Shaman from Afar

Metner Leopold, the solitary minister of the seal, stood in front of the door with his hands on his back, waiting for the moment when the door opened.

He waited for a long time ... since the morning when the gate of the Sky Dome opened and stood here; the elderly man's face was not half tired, and his dark green eyebrows were as clear as water.

Slightly tilting his head, Metternich looked back, as if he sensed something-except for the empty ladder, there was not even a half figure.

With a sigh, the old man knew who was coming.

"Today is the last day." Like a self-talk, Metternich's calm voice rang outside the door: "After today, what happened in Poi will spread throughout the empire."

"And the empire is ready."

On the empty stairs, a magnetic voice sounded.

"The three elite regiments, plus more than twice the auxiliary regiments, were temporarily reassigned from Jufeng Mountain to the Eastern Sacran collar in the name of arching and defending the Fortress behind the Boundary Mountain Fortress. , Enough to contend with three times the enemy. "

The old man's tone was smooth and indifferent: "the only one who is missing is the commander who can control them."

"You care about what you mean, Your Excellency Secretary." The magnetic voice rang again.

"Just be it." Metternich interrupted him: "No, Lord Rut Infinite, don't plan to turn around with me-I know you are by the two Archduke Byrne and Boye With eyeliner, I want to know the truth. "

"Tell me, what is happening in Poi right now is far more than a Centaur invasion!"

Metternich's voice was strong and powerful.

After being quiet for a long time, the voice of the night watchman's voice rang again: "Your Excellency Lord Palm Seal, you asked the wrong person-if you really want to know, you should ask your majesty directly."

"Your Majesty ..." Under the gray eyebrows, the dark green eyes narrowed into a slit: "Infinite, I followed him from His Majesty when he was Prince of East Sackland, much earlier than you ... Do you know who our majesty looks most like? "

"Roland Turin, the famous Black Duke." The Minister Zhang Xi gave the answer before the other party spoke.

On the empty stairs, there was a moment of silence.

"Is it ridiculous? That's right ... the two people have diametrically opposite personalities, but the style is surprisingly similar." The old man said coldly: "They will never tell you why, they just need you to obey his orders."

"So, from a small attendant to today's Minister of the Seal, I have mastered such a small, worthless skill for decades. From every word and written word of your majesty, I understand His deep meaning. "

Metternich raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing meaningfully.

"That's it ..." Rut Infinite said again: "Why do you ask me?"

"Because my experience of these decades tells me that our majesty is doing an extremely dangerous thing, and may even be related to the destiny of the empire, and even the life and death of the empire!" The old man's words revealed a solemn meaning:

"Suppress the power of the church, promote the power of the sorcerer's tower, the Imperial Army mobilized year after year, the entire line of preparations in East Sakland, the indulgence of Byrne-our lord is like a prophet who has learned the prophecy, or from the future Those who come back are doing their best to prepare for a catastrophe that nobody can predict or imagine! "

"In addition, as I said, he is very similar to Roland ... and we all know what the end of the Black Duke is!"

A series of words excite the old man, and he had to take a breath and slowly calm down the overwhelmed heart.

"So ..." Rut Infinit's voice sounded surprising and playful.

"So I need to know ... not just for His Majesty, but also for DeSales, for the Empire." Metternich said very seriously: "I respect His Majesty, but his actions are very irresponsible."

"My Excellency, the night watchman, I need your help-not much, some very" general "information is enough."

Ruth Infinit hesitated for a while, and a full half minute passed.

"Sorry, I can't."

There was no slight surprise in the expression of Minister Palmetto, and his eyes were even a little clearer, his head slightly nodded—it can't be said, it has already explained many things.

On the contrary, it is His Majesty ’s most trusted leader of the night watchman. If he says “truth” by his own words in three words, the credibility is really low.

"Then please tell me another thing, and please answer me as truthfully as before." The old man said again: "What is the most important thing in His Majesty's eyes right now?"

"The most important thing in your majesty's eyes right now ..." Ruth Infinite said slowly:

"It's the game against His Highness Brandon de Salion!"

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The eastern border of the empire, the Grand Boi Principality of the Principality of Poi, and the Great Green Sea grassland west of the Centaur Magobi.

After two and a half months, the master of Poi, Laszlo Varna, led a 100,000 elite hustle, and finally collided head-on on an unnamed pasture with the Centaur 120,000 tribal warriors.

At this point, the Centaur War, which has been raging for nearly half a year, has finally ushered in its climax; but whether it will be the end of the curtain is still unknown.

For this decisive battle, Laszlo Varna has made the most adequate preparations-throwing out horsebacks and recruits who can only add to trouble, all 100,000 hussets are at the core of Poi Elite, fully armed to teeth from beginning to end.

An overly large army can only be burdensome, and the real warriors are warriors who are commanded by the arms and brave to die!

Banquets, rewards, knighthood, loose gold ... In a few days, Laszlo used up almost all means to raise the morale of this army to the top, and at the same time thanked Dade for himself, and even released "regardless of origin, regardless of "Golden and cheap, beheading the centaur Khan, the Earl" such rhetoric.

This is not for the nobility, but for the hussars of the Boi warriors and horsebacks-the hereditary title belongs only to the pasture of their own family, and even to their loyal settlement ...

That was something they never even dared to think about!

After this sentence spread to the entire army of Poi, even those big Poima backers who were still loyal to Salika Jonah knelt at the feet of this grand duke excitedly.

The endless great green sea, the black suppressed army formation.

Dressed in a Boeing-style Bayern Cavalier, Laszlo Varna rode on the warhorse, and behind him was the elite silver armor holding the flag of the scimitar horse, protecting his safety in every step.

Although the battlefield has never been related to the word "safety"; it is never the other person who can protect himself, but the armor and the knife in his hand.

Laszlo Varna clenched the knife handle around his waist.

Tieqi-When the ancestors of the Varna family paid their allegiance to His Majesty Eckhart I of the second generation and obtained this Mithril Blade, the name immediately came to mind; a little different from the Poimama, full of Yasul style weapon in elven style.

In the past eleven generations, it has beheaded the heads of various enemies countless times-centaurs, dwarves, werewolves, evil **** apostles, traitors ... too many to mention.

Today, I will use the blood of Centaur Khan to add a glory to it.

"It's time, Grand Duke." A serious alchemist and wizard of the wizard tower, Harlem Van Ashamai, brandished a mace wand: "The decisive battle is finally about to begin."

"60,000 elite hussars, 5,000 silver armoured cavalry, 40,000 pawns ... The essence of the full Boyi has gathered here, and the great green sea can no longer see a more powerful military division than the army in front of you!"

"It's rare that you can speak a flattery, Master Ashamai." The Duke of Varna couldn't help but chuckled: "I thought you would like the last time and try to persuade me not to use a battle and a centaur to win. negative."

"I just told the truth and didn't deliberately exaggerate or depreciate anything." Master Ashamai shook his head, his expression still steady:

"As for the decisive battle or not, the premise is the whole battle situation-at this moment it is in our best interest; of course, the enemy on the opposite side may also think so."

"Yeah, these savages are also prepared."

Duke Varna's pupils shone with blazing flames, staring at the horizon that was already "dark" in the distance.

According to the scout cavalry report, the enemy's strength should be around 120,000, which is almost the same as his own ... this number should be the entire number of young and strong Centaur tribes.

As for the remaining women and children, old and weak, all disappeared; according to the scouts, I am afraid that they have already fled to all directions of the half-man Gobi.

Not only that, they also found the remains of the Centaur King's tent near the Gobi, and a large number of burnt and destroyed loads ... The number of piles is so large that they even have the size of a town.

Therefore, the other party has also concentrated all the elite, abandoned all the burdens, and is ready to fight against himself-with an unprecedented gamble, to decide where the big green sea belongs.

Even if I didn't want to, but when I heard that my opponent had made the same decision as myself, Grand Duke Varna couldn't help but feel a little respect, plus hundreds of times more challenge.

To win is to win all; to lose is to lose all.

Is there anything in this world that makes people more nervous than it breaks their heartstrings and makes them tremble with excitement? !

No more!

At this moment, Grand Duke Varna was excited as if he was several decades younger, and then returned to the young years when the Black Duke was galloping, becoming the young man who chased behind Roland Turin and fought hard to win glory.

Turning the horse's head, the prideful Laszlo Varnaan raised his chest, looking at the black army that almost covered the entire prairie:

"The warriors of the Great Green Sea, the sons of Poi--!"

Grand Duke Varna shouted loudly:

"They are coming!"

"Slaughter your robes, burn down your settlements, kill the centaurs and barbarians who robbed your loved ones' children, they are coming;

They ... stood on our pasture, and stood on our land with a big swing! "

"Why, why?" Grandpa Varna's gaze swept across every face in front of him, his eyes widening:

"We lost because of the battle in the Gobi! Your father, son, uncle, died!

Tens of thousands of warriors, like a group of rabbits, were chased and killed by these gangs for three days and nights! Half of the dead are still alive! "

"So they are coming again, and the big swings are coming again! They are not here to grab your cattle and sheep and horses, not to kill our loved ones and kinsmen;

They came to kill us and get rid of us, and let Poi let the country die! Extinct!

They are meant to **** pastures under our feet and **** pastures passed down from generation to generation; use our flesh and blood to feed their cattle and sheep! "

"So they came; they came to kill us, they came to grab! What do you say?"

Grand Duke Varna drew out his long knife and shouted with exhaustion:

"I said ... Come on!"

"Try it-!!!!!!"

All of a sudden, tens of thousands of Poe Hutchers pulled out their blades and shouted; the successive roars of the roar beneath the dome, resounding through the world.

"Kill them all, blood debt and blood repayment-!"

"Kill them all, blood debt and blood repayment —————————— !!!!!!”

The thrilling battle howls stimulated the hearts of every Boima horseback; the unforgettable hatred, the innate bloodthirst, the bravery of the horseback warriors ... all at this moment uncontrolled pouring out.

Longing for revenge, longing for killing, longing for glory ... longing for the saber in hand, winning everything!

After decades of Archduke Poi, Laszlo Varna knows best what can stir up these horseback people's words, what can make them desperate to die, and fight with the enemy ten times and hundred times.

The horseback people in the big green sea are not the crops in the acres ... the sabers in their hands, nor the rough rakes.

"Boy's sons!"

The grandiose Grand Duke Varna brandished the "iron ride" long sword in his hands ~ www.novelmtl.com ~

"Go out-follow me ----- !!!"

The shouts were endless, and the highly motivated Boyi Army followed the figure of Laszlo Varna and officially went to the battlefield.

Footsteps, wheels, horseshoes ... Dense and complicated sounds stepped heavily on the grass. Hundreds of thousands of sounds accompanied by the horns blowing slowly, full of shock.

At the same time, the dense figure on the opposite horizon also began to stir up-a full army of 120 thousand and a half horses spread out, and the horizontal position alone was enough to fill the entire field of vision of a person.

That is not a torrent, it is a raging wave on the sea!

At the next moment, the expressionless Grand Duke Varna raised his long sword coldly and slashed forward.

In this life and death gamble, the first dice was rolled.