The whole palace was in complete chaos.

The beautiful princess panicked, and she knelt in front of the sick bed of the pig king and prayed mournfully. Even though it was winter, she was dressed thinly, with a smooth cotton cardel that exposed almost her entire shoulders, and her fat waist tucked the whole garment bulging. Barbarians don't have the concept of "tights", but women's understanding of glamour and seduction clearly transcends time and space, and they know how to show the most attractive side of their bodies, even though there are no high-stretch nylons or synthetic fabrics.

"Wake up, my lord, and say a word......"

She repeats the phrase, and has been since yesterday.

Witch Mane, who worked part-time as a court physician, had already come to see her and prescribed a prescription that she thought should work. The juice of the fruit of the Jin tree, the shell of the beetle, the black sesame seeds, the left eye of a three-year-old ram, the second toe of the crow's right paw, the ovoid substance of a male symbol of an adult male weighing ninety-nine kilograms, as long as the one on the left, must be cut precisely, only a quarter, not a little more.

Mix these messes together and cook them for half an hour, then add ten milliliters of urine from a two-year-old baby girl, and let the king mix and swallow it, it will have a good effect.

The princess sent people to disturb the palace and the rest of the palace like crazy, and the crows were killed, and hundreds of poor birds were shot down with bows and arrows. The eyes of the little ram were in a delicate and expensive silver platter, washed of blood, and looked like strange grapes piled together. The wolf-like palace guards set up dozens of temporary weighing points in the city, and they couldn't help but arrest all the adult men who passed by nearby and weigh them up, bringing back more than 200 unlucky people who met the standard in one go.

The king needs your eggs!

Of course, this kind of talk cannot be made public, so they can only be temporarily imprisoned inside the palace, killed one by one according to the requirements of the great masters, and take out the things that are suitable for their bodies.

After drinking a lot of terrible viscous liquid, the pig king, who was paralyzed by a stroke, did not get better at all. He still drooled with his mouth open, drooling like a disabled fool, and the only change was that his eyes were finally able to roll, only to look tired and unable to speak.

All night, the princess lay on the sickbed, with a sad face to accompany the pig king.

This scene touched many people who witnessed it, thinking that this is true love, and that the young and beautiful princess loves the queen more than the queen who has gone crazy.

The princess drove everyone out of the house, and she came close to the king of pigs, sobbing quietly, gritting her teeth, agitated and wild like a psychopath, and then fell into a long silence, her eyes fixed on a corner for a long time.

"Please, say something!"

"Give up the throne to Ah Nian, he is a filial child."

"Don't you keep saying you love me? Ah Nian is our child, and he will be a great king. ”

The Ox people launched a war, and after the Fierce Fangs, messengers sent by the Wind Teeth and Black Fangs also rushed to Fangfang City one after another to ask for help from the Pig King and the national teacher.

These things seemed too far away to the princess, as if they were happening in another world.

She only wants the throne. If his son can't become the new king, everything will be meaningless.

Nobles and royal relatives will chop themselves into meat sauce or be taken by some powerful guy and ravaged all day long. This is the fate of the loser, no exception.

The princess regretted that she had not been able to let him write the edict of succession in advance when the king was sober. blamed himself for being too cautious, feeling that he had already brought down the queen and could not continue to exert pressure on the pig king and the nobles in a short period of time. But it's not my fault! Last time, after using the kind of elixir offered by the great master Witch Mane, King Pig's condition improved significantly, his pale cheeks became rosy, and everything was developing in a healthy direction.

Just a piece of news from the fangs completely crushed the old man.

What am I going to do?

I have to watch over him.

Even if the old bastard could stay awake for five seconds, it would be enough.

All I need is an edict.

I will make my son the new king.

Cattle people, war, fangs...... What the hell is going on with me?

……

Witchmane's prescription for King Pig was not unfounded. The mystery of witchcraft lies in the ability to communicate with the gods and receive revelations that are incomprehensible to ordinary people. In this era of sorcerers and part-time doctors, the understanding of life did not form a systematic discipline, and the ingredients that made up the prescription increased or decreased depending on the patient's symptoms———— the sap of the fruit of the Jin tree had a miraculous effect on colds, the dry powder ground from the crow's claws stimulated the nerves ("The Origin of Witchcraft", birds in certain areas had a habit of pecking at fish and shrimp, the paws came into contact with a rock with a high mineral content, in short, a crooked collision between pathology and medicine), and sheep eyes and strange human organs, which were gifts offered to the gods during sacrificial ceremonies, Wu Yuan mixed them together according to his own understanding, this cannot be said to be wrong, and it is definitely not a deliberate poison to kill the pig king, at most it can only be regarded as ignorance.

For the first time, the scrambled Witch Mane found that his understanding of the word "control" was actually very superficial.

The news from the Fierce Fang shocked everyone, and what frightened them even more was that the Wind Fang and the Black Fang, the three tribes in front and back called for help at the same time, which meant that the scale of the war was not limited to one branch, but a much larger clan war.

The office was located in the palace, and she immediately summoned all the military commanders in the city. The results of the deliberations were not encouraging, and almost all of the commanders opposed sending troops to reinforce the branch that had called for help.

"The Niu people must have sent an extremely large army, otherwise it would be impossible for the three tribes of Liefang, Wind Fang, and Black Fang to call for help at the same time."

"Someone must be sent to contact them immediately, so that they can abandon their existing territory, concentrate all their troops and the remaining population, and concentrate their troops in the direction of Fangs."

"You're crazy! This must not be done. The three tribes together have at least 200,000 people. They're calling for help, and they're in danger, which means they don't have time to take everything in stride. Do you know what the concept of 200,000 people pouring into Fangs City is? There wasn't that much food in the city to feed them. When the time comes, the Ox army will follow and kill, and we will be in chaos without a fight. ”

"So what do you say you should do?"

"Let them stay where they are and wait for reinforcements."

"We ourselves are in difficulty, where are the reinforcements?"

"I can't do that much, anyway, they have to hold on to buy us time."

In the chaotic venue, everyone has different opinions.

Witchmane sat at the top of the long table, looking at the arguing leaders on the left and right. She knew that she was in a noble position, and these people were willing to obey her orders, but the key was that she did not know much about military affairs.

Each of them has a point in what they say and can produce convincing evidence.

But why do all the solutions to the problem conflict with each other?

"Shut up!" Suddenly, she slapped the table and let out a furious roar: "When have you been arguing like this, you ...... What the hell do you want to do? ”

The room fell silent.

The 10,000-headed crocodile who was sitting in the nearest position hesitated for a moment, stood up, turned sideways to the witch mane, pressed his right hand on his chest and saluted, and said seriously: "Great master, the current situation is unknown, we should send a sentry and at the same time send people to send a message to the surrounding cities, so that they can bring food and troops to Fangs City."

Crocodile is the brother of the current Pig King and the commander of the royal palace guards. He commanded the army as the head of ten thousand people, and was not an ordinary city lord.

Witchmane's anger subsided slightly, and she nodded slowly, "What should I do over there with the fangs?" You can't die without help, right? ”

"We don't have the strength to support them." Crocodile frowned: "There are 30,000 people in the city, and the entire personal guard is only 5,000 people. The garrisons of the royal city were supplied by the annual grain tax paid by the surrounding walled cities. There are also two cities in the king's direct territory, plus the standing army of each village, as long as the mobilization order is issued, the total number of troops is roughly estimated to exceed 80,000. But the problem is that the distance between the villages is too far, it takes time to send people to convey orders and mobilize, and they have to rush over with food, and it will take at least a month for the troops from all over the country to concentrate and Fangs City to form a defensive posture. ”

Witchmane was stunned: "So long?"

Crocodile nodded with a heavy heart: "Our troops are all placed on the periphery of the royal city, and there is nothing wrong with this configuration. If you can't even defend the outside, the internal defense is just an empty word. However, this time the military operation of the Niu people was unexpected, and the messengers sent by the three branches for help arrived almost at the same time, which means that the Niu people have made a careful plan and are highly coordinated. They were supposed to split into three armies and attack the Blazingfangs, Wind Fangs, and Black Fangs at the same time. ”

"What do you mean...... Abandon them? Witchmane gasped.

"This is the only way to keep Fangs." The muscles on the crocodile's face were distorted, and he looked a little hideous: "If I'm not mistaken, the Niu Clan will definitely send no less than half a million troops this time, and we are not opponents at all."

Wu Mane subconsciously shook his head: "As far as I know, only the Thunder Bull Department participated in this war, and their actual strength is not as much as you said, between 80,000 and 120,000."

"Where did you get the news?" Crocodile Tooth was surprised.

"The Witch of the Thunder Bull Clan." Witchmane's scrawny right hand gripped the arm of the chair tightly, keeping his expression and voice as sane as possible: "The news he personally sent came earlier than the messenger from the Fierce Fangs for help."

"Could this be a conspiracy of the Ox people?" A commander of a thousand people was skeptical: "The purpose is to make us mess up and have no way to judge?"

Neither the witchmane nor the crocodile spoke.

The situation is unknown...... Although hundreds of sentinels have been dispatched, no news can be sent back in a short period of time. At the moment everything is based on speculation, which is maddening.

"It's hard to win this battle on our own." After a long silence, Witchmane made the wisest decision ever: "Send messengers to the other tribes and ask for their help."

The crocodile tooth became hesitant again. He hesitated and said, "Great Master, we can't send messengers to two tribes at the same time, they won't grant our request."

Witch Mane didn't think much about it, she was disturbed and bored by too many things, she felt very tired, lost her usual calm and wisdom, and asked casually, "Why?"

"We helped the Tiger Clan fight the Leon Clan, helped the Leon Clan fight the Eagle Clan, and helped the Eagle Clan fight the Deer Clan...... All the tribes have hired our army, and it's a dead knot that is hard to break. The strong crocodile tooth was helpless about this: "We are mercenaries, and we are destined to find only one helper."

Witchmane bowed his head and was silent for a few seconds: "Only send a messenger, there are too many uncertain factors. If the other side refuses, we don't have time to wait for the news to come back before sending a second ...... So you can't wait, you can't care so much, just pass on my order now, and send messengers to all the tribes for help, especially the lion and tiger clans, they are the strongest. ”

Crocodile thought for a moment and bowed to Witchmane, "As you wish."

At the end of the meeting, the participants left one after another, and the crocodile waited until the end, then lowered his voice and asked seriously: "Great Master, how is Your Majesty's situation now?"

Witchmane slowly rubbed his temples and replied tiredly, "It's bad, I don't think it will last long."

The pale brown facial skin of the crocodile teeth is mostly shrouded in shadows: "Has Your Majesty determined the heir to the throne?"

Witchmane's frowning brows never let go, and the crocodile tooth reminded her of something when she mentioned this at this time, revealing a little solemnity: "What, you also want to participate in the competition for the throne?"

"I'm a member of the royal family, so I'm qualified." The crocodile replied as a matter of course: "As long as you win this battle, everything is not a problem."

Witchmane raised his head, his old cloudy eyes showed tiredness, and deep helplessness: "When is it, are you still thinking about these ......?"

"That woman's son is not qualified to sit on the throne." Crocodile suddenly became very excited: "He's still a child, he doesn't understand anything, and everything is up to the woman."

Witchmane reminded, "Our current enemy is the Ox Clan, you can't ......"

Crocodile interrupted her again: "The Ox Clan is just an external problem, and if you don't solve the internal problem, it will cause disaster." Great Master, are you sure that woman will not attack you when she takes power? She can be replaced by a more obedient person to serve as the national teacher. But I'm different, you and I know the roots, and I need someone with prestige like you to assist in the government. ”

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again: "Now is the best chance."

Witchmane fell silent again.

I have to admit that the crocodile tooth has a point.

"Let me think about it. In a few days, I will give you an accurate answer. ”

……

Wu Yuan left Fangs City with a team of pig cavalry, and quickly whipped his horse and headed towards the territory of the Tiger Clan.

The trust between wizards is different from friendship, he showed his identity with practical actions, and Witchmane no longer doubted him, because of the lack of manpower, coupled with Wu Yuan's ability to speak, he simply appointed a messenger to help with things.

Directly ahead, Yuanshui City is already in sight.