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There was a knock on the door to the study, and one of his subordinates walked in, carefully placing a metal cylinder in front of Salvador.

"My lord, this is a secret letter that I just received. ”

Salvatore waved his hand solemnly, and only after his men had walked out did he unscrew the small metal cylinder.

Because this method of sending letters is carried by trained wings, and letters that are too heavy and too large will affect the weight of the winghawks, these secret letters are extremely short.

After unfolding, there were some special numeric symbols on it, and Salvatore picked up a copy of the "Imperial Infantry Cāo Dictionary" from the bookshelf behind him, and after opening it, he pieced together the contents of the secret letter according to the symbols on the secret letter, page by page, sentence by sentence.

Closing the book, Salvador had a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Hmph...... Shall I say it is a coincidence, or is luck on our side...... Odin, greedy Odin...... However, this greed happened to help us a lot. ”

※※※※※ "Drink!"

With a deep shout, the horses' hooves flew, and they galloped into the camp, and where they passed, there was a strong wind, and the wind was sandwiched with fine snow particles, scraping on the faces of the soldiers next to them, and their faces were painful, but these burly warriors stood solemnly with their blades in their hands, and cast reverent glances at the black shadows of the knights galloping past them.

One hundred and ten horsemen flowed like a black stream of iron into this camp.

The camp stretched for miles, typical of a mixed-arms regimental camp, with a deep and wide trench in front of the camp and a dense and high fence wall. A small river ran against the left side of the camp, and then turned a corner, and it was morning, and a number of Odin warriors in leather jackets were breaking the ice and fetching water by the river with hammers.

In this distant northern country, even though it is almost March, it is still a land of ice and snow, and the wind blows in the middle of the night, freezing the river thick and hard, even if the majestic Odin warrior is holding a hammer, a hammer is just a white seal. This caused a lot of trouble for the warriors who fetched water, but the Odin people were accustomed to this kind of life, and they skillfully knocked open the ice on the surface of the river in groups of two or three, and threw pieces of ice into huge barrels to bring back, and then a group of cavalry from the morning cāo also ran back, and the reindeer of the Odin warriors gathered by the river to drink, and the deer and the people were so tired that they were panting, and the white air in their mouths was boiling together.

This cold weather is so cold that people's teeth are cold, but for the Odin people who live in the north all the year round, they have long been used to it, and even some particularly strong Odin men stood by the river, took off the leather armor on their bodies, ** upper body, revealing a sturdy body boiled out in the ice and snow in the north, the muscles on the body are like beasts, laughing and scolding each other in the cold wind, grabbing a handful of white snow to wipe it on the body indifferently, until the body is red, even if it has been bathed.

The tomahawks, hammers and other weapons placed next to them had already been frozen with a layer of frost, and these Odin warriors didn't care, grabbed them and knocked them lightly a few times, and the ice edges fell off with a clatter.

Such a fierceness, in the eyes of the Byzantines in the south, is simply like a barbarian.

In the morning, the river was busy, but at this time, there was a deep and distant horn sound from the distant barracks, and in the sound of the trumpet, there was still a sonorous drum beat.

"Hasting's back!Hasting's back!!"

Odin's life is brutal and rude, and he doesn't stick to any etiquette. The distinction between the upper and lower respects is not too strict, and even small soldiers can call the general's name directly, but the order is forbidden, but it is extremely harsh. Everyone seems to be accustomed to this tradition, and they do not find it disrespectful to call the general's name.

For the fierce and bold Odin people, respect is good as long as it is in the heart, and there is no need to appear too humble in the mouth.

The group of black horsemen who rushed into the camp was greeted with cheers everywhere they went: "Hastings come back." Even the warriors on the tall lookout tower took off their fur hats and shouted loudly.

The black horse went straight into the depths of the camp, and rushed straight to the innermost dense company camp, and the leading horse suddenly let out a long howl, the horse's hooves flew, and the front hooves stood up, neighing, and suddenly stopped, and the riders behind this horse were also horse's hooves to stop, and the speed of galloping stopped as soon as it stopped, and it was firmly nailed to the ground like a nail!

Surrounded by a number of Odin warriors in leather jackets, the riders threw the various prey hanging from the saddle on the ground, allowing the warriors to pick them up and carry them back.

And the black knight in the lead turned over and dismounted, and gently pushed the covering armor on the helmet up, revealing his face, who is not the Odin Valkyrie Hasting?

Hasting's face was full of hoarfrost, and the sweat that flowed out of it was frozen in the cold wind, and his eyebrows became white, he laughed loudly, wiped his face with his backhand, and then grabbed the three-edged war gun on the saddle, strode to the gate of a large camp, and with a strong thrust, he heard a bang, snow and mud flew up, and a third of the three-edged war gun was directly pierced into the dirt by him.

A majestic Odin warrior like a black bear walked in front of him, and helped him take off the leather cloak behind him with both hands, and Hastings laughed: "I was lucky to get a snow leopard today! That thing ran so fast that I ran ten miles more to catch up, if it wasn't for the integrity of its fur and the whole of its fur to catch it alive, I am afraid that I would have come back for breakfast a long time ago!"

Sure enough, with Hasting's shout, two horsemen ran out, carrying a net in their hands, in which was a leopard with snow-white fur, all tied, but still baring its teeth and roaring.

"Brave Hasting!Brave Hasting!!"

The cheers around him started again, and Hastings laughed, and said to the majestic Odin warrior: "Lead my horse down, feed it, and wash it carefully, this damn weather, running in the middle of the night, sweating so much, don't freeze it." ”

With that, he walked into the huge tent amid a shout of joy.

The tent was as big as a big house, with thirty-six thick wooden stakes nailed to the corners, and the thick tents were made of leather and made of deerskin and cowhide and other leathers, which were impervious to rain and snow.

On both sides of the tent, in the six braziers, there are high-quality deer oil, all of which are mixed with spices, and the fire is boiled with oil, and the fire is bright, but there is no black smoke that smokes the eyes.

As soon as he entered this tent, it was immediately much warmer, and two ** upper, majestic but bald Odin people came up, bent down to serve Hasting, took off the armor on his body, put on a black sè robe for him, and served him to scatter the hair on his head, and someone held a golden bowl, filled with a bowl of hot deer blood, Hastings also drank it all, after the deer blood was entered, a sudden heat and warmth rose in the abdomen, and there was no cold.

A few moments later, more than a dozen generals of the army dressed in various armor walked in outside the tent, and when they entered, the bald-headed servants touched the mats, and everyone sat on the ground at will, and sat around the tent, looking at Hastings quietly, waiting for the leader to give orders.

Hasteen stood there, his hair disheveled, his leather robe half-open, revealing his strong chest, looking at the dozen or so Odin generals in front of him-Odin people are generally tall and majestic, but in comparison, Hasteen looks much thinner, but so many majestic men like beasts, but they all look at him with reverent and surrendered eyes-Hasting's heart can't help but give birth to a faint pride.

This is my legion!!

"It's been a month since you corrected, can you rest?" Hastings sneered.

Immediately the generals below shouted one after another.

"Enough rest!

"Yes, in a month's time, everyone's bones are frozen, and if you don't move a few times, I'm afraid you'll be freezing!"

"This man who has eaten and drunk all day long is simply suffocating to death! Hasting, you can take us to fight!"

"Yes, our Black Flag Army, if we don't fight, our bodies will itch in three days!Hahahaha!"

"If it goes on like this, the boys will all have to grow fat!!"

Looking at the excitement below, Hastings smiled with satisfaction, and then raised his hand, and suddenly like a knife, it cut off the shouting in the tent, and everyone closed their mouths and stared at their commander tightly.

"Okay! Now that you've rested enough, it's time to move!" Hasting's eyes gradually revealed a blade-like edge, and the corners of his mouth sneered: "This ice and snow rì, everyone really doesn't have any taste, do you dare to go hunting with me!"

Hunt?

Everyone was at a loss.

"Hasting, where are we going to hunt? Are we going to the savages of the northern tundra, or are we going to the west to fight the unyielding barbarians?"

"Neither. Hastings snorted, and his eyes forced everyone to close their mouths again: "To the north and west, it is all ice and snow, and the snow is so thick that it is knee-deep, and we deer can't run! The skin of the people blown by the cold wind is about to crack! The roasted meat is frozen to stone in just one breath...... What kind of bullshit is in that kind of place!"

The eyes of the people below suddenly lit up.

"South!!" Hastings said in a loud voice, "The south is warm, the land is soft, our deer can run, those Byzantines are weak and incompetent, they are the prey of our Odin!

South?!Byzantium?!

The Odin generals in the tent were all stunned.

Going south to fight Byzantium was a tempting idea, but ...... This is no small matter of private hunting!

The structure of the Odin Empire is loose, although it is called an empire, but in fact, there are still many areas within the existence of tribal situations, and even in remote places, there are some barbarians who do not submit to the rule of the God Emperor, so in the Odin Empire, some armies occasionally go out to hunt and plunder, which is also an act of acquiescence to His Majesty the God Emperor.

But...... To the south...... Then it's not as simple as private hunting, but to start a national war!

"Are you afraid!" Hastings raised his eyebrows and looked at everyone with a sneer: "If you are afraid, get out of my tent, and then go back to Odin City with your baggage!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar below, and some Odin generals shouted: "What are we afraid of! We are not cowards! How can the Odin people be afraid of those Byzantine sheep!!"

"That's it!"

"Hasting!Don't underestimate people!!"

"We're not cowards!"

At last someone shouted: "Hasting, we are not cowards, but if you go south, you will provoke war without your Majesty's order......

Hastings laughed, then suddenly turned around, walked over to a case, grabbed something from the table, turned around and threw it on the ground.

The thing was thrown in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone's words suddenly stopped.

It was a gold medal, the size of a palm, with the appearance of a fanged bear head on it, and the gold medal glistened in the fire of the tent.

"Your Majesty's gold medal!?"

Hastings snorted and shouted, "This is Your Majesty's gold medal! I received it yesterday! Your Majesty ordered us to ...... To the south!!"

Suddenly, the tent burst into shouts and cheers.

"South!South!!South!!South!

Amidst the cheers, the Odin generals shouted: "Kill those Byzantine sheep and rob them of their horse armor!!"

Seeing that everyone was cheering, Hastings suddenly raised his hand, snapped, and slapped on the case, and suddenly the tent became solemn.

"Three days!"

Hasting's face was full of fierceness: "I will only give you three days! At noon after three days, the deer will be fed, the armor must be prepared, and the weapons must be polished, and we will go hunting this time! We will not bring any heavy baggage, and set off lightly! When we arrive in the south, we will kill those Byzantine sheep, and we are afraid that we will not have any baggage! At noon three days later, the whole army will march and go south! At that time, whoever dragged back and cut off his head and hung it on the flagpole!"

All the generals in the tent stood up and stood solemnly in front of them, waiting for Hastings to finish speaking, and a dozen Odin generals suddenly shouted.

"To the south!!"

※※※※※ Curran strode into the door, winked, and then the two warriors immediately closed the door and hung a thick leather curtain.

This tall, handsome but somewhat yīn soft Odin nobleman, with a face full of yīn gloom at this moment, walked into his hall, sat down heavily on the wide chair, grabbed a small harp, and plucked the strings a few times, but finally his mind was restless, and with a bang, a string broke at his fingertips.

Ke Curran's face became even more ugly, and he looked up at the other person in the room.

Via was already standing there, her purple hair wrapped in a hood, a long bow on her back, a light leather robe, and half of her face still covered with iron.

"You're leaving?!" Ke Curran frowned.

"A hundred days have passed. Via's tone was still so cold, and the half-faceless face was expressionless: "My business is done." ”

"Not necessarily, I'm afraid. Ke Curan sneered: "Do you know what news I just got?"

Via didn't speak, didn't even look at Ko Curran.

Ke Curran sighed, and then whispered, "My great father has sent my dear eldest brother out of Odin City! ”

Via remained silent.

"Don't you understand what I mean?" Ke Curran sneered, "My news is that my great father has sent someone to send a gold medal! If nothing else, Hasting's legion will be drawn immediately...... Guess where his blades would be pointing at such a time?"

Via finally spoke: "I remember that Odin's mission has only been on its way for less than ten days, and it is still on its way. Are you Odin going to make peace talks and sneak attack at the same time?"

"I'm not worried about that. Ke Kelan gritted his teeth: "But I didn't get the slightest news from this dispatch! Do you understand? My great father didn't even see me, didn't say a word to me! My legion is still repairing in the east......

With Via's still cold expression, Ke Kelan suddenly became annoyed: "Aren't you worried at all?"

"What are you worried about? Worried that your affairs will be known to Emperor Odin? Worried that he will know that you have dealings with us?"

"Hmph......" Ke Ke Kelan took a deep breath, he calmed down for a while, but a smile appeared on his face: "I know my father better than anyone else, he is not an old-fashioned stupid person! I and my brothers, all of us move, he knows very well, this is our Odin tradition, the strong are respected! In order to compete for the position of the strong, everyone has their own means, and he will not blame me for this...... But this time Hastings was there...... I don't want to see my big brother do anything! Aren't you worried that you Byzantium will suffer a big defeat?"

Via suddenly laughed.

When she smiled, even half of her face was beautiful, like a flower blooming, but her eyes were still cold.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but the order given to me by the teacher seems to keep you safe - a hundred days. Now, my business is done, and before I came, the teacher said to me, I should leave anything else, so I will leave immediately. When Via said this, her tone gradually became cold: "What's more...... Why should I worry about Byzantium? Hmph...... Byzantines, it's better to be dead. ”

※※※※※ "I just want to know what the hell you're planning to do this time." ”

Standing in the old tulip family's mansion outside the city, the Duke of Minas looked downcast: "I hope you'd better know what you're doing!"

Cavishil stood in the flower garden, he didn't answer the Duke of Minas's question, but leaned over and sniffed the flowers gently: "Your son is doing a good job, I heard that this flower garden was planted by Roddy, well, it doesn't look so dilapidated." Oh, you don't regret giving this house to that kid, do you?"

Duke Minas's face was full of exhaustion, he looked as if he was ten years older, and just stared at Cavishir coldly: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, Lord Duke, did you invite me here just to ask me a question? ”

Cavihill said, touching the petals with his hands, then turned around and smiled, "Why don't you plant tulips? ”

"Kavihir!" Duke Minas suddenly became angry: "You're a madman - I've always known that, you're a madman! You've always done those crazy things! You like to play the most dangerous games! But I warn you! This is an empire! An empire! Not those toys that can make you toss around!!This is an empire!!"

"I'm well aware. The god of Cavihill sè insipid: "Believe me, I know this empire better than you. ”

As he spoke, Cavishir suddenly smiled: "Duke Minas, what do you think I have done? In fact, all my actions, all my thoughts, have been doing the same thing for decades - well, yes, I have been doing one thing for decades. ”

"What?" said Duke Minas.

"Let our Majesty understand a fact...... Oh no, it should be said, he has long understood this fact, but he has always refused to face it, and what I have done is to make him finally make up his mind to face this fact!"

"......" Duke Minas silently said: "Don't, don't say it......"

"Nope. Cavihill shook his head: "This fact is: this empire should have perished a long time ago! Our choice is to let it end with dignity, or to do it vigorously, perhaps to reverse the fate of history! As for continuing to breathe...... It's a pity that our Majesty doesn't want to continue to breathe, he wants a result, it's as simple as that. ”

The Duke of Minas's body shook, and he shook it, barely standing firm by holding on to a tree next to him.

"Oh, don't do that, Minas, the way you look will make me sick. Cavihill's words were grim: "You are surprised? No, you should not be surprised, because you, like Your Majesty, have long been aware of this fact, but you have always refused to face it......! That day will come. So, didn't you make a decision? You transferred Roddy out of dìdū, didn't you? Look, you know what you know, so you transferred your only son!"

Cavishir's words made the Duke of Minas completely speechless, he just stared at Cavishir tightly, but the corners of his eyes kept trembling.

"You know it, and I know it. Kavihill smiled as if "all this should have happened a long time ago...... Decades ago, when the owner of this house was still around, we had the opportunity to put an end to it and let that result happen! but this time, we didn't! and chose to continue to let the empire breathe...... But now, this result will still come! For decades, His Majesty Kantos did not succeed, and it turned out that our choice back then was wrong. Now, then, the result will come...... Neither you nor I could have prevented this from happening. So Lord Duke Minas ......"

Cavihill looked at the decades-old friend: "This is the last time I'll see you in this place, and from today, I won't set foot here again...... You'd better not have to!, because this place is now its rightful owner!"

Seeing that Cavishil turned around to leave, the Duke of Minas suddenly trembled, "Wait, wait!"

"What's the problem, old friend. Cavishir stopped, but didn't look back.

"You...... How sure are you?"

Cavishir still didn't look back, his voice came coldly, "Sure? no, I'm not sure. But, anyway, we should have lost it decades ago......! Even if we lose, do we have a loss......? Your Majesty's exact words were, 'I can afford to lose!', Minas, Your Majesty has seen it, what else do you not see?"

Seeing the figure of Cavishil walking out of the door, the Duke of Minas suddenly felt as if the strength of his whole body had been drained. He stood there dejectedly, muttering to himself.

"I should have killed him! I should have killed him! I should have killed this madman decades ago!"

※※※※A simple carriage slowly drove over the bridge, and when it entered the Arc de Triomphe, the guards under the city gate did not dare to do the slightest obstruction, and respectfully let the carriage pass slowly.

The carriage looked unremarkable, and even the horses pulling it were just ordinary horses, but the guards at the city gate knew the carriage - in fact, there were not a few people in the dìdū who knew it.

Because everyone knows that the owner of this carriage is the guy who no one dares to provoke in today's dìdū - that Heavenly Evil Lone Star, Cavihill!

Cavihill slouched back in the seat, his knees still covered with a blanket, as if he were closing his eyes.

The groom who drove the car was his old servant for many years, and the car drove extremely steadily.

Just as the carriage had entered the city and passed through a street that was not too wide, the carriage suddenly slowed down, and then slowly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Cavishir opened his eyes as he sat in the carriage.

"Sir, the two carriages in front of us have collided together, and the road is blocked, and we may need to take a detour back. The coachman replied outside.

A smile suddenly bloomed in Cavishir's eyes, and then he shook his head: "Alas...... Is...... What a ......."

At this moment, the street has been blocked, the road in front of the two carriages twisted and entangled, the wheels and hubs are broken, I am afraid that it will not be able to move for a while, and the coachmen on both sides are scuffling together and scolding, and the surrounding onlookers have also gathered several floors.

At this moment, on the houses on both sides of the road, the windows facing the street on both sides opened, and several jīngzhi crossbows were revealed, aimed at the carriage of Kavishir in the middle of the road!

In the midst of the noise, the sound of the crossbow shè was muffled, and there was a few thuds, and shè was on the carriage, but the seemingly ordinary plank was obviously much stronger than it looked!

A few crossbow arrows were immediately bounced away, and then the groom's face changed, and he shouted: "There is an assassin!

The old groom jumped up suddenly, his old-looking body suddenly straightened, and with a flick of his wrist, the horsewhip instantly straightened into a straight line! The two crossbow arrows flying in front of him suddenly snapped twice, and they were directly broken into several pieces!!

This old-looking groom actually has such strength!

"Don't come out, sir!" exclaimed, and the old groom jumped on the roof of the carriage, and the whip in his hand turned into a circle, and he heard the sound of crackling and crackling, and several crossbow arrows were blocked by him.

But at this time, suddenly, a figure fell from the sky, a guy with a black sè holster on his head fell on the roof of the carriage, a bright long sword stabbed at the old groom, the old groom roared, the long whip flung over, and this person was entangled, this guy with a holster on his head was very strong in martial arts, and a ball of light erupted on the blade of the sword, and the long whip was immediately twisted into pieces! The old groom swung his fist to meet it, and the two collided together, and rolled off the carriage at the same time.

At this time, I heard a boom, and a huge crossbow bolt blasted over, listening to this movement, it was actually the sound that only a military ballista could make!

With a bang, the crossbow bolt shè on the carriage, instantly shattering the carriage, and there was no room for Cavishil to hide inside!

At this moment, a figure leaped onto the roof, and the man opened his longbow and aimed it at Kavehill...... This man still had a leather holster on his head, the longbow was instantly drawn into the shape of a full moon, and the arrow shone with silver sè!

Shout!

When this sound of breaking the air sounded, the silver sè's arrow light had already reached Cavishir's face, and it went directly into his chest!

Snatch!!!

A silver sè arrow shaft pierced Cavishir's chest, and the shaft of the arrow directly pierced Cavishir's body, nailing the emperor's most trusted wise man to the wooden board of the carriage!!

Cavihill leaned there, his face pale, but he raised his hand and grasped the shaft of the arrow in his chest, blood gushed out frantically, but there was no pain on Cavehill's face, he just lowered his eyes, looked at the end of the arrow on his chest, and suddenly, he smiled.

"Really...... Uncreative assassination. ”

Immediately, he closed his eyes.

The Emperor's most trusted confidant, and also considered the de facto Prime Minister of the Empire, Kavihir, was assassinated on the streets of Dìdū Oorgillia!

This news, almost like a violent wind, swept the entire continent in an instant!

※※※※ Even when the whole continent was turbulent, a certain turtle was still nesting in the deep mountain forest, with an axe and firewood in his hand.

"Split, split!" Merlin sneered on the side: "If you can carve a chrysanthemum, I will believe you." ”