The sky of Issos was always so gloomy and bleak. Maybe once in a while, there will be a day or two when it's really sunny, and the sun is shining, drying the water on the ground. But for the people who still live in the city with trepidation, the sun is brighter than the snow and ice in the north.

Willis stood outside the walls of the Sacred Palace, silently awaiting the Great Khan's call. The eyes on the old face were still shining. With a little teasing gaze, he looked at the rows of ugly heads of the orcs on the palace wall, and only half of the neck was still hung with a little bit of broken flesh, which kept oozing dark red viscous liquid, which was inserted into the iron nails of the outer pillars of the palace wall.

These unfortunate ghosts were the samurai who were in charge of the siege of the Sacred Palace—elites gathered from many of the smaller tribes that had already surrendered. Not long ago, several unknown guys suddenly broke into the Holy Palace, and their movements were so swift that almost no one could stop them. A thunderous bow and arrow, a long sword with no shadow in sight, and an old man who is a trickster. Strange combination, but admittedly, they are very powerful.

Although Willis did not understand military affairs, even then he served as a squire for a famous knight in his youth, learning some basic swordsmanship and combat techniques. The extremely powerful fighting skills of those three people are simply unheard of, and they are definitely not ordinary rangers.

However, although they are very powerful, their goal is too unbelievable - even if he wants to assassinate Ashina Khan, Willis will sigh at best, such a reckless move will only make the enraged orc tribe unite and launch a full-scale attack on the human Shijie.

Hatred always makes people lose their minds and do many things that they would not dare to think of - some are haode, but most of them are bad. The so-called salvation is only to satisfy the sense of self-fulfillment in the end.

But the magic is in this place. Their goal was not Ashina's life. As far as Villiers had learned from some places, if these people wanted to do this. There were at least three or four chances, but they all gave up, just taking something very historically commemorable.

"Weishenme, they have to take the sword drawing stone with them at such a big risk?" Willis was distressed. Although this thing is indeed of great historical value - legend has it that the Holy Sword Radiant Cross was inserted in it, and none of the three hundred best knights of the human Shijie succeeded, Zuihou Aragorn pulled it out and crowned the Emperor of Man.

But regardless of whether this thing is real or not, even if this stone is the one with the glorious cross inserted back then, the holy sword has long since disappeared in the long river of history. How much significance can a stone have? The Holy Empire of Pander was still strong and had some value, but now it ...... Hey, don't mention it.

With a little puzzled doubt, Willis quietly walked into this splendid palace, which was already a little dilapidated. Everything is still so familiar, and everything is no longer the way it used to be.

On the cold palace, the fierce-eyed orc sat high. Vellis, who looked a little withered, took a deep breath, then bent down his straight waist with his chest, and knelt down on his right leg.

"The great, supreme, holy Khan of Ashina. The ruler of all tribes, the leader of all knowing. Willis's face stiffened, and there was humility in his voice: "Your courtiers have come to pay homage to you!"

Ashina, who heard the voice, looked down at Willis in the hall arrogantly. The angry gaze made the old man shudder slightly.

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After resting for half a day in Talboa, Theodore marched into the Kwyn River region with half of his Roman legions and the Knights of the Dawn. Although nominally a fast march, try not to delay. But the Roman legions, which had always paid attention to military appearance and logistics. Theodore decided to march along the river, and sought supplies from the towns along the Kwyn, and if he could, he planned to levy some ships. Advance the delivery of some heavy baggage.

"Oh my God, it's ...... It's so beautiful!" Lord Terenus's aide-de-camp, Lord Will, couldn't help but say, and turned his head to ask the Knight of Ain beside him, "Is this the Kwyn River?"

"This is the upper reaches of the Kwyn River, and not long before that is the domain of the Charles family, and there is a very famous bazaar. The knight of Ain, who was dragging the reins of his horse, maneuvered the white horse under him with ease, and said with a little smugness: "The people here call it 'the cradle of bread' - the land moistened by the river receives a considerable harvest every year, and then the merchants take it to the whole northern district for sale." ”

"The farmers here must have been very wealthy. Will exclaimed, a little distractedly. From afar, the golden sunlight shines on the blue waves, and the wide river surface is like broken golden glass, gently swaying. Plump and lush grass fills the banks on both sides, and the calm water is completely different from the rough waters of the Vistula. If I had to describe it, one was a brave but often angry warrior, and the other was a quiet, smiling girl who was watching the people on the shore whenever and wherever she was.

"It's like Her Highness Helena. The corners of Will's mouth curled slightly, and he muttered a self-contained laugh. was discovered by Ain on the side: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying...... If you can be as elegant as this river, you may be able to be seen as a true aristocratic lady. Will rolled his eyes, reined his horse, and hurried forward.

"What......" Ai Yin was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Will had long since disappeared, so he quickly whipped up his anger and ran towards the smoke and dust he left behind: "You give me zhanzhu!

Roman legionnaires marched slowly along the Kwyn River, banners of golden laurel wreaths and glorious crosses hoisted high and swayed in the air, proclaiming the authority of the great army.

Theodore rode his beloved horse Weber, dressed in military uniform, at the front of the queue, looking at the Kwyn River not far away, and his whole body and mind calmed down.

"It's as beautiful as Vistula. Helena on the side whispered, wearing silver armor and milky white cape, Helena was more eye-catching than Theodore in a purple robe: "Serene, peaceful." ”

"I believe that the people here will also live a prosperous life. Theodore nodded, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Such a river can raise at least a million farmers and craftsmen." ”

"Are you homesick? Theodore looked at the "Pendragon of Zuihou" with pity: "Remembering your brother?"

"No, nothing. Helena pursed her lips and shook her head slightly: "It's just that I'm a little nostalgic, this place is really similar to the Vistula River in Issos." ”

"It's okay!" Diodore perked up, "We'll take back that city, take back the city that belongs to you, and then we'll be able to see it together." ”

"We will spend the night in the Charles family's territory today and replenish some supplies, especially food. Theodore said: "You know, in Laria, which is still in turmoil, food is not cheap. ”

"Here you go. Helena lifted the Radiant Cross with her right hand and placed it in front of Theodore's eyes, and a warm smile appeared on her face: "Emperor Theodore Julian, don't forget your sword. ”

"I don't think the Lord of the Charles family will drive me out of the door because I didn't bring my own sword!" Theodore laughed out loud and looked calmly into Helena's blue eyes, "And, aren't you still there, my dear Princess Helena." ”

"I know I can't help you much, but I'll do my best. Helena gently shoved the holy sword into Theodore's hand, and her face flushed faintly: "I am a descendant of Pendragon!"

"You've helped me a lot. Theodore whispered, "I will use my own liliang to make the nobles sincerely submit." ”

"Gotta be... Killing? I mean we're going to Laria now, right?" Helena's face turned a little pale, "Can't you use some...... A gentler way?"

"Maybe, maybe you're right. Theodore shrugged his shoulders and said, "But we can't wait, at least give them a strong deterrent so that they are willing to give up the fight." ”

"As long as there is a war, there will be people who will die unfortunately, and there will be many wives and families who will be separated. Theodore said, "We will eventually go to war with the Orcs, and perhaps with the Noldor Elves or the Dwarves of the Black Rock Basin. There must be thousands, if not more, of the victims!"

"Your ancestor, the Emperor Aragorn, taught me a truth - that the purpose of war is not to create hatred and revenge against the enemy, but to defend dignity and create peace. Theodore smiled and held up the Radiant Cross and said, "Only then will all the sacrifices be worth it." ”

"I always thought that the Radiant Cross was a very powerful sword that could defeat all enemies in an instant, so that Aragorn could become the Emperor of Men, and the knights were so eager to have it. Theodore laughed at himself, "But I was wrong, what the Radiant Cross left behind was faith and spirit." ”

"You have the blood of Aragon in your veins, my dear Helena. Theodore whispered, "You hate war as much as he does, and you can see what is behind it, and that's what I need." ”

"If one day I become insane, longing for war, and losing my mind for the sake of so-called merit. Theodore gently took Helena's little hand, "Please bring me back." (To be continued......)