After five or six days of discussions, the logistical problems of the Thracian army were finally resolved.

More than a hundred Thracian nobles, large and small, each claimed a part of the expenses and shared the logistics of the Thracian army. They were to provide men, food, and other supplies to ensure the supply of the Thracian army.

Having completed this work, the Thracian army set out again and advanced towards the hinterland of the Molai Merchant Federation.

Few nobles dared to resist them along the way, most of them had either surrendered before, or they had also opened their doors when the army arrived, and only a few of the more modest ones either closed the gates or held on to the castle, wanting to fight them to the death.

But the courage of these nobles was not rewarded, and the Duke of Erlanz simply ignored them when they wanted to fight—she issued an order that any nobleman who surrendered to Thrace could attack any nobleman who dared to resist Thrace, and after destroying them, he could get sixty percent of their possessions and territories.

As this order was delivered, many nobles who had said with sad faces at the previous discussion that their net worth was shallow and that it was difficult to provide enough manpower and money jumped out, and the troops who did not know where they came from, surrounded the cities of those nobles who refused to surrender in all directions, like a group of sharks smelling blood.

For this kind of thing, Duke Erlanz just laughed it off and didn't pay much attention to it.

If you want others to do things, you have to give them benefits, and if you blindly ask for them, sooner or later there will be problems.

The Thracian army did not march south very quickly, and it was about twenty or thirty miles a day, but as it moved southward step by step, large swaths of the Molai Commonwealth quickly fell - in many places, the Thracians only needed to send a few people with a banner to force the local ruler to lower the Molai flag and replace it with the Thracian flag, as if it was the so-called "transmission of the decide".

This kind of momentum is really like Mount Tai pressing the top, making the entire Molai Federation tremble.

The atmosphere in Molai Port is becoming more and more tense day by day, and the merchants are panicking, and everyone is discussing the battle situation and the way out. Many people have even lost their appetite, and when they walk down the street, it seems that even the number of fat people has decreased a little.

In a manor house on the western outskirts of Port More, Duke Norma sat on his bed, looking out the window at the sky with a gloomy face.

Shortly after escaping to Port Morais with the Norma family's wealth, he fell ill.

Although the wealth of the Norma family has shrunk greatly, after all, he has deep roots, and he is also one of the only five dukes in the Federation, with a high status, so he will naturally not lack medical treatment. But when the clergy came to treat him, they shook their heads, saying that they could do nothing about his condition.

"The Duke's body is still healthy, his problem is in his heart. An archbishop with whom he was in good contact said, "His heart was very painful, and this pain turned into an outward illness." For such a condition, neither magic nor medicine is of much use, and he can only hope that he will cheer himself up. ”

But will the Duke be able to pull himself together?

Looking at his gloomy face, no one was sure.

In order to make him more pleasant, the family and the slaves thought of many ways, food, beautiful women, poetry, acrobatics...... They try to find what will make him happy, but to no avail.

Everyone knows why he is unhappy, but they can't solve that critical problem.

The Thracians had completely occupied Norma, and the Duke of Elantz pronounced several of the charges against the Duke of Norma, and then divided the lands and territories that had belonged to the Norma family among his men.

Unless the Molai Federation can miraculously turn defeat into victory like last time, the historic Norma family is a down-and-out nobleman who has no territory and can only rely on a few caravans to make a living.

In the Commonwealth, the status of merchants was no less than that of nobles. But if you only have a caravan, you are not qualified to be a great noble!

And even if he is the largest merchant in the Federation, his status is only equivalent to that of a marquis. To maintain the status of a duke, you must have enough territory!

But...... Where do the Normas go to find their territory?

Given the factors of war, they could only seek territory south of the Iron Lock Fortress. But they are smart, and others are not stupid. Soon after the First Battle of Norma, the price of land south of Ironlock Fortress had been rising. Especially after the gold defense line was lost, a large number of northern nobles frantically bought land in the south, and they were even willing to exchange twice the territory.

By now, the land south of the Iron Lock Fortress has almost been divided. Not to mention the fertile land that can be cultivated, even the relatively barren ones that can only be planted with trees already have owners - and their owners are very resolute and will never give it up.

Now if you want to buy more land, you can only buy those areas where you can't even grow trees, that kind of land is meaningless, and no one will want to go there to be a lord.

If the Norma family is still as powerful as it was in the past, it is not that they cannot seize the territories of other nobles by coercion. But the current Norma family has long lost its former prestige, not to mention the rank of a more powerful earl, even if it is a viscount or even a baron, they dare to shake their heads at the envoy of the Norma family and say "not for sale".

Not to sell, each of them will not sell even a little bit of land.

As for the other dukes of the Federation, they were willing to provide a little bit of land, all of which added up...... You can probably make up four or five counties.

That's it, there's no more.

Duke Norma quarreled with them several times over this, but to no avail.

After a lot of arguing, some people said, "You monopolized the north-south trade by relying on the Norma region, and you didn't be polite to us at that time."

After returning from that day, Duke Norma fell ill.

He knew that his illness was ...... I'm afraid it's not going to get better.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it was blue, but his mood was gloomy.

The future of the Norma family...... What is the way forward? Is this great family, once with a glorious history, really going to fall into the dust on his hands and become one of those humble counts?

He coughed violently twice, feeling a terrible pain in his chest.

At this moment, an official in charge of gathering intelligence ran in with a pale face: "My lord, there are rumors about us outside......

"What rumors?" asked Duke Norma, with a sigh.

"It's about...... Yunero's. ”

"Yunero?" Duke Norma was stunned for a moment and asked, "What does it have to do with him?"

"Rumor has it that you promised him some favors, saying that if he succeeded in presiding over guerrilla warfare, you would promote him to the rank of earl or even marquis. As a result, he found a master to fight back to the sky, and you deliberately killed him in order to shirk his promise......"

Duke Norma's eyes widened, and he only felt a stream of heat rushing up from his heart, and he was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it was not words, but a scarlet.