To the west of the Empire, the most vast oasis in the Endless Desert, a massive agglomeration.

"Mr. Special Envoy, it's been hard to come from afar, please take a seat."

In the large tent in the center of the camp, Gregao sat on the ground, and in front of him was a low table about knee-height, and he raised his hand to gesture, and very politely let the envoy who had rushed here sit opposite him, with his status and position, such an attitude was very rare, which fully showed his ...... Or rather, the importance of the man behind the envoy.

Gregaud was a strong man in his thirties, his physique was tall and burly, his muscles were knotted like they were made of steel, and every inch was full of power.

The rugged and resolute face has a beard that stands up like a steel needle, but the top of the head is bare, but because of the pair of fierce and fierce eyebrows, not only is there not the slightest sense of funny, but it makes people feel a sense of coercion in their faces.

The envoy bowed respectfully, stepped forward, and sat cross-legged as was customary, but his nervousness could be seen through his slightly stiff physical appearance.

This was not the first time that the envoy had faced Gregor, as the envoy sent by the revolutionary army to the southwestern peoples, his task was to constantly travel between the two places, and as a messenger, convey the will of Ulysses, the leader of the revolutionary army.

In fact, Gregor has always been extremely kind to this envoy, and presumably few people in the entire desert nation have seen their leader show such an amiable expression, and he may be frightened by saying it.

However, even in sheep's clothing, the essential sense of oppression still made the envoy feel extremely uncomfortable, he felt that the man in front of him was a beast that chose to devour people, although he restrained his claws, but the bloodthirstiness of the beast was undiminished, as if he would pick up the long-handled war hammer in his hand and smash it in the next second.

As soon as the envoys were seated, the maid standing nearby poured them wine.

Gregor took the first sip, then raised his eyes slightly, pinched the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Special Envoy's visit this time should bring me the good news I am looking forward to, right?" ”

"Of course," the envoy put down his glass, took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, and handed it forward, "this is an agreement on the ownership of the Alora Basin, drawn up by Lord Ulysses himself, and once the revolutionary army captures the imperial capital, the land will belong to the Starrons. ”

Gregor took the parchment, opened it and read it carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there were no flaws in the contents. At the bottom right of the parchment is the words "Ulysses Ignacio".

He immediately picked up the pen and wrote his name on it, Gregor Instaron.

The Western peoples that are often talked about in the empire are actually a coalition of several desert tribes, among which the "Instaon" clan, which is recognized as the most powerful, is the leader of the name, and is trusted by many people.

And Gregor is the contemporary patriarch of the "Instalon" lineage, and the only king in the endless desert of the West.

Gently resting the pen in his hand on the table, Greggau's face was a mixture of excitement and emotion.

A full millennium has passed since the First Emperor plundered the Elola Basin, where their ancestors depended, and banished them into the barren and endless desert...... A thousand years crucified on the Pillar of Shame.

For thousands of years, their people have struggled to survive like lost dogs in this endless desert full of yellow sand and dangerous species, and they have been fighting for the poor resources and the natives of the desert for a long time, and it has taken a long time to settle down and slowly multiply in this desert.

Although many of them had adapted to the hardships of life in the desert along the way, Gregor would occasionally recall in his sleep that they, the desert dwellers of today, had come from a fertile land called "Elora", and that they had glorious days in those distant times.

So from the moment Gregor was established as the heir to the patriarch, he was determined to reclaim his homeland in a distant era and regain its former glory.

In order to achieve this goal, he practiced martial arts, accumulated popularity, and at the same time recruited troops and horses, gathered grass and grain, and made a lot of efforts.

But the empire is too powerful, and even now, when the country is weak, it is still a tiger and a lion, and it is definitely not something that these desert people can compete with.

The barbarians who wreaked havoc in the southwest of the empire, as well as the famous brave prince of the north, Numa Seka, they all fought and then failed without exception, and obtained the most miserable end, these are bloody lessons.

He needs helpers, he needs allies.

As early as a few years ago, Gregor had already made such a judgment that against the army of the Reich alone, it was an absolute mortal situation.

Because of this, when the envoy of the revolutionary army first found him, Gregaard's heart was extremely happy, just as he saw a lighthouse pointing the way when he wandered in the vast ocean, and he found the light of hope.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In the course of the ongoing negotiations, he naturally demanded to the revolutionary army to reclaim the former homeland of the Erola Basin, and the matter seemed to be hotly discussed within the revolutionary army, with envoys from both sides coming and going several times...... It was only now that the revolutionary army officially replied, agreeing to Greggau's conditions and asking the emissary to bring a letter of agreement.

And then, there was a long war.

What Gregor had to do was to hold back part of the main army of the empire on the western front, and wait until the day the imperial capital was captured by the revolutionary army, which was the time when he fulfilled his long-cherished wish for many years.

Picking up his wine glass and touching it with the envoy of the revolutionary army again, Gregaard couldn't hide the joy and excitement in his heart.

"I have a hunch, Mr. Special Envoy, that this will definitely be a very pleasant cooperation."

"I think so too, Lord Gregaard."

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The eastern part of the empire is bordered by the sea, and the religious city of Jellock.

Many years ago, the so-called Jerlock was just a very ordinary town in the eastern provinces, but by chance, this town was found to have rich underground resources, so it attracted many profit-seeking merchants.

After a period of development, the production economy has improved by leaps and bounds, and in recent years, many religious facilities have been built in the area due to the headquarters of Anning Road, and it has now become a huge city with a unique cultural style, famous in the empire.

Church headquarters, night.

The Taoist Master of Anning watched the envoy of the revolutionary army leave in silence, his eyes narrowed slightly, his elegant face showed a contemplative look, there was no sound in the study except for his steady breathing, and even a needle on the ground could be heard clearly in the silent environment.

After pondering for about two minutes, the sect leader suddenly asked softly, "Savimin, are you there?" ”

"The subordinates are here."

Soon after the sound of the response, a person stepped out of the corner behind the bookshelves in the room, stood in front of the sect leader's desk, and bowed respectfully.

"Sect Master, what are your orders?"

This is a man dressed in a simple gray-black monastic robe, with jet-black medium-length hair, his appearance is dignified, but the contours of his face appear very thin, coupled with his pale skin, the whole exudes a gray and gloomy temperament.

Perhaps because of this special trait, his age is a little unpredictable, and he feels like he is in his twenties, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that he is in his thirties.

The sect leader put his hands folded on the table, his eyes stared at the table, as if he was still thinking about something, and asked without raising his head, "What is the situation on the side of Berlik?" ”

"He still stayed at home, and every day he summoned different women to mingle day and night, and externally declared it a purification ceremony...... "Savimin said without reservation.

The sect leader's brows suddenly twisted together, and a rare expression of disgust appeared on his gentle and elegant face.

"After the death of Minister Earnest, it has been in this state of drunken dreams, and it is really muddy that cannot support the wall."

"Because he knows that he doesn't have long to live, and without the big backer of Minister Earnest, the empire will liquidate him sooner or later, so it is better to take advantage of the opportunity to be temporarily forgotten now, and enjoy the remaining days more. What's more......" Savimin paused for a moment, and then said, "Beric usually relied on the connivance of the sect leader to act recklessly, and he also formed a lot of grudges within the peaceful road, in the past, everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so they could only try to avoid him, but now...... But there's no such thing as a good thing. ”

"There is news from the revolutionary army that the time for an armed uprising has come, and there is no need to continue to waste time on this waste." The Sect Master said, making a cross-cutting gesture, "You will go to his house tonight and send him on his way." ”

Beric was a spy planted by Minister Ernest in Anning Road, and the Sect Master knew about this from the beginning.

Not to mention him, there are many high-level personnel in Anning Dao who also know, and I am afraid that Beric is the only one who is completely kept in the dark, but this idiot still thinks that he has done a good job of infiltrating and has asked Ornest for credit many times, which is really laughable.

Originally, with Berik's bad deeds, it was impossible to get mixed into the position of deputy sect leader, but the sect leader needed such a stupid person to help him paralyze the empire, make the people in power think that the overall situation was in control, and also buy time for the armed uprising of Anning Dao.

In order to achieve this goal, the Sect Master has been secretly manipulating the chessboard, providing Beric with various chances and opportunities to help him ascend to the throne.

Truth be told, the process wasn't smooth, and there's nothing more frustrating and frustrating than a pig teammate.

But there is no way, compared to the other spies sent by Earnest, this man can be said to be the most controllable existence, anyway, if you want to choose, it is naturally more appropriate to choose the stupidest one.

But that's all in the past.

Minister Ernest is dead, an alliance with the Revolutionary Army is successfully reached, and an armed uprising in Tranquility Road is ready.

In other words...... Berik, this eye-catching creature is useless.

Useless things naturally have to be disposed of.

"My subordinates understand." Savimin nodded, and then muttered again, "What does the Sect Master want to do with the Imperial Envoy who is in charge of protecting Berlik?" ”

"Holimaka, you say?" The Sect Master obviously remembered his name, "I heard that you have some personal relations with him, you can try to convince him, if he can recognize the situation and submit to me, then it is naturally best, if not, kill him to prevent future trouble." ”

"Yes."

Savimin replied in a deep voice, and bowed respectfully, and then exited the room, not forgetting to close the door gently before leaving.

The moment the door was closed, his gloomy temperament seemed to have a hint of darkness and became dangerous, and his eyes were cloudy like a ghost awakened from a deep sleep.

"Holimaka...... I hope you don't make the wrong choice......"

Unlike what the sect leader said, he and Holimaka are not just a few personal friends, and the relationship between them can be said to be quite good, and they are one of the few friends of Savimin.

But none of these trivial matters mattered, the only thing that mattered was the order of the Sect Master, and if Holimacca dared to shake his head at himself without knowing the time, Savimin would not hesitate to cut off his head.

Those who dare to oppose the Sect Master, without exception, are all enemies.

In the dark sky is another round of blood-colored moon, which is a strange celestial phenomenon that astronomers have not been able to explain so far, and there is always a time of the year when the moon will be soaked in bright red, so some people joke that the moon in the sky is like a woman with irregular menstruation, and her menstrual period is irregular.

Savimin's figure faded into the night, silently in the direction of Berlik's mansion.

Tonight will be a night of blood and a night of murder.