Chapter Seventy-Three: The Return to the Dynasty (10)
The clouds in the sky completely obscured the moonlight, and the moonlight sprinkled from the distant skyline, but it was cut into hideous claws by the dark clouds. Looking out the window, the tall obelisk lurks in the shadows, like the crumbling empire, making one wonder if it really exists.
"Hussein."
The manservant had a rare solemn expression, he knew the meaning behind the name.
The house was unlit, and Oreo sat in the large chair, staring out the window at the obelisk, the room as silent as a tomb.
Angelyl couldn't stand the silence.
"Hussein Pravor, your ...... Uncle? β
"It's true in terms of family generations, but our blood relationship may go back a thousand years."
Oreo muttered, "Yesel is about to make a mess, Angelo won't let anyone take care of it." β
"Young master, he wishes you were dead."
"He's an astrologer by all accounts, and he should have known how much trouble I was going to get into Jessel."
"Maybe the war has exhausted him."
"Because of this, the new problems are even more difficult for me to solve."
Oreo looked up, his eyes full of helplessness. "The army of the East Ikra is crushing, the situation in the empire is in crisis, and Yesel is about to be crushed by the East Ikra people. And these people, they still think about fighting for power, and none of them think about this empire for a moment. β
"Young master, no one will worry about things that don't belong to them."
CuarΓ³n's words were always so to the point, and Oreo laughed angrily.
"So you have to decide who stands on the high ground? But before that, what if the Vinada Empire disappears? Why are they fighting over an ethereal thing? β
Even Angelyl knew how to answer this question, she whispered.
"Because you're Plavor."
As the words fell, a huge teleportation array unfolded in the center of the study, and the light was dazzling, completely lighting up the dark room, and when the light dissipated, Mo Ning walked out with a serious face.
He glanced at Angelyl.
"You're right, the Plavors aren't a good thing."
Seeing Mourning, Oreo sighed again, he brings bad news every time he comes, and I believe this time is no exception.
"You know what's going on?"
Seeing Oreo sigh, Mo Ning hesitated, "What should we do?" β
"Monin, my brother."
Oreo blinked slowly, and he could tell he was tired. "Something big is happening again, let's hear about it."
Mo Ning looked left and right, even in total darkness, Caron could see his eyes clearly, his eyeballs were bloodshot, like a disgruntled rabbit.
"Don't you even know about it...... In the early hours of yesterday morning, the noble private soldiers who had come to the north came to my aid, and I didn't know about it at the time, and it was too late to know. Hussein, another of our uncles, who brought 20,000 men to Yassel and is now stationed in the northern barracks, knows what he wants to do. β
"Twenty thousand."
The golden army stationed in Yesel is only a few thousand, Hussein actually brought 20,000 men at a time, and it will take eight days to march from his fiefdom to Yesel at full speed, which means that he was brewing this plan at least eight days ago, and last night it happened to take advantage of the name of supporting the north, and these 20,000 people entered Yesel without any effort.
Caron stood up.
"How many people are there on Gerus's side."
Mourning held out a finger.
"The Waldens themselves sent 4,000 men, and in addition to that, Gerus hid 6,000 men in the private army of the rest of the nobles, but none of them had yet reached Jessel."
"As long as Hussein wants to, he can control Yesel in two hours, and our people can't come in at all."
"Besides, it's just a turtle in an urn when it comes in."
"Again, as long as he wants, the lives of all of Jessel are in his hands."
"I thought that the fastest private soldier would not arrive until tomorrow morning, but I didn't expect Hussein to ......"
After watching the two discuss for a while, Oreo slowly stood up.
"Opportunity."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," he repeated. β
Mourning's eyes widened.
"What do you want to do?"
Oreo shook his head, and he walked to the window, and there was a crack in the clouds, and the moonlight happened to be shining through it, and he stood in the moonlight, his face flickering.
"Because of Hussein's appearance, everyone left must unite, and they need someone on the face to call the shots."
"But that person can't be you, you can only hide in the shadows."
"I didn't want to be that either, I mean, it just needs to be together, and it's much easier to throw a basket of garbage than to go to a corner and search for dust."
Oreo narrowed his eyes, "As for me, I'm going to kill Hussein, and I'm going to hold the 20,000 men under his command in my hands no matter what." β
"Kill Hussein ......"
Mo Ning shuddered, "You can't do this, even if you fight all of us." β
Oreo clutched the black gospel as he muttered.
"Just fill this black gospel and I can do anything."
"Black Gospel."
Oreo's face flickered as the clouds floated, but his cloudy eyes remained in the shadows. Mo Ning only felt a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet, the man in front of him was no longer the gentle-smiling prince he used to be, he was now the most evil and evil black magician!
Mo Ning shuddered.
"How many people can fill this black gospel?"
"Ten thousand."
"Ten thousand?"
Mo Ning quickly calculated in his mind that there were no death row prisoners in Jessel during the war, which meant that he would fill this black gospel with the lives of 10,000 civilians, where would he go to find 10,000 civilians for Oreo?
CuarΓ³n and Angelyl stood in the shadows expressionless, they didn't even breathe, and the room seemed to be the only living Mourning.
Yes, he was the only living person, Caron was a steel spirit, and the remaining two were undead, and this papal palace was the tomb of these three dead people, and he shouldn't have come to this tomb at all.
"Until these forces are united, Jessel will be in complete chaos, and there may not be many deaths, but I need the bodies of these people to make up for the attrition on the road."
Oreo turned.
"Mo Ning, during the time I am away, you should do your part, don't get involved in the disputes of those people, Angelil is acting for me temporarily, you two must keep an eye on those corpses for me, I hope they don't die too early, otherwise I won't be able to refine the resentful spirits."
Mourning forced himself to compose.
β...... Where are you going. β
Oreo looked north.
"A place destined for 10,000 corpses."
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