Winster didn't ride a horse today.

When he left the presbytery, he rode in a modest wagon, which soon disappeared into the bustling traffic of Triumph Boulevard.

The carriage turned left and right, occasionally alongside other carriages, and after some inversion, Winster had replaced three carriages, and the carriage had a very different appearance.

In the last carriage, Modesecic had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw him come in, he smiled and said hello.

"The plan worked," Winster sat beside him, his voice deliberately low, unable to hide his excitement, "the old ones, agreed to our terms. ”

"Well, then, it's half done," reminded Modescic, seeing his joy, without a trace, "but before that, you need to be cautious so as not to show your feet." ”

"It's me who lost my temper," Winster nodded, quickly calmed down, and introduced him, "According to the information I have received, they will be launched in two or three days, when the private armies of the major nobles will join forces, and the Praetorian Guard will control all the gates of the Norman city, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave...... The 2,000 gold-robed guards stationed in the palace, as well as a small number of security troops, were no match for the nobles' private army, and in just one night, the entire Norman city would fall into their hands. ”

"All the noble private armies have infiltrated the city?" asked Mordschic.

"During this time, they have been sending private troops into the city from other places under various pretexts, and the total number of men has reached more than 30,000, although the strength is uneven, but they have an overwhelming advantage in numbers," replied Winster, "These private troops, scattered in the estates of the major nobles, have been issued armor and weapons, ready to go at any time. ”

"More than 30,000 ......," Mordschic mused. "If they are allowed to occupy Norman City, will they be out of control?"

"There is a difference between a private army and a regular army," replied Winster, after a moment's thought, "and if you time your troops well, you can easily defeat them." Wipe out the rebellion and retake the city. ”

"When to send troops and how to march still need to be discussed in detail. Modesic gave the coachman a command, and the carriage turned back again, and after about a quarter of an hour, it came to a slow stop.

Modesic and Winster stepped out of the carriage, a tree-lined compound that was supposed to be on the outskirts of the city. They entered the room one after the other, and in the hall on the ground floor, there were seven or eight people talking to each other.

"Your Excellency. Seeing Mordschic arrive, everyone got up at the same time, and then greeted Winster again. These were the members of the "Iron Lions" who stayed in Norman, and four of them were dressed in civilian clothes, but they were bright-eyed and muscular. Sitting upright, he should be a military attache in the army.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Long waiting. Mordschic smiled and motioned for everyone to sit down, and they sat around the conference table, patiently listening to Winster's presentation of the aristocratic arrangement.

"Four, do you have any objections to this?" asked Modesic in a clear voice as Winster finished speaking.

Those four military attaches are the four commanders of the Praetorian Guard. On the surface, they have an ambiguous relationship with the aristocratic forces. But in fact, they were the first members of the "Iron Lions" in the early days of its existence.

"Winster is right," a black-faced, short-bearded leader replied with a nod. "If the timing is right, these scattered aristocratic private armies are no match for our Praetorian Guard, but ......"

"Seeing that he wanted to stop talking, Mordschic wondered, "Could it be that there is something tricky?"

"It's easy to defeat them, but it's even more difficult to annihilate them all," the other commander said, shaking his head and sighing, "A big city like Norman is full of streets and alleys, and it takes a lot of time and energy to find out the rebels one by one. ”

"It doesn't matter, we have time," Mordschic said flatly, "Seal the Norman gates, send troops to search the whole city, and if you don't succeed in ten days, you will have to wipe out the rebels in ten days, and if you don't do ten days, you will have to wipe out the rebels." ”

"But in this way, the desperate rebels are afraid that they will take risks," the black-faced commander hesitated, but a benevolent man, "not only will our soldiers and soldiers increase their battle losses because of this, but even the people of the whole city will suffer unjustified disasters." ”

Mordschic frowned, pondered for a long time, and suddenly took out two things from his bosom and threw them on the table, his tone resolute, "This is a military talisman, this is an edict signed by the king himself, ordering us to eliminate all the rebellious nobles at any cost...... I don't need to teach you how to do it, right?"

"Yes. Everyone present stood up and responded, their faces awe-inspiring.

Modesic also stood up and rolled out the Norman defense map to discuss specific countermeasures with everyone. After the division of responsibilities of the four commanders, the specially selected elite was led by Winster himself. When the discussion was over, the black-faced military attache suddenly asked, "My lord, do you want to inform the old general Kudran about this?"

"Do you think he'll agree to our military plan?" asked Mordschic.

"The old general has been guarding Norman for many years, and he loves the people like a son, so he shouldn't agree. The Blackface Commander said frankly.

"Then don't let me know. Mordschic waved his hand.

"But in this way, won't the safety of the old general not be guaranteed?" the four commanders said one after another. With the character of the old general Kudran, even if there is not a single soldier under his command, he will rise up to resist and stand up to the wrong.

Seeing that their faces were anxious, Mordschic knew that his stubbornness would make them feel disgusted, so he said, "The old general, I will personally go out, you can rest assured." ”

"I'm tired of my lordship," said the four commanders, kowtowing to their chests, "and we will do everything in our power to quell the rebellion of the nobles." ”

In December of the third year of the revival calendar, a lot happened.

The south, the north, the battlefield, the court, the turbulent currents rushed, swelled and fell.

Innedil indulged in the dreams woven by the Pale Lord, King Nacini sharpened his bloody sword at his waist, and the new army of light faced off against Snowdon's southern expeditionary army across the river, and the horn of the decisive battle was about to sound.

Behind the Lion King, there is unity, and there are also swords and swords. The aristocratic camp joined forces to rebel, and from the capital city of Norman to the valley of the Herseus River, a huge net slowly rose.

A fresh fish bouncing in the net.

The elves of the Moon Song Forest, the merchant lords of the Torm Federation, the princesses of the southern kingdom, the kings of the northern lands, the disciples of the Sword Saints, and the Sky Palace, in this gamble of heaven and earth, they all made bets.

The evil god of the underworld who sits high in the "Fortress of Sorrows" observes the chess pieces in his hand with great interest. He is a bookmaker, a bookmaker who never fails, and when gamblers lose red-eyed and shed tears, he will accept this qiē with a smirk.

The fleeting joy of blooming flowers, and the eternal despair that followed.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Today's second update.) ）