The night is deep, one hundred and twenty miles south of Alto City, where the Gyeonggi Army is encamped.
Gulamo, the leader of the Lithospermum tribe, was dressed in black and led more than a dozen personal guards as he climbed the nearest hill. He looked solemnly and stared at the military camp in the distance, with a few bonfires flickering in it. There were groups of patrolling warriors outside the military camp.
, so the group did not dare to get too close, and just detoured from a distance through the mountains.
Gulamo looked at the military camp with thousands of people, which was an irresistible force for the southern nobles. Then, he turned and looked to the north. Darkness shrouded the mountains, and a more powerful evil was coming from there, bringing with it the volcano demon.
's roar.
"媸~~"
Gulamo took a deep breath, and trembling excitement surged through his body, like a gambler throwing dice.
By this time, Medina's assassination should have come to fruition. Her fingernails were coated with jungle poison frog poison. As long as she scratched the king's skin and got a little bit of blood, she could take away the extremely powerful king.
"The deadly spearhead viper can take away the life of a powerful jaguar with just one bite... Even the weak can have a chance to come back and win by seizing the weakness of the strong... May the moon goddess Halatana bless you
I, I will sacrifice myself for Him!"
Gulamo lowered his head and prayed for a moment, seeking the moon's blessing.
From the moment he saw the change in the enfeoffment order, he had the intention to kill. And Medina told him that the king was unwilling to make any compromise, so he made up his mind to assassinate! No matter how serious the consequences of a failed assassination were, it was worth the risk.
try!
Because he could see clearly that the new kingdom was in the ascendant, and it was entirely dependent on the king. The Mexica Army, the Prepecha Lancer Army, the Tarasco Army, the Barbarian Army...so many different forces could unite.
The unity of the kingdom depends entirely on the prestige and charm of the king. As soon as the king dies, the kingdom will fall apart in an instant. Even if the Mexica sends another prince, it will be of no avail. It is difficult for the forces of all parties to balance again, and they will inevitably fight each other.
At that time, the Prepecha generals he contacted before will make the choice he wants.
Thinking of this, Gulamo pressed his chest. There were several key secret letters hidden there. Two of them corresponded to the Gyeonggi Army in front of him.
"Clan leader."
A personal guard stepped forward and whispered back.
"Should we rest where we are?"
After traveling one hundred and twenty miles in one day, everyone was very tired. Gulamo glanced at the personal guards, then at everyone, and nodded slightly.
"Rest for an hour and continue on the road. This place is still a hundred miles away from Kuramo City. We must rush back to the fiefdom before noon tomorrow!"
Regardless of whether the assassination is successful or not, Qulamo will have to face the wrath of the Praetorian Guards. The only one that can possibly resist the terrifying copper beast of the Praetorian Guards is the stone-walled city of Qulamo.
The group of people found a valley and carefully rested for an hour. Before leaving, they encountered trouble. Two dancers and musicians in the group had sore legs after resting and could no longer walk.
Gulamo glanced at it indifferently. This was his favorite dancer and musician, specially prepared for Medina's dance performance, although it was not used.
"killed."
"Master?"
"Kill. Cut off the head and throw it down the mountain."
"yes."
The guards took out their long daggers, and soon there were two screams. Then, the body's head was divided into two parts, making it difficult to identify.
"Keep going!"
Soon, the group of people continued to walk along the mountain road in the night. After walking for forty miles, the manor of the Crow family was already in sight. This is the fiefdom of Old Crow Sitley, and it is also the last step to Culamo City.
A noble fiefdom. The Crow Family has hundreds of private warriors and thousands of militiamen. It is the only force that can buy time for the Zicao Family at the moment.
It was getting dark, and Gulamo ordered the team to stop. He pondered for a moment and called two dead soldiers.
"sage."
"Master of the house."
"You stay near the manor. When we pass, go to Crow Manor. Old Crow must not have come back yet. Tell his eldest son, Little Crow, that the king of the north has been assassinated by us! The southern nobles and Prepecha in the royal army
The generals agreed to raise troops together to restore the Kingdom of Tarasco!"
"As you command, Master."
Sage knelt down and saluted.
Gulamo thought for a while and took out another secret letter from his arms. This was a communication with Ezpan, the leader of the Second Lance Corps. The content was the least and the least important.
"Take it. If the little crow doesn't believe it, wave this letter in front of him. He shouldn't be able to recognize all the Mexica characters, only the seal."
"As you command, Master."
Gulamo nodded and looked at the other dead soldier.
"Pimento."
"Master of the house."
"You go to the mountain road to the north. If the Kingdom's Gyeonggi Army comes, report it. They say that the Crow Family intends to rebel!"
"As you command, Master."
Gulamo said, touching the other two key secret letters, hesitating for a while, and then took his hand back. The opportunity was running out, and he still had hope for Medina's assassination. Then he couldn't kill the king.
The generals who are really likely to respond are exposed.
"Keep walking!"
After leaving the two of them behind, Gulamo once again set out on his way home. His physical strength was excellent, his movements were agile and fast, and he was even better than the senior warriors beside him.
The nascent sunshine fell on the fields in the south, and the water vapor from Lake Atoyak dispersed in the wind. When the morning sun rose into the sky, they finally arrived at Kuramo City.
Gulamo couldn't care less about rest. He issued the command again.
"Cranberry, earth cinnamon."
"Master of the house."
"You go to Kuramo City and contact the militiamen who have been prepared for a long time."
"As you command, Master."
There are a thousand Mexica warriors and nearly 2,000 militiamen in the city of Curamo. Although these militiamen were dismissed by the Mexica, they are actually still in the hands of the Lithospermum family. The Lithospermum family has been in Culamo for generations.
After more than two hundred years of enfeoffment, its tentacles have penetrated into all aspects. The family's potential influence is huge, but once it leaves the southern fiefdom, all this will disappear.
Gulamo looked around again and looked at the remaining dead soldiers. He thought for a moment and chose an assassin with a cowardly look.
"Lilac."
"Master of the house."
"Take these three secret letters."
Gulamo groped around in his arms and handed the three unimportant letters to Liquidambar except for the two key letters.
"Go to the Mexica leader Etalik in Curamo City and report that General Prepecha is preparing to rebel. Try to get as close to him as possible!"
"As you command, Master."
"Do you still have the frog poison?"
"have."
"Remember, don't use a dagger, it's too easy to be spotted. Use your nails!"
"As you command, Master."
Gulamo nodded. He glanced at the dead soldiers lightly. These people are the essence of what he has trained for more than ten years. In this era of endless wars, the reason why the Zicao family can conquer the south is of course not the ability to sing.
Good at dancing, but assassins and poison!
However, in the face of the overwhelming momentum and thousands of warriors, the assassin's power was so weak.
Gulamo sighed for the first time. He turned around and said to the remaining people.
"Let's go! Return to the manor and activate the family warriors. The survival of the Zicao family depends on this!"
Everyone set off on the final road. Gulammo pursed his lips and looked to the east in silence. If he failed to raise his troops, he had one last way to retreat...
The sun rises into the sky, and the bright sunlight shines on Lake Atoyak. The shadow of the ragwort tree is in the sunlight, with no escape.
