Chapter 780

Metterne Leopold, the seal minister alone, 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... He had been standing here since the door of the heavenly palace was opened in the morning; The old man's face was not half tired, and his dark green eyes were as clear as water under his gray eyebrows.

Looking up slightly, as if aware of something, mettner glanced behind him - not even half a person except the empty ladder.

Sighed. The old man knew who was coming.

"Today is the last day." as if talking to himself, mettner's steady voice sounded outside the door: "after today, what happened in poii will spread throughout the Empire."

"And the empire is ready."

On the empty stairs, there was a magnetic sound.

"Three elite legions plus more than twice the Auxiliary Corps, in the name of Gongwei behind the fortress of duanjieshan mountain, were temporarily recruited from Jufeng mountain to the East saklan, equipped with a large number of light cavalry and crossbow men... Such an army is enough to compete with three times the enemy."

The old man's tone was steady and indifferent: "what is missing is only one commander who can command them."

"You care about something, your Excellency the seal minister." the magnetic voice sounded again.

"Yes, then." Metternich interrupted. "No, sir Root Infinit, do not plan to bend with me. I know you have eyes on the two grand duke of Byrne and Poe. I want to know the truth."

"Tell me, what is happening in Boye is far more than the Centaur invasion!"

Mettner's voice was vigorous and powerful.

After a long period of silence, the voice of the night watchman leader sounded again: "Minister of 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 seam: "Lord finit, I have followed his majesty since he was Prince of East Saxony, much earlier than you... Do you know who our majesty is most like?"

"Roland Turin, the famous black Duke." before the other party spoke, the seal minister gave the answer.

There was a moment of silence on the empty stairs.

"Ridiculous? Yes... The two people have completely opposite personalities, but their styles are surprisingly similar." the old man said coldly, "they will never tell you the reason. They just need you to obey his orders."

"Therefore, from a small attendant to today's seal minister, decades of career has enabled me to master such a small and insignificant skill... To understand his deep meaning from his Majesty's every oral instruction and written words."

Mettner looked up slightly, with meaningful eyes flashing in her pupils.

"In that case..." Ruth infinit said again, "then why do you ask me?"

"Because my experience over the past few decades tells me that our majesty is doing an extremely dangerous thing, which may even be related to the fate of the Empire and even the life and death of the Empire!" the old man's words revealed a dignified meaning:

"Suppress the influence of the church, promote the influence of the wizard tower, mobilize the imperial Legion year after year, prepare for war in East Saxony, and indulge Byrne - our majesty is like a prophet who has learned the prophecy, or someone who comes back from the future, trying his best to prepare for a catastrophe that everyone can't 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 excited the old man, so he had to take a breath and slowly calm his overburdened heart.

"So..." Ruth infinit's voice sounded surprised and interesting.

"So I need to know... Not only for your majesty, but also for de sallion and the Empire." metterne said very seriously: "I respect your majesty, but his behavior is very irresponsible."

"Your Excellency, night watchman, I need your help - not a lot. Some 'ordinary' information is enough."

LUT infinite hesitated for some time and half a minute passed.

"Sorry, I can't."

The seal minister's expression was not surprised at all. His eyes were even more clear and nodded slightly - I can't say, it has explained a lot of things.

On the contrary, he is the most trusted night watchman leader of his majesty. If he is "fooled" to tell the "truth" in a few words, the credibility is really low.

"Please tell me another thing, and please answer me truthfully as just now." the old man said again, "at present, what is the most important thing in your Majesty's eyes?"

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

"It's a chess game with his highness Brandon de sallion!"

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The eastern border of the Empire, the great Boyi territory of the Principality of Boyi, and the great green sea grassland west of the Centaur Gobi.

After two and a half months, Archduke Laslo Varna, the Lord of Boyi, led 100000 elite Hussars and finally collided with 120000 tribal warriors of centaurs on an unknown grassland.

So far, 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 best preparations - leaving behind the horsemen and recruits who can only cause trouble. All 100000 Hussars are the core elite of Boyi, armed to the teeth from beginning to end.

An army that is too large can only be a burden. Those who can really fight are warriors who are at the command of their arms and dare to die!

Banquets, rewards, knighthood, scattered gold... In a few days, Laszlo almost used up all means to improve the morale of this army to the top. At the same time, he was grateful to himself, and even said that "Whoever beheads the Centaur Khan, regardless of his origin, high or low, will be knighted".

This is not to the nobles, but to those boa warriors and Hussars who came from horseback people - hereditary titles, only belong to their family's grassland, and even loyal to their own settlements

That's what they didn't dare to think!

After this sentence spread to the whole Boyi army, even the horseback people of Boyi who were still loyal to Sarika Jonah knelt at the feet of the Archduke excitedly.

The endless green sea and the dark military array.

Dressed in Byrne Knight armour full of Boyi style, Laszlo Varna rode on the horse, followed by the elite silver armour cavalry holding the flag of machete and steed, constantly protecting his safety.

Although the battlefield has never had anything to do with the word "security"; It is never others who can protect themselves, but the armor on their body and the knife in their hand.

Laszlo Varna clenched the handle of the knife at his waist.

Iron Cavalry - when the ancestors of the Varna family were loyal to the second generation of his majesty Eckhart I and obtained this secret silver blade, they immediately thought of this name; A weapon slightly different from Boyi sabre, full of Yasur style and ELF style.

In the past 11 generations, it has beheaded all kinds of enemies countless times - centaurs, dwarves, werewolves, evil gods, apostles, traitors... Countless.

Today, I want to add a touch of glory to it with the blood of the Centaur Khan.

"Here we go, Archduke." Halin van ashmai, a serious alchemist and elder of the wizard tower, waved a nail hammer wand: "the showdown is finally about to begin."

"Sixty thousand elite troopers, five thousand silver armour, and forty thousand paces... The essence of all POY has gathered here, and the great green sea can no longer see a more powerful and powerful teacher than the present army."

"It's rare that you can say a flattery, master achamay." Duke Varna couldn't help laughing. "I thought you would try to persuade me not to use a battle and centaurs to decide the victory or defeat, as you did last time."

"I just told the truth and didn't deliberately exaggerate or belittle anything." master asamai shook his head and his expression was still steady:

"As for the decisive battle or not, the premise lies in the whole situation - it is in our best interest to do so now; of course, the enemy opposite may think so."

"Yes, these brutes are also well prepared."

Archduke Varna's pupils glittered with flames and stared at the dark horizon in the distance.

According to the report of the Scout cavalry, the enemy's strength should be about 120000, which is almost the same as himself... This figure should be the total number of young people of the Centaur tribe.

As for the rest of the women and children, old and weak, all disappeared; According to the scouts, I'm afraid they have fled to all directions of the Centaur Gobi.

Not only that, they also found the remains of the Centaur King's tent near the Gobi, as well as a large number of burned and destroyed baggage... The number of piles is even as large as a town.

Therefore, the other party also gathered all the elite, abandoned all the baggage, and prepared to fight to the death with himself - to determine the ownership of the green sea with an unprecedented gamble.

Even if he didn't want to, when he heard that his opponent and himself had made the same decision, Archduke Varna couldn't help but feel a little respect and hundreds of times more challenging.

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

Is there anything in this world that can make people nervous enough to break their heartstrings and tremble with excitement?!

No more!

At this moment, Archduke Varna was as excited as if he was dozens of years younger, returned to the young years when the black Duke galloped, and became the boy who chased Roland Turin and fought hard to win glory.

Turning his horse's head, the passionate Laszlo Varna held his head high and looked at the black Boyi army almost covering the whole prairie:

"Warriors of the green sea, Boye's sons --!"

Archduke Varna shouted:

"Here they are!"

"They have slaughtered your robes, burned your settlements, and killed the Centaur barbarians who plundered your relatives and children. They are coming;

They... Stand on our grassland and swagger on our land! "

"Why, why?!" with angry eyes, Archduke Varna's eyes swept every face in front of him:

"Because we lost the war in the Gobi! Your father, son and uncle are dead!

Tens of thousands of warriors, like rabbits, have been chased and killed by these barbarians for three days and three nights! There are not half of the dead who have come back alive! "

"So they came again, swaggering again! They didn't come to rob your cattle, sheep and horses, or to kill and plunder our relatives and clans;

They came to kill us, get rid of us, let Boye subjugate the country! Exterminate the species!

They are to take away the grassland under our feet and the grassland handed down by our generations; feed their livestock, cattle and sheep with our flesh and blood! "

"So they came; they came to kill us and rob us! What do you say?"

Archduke Varna drew out his long knife and shouted hoarsely:

"I said... Come on --!"

"Try it --!!!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of BOI Hussars pulled out their sharp blades and shouted; Successive roars continued under the dome and rang through the world.

"Kill them all, pay with blood --!"

"Kill them all and pay with blood -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The soul stirring war howl stimulates the hearts and minds of every Boyi horseback people; Unforgettable hatred, inborn bloodthirsty, brave horseback warriors... All poured out uncontrollably at this moment.

Longing for revenge, killing, glory... Longing to win everything with the saber in your hand!

As Archduke Boyi for decades, Laszlo Varna certainly knows best what can arouse the words of these horseback people and what can make them desperate to die and fight with ten times and a hundred times the enemy.

The horseback people in the big green sea are not farmers in the fields... The sabres in their hands are not crude plows and harrows.

"Boyle's sons --!"

Grand Duke Varna waved his "iron cavalry" long knife, galloped his horse past every Hussars in front of the array, and the cloak behind him floated in the wind:

"Go out - follow me to meet the enemy!!!!!"

The cries continued, and the high morale Boyi army followed the figure of Laslo Varna and officially rushed to the battlefield.

Footsteps, wheels, horseshoes... Dense and complicated sounds trampled heavily on the grass, and hundreds of thousands of sounds were full of shock with the leisurely horn.

At the same time, the dense figures on the opposite horizon began to stir - a whole army of 120000 and a half people spread out, and the horizontal array alone was enough to fill a person's whole field of vision.

It's not a torrent, it's a rough sea!

The next moment, the expressionless Archduke Varna coldly raised his long knife and chopped forward.

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