Brontë stubbornly controlled his slightly trembling body, as the chancellor of the empire, he didn't want to show a trace of timidity in front of the god-like Rocherio. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The tribute symbolizes the suzerainty of the Empire, and does not Your Excellency the Marshal consider it of great importance?" asked Brontë sharply.

Rocherio ignored him, and instead took a scroll from the storage ring, and unfolded it to reveal a military map.

Rocherio flicked the spell, and the map floated in mid-air, growing in size until it was more than four meters long and two meters high.

"Everyone, look!" Rocherio drew his saber and pointed to a small area highlighted on the map, "This is the Duchy of Morowing, its southern part is densely forested, rivered, and rich in resources, making it an attractive piece of fat, while the northern part is full of hills and mountains, and is a natural military barrier to defend the southern frontier of our empire. Rocherio told the geography and military value of the Duchy of Morowing, and all the ministers in the hall held their breath and listened attentively.

"Now, the Night Elves have defeated the aftermath and occupied all the forest areas in the south of Morowing, if they can truly digest these resource-rich spoils over time, then the Elves will greatly increase their national strength and pose a greater threat to the southern borders of our Empire!" The tip of Rocherio's knife drew a circle in the southern part of Morowing's map, and the ministers looked at the blue and green patch of the map, and immediately felt a pain in their flesh, after the fiasco of the Rose War, the human alliance not only suffered heavy losses, but also lost many valuable strategic points, not only the territory of the subject countries, but also some of the territories of the empire were also occupied by the Night Elves.

"However, although these areas are rich in resources, they are completely unsafe to defend, and they are militarily easy to attack and difficult to defend, so if there is a strong force in the north of Morowing, it will be able to contain some of the Night Elves' forces and prevent the development of these areas, and our empire can take this opportunity to fully develop the economy. After the empire's national strength is restored, wait for the opportunity to fight the elves!"

"Morowin is not only the strategic barrier of the empire, but also the sword of the empire's decisive victory, compared to the small profits like tribute, the strategic interests of the empire are crucial!" Rocherio looked around, the entire hall was silent, and even the sound of a needle hitting the ground could be heard.

After a long time, a crisp applause suddenly sounded above the main hall, and Charlemagne laughed loudly: "Your Excellency Marshal is worthy of being the imperial military god, and the analysis is reasonable, but since this Molovin is related to the strategic interests of the empire, what is the value of the Odinan regime for us?" Charlemagne frowned, quite puzzled, "Odinan has offended a lot of nobles......"

"Your Majesty the Emperor!" Rocherio put away his saber and gave Charlemagne a standard military salute, "The Empire needs a Duchy of Morowing, which has a certain strength, to contain the Night Elves for us, and Odinan has shown his outstanding military talent when resisting the invasion of the elven army, although this guy is a bit of a maverick, but I have to admit that he is the most suitable person to be the monarch of Morowing." ”

"Hmm...... The marshal had some point. Charlemagne nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"Your Majesty! Although Odinan has some skills in war, but he comes from a humble background, it is difficult for him to serve the public as the Grand Duke, not to mention that he is still in arrears of tribute, this person's loyalty is questionable!" Brontë hurriedly stepped forward and continued: "And Princess Talis is loyal to the Empire, but the Empire does not recognize the legitimacy of the royal family for some historical reasons, which is afraid that it will chill all the nobles and make the vassal countries dissatisfied!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Odinand, who was born from a humble background and has wolf ambitions, can sit firmly on the throne of the Grand Duke, but the loyal royal family is still deposed, where is the majesty of the empire as the suzerain? I am afraid that the surrounding vassal countries will be in chaos!"

"Since ancient times, the power of kings has been divinely granted, although Odinan has merit in fighting against elves, but his blood is lowly and his character is despicable, and the monarch of Morowing's country is still more suitable for Princess Dalyse, who has noble blood......"

Seeing that the emperor and Marshal Rocherio both showed some approval of Odinand, the ministers boiled and expressed their dissatisfaction with Odinan and their support for the Morowin royal family.

Rocherio's cold gaze scanned the entire hall, and after a while, he pouted and sneered: "Your lords are a little too pedantic, what if you are not from a noble background? As long as the strategic interests of the empire can be satisfied, it doesn't matter if a group of monkeys are allowed to serve as the kings of those vassal countries!"

"Your Excellency, such a complete disregard for noble blood and political conventions will only disobey all the vassal states. Brontë shook his head and mocked: "If you do this, who else will be willing to pay tribute to the empire in the future?"

"Hehe......" Rocherio sneered and looked directly at the Imperial Prime Minister, "It is the Imperial army that makes the subject countries submit!

"The Morowingian royal family is loyal to ...... Empire"

"Loyal?" Rocherio scoffed, "that kind of pig-like ally, no matter how loyal, will only become a drag on the Empire!"

As soon as these words came out, the boiling ministers immediately quieted down. No matter how much they support the Morowingian royal family, they also have to face the embarrassing fact -------that the Morowingian royal family fled without a fight in the Rose War, leading to the destruction of the entire human alliance, which is always a stain that is difficult to wash away.

"Our 'undefeated general' seems to be still haunted by the defeat in the last war!" Brontë was the first to break the silence, with obvious banter in his expression, "That's right, the Morowingian royal family does have the sin of escaping in the war, but how did I hear that the first to give the retreat order was our 'invincible' Marshal?" The Imperial Prime Minister's face sank, and he asked sharply: "It was you who ordered the retreat first, but put all the blame for the escape on the Morowin royal family, Your Excellency the Marshal is inevitably too good at shirking responsibility!" ”

For a while, the ministers bowed their heads and listened to each other, and there was a lot of discussion, and Rocherio's face was cloudy, as if it would explode at any time.

"Ten Thousand Massacre" Rocherio originally had another more resounding nickname------ "Undefeated General", he has been crisscrossing the territory for more than 50 years, has won more with less countless times, and many powerful opponents have been trampled under his feet, he not only merged the vast territory into the imperial territory, but also wrote the myth of the undefeated imperial army. And as the commander-in-chief of the empire, he was awe-inspiring to be called the "undefeated general"!

And in the battle with the Night Elves, the myth of invincibility finally came to an end......

Rocherio closed his eyes slightly, and a look of pain flashed across his face...... The War of the Roses was the only fiasco in his career!

In that war, the nominal supreme commander of the human alliance was Prince Feld, but the actual commander was him, the deputy commander and general staff. At the beginning of the war, the human army had an overwhelming superiority, and he also commanded the army under his command to sweep through the entire Eternal Forest, and at one point approached the elven capital Silvermoon City.

Almost no one thought that this "undefeated general" who had won all battles would lose, and the top brass of the empire even prepared a celebration banquet for the soldiers who went out in advance, and slave traders from all over the empire borrowed large sums of money from banks in advance, and only waited for the end of the war to buy those beautiful elven prisoners of war on a large scale.

However, the appearance of an enigmatic elven powerhouse turned the tide of the war completely, and her talent and beauty shook the entire continent of Middle-earth, and in her hands, the almost invincible Rocherio tasted defeat for the first time in her life.

The Night Elf Ranger General------ Hypatia, a name that made him feel awe that he had never felt before, this rare military genius made the invincible St. John's Empire have to bend their knees for peace!

"Lord Chancellor!" Rocherio came back to his senses, made up his mind, and walked towards Brontë, "We underestimate the Night Elves, although they have long since declined, thousands of years of history have left them with enough cards to save their lives. ”

He frowned, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "Although we are doomed to lose that war, we do have an unshirkable responsibility for the death of His Royal Highness Prince Feld, and the Morowing royal family is indeed responsible for the death of His Royal Highness Prince Feld, if it weren't for their unauthorized rout, which led to chaos in the whole army, we could at least bring His Royal Highness back alive!"

"To put it bluntly, those stupid members of the Morowingian royal family were complicit in the murder of His Royal Highness the Prince! The Prime Minister is so enthusiastic in supporting an accomplice in the death of the Prince of the Empire, do you still have the interests and dignity of the Empire in your heart?"

Rocheriosen's cold gaze was enough to make people feel a shiver from the depths of their souls, Brontë looked at him, feeling a strong sense of oppression, cold sweat on his forehead, but the dignity of being the prime minister of the empire made him not want to back down in the slightest.

Rocherio's sharp questioning made the hall fall into silence again, and the faces of several generals who had participated in the battle present were even more solemn, and they seemed to have fallen into painful memories unconsciously.

At the beginning, after the old king of Morowing, Bode V, withdrew his troops privately, the flanks of the human alliance army were completely exposed in front of the elven army, and Hypatia took the opportunity to send troops to attack and formed a siege against the human alliance. The originally orderly retreat of the human coalition army completely turned into a disorderly rout, the command was completely paralyzed, and the whole army was in chaos. In a panic, Prince Felder had to personally lead his most elite personal guard to force a breakthrough, but was killed by random arrows......

"Isn't Your Excellency the Marshal a dignified imperial military god?Why is he so unambitious in front of the elves, if you can win, His Royal Highness the Prince will not suffer such a bad luck at all!" Brontë resisted the oppression brought to him by the killing god in front of him, and confronted him-for-tat. The cold sweat all over his body completely soaked the clothes on his back.

Hearing this, Rocherio couldn't help but be silent for a while, then took a deep breath and sighed, "That General Hypatia is like a god, whether it is the judgment of the battlefield situation, decision-making, and command ability, it is rare in history, under the circumstances at that time, no commander will be sure of victory in front of her, taking the initiative to retreat, saving the main force of the coalition is the best choice we can make at that time, but unfortunately, in the face of such an unimaginably powerful opponent, any stupid move will incur disastrous consequences......"

He smiled helplessly, as the best commander in the history of the empire, he had won countless extremely tragic battles, and the pride forged by countless blood would never make him compromise and admit defeat. However, in the War of the Roses, the elven army under the command of Hipatia, who was both wise and beautiful, commanded the elven army to beat the stronger human coalition to the point where they could no longer fight------ they were not only frustrated on the front line, but also completely cut off the supply in the rear, and what was even more terrifying was that the elven army under the command of Hipatia was elusive and erratic, and under their non-stop attacks day and night, the coalition army was exhausted, and many human soldiers even had a direct mental breakdown.

Although he has always been conceited of his military talents, at that time he also had to painfully admit that if he continued to fight, there was no hope of victory at all, and as a veteran of a hundred battles, his keen consciousness told him the strength and danger of the opponent in front of him. In order to preserve the main force of the coalition army, he finally ordered the retreat, but Hypatia pursued the coalition army, and in desperation, he had no choice but to deploy his superior forces near the southern border of Morowing, and then calmly retreat after repelling the elven pursuers.

Although the elven army was at its peak at the time, the human alliance was at ease and had the advantage of numbers, and Rocherio was at least sure that the attacking enemy army would be repulsed.

It's a pity that the setbacks in the past few days have made the Morowingian royal family gradually lose their fighting spirit, hearing that the elven army is coming, they are cowardly before fighting, and they lead the army to evacuate on their own, which makes Rocherio's plan arranged in advance fail, and in the end, the human alliance army was defeated by the hands of the night elves in a defensive battle with both strength and terrain advantages, and the main force was almost lost......

"When the elven army breaks through the defense line and drives straight in, if there is no Odinan to lead the army to resist desperately, we are only afraid that we will lose even more badly......" Rocherio held his saber in his hand and knelt down on one knee towards Charlemagne in front, "Your Majesty, Odinanken is desperate to resist a strong enemy for the Empire, this is enough to prove his loyalty, Morowing under his rule is the most powerful ally of the Empire!"

"Your Majesty, Marshal, the fact that Nadinan is a good monarch does not mean that Oddinan is a good king, and we may as well hear what Governor Greco has learned about Morowing. Brontë pursed his lips disapprovingly, and quietly glanced at Greco beside him.

Greco immediately understood, knelt down respectfully in front of the emperor, and said: "Your Majesty, after Oddinan became the king, he was arrogant and lascivious, and made the entire Morowingian people wither, and he even used cruel and outrageous means to purge and suppress dissidents, so that everyone in the entire Morowingian nobility was in danger......

"Really, how did I hear that the scourge in Morowing's territory was caused by the conspiracy of the former royal family members to restore?" Rocherio frowned dissatisfiedly, "I heard that Princess Dalyse is still in collusion with the demons?"

"Your Excellency, this is a blatant lie and slander!" Grecoho stood up with a look of righteous indignation, "Princess Lady is kind and intelligent, and is deeply loved by the people of Morowing, because they can't stand the tyranny of Odinan, so they have taken refuge in her, and in order to maintain their rule, Odinan has made up the most shameless lies to slander the beautiful and benevolent Princess Molowin......"

Charlemagne looked at the marshal, the prime minister, and the governor of Greco, who were still arguing, shook his head again and again, pondered for a long time, held his slightly aching head, and said: "The starting point and angle of several people are different, but there is some truth in what they say, since this is the case......" The index and middle fingers of his right hand kept tapping on the armrest of the throne, "Then don't support either side of Morowing, let them divide the victory and defeat themselves." Charlemagne slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to have a gleam in him, "Only the victor is qualified to be an ally of the Empire!"