The king's words sounded faintly, like the mountain wind before a rainstorm, blowing through the lake in everyone's hearts, setting off roaring waves. The mighty night wind poured in from the ceiling, carrying the warmth of midsummer, but also inexplicably making people feel chilly.
There was a moment of silence in the vicissitudes of the hall, and even the music stopped. The previous noise and joy suddenly dispersed, leaving only the silent and swaying bonfire and the dark corners.
Gillim stood in the corner of the shadow. He looked solemnly, watching the expressions and movements of the four legion commanders, like a snake waiting for an opportunity. In his hand, he held a special bone whistle. At this time, as long as the bone
When the whistle blows gently, dozens of royal guards wearing bronze armor will rush in from the hidden side hall...
The four city-state army commanders all had solemn expressions on their faces, remaining silent and silent, and even their movements were frozen. In an instant, you could hear needles dropping in the hall, and you could even hear the rising and falling breaths of everyone, as well as the long wind blowing from the ceiling.
wind.
Paqiao, the leader of Xiajin Group, pursed his lips and lowered his head. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the coyotes patiently hunting in the northern wilderness.
"... A pack of wolves is not in a hurry when hunting bulls. They will constantly look for opportunities to inflict bleeding wounds on the ferocious bulls, slowly draining the life of their prey... And King Avite,
Just hunting us!..."
Avitt smiled faintly, with a calm and indifferent expression. His plain smile fell in the eyes of the four people, and he was like the wolf king in the wilderness, greedy, ferocious and ruthless!
"Damn it! Step by step, they are forcing us ruthlessly, cutting off our flesh and blood every time... This Eastern Expedition is the king's conspiracy!"
Regimental Captain Xintel's teeth were clenched and his body was trembling. Beside him, Mountain Leader Izel also had a gloomy look on his face and pursed his lips in silence.
"The greedy king actually wants to ask for warriors of level three or above, and two to three hundred people!... This is simply, simply, digging at the roots of the city-state's legions!..."
No matter which legion they are in, the small number of third-level elite fire warriors are cherished. They are both the backbone of veterans and low-level officers, and they are the guarantee of the legion's combat effectiveness!
"hehe."
Seeing the silent four people, Avitt waited for a while, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his smile became dangerous. He first looked at the new leader of the Sourwood Group, the Spruce Chief Xochikalo, and asked with a gentle smile.
"Hochkalo, your Sourwood Legion has suffered the heaviest casualties. There are only more than 2,000 warriors now... Is there any difficulty in recruiting 200 elites?"
"..."
Facing the king's sharp gaze, Xochikalo clenched his fingers and his knees felt a little weak. He finally understood that the king informed him of this in advance so that he could be the first to stand up as a leader of the city-state at this time.
example...
However, if he stands up, he will turn to the king and completely betray the other legion commanders...
"Huh? Xochkalo!"
"...Yes! The High King..."
Xochikalo's fat face twitched as he struggled to answer. His fear and fear of the king had already penetrated deep into his heart.
"The Sourwood Legion...no trouble!"
"Okay! The Lord God bless you!"
Avitt nodded with satisfaction. Then, he looked at the next leader aggressively and shouted loudly.
"Mountain Izel! What about you?!"
"I...this...king..."
Young Izel was sweating on his forehead, and he was in a dilemma for a moment. He tilted his head to avoid the king's gaze, but saw Gillim in the corner. Izel suddenly felt a chill in his heart, thinking of his father's death...
"The mountain army is willing to dedicate its elite to fight for the king!"
"Yes! God bless the mountains and bless you!"
Avitt smiled lightly, moved his gaze, and landed on Pacho's face.
"Pacho, Xiajin Army, what's the problem?"
"Lord God bless you!...My invincible king..."
At this point, the situation was over. Pacho secretly sighed, suppressed his ups and downs of emotions, and responded with a respectful salute.
"Xiajin Warrior, may the guards be by your side!"
Then, Pacho quietly stretched out his left foot and kicked the silent Sintel. Even if he was unwilling, he had to agree at this time, and he had to agree readily. Otherwise, he might be killed.
In front of my eyes...
"Reed Xintel, now it's only you."
Avitt smiled half-heartedly, staring at Sintel's uncertain face, feeling a mountain of pressure.
"...Your Majesty, the Ashama Army attacked the city twice in a row and suffered heavy casualties..."
"Huh? Xintel... don't let down the blessing of the Lord God."
Hearing this, the king's eyes instantly turned cold, and murderous intent floated in his heart. He spoke calmly, interrupting Xintel's words, and even his eyes showed a chill. The royal secret guard who was prepared was in the side hall, holding a bronze axe.
All ready...
"..."
A chill ran down Xintel's spine, feeling the threat of death. After a few breaths, he finally lowered his head and surrendered to the supreme king.
"Warrior Wei Jian, I am willing to fight for Your Majesty... This is the glory of the city-state!"
"Haha! Okay! The Lord God bless you!"
Avitt laughed loudly. At this moment, he looked at the four regiment commanders who bowed their heads and obeyed, as if he was drinking the beautiful holy water, his heart was extremely happy, and he was truly addicted!
He knew that with the victory of the Eastern Expedition, the alliance's royal power had been overturned, completely suppressing the local nobles! Once the city-state army bowed its head here and surrendered its elite, it would become weaker and weaker until
No more strength to resist!
"This is the taste of power, supreme power, the power to make everyone bow!...One day, I will stand above all city-state leaders and decide their life and death with one word!...And when that time comes,
I will no longer be the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, but the true God-King of the Alliance, the King of Kings!"
Avit raised his staff high and laughed wantonly, which fell into people's hearts like thunder. Then, he waved his staff and turned back to his seat, while all the generals bowed their heads and knelt at the feet of the king.
"God bless you! Congratulations to the king!"
"Divine Blessing Alliance! Come on, let the dancers come in!"
Avitt sat high on the stone seat, looked around the hall with a smile, and waved his hand.
"It's a great time today. I won't go home until I'm drunk... Let's play music and dance!"
The cheerful music sounded again in the hall, continuing the victory celebration. And the graceful songs and dances danced gracefully among the banquets, making people dazzled.
King Avit drank fine wine, watched the singing and dancing, and smiled. He enjoyed the blessings of the generals and the victory of the king's power, and felt a little drunk.
"The king's pleasure must be above all others! Whether it is the leaders of city-states in various places, the priests and elders of the capital, or..."
A young and heroic face suddenly flashed across the king's blurred eyes. He was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and the face disappeared again, sinking into the complicated memories.
The lights were bright, surrounded by singing and dancing. In the palace of Tree Snake City, all the generals drank happily, with different thoughts, and they all fell drunk at the banquet. The grand banquet lasted all night long, and the cheerful shouts drifted in the wind until dawn came.
, the old night has come to an end, and a new red sun is rising from the east.