Sals followed Oran the whole time, and saw that the latter wanted to make up a poetry legend and brag about himself,

It couldn't be better to think that the Eagle Lord was hopelessly arrogant.

This kind of person cannot tolerate failure, and will become more and more cruel and have obvious weaknesses.

A modest and patient monarch, like the crown prince, seems hesitant, but in fact it is difficult to shake his faith.

But Orland will change his position at any time because of his interests.

At the Kayser Conference that year, he was forced to surrender to Princess Hai'an, and later Oran successfully reversed the tables.

Sals was afraid, and one day Orlan realized that he was useless and killed himself.

To this end, he took on the dark side of Orlan with all his might, doing one disgusting thing after another.

The aristocrats privately called themselves: the Vipers of Wales.

Even Oran's lover is afraid of himself.

He is like the king's urinal, easy to use, one day the king felt that this pot was too broken, no matter how to clean it was full of urine smell,

It will be shattered.

He didn't believe Orlan would let him go, and continued to pave the way back.

This time he bought the Warden Legion, he put a lot of effort into it, and he wanted to rely on it to gain favor.

Then he asked for a large fiefdom, established a team, and looked for an opportunity to divide the Orlan camp from it......

The team continued to retreat eastward, until midnight, and stopped on the spot.

Sals volunteered halfway through the game and went to the other side to break away from Oran's team.

When it was time to set up camp, he took out the fire, leaned against a boulder, and began to write a letter from Vayne, Princess of Mercia.

The Mercian court has always infiltrated the Orlan side, and some nobles directly refused, such as Nanding and Kunsan.

Some nobles remained neutral and accepted gifts, but refused to let go and did not behave harmfully.

Such as Rad, Ulf.

And for the sake of secrecy and security, every time he contacted Mercia, he went by the way, and the things he brought with him were never the same.

Meet the princess without leaving letters to avoid being betrayed by Mercia.

Be careful and avoid Orlan surveillance.

Only today did I learn that Orlan and Guthrum's overall plan.

After the failure of the Welsh incident, he changed his mind about secretly developing.

I want to inform Mercia that if they can completely defeat Ragnar before July, they can do so while Orlan is still south,

Hold him up and get rid of Northumbria.

Cooperate with a righteous lord like the crown prince, and never be afraid of sticking a knife in the back.

Moreover, the noble one has only disappeared, and there is no news yet,

If he can come back, the crown prince will still have trouble.

Sals believed that Britain would be left to the Mercians in the coming decades.

He decided to put the stakes all in.

Princess Vivian had agreed that if he could establish a great achievement, Northumbria would form a great kingdom to rule under him.

Thinking of the woman who slept all over the great nobles of Mercia, Sals also left a fiery and provocative word.

But when he was halfway through the writing of the secret language.

Not far away there was the sound of footsteps, and thirty men came with torches.

The flames reflected the terrible and rude faces of the incoming people.

The face is full of meat.

It's Tuman the Rat and Osa the Boar.

"Lord Sals, Your Excellency has instructed me to help you set up a bonfire and keep an eye on it."

Then Tuman counted the number of people, and Orlan confessed that how many people Sals had left the team with him, and how many people were here at this moment,

No one is missing.

Sals could only crush the letter and secretly throw it into the campfire.

......

When Southamp and the Titan learned about the church, they discussed with each other on the way to retreat.

Then, after setting up camp, he came from Southamp to meet Oran.

"In the past, you all asked Nanding to persuade me, why don't you call him today?"

"Your Excellency, can we save some, and we don't need so much gold and silver to write a book,

The material subsidy you agreed to today is too much, and you also put the 100 households around the church in the field of books,

It's all for this Martin as a subsidy in the future, which is too ......"

"Alfred's subordinate named Axel, doesn't he also make a fool of himself to write a biography of the Emperor?"

"Before the noble man disappeared, he also wrote a family biography (the Chronicle of the Kings of Britain) in the court?"

"If I spend some money, you think I'm too proud?"

Orlan asked three times in a row, but Southamp did not respond immediately and agreed.

"Everyone boasts of Charlemagne, but is it by force?

What the monks say about him, the protector of God's faith!

Do you know how many works of Latin literature he sponsors?

One hundred and thirty-five!

How many colleges have been built?

From the capital Aachen to Provence in the south, there are twenty-five graduate schools.

He established a system of court advisers and recruited specialized cultural talents.

His knights, some drunk, some brutal, but they were all praised and admired.

The people who received his sponsorship wrote a biography for him, which was passed down from generation to generation, and as time passed, the people would miss him more and more.

Maybe one day, he will no longer be just Frank's father, but will be called the father of Europa.

Literature is an art form that expresses thoughts, emotions and experiences.

Those sea wolves of the north, listening to the Sagas poems that praise the adventurers,

Fantasy that the West has endless treasures besides the ocean,

Brain words, ignite desire.

Round after round of invasion,

Who remembers Ragnar now as a farmer's son?

How many Welsh warriors were encouraged in the book of Arthur, and how many knights were regarded as the standard of life?

How many people are there in the Seven Kingdoms of Ansar today?

There are so many languages and systems.

So many incompetent kings.

I want to be unified, to unite everyone's beliefs, to pronounce the same rhyme, to write the same words.

Expand my prestige.

This book that writes the glory of my family and the glory of martial arts,

The Legend of the Eagle? King of Oran?

It's okay to call it, but you need to use me to create new words that blend together,

So to Martin so many people.

I want to have a day when the aristocracy will no longer be proud to write Latin and Frankish,

From north to south, the system of conversion of scales is the same, the coins used are the same, and the system of punishment and reward is the same.

A new and great England,

Whoever dares to provoke me, I will kill him, and kill his whole people.

I'm not just going to write a biography, I'm going to distort history......"

Oran's tone became more and more urgent, and he said whatever came to mind.

Southamp was speechless.

Then he was surprised to find that His Excellency, who did not like to drink, took the initiative to call the servant to bring wine.

Oran took off his shirt, revealing a new scar.

No matter how careful you are, it is difficult not to get hurt when you are on the first battlefield.

On his arm, there was a new scar that was as long as a snake and worm, as well as the previous wound.

It has been raining for the past few days, and the new wound is starting to hurt.

It hurt so much that he had to use strong liquor to anesthetize it, and even secretly took Viking poison to relieve the pain......

Southamp finally understood why Orlan had been talking to himself lately, saying that his head was dizzy.

Oran's strength made those in the know dare not rebel, and the dosage began to increase.

Just as he used alcohol and drugs to control Joan of Arc, once he didn't stop, he would become addicted to alcohol.

"Find me a woman!"

Orlan roared, and the aunt of the crown prince, who had been taken by his side, cooperated and used, came over.

She took off her monk's robe and looked at Oran, a little nervous.

After taking the hot herbs sent by the monks, he carefully presented them.

"Your Excellency, it's time to drink the medicine."

"You whore wants to harm me......"

Harassed by the Voice of Christ, Oran turned the medicine over.

Then he grabbed the knight's sword and prepared to cut the man.

Nanding arrived immediately, otherwise Orlan would ......

Orlan sweated on his forehead, controlled his breathing, and endured the most painful moments, until daylight, without touching a drop of wine.

The voice of Christ has finally died down.