Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Several villagers who were pale and trembling stood in a row in a long room.

This is their first time in Madrid and the first time they have entered a big city, but what awaits them is a terrible fate.

Except for those killed on the spot by the search team, the men of Blackpool Village, including the village chief, were escorted to Madrid.

For this, Madrid's search team paid a big price.

After confirming the whereabouts of Juana and others, the search team sent people to ask for help from other expelled companions. At the same time, they quickly concealed the traces of the people from Valladolid that they had killed before, and carefully hid in In the village.

But even so, they still leaked their whereabouts.

In order to transport the remains of Juana and others back to Madrid, the search team and the Vallidodes, who had discovered unusual news nearby, launched a cruel chase and massacre.

When the Valaridodes finally discovered the unusual situation near the village not far from the Segovia ferry and sent a large number of troops to investigate what happened, the search team had already crossed the country with their "trophies". Govia ferry, fled to the area controlled by the Madrid.

In this way, the whereabouts of Juana will naturally be leaked, but the Valaritods did not know that the corpses that were taken away by the Madrid people were put in coffins.

But of course this can't be kept for long. As the coffins enter Madrid, a real storm has inevitably come.

The villagers were escorted to the palace and entered such a luxurious place for the first time, but they had no idea where they were due to panic.

They only knew that when they saw them, the people around them exploded with terrible anger, and those noble lords who looked noble and well-dressed at this time rushed towards them like the most savage thugs.

If it were not for the guards desperately to stop them, maybe they would not have time to be sent to the young nobleman in front of them, and they would have been torn to pieces by those angry people on the road.

Of course, these villagers don't know how many of the nobles are really out of anger, and how many are just to behave. It's nothing more than an attitude of being a courtier, but some of them still have their lives because of it.

Unfortunately, it was the village chief who was killed in the chaos.

"You murdered those poor people."

The voice of the young nobleman was very calm, but the more the villagers were like this, the more disturbed they were. They already knew what terrible fate was waiting for them, but they still hoped for a miracle somewhat with fluke.

"Master, we didn't harm them ourselves..." A villager plucked up the courage to defend.

"But you watched them die," Alexander interrupted him. "Or you did it all on purpose. Yes, you know that the road is dangerous. The road has been eroded over the years and has formed a collapsed mud ditch. Just think about the result above, so you don’t have to do anything, just stand there and watch it."

Alexander said quietly, his tone was always calm and there was no ups and downs, it seemed that he was talking only a small thing, but his words made the people who heard him couldn't help but chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"Think about it, they fell into that deep ditch, and the surrounding sand kept pouring down, pouring into the car and gradually submerging their bodies. They crawled out desperately, perhaps even asking you for help, but you just stood there. Looking at the poor people indifferently, watching them struggle, howls of despair, and perhaps the curse on you before they died, and then they were drowned alive in the muddy water."

Alexander spoke slowly. The moment in the whole hall was so depressing that people could barely breathe. Someone pulled the collar with difficulty as if to catch their breath, but I could not help but slow down when I could see the sculptural motionless appearance of others around me. Slowly put his hand back.

"You are guilty," Alexander raised his tone slightly. He calmly looked at the villagers in front of him. Whether it was out of need or the behavior of these people, he didn't hesitate about the judgment that was about to be made, just watching for some reason. These people were a little speechless. "You will be sentenced to beheaded, your heads will be used to show the public, your bodies will be burned, and you will go to **** forever because of the crimes you committed."

"I want to confess!" a villager suddenly yelled, ignoring the pulling of the guard next to him and leaping forward desperately, "I want a priest, I don't want to go to hell, you have no right to judge my soul, God will forgive me! "

Alexander looked at him and shook his head. His voice was still calm, but there was no doubt: "You will not be forgiven, because the crimes you committed, even the Pope cannot help you free your soul, because you don’t know that you murdered Who."

Hearing Alexander's words, the man couldn't help but was stunned. He couldn't stop struggling and stared blankly at the opposite young nobleman.

"You murdered your queen and her husband, Prince Philip, the son of Emperor Maximian, and the queen's most trusted priest, the chief judge of the religious court. God sent us to punish the heresy and evil warrior Tango. Pastor Ma, you are offending God."

Alexander’s words shattered the last extravagant hopes of the villagers. They stared blankly at the man in front of him who announced their fate, and then one of them suddenly yelled in horror, his body slumped to the ground, and there was a foul smell. It came out from the floor under him.

"You are not heretics, so you will not be sent to the stake, and you are destined to be in different places because of the crimes you have committed. This is the punishment you deserve. This is based on the laws of Castile and the nobles. We have given me the power to give you punishment," Alexander slowly stood up, and under the gaze of the people around him, he looked condescendingly at the villagers who were pressed to the ground. "I am Joe Modilo A Stamara, the cousin of Queen Juana, the prince of Castile."

The trial is over. In fact, this trial is only a formal trial from beginning to end. For many people, it has extremely important and far-reaching significance.

For the first time, Alexander officially appeared in front of the nobles of Castilla as the prince of Castile. This step is of great significance to both Alexander himself and the nobles who participated in the meeting.

From this moment on, Alexander will completely put aside all concealments, excuses and disguise, and he will appear before people as the heir to the throne of Castile after Juana's death.

This means that he will inevitably compete with Juana's children for the throne. This scene reminds many people of the war for the throne between Isabella and Juana.

History is so similar, it seems that everything just wanders in place, never taking a real step.

The execution after the trial was just as Gonzalo hoped, and he served as the execution supervisor.

Alexander knew that Gonzalo was using this way to end the relationship that had lasted for many years with Isabella.

Since then, Gonzalo de Córdoba and Isabella’s descendants of Astamara have never been involved anymore.

The execution was carried out in the palace, because news of the murder of Juana and his wife finally spread.

The Madrid people were completely stunned by this terrible shock. People first asked each other "Is this not true", and after getting more and more affirmative answers, they cried loudly.

Many people start to do all kinds of crazy things because of anger, and some even mutilate their bodies in extreme ways. It seems that all this is because of their own fault.

The Madrid nobles began to panic. They didn't expect Juana to have such an influence among ordinary people, but they soon understood what was going on.

In a short period of time, two Castilian queens passed away one after another. This blow is indeed shocking.

The people think this is God's punishment of Castile, at least it is punishing the Astamara family.

But soon people heard of another rumor that made them more difficult to accept.

"The queen was killed, but not by those lowly villagers, but by someone who longed for her life."

Once such messages spread, the anger of the people can be imagined.

They asked loudly who was the murderer of those who made this terrible guess?

The answers they received were ambiguous, but so clear.

"Have you never heard of the queen being imprisoned before?"

"If the queen dies, who can get enough benefits?"

"Why did the queen suddenly leave her Vallitod, and even run away with her husband and the priest?"

"I heard that Prince Philip's health is very bad, but that's it. They would rather escape from Valaritod. So what are they afraid of?"

People ask questions, but all they get are rhetorical questions.

But it was these rhetorical questions, yet they pointed all goals to someone so clearly.

Ferdinand!

Even if no one really said the name, even ordinary people with no knowledge know who people are suspicious.

And this kind of suspicion does not require evidence, or even whether it is reasonable, it is enough for people to know that there is a person who has a reason and is capable of doing these terrible things.

Madrid people, boiled with anger!

Even the nobles of Madrid dare not imagine that when they see angry people rushing to the palace, the scene is as terrible as a frenzy!

It seems that nothing can stop them, any obstacles that try to stand in front of them will be torn, trampled, and crushed ruthlessly by them!

This is the power of the people, and it is the terrible destructive power that angry people can erupt.

Not only did the nobles dare not stop, they even dared not appear in front of the people.

Because the civilians at this time are the most angry and the most irrational. When they are completely ignited by anger, they can only think of destroying everything.

They will think that as long as the nobles are in collusion with Ferdinand, they don't need a reason but just want to take the opportunity to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts.

Therefore, they can't distinguish the enemy from us at all, so that even their supporters may become their poor victims of venting their anger.

But when the people came outside the palace, they were blocked by the guards that had been prepared.

Sophisticated swords, guns, armor, muskets, and cannons.

When these armed forces appeared in the eyes of the people, the angry people seemed to calm down a little.

Then someone shouted to the palace. They asked the mayor and General Gonzalo, who is said to be in the palace, to come out, tell everyone the truth, and even give them the murderers who killed the queen's family.

Amid the constant shouts of the people, Don Bandraz appeared.

The mayor of Madrid asked the people to calm down in a humble tone that he had never seen before. He kept beckoning to everyone, and then in a sad tone proved people's speculation to the respected citizens who were recommended to speak to him.

"The queen was murdered by those people. Now her poor soul has gone to heaven. Although this is God's arrangement, please believe that I am as sad as you."

After the mayor finished speaking, he suddenly became strong again. He told the people to announce: "Fortunately, His Royal Highness Joel Modilo Astamara has done justice to the poor queen. His Royal Highness already feels that those people The beheading was executed by General Gonzalo himself."

The mayor’s explanation eased the anger of the citizens somewhat, but even then they were still extremely angry.

In particular, ordinary people standing farther away did not get vented because of the result after hearing the words from the front. On the contrary, they were even more angry because they had not been able to punish the criminals with their own hands.

"The mastermind! We need to know who the mastermind is!" Someone suddenly shouted in the crowd, "Is it that person? Did he murder the Queen's family?!"

This question made Don Bandraz startled.

Although Juana's accidental death could give them unexpected benefits, Don Bandraz knew it was a double-edged sword.

When using this sharp sword to stab at the enemy, he may hurt himself at any time.

So he knew that he had to draw the people's attention to where they needed it as soon as possible, and at this time he had no time to discuss with Alexander in the palace.

How to do?

Juan Fernando Don Bandraz's head burst into sweat instantly!

He knew that the next decision he had to make might affect the fate of the entire Bandraz family.

Whether to become the leader of Castile's future upstarts, or to put the surname family to shame, or even the entire family may be wiped out, the struggle at this moment is simply torment for Don Banderas.

Then Don Bandraz almost forgot what he was talking about. His ears were buzzing, and his whole body was numb with excitement. He didn't know this was caused by the adrenaline stimulation, but he did He clearly heard the roar like waves caused by his words.

"Punish the mastermind! Go to Valaritod! Punish the mastermind! Go to Valaritod!"

The shouts of the people went higher and higher, and finally someone stood up and began to call on the people: "Go petition, petition to Prince Joel, please take us to Valaritod to punish the murderer!"

There were a few people, and then someone joined, and then more and more people started to shout!

Don Bandraz, who was still agitated, narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't know if all of this was being manipulated in secret, but seeing the emotions of the people being stirred up, he suddenly secretly felt lucky for his decision just now.

If at that moment he chose to be silent or hesitate a little, then his destiny may change dramatically.

But these assumptions no longer exist, and he made the most correct choice.

All he needs to do now is to do his best to help Alexander and realize those dreams with himself.

The voice of the people cannot be violated, especially when almost the entire city is in an extremely excited state, so Alexander quickly appeared on the wall of the palace in response to the calls of the people.

When the mayor of Madrid stood on his left and Gonzalo appeared on his right, the excited people were a little bit unsure of what to do next, and then someone in the crowd broke out with a shocking shout: "Long live the king! "

This cry left the Madrid people in a momentary daze, and then someone yelled as if they were waking up from a dream.

Isabella passed away and Juana had an accident. Who else is in the Astamara family now?

It is impossible for Enrique's daughter Juana to inherit the throne of Castilian, but Juana's children have been questioned at least at this time because of Ferdinand's reasons.

Who else?

Don Bandraz breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that Gonzalo, who was standing on the other side of Alexandria, seemed to be the same as him, and the three nobles and others who stood a little further away were already excited.

The hard step is finally taken, and then they only have to go down this road, as long as fate does not make the biggest joke with them, what awaits them will be incomparable glory.

"Don't worry, Mayor," Alexander said suddenly. Although he had been looking at the people below and did not look back, he seemed to have guessed Don Bandraz's mind. "His Majesty the Pope is coming to Madrid soon. Believe me, he will Bring you even greater surprises."

Alexander's words made Don Bandraz resist not looking at the bishop of Madrid standing beside him, and it was then that he suddenly realized that although Alexander valued the local nobles, he seemed to care less about the bishop.

This is obviously very abnormal. Unless he has greater dependence on the church, it is impossible to neglect the Bishop of Madrid so much.

Reminiscent of Alexander's talk about Pope Alexander VI's coming to Madrid, a thought suddenly flashed through Don Bandraz's mind.

Alexander wants the Pope to reside in Madrid!

Or, is he going to turn this city into another Vatican? !

At this moment, the feeling of numbness in his body from being overly excited once again hit him, and Don Bandraz felt that his motion of waving his hand down became stiff.

For a long time, Isabella's ambition of trying to make Castile another holy place for Christ has long been known to many nobles, and many people have devoted all kinds of "sacred relics" and "auspicious" to show their loyalty.

This even affected her daughter Maria's passion after she arrived in Portugal.

But now, the Duke of Rome Thesia simply wants to place a pope in Castile, and then let Madrid become another Vatican.

Only this method is enough to prove that the ambition of the prince of Castile is not inferior to Isabella. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

"His Royal Highness, what shall we do next?" Don Bandraz asked in a low voice. When he asked this, he was not pleased, but serious.

"Next," Alexander turned his head slightly and looked to the northwest "to march into Vallariddo."

When Alexander announced his decision to his new ministers, Rusha, riding on a horse, was looking into the distance about 100 miles away.

The Iberian sun turned her fair skin into a light wheatish color, but it made her look healthier and more lively.

At this time, Ruosha was holding a horse whip inlaid with a large tortoiseshell handle. With a wave of her hand in the air, the whip flashed a phantom with the sound of the wind, Ruosha gave orders to her army : "Enter Vallariddo!"

Then, a small smile hung from the corner of her mouth.

"Dear brother, I am here."