blood of the Slavs flowed in cannibalism, the name of the hero was useless.

"You've finally figured it out, so we should attack there first?"

"Bilisi has gathered a group of traitors to the east of our domain, and if we don't get rid of him, then once we send an army to Mecklenburg or Welleshire. He may attack our castle. Kang Tuoyi calmly analyzed, after Bilis was defeated by Arold, he lost his castle and wife, but he knew how to endure with the fire of anger, and ran to hide in the tribe loyal to him, and could raise troops at any time to attack him by taking advantage of Kang Tuoyi's gap.

"You're doing the right thing. This time you must not be soft-hearted, for the sake of your father's inheritance, and for the sake of me and your children. ”

"I am not confused, may the gods of Lomwa give me the strength to defeat my enemies." At last he stood up, he went to the window and stretched out his hand to open the wooden window, and outside the wooden window was the open space in front of the castle, and saw that an altar had been erected, and on the altar stood three Lomwa priests, each of whom had a scythe made of gold in his hand. Soldiers escorted a group of slaves.

"Spare your life, spare your life." The slaves begged for mercy, but the Slavs ignored it, as if they were facing a herd of screaming animals, which in fact were indeed animals at this time.

"Begin, give our sincerity to the gods." Kang Tuoyi raised his hands to the sky, his eyes fixed on the blue sky, expressing his devotion to the Lomwa gods.

"Ah~~~." The first sacrifice was escorted to the altar. He struggled desperately to get out of it, but the two soldiers clamped him like a vice. He was brought to a wooden pillar erected on the altar, and ordered to lean his back against the pillar and raise his head so that his throat was exposed, and the priest recited the Lomwa scriptures in his mouth, and walked up to the sacrifice with a golden scythe in his hand, and then quickly slit the victim's throat with the sharp golden scythe. Blood spurted from the wound, and the slave whistled in his throat.

"The gods grant us victory."

After sacrificing to the gods, Kang Tuoyi began to mobilize and gather his loyal army, and the leaders from the territory loyal to Kang Tuoyi led their people to gather at the castle, while other hostile people continued to send spies to spy on Kang Tuoyi's movements. Even Arrod, who was far away in Mecklenburg, was constantly receiving information about the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, and Marty in Willeburg was very nervous.

"Marty." Julian, with his hair loose and leather armor with iron plates on his chest and heart, made a metallic sound as he walked into the hall of the lord, a red cloak fluttering behind him, and a sword straddling his waist, slender to the point of heroism.

"Julian, Contoyi is gathering the leaders of the Slavs, and the forces he has gathered in the castle will soon reach the size of several thousand, and Willeburg will probably fall if it is attacked by Contoyi." Marty was dressed in a green floor-length dress, with a silver chain adorned with green and red gems tied to her thin waist, and her beautiful hair was braided into several tiny braids.

"Don't worry, the second shipment of Mecklenburg has arrived, and the Earl will do it if he says he will help us." Julian hurriedly comforted Marty that many of the Slavs in Wille had left Marty's rule for religious reasons, and had even joined the side of Contoyi, whom they regarded as the true savior, with the result that Willer's strength had been greatly weakened and he had to rely on support from Mecklenburg.

"In this territory left to me by my father, only those who trust me are left, I am not afraid of defeat or even death, but I cannot let these people who trust me make senseless sacrifices, if possible, please bring a letter to Lord Count Mecklenburg, if we do not get support at a critical moment, maybe Wille needs to choose his own path again." Marty stood in front of Julian and expressed his bitterness to the knight he admired.

"My respect, dear Madam Marty, rest assured that I will protect you and your people with my life." Julian looked at Marty, who rarely showed a weak expression, he took a few steps forward and reached out to hold Marty's hand, bent down and kissed the back of her hand, promising the beautiful girl.

"I trust you, my knight." Marty's cheeks were slightly red, she felt the hot temperature of the knight's lips, and her eyes were full of love, in this isolated time, this heroic knight did not hesitate to become her backing, if it weren't for her Julian might have obtained a fief of his own in Mecklenburg, he was the first nobleman to follow Arold to conquer Mecklenburg, but when Arold divided the feud in Mecklenburg, he did not give Julian even a small fief, Perhaps this was a punishment for Julian's disobedience on the battlefield, and although Julian did not show the slightest annoyance on the surface, Marty knew that when he learned of Arold's separation, Julian, who rarely drank alcohol, was drunk in the village under the castle.

"I will never fail your trust." Julian raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and his eyes were also full of love, and just as Julian was about to turn around and leave the lord's hall and go to gather soldiers throughout the realm, Marty stopped him.

"Julian, I'm going to seal a town for you." Marty said to Julian with some hesitation.

"Give me land?" Julian's brows furrowed slightly, he looked at the nervous Marty suspiciously, understood that this was her compensation for himself, and couldn't help laughing, he shook his head and rejected Marty's kindness, Julian is also Arold's courtier no matter what, if he accepts Marty's land, then Julian is openly betraying Arold, Julian who believes in chivalry will not do this, but getting a city is very tempting for all knights, even Julian himself can't help but be a little tempted, But in the end, I overcame this desire.

Julian rode out of the castle and wanted to write a letter to Arold informing Mecklenburg of the dangers of the county of Wille, but he was not good at writing letters, so he rode to the area where Father Paul was preaching, hoping to find the priest from Rome and ask him to write a proper letter for him.

"Did any of you see Father Paul?" Armed and mounted on horseback, Julian walked down the streets of the town when he grabbed a passer-by and asked.

"Priest? Oh, he's over there. The passer-by pointed to a small alley, a dark alley where crime and disease thrive, and Julian looked into it in astonishment, remembering that the noble priest had been placed in a large mansion in the town, but he had dismounted from his horse, and with one hand on the reins of his horse, and with the other hand on the hilt of his sword, he went vigilantly into the alley.

"Woo~~~." The alleys were full of filthy garbage and wild dogs, and there would be places like zài in any territory, regardless of your religion or tribe, and as Julian walked through a section of the sloppy beach, he saw Father Paul's faithful knightly class standing guard outside a wooden door.

"Sir Ben, is Father Paul here?" Seeing Sir Ben standing outside, Julian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly went over to greet Sir Ben.

"Master Julian, why are you here? Father Paul was praying inside for a dying man. Sir Ben was surprised to see Julian's appearance, and asked him.

"Great, I was looking for him." As Julian walked by, he heard the sound of coughing, and the sound of heavy bellows-like breathing, and the deep and solemn prayer of Father Paul from Rome.

"May my lord receive your soul, Amen~~~." After a while, the last prayer came from behind the wooden door, and the knight squad stood outside the door and hurriedly drew a cross, with a solemn and solemn expression.

"He's a true saint, you know?" Tears seemed to glisten to his eyes as he twitched his nose and clasped his hands together in prayer. (To be continued......)