The ancient messenger also included the functions of a diplomat, in other words, the role of communication with other countries.

But the messenger sent by the Coalition had no intention of entering the city, and after handing over the letter he had brought with him to the guards who were staring at him with ferocious eyes, he rode back with a breezy smile, as if it were really just a simple message.

Letters from enemy messengers are passed down layer by layer to the city's apex of power, lord Ariana.

In the hall surrounded by the upper echelons of the city, Ariana sat upright and opened the parchment rolled up in a stack, on which were written three words in black ink—

"Descend, or die."

There was even an olive branch in the parchment roll.

Ariana immediately threw the sheepskin roll to the ground, her brow furrowed, and roared like a lioness.

"This is an insult to Omlin, damned puppeteers! Do you really think you've won!! ”

Liu Yuan and the others looked at her worriedly.

Ariana was in a very bad state, the originally smooth eye bags now had faint dark circles, her face was abnormally red, her anger made her unable to control her expression, and her hands on the armrests trembled slightly.

Although she knew that last night's defeat would definitely affect her, she didn't expect it to be so big.

Compared to the unrecognizable Ariana last night, Ariana is undoubtedly out of control now, and the more angry she is, the more bottomless she is, which makes everyone in the hall feel related to the war that will start next.

As a leader, you must always be rational at all times, your emotions are not exposed, no matter how bad the situation is, you can show a smile, tell your strategy indifferently, and make it impossible to guess what she is thinking, this is a good monarch.

Once the superior shows his decline, his subordinates will also be affected, and even if the situation is not right, it is possible to throw himself directly to the side of the Coalition Army.

There is no shortage of grass in this world.

Liu Yuan thought that Ariana had the qualities of an excellent superior, but when they first met, she did behave well, cordial, generous, and elegant and prestigious, and even reminded Liu Yuan of Nero for a while. But she didn't expect to suffer only one defeat, and she was forced to the edge of the cliff, like a female dragon that had been touched by the scales.

It seems that these Roman nobles have really been comfortable for too long, and they can't afford even a little setback.

Liu Yuan shook his head and glanced at Olga Marie next to him.

Olga Marie asked in a low voice, "What next?" If you want to escape, take advantage of it now. ”

"No, if I had been a deserter, Nero wouldn't have been able to see me, and I didn't want to lose my job."

"Cut."

Olga Marie pursed her lips and pondered for a while, but she couldn't help but say: "It doesn't matter if you lose your identity, you can't follow these people to death, your life is worth more than them." ”

Liu Yuan looked at her in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Olga Marie blushed, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried about you, it's just that if you die, it will become very troublesome, so, so ........"

"Well, I understand."

Liu Yuan sighed.

The survival of human reason, the future of mankind, and the fate of the Chaldeans turned into substantial pressure on his shoulders.

As the only surviving lord of the Chaldees, he could never die.

His life is not his.

"It's okay, don't worry....... We haven't lost yet. ”

"Yes..... Is it? ”

Olga Marie looked thoughtfully at the servants around her, who were out of step with the solemn atmosphere in the hall, and said no more.

When Ariana had vented her anger and calmed down a little, she summoned her messenger to the hall and instructed him to bring something to the enemy.

The messenger received the order, and after about fifteen minutes, the messenger on horseback set out from Omlin and arrived at the Combine camp five hundred meters away from the walls of the North Gate.

As if in return, Omlin's messenger had no intention of entering the camp, handed a bulging parchment to the guard, and left with a cold snort.

When Caesar received the reply from Omlin, he was having dinner with his generals.

When he was summoned as a Heroic Spirit, I don't know if something went wrong, or if the Holy Grail decided that this form was the best time for Caesar, who was summoned in his forties and after his forties.

The appearance is simply a pig dressed in a noble red robe, the big belly almost tears his clothes, and the small eyes always seem to be thinking about some bad ideas, and Caesar is obviously the unpopular type in terms of appearance alone.

But no one dares to underestimate this fat man.

His wisdom led the Combine to defeat thousands of Omlin's troops in one night, and by the simple means of diverting attention and harassing the battle, he led the enemy into a trap as if the enemy had jumped in on his own initiative, and even those around Caesar could not help but be in awe of his excellent command skills.

He is worthy of the uncrowned king of the Roman Empire, Julius Caesar.

And in addition to wisdom, Caesar's force is impeccable, or rather, far beyond the expectations of others. Caesar single-handedly carried out the feat of breaking into the city last night and causing Omrin great disgrace. If it weren't for that monster-like force, where could it be so easy to succeed, I'm afraid it would take a lot of effort to even break the door.

It was a beautiful battle that boosted the morale of all Caesar's army, and everyone was looking forward to the next great battle, as if convinced that it would be their side that would win.

In the noisy tent camp, a long table was placed in the middle, and the generals of the army talked chaotically, talking while eating, without any regard for etiquette. Caesar didn't care whether they obeyed the etiquette or not, sat upright on the big chair on the top, cut off half of the steak with a knife and stuffed it directly into his mouth and chewed.

Even if the food is ugly and the mouth is full of oil, the majesty emanating from the narrowed little eyes is hardly unpleasant.

A herald came in from his tent, knelt down beside Caesar, and handed him a parchment that bulged as if he were wrapped in something.

"Report to your lordship, this is something from Omrin's messenger, we have checked it, and there are no mechanisms or toxins."

"Hmm."

Caesar answered, swallowing the meat from his mouth, picking up a white cloth and wiping his mouth, before taking the herald's hand from the parchment and opening it.

A pigeon with its throat cut fell out of it and fell on Caesar's plate with a "pop".

There was a sudden silence in the tent.

Strangely, Caesar was not only not annoyed, but also looked at the white pigeon corpse on the plate and laughed.

He tossed the blank parchment to the herald, picked up the glass he had and drank it in one gulp, then slammed it on the table and stood up with a wipe of the corners of his mouth.

"Everyone, the war has begun."

"Oh!!" ”