Looking at the enraged Marty in front of him, Julie quietly waited for her anger to subside until the young female lord tore the letter to shreds, but Weller's situation could not be separated from the support of Mecklenburg, and the choice of a new religion made Marty's rule irreversible.

"What's the matter with the letter in your hand? Is it so hard that Arold asks you to convince me? Marty glanced at Julian, who was standing calmly in front of him, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, what if Arold summoned Julian back to Mecklenburg? There were not many capable nobles left in Willeburg, and many abandoned Marty and went to Contop.

"Oh, Lord Earl has given me the freedom to propose." Julian said to Marty that as Arold's vassals, if they want to marry and start a family, they must make a request to the lord Arold, and then Arold will arrange the object, and the courtiers can share the bed with any woman, but if they want to build a family, it is up to the monarch to decide, and private marriages are not protected by law if they are not approved and blessed by the monarch, but now Arold has given the right to choose to Julian himself, which is a great favor.

"What?" Marty stepped forward in surprise and took the letter in Julian's hand, which had Arold's signature and stamp, and the content was indeed to give Julian the right to marry freely, and in an instant Marty understood that this was Arold's compensation for herself, her cheeks turned red, and she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Julian.

"The Earl seems to have decided on a plan to support Bilis." Julian is familiar with Arrode's way of doing things, and he will do his best to weaken his opponents, and finally defeat them with all his strength when the time is right.

"But what about my father's hatred? I will not join forces with my father's killer. Marty was still haunted, and even if Arold compensated by acknowledging her marriage to Julian, the hatred was not so easy to dispel.

"But now, without the support of Lord Earl, Wille's inheritance left to you by your father will be taken away by Kang Tuoyi." Julian said worriedly.

"Kang Tuoyi also sent a messenger. He said that as long as I reconverted and acknowledged his suzerainty, I would no longer bother with Weller's affairs. Marty put her finger to her lips and had a quirk of biting her finger when she was nervous, which showed that the problem was a huge tangle in her mind.

"Then you will face war with Mecklenburg, and Willeburg will also face the pressure of a large army, and if we continue to rely on Mecklenburg's support. What if the Count wanted to contact Bilisi? Needless to say, if Biliss can withstand Kangtuoyi's attack, even if he can resist and finally defeat Kangtuoyi, do you really think that Arold will leave behind a male heir to the Great Chief who can call the Slavs? Julian was well aware of Arjode's ambitions, and he told Marty the six gods and no masters, and analyzed the pros and cons, although Marty also had the right to inherit, but her femininity and blood estrangement became insignificant, but this disadvantage became a reason for Mingzhe to protect his life at this time, and Marty's attitude was finally loosened at this point.

"All of them ~~~." Just when Marty and Julian were struggling to keep Willlershire. In front of a densely forested mountain in the east of Wolgastshire, where the drums of war made of animal skins were beating, 2,000 Slavic warriors, led by their chiefs, spread along the banks of the streams below the mountain, banners of various colors were unfurled by the wind, and they were warriors gathered by the hero Kang Tuoyi, who had gathered here to fight against their former lord Billis, who was Kang Tuoyi's elder brother.

"Damn Kang Tuoyi, so many people have gathered." Bilis stood on the hill and watched the dense army that lined the banks of the river below, and he was even more apprehensive to the fact that many of them had been his vassals. Now they turned their weapons on him, and there were only a few hundred Slavic warriors around him. In the war with Arrod, Biliss lost all his elite, and even the Ward Guard, which his father, the Great Chief of Mecklenburg, had painstakingly built up, but fortunately, the mountain lords to the east continued to be loyal to him, otherwise there would not have been even a place to hide.

"Lord Bilis, what are we going to do?" The Mountain Lord was clad in a bearskin and held a long-handled hammer in his hand. Majestic as an ox, he was once one of the best warriors of Bilis, and as a result, he was divided into the mountains by Bilis, becoming the lord of the mountain, and his subordinates were the most ignorant and murderous Slavs.

"Of course it's a fight. Did he think more people would win the victory? If you want my head, you'll have to send twice as many people. There was a look of hatred in Billis's eyes, his teeth clenched and his teeth rattled, Kang Tuoyi not only took his territory but also took possession of his wife, for Bilis, this hatred and anger have been burning in his heart, of course, the matter of imprisoning his brother Kang Tuoyi in the dungeon will naturally be automatically ignored.

"Will Bilis see so many of us and run away?" The leaders around Kang Tuoyi said calmly, judging from the numbers, of course they were the winning side, but Kang Tuoyi, who had a stern face, shook his head.

"He's not going to run away." Kang Tuoyi knew his brother, and no one was more narrow-minded than him, and a narrow-minded person must be a vengeful person, and at this time Bilis must have been staring at himself in the dense forest of the great mountain.

"Attack?" One of the clan leaders asked Kang Tuoyi for advice, and these leaders all wanted to win Kang Tuoyi's praise by fighting the first battle in Guò, and everyone knew that under the leadership of the hero Kang Tuoyi, they would reunite the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, and that the brave clan leaders would be given a large amount of land to be divided, which was a golden opportunity that no one would miss.

"Alright, send three clans to attack." Kang Tuoyi nodded in agreement, the Slavs' army was the army of Vorgastburg led by Kang Tuoyi himself, and various local tribes were jointly formed, and there was no contact with each other on weekdays, this kind of army without a strict military system was good at small group operations, but once faced with large-scale battles, it would cause problems due to mutual incoordination, Kang Tuoyi did not realize this at this time, but his brother Billis sometimes felt a little bit in reflection after losing the battle with Arrod, It's just that there isn't enough time for these people to turn these experiences into real combat.

"Yes." The leaders who received the order excitedly led their people, crossed the river and attacked the mountain, this mountain is very large, but there is no real road to guò, the mountain lord has built his own village and the chief's house on the top of the mountain, but there are many passes and traps built all over the mountain, it can be said that this mountain is a real natural fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"We should spread out and attack cautiously." One of the three leaders in charge of the vanguard had a territory adjacent to the Mountain Lords, and he was quite jealous of these mysterious and wild Mountain Lords, so he reminded the other leaders.

"What? Aren't you scared? But the other chieftains did not appreciate it, and laughed at the timid leader, and with a wave of his hand led his Slavic warriors, carrying round shields and short-handled axes up the mountain road, and the dense and tall trees above their heads were dense and impermeable, and the otherwise sunny weather became dark here, and the Slavic warriors felt an oppressive atmosphere permeating them, especially the countless pairs of eyes peeping through the bushes or trees.

"Hey, I've heard about the mountain lords, that when they're hungry, they come down the mountain to prey on the little ones and even the gods of Lomwa curse them." In this special atmosphere, legends about the mountain lords began to spread among the Slavs, and the low murmur seemed to be under a spell, and the morale of the soldiers dropped sharply.

"Woo, I don't want to die here, I still have a wife and children at home." A Slavic warrior reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, although the Slavs are also a fierce people, but not everyone is as fearless as Kang Tuoyi, especially these people are just levies brought by the leader from the tribe, usually just ordinary farmers and hunters, their bodies are wrapped in shabby leather armor, and the weapons in their hands have been passed down for generations, according to the military system of Mecklenburg, they are only auxiliary light infantry.

"Don't talk, be careful." The leader on the horse lowered his voice and turned back to reprimand his people, but before he could finish his words, his body suddenly rose into the air, and the war horse under his crotch neighed and ran away, and then the leader fell heavily to the ground, and the dead grass on the ground splashed.

"The enemy is attacking us, be careful." The Slavic warriors shouted nervously, and the archers hurriedly bent their bows and arrows to shoot arrows at suspicious directions, but the arrows flew like in the forest without any trace of the enemy.

"Oh, damn it." The leader groaned and stood up with the help of the noble guards beside him, only to see a blackened rope dangling from the tree, it seems that he just hit the rope and he fell, fortunately he just turned around, otherwise it is very likely that he will break his neck in the running of the war horse, which makes the leader feel scared when he thinks about it.

"Woo~~." Before the chief could rejoice and thank the gods of Lomwa, several of his soldiers disappeared with a miserable howl, and they hurried over to take a look, only to see a pit on the ground, and the pit was full of sharp wooden stakes, and those who fell were lucky if they were stabbed to death, and those who were badly wounded could not die if they were badly wounded.

"The archer gave him a treat." The Slavic leader wiped the sweat from his face with his hands and ordered his men. (To be continued......)