This was said by the nightmare. This obviously made the short officer look unhappy. It can be seen that the short officer still respected his superior very much.
"That's not the case. Lord Rorsted has his own concerns. And didn't Lord Rorsted also say that as long as we work together, he will try his best to restrain his troops?"
"Restrict, restrict. People like him may say so, but in the end, he will definitely attack us vigorously in order to atone for his sins!"
"And if he hadn't changed his mind at the last minute, we wouldn't have been so anxious to prepare for the uprising!"
Originally they were planning to do it at another time, which was the autumn drill!
At this point in time, most of the defenders in Ge Ling will leave Ge Ling and go to the Orc Prairie for training.
But with Roside's sudden regret, they had to act in advance, because without Roside's help, they could not guarantee that they would be left behind during the autumn drill.
And they cannot be sure that Roside, who has just withdrawn, will not come back to shake them out in a few days!
If they had Luo Side, they would have had a good chance of conquering the entire Goeling according to the original plan.
But now, they can only settle for the second best.
Mozo watched them quarreling calmly. The road of resistance was destined to be bumpy. Not everyone on this road would be as firm and high-spirited as the few people here.
There are countless people who give up halfway.
But it is precisely this that makes those who continue to persevere stand out even more.
However, the tall officer brought Mozo another unexpected news:
"Although Vice Admiral Rorsted regretted his decision, he also told us a piece of definite news. That is, on the day of the Victory Festival, Queen Carol will lead most of the Royal Knights and nobles to the Principality of Hebron!"
"In this way, although the number of defenders in Geling City is still large, at least the Royal Knights with the strongest combat effectiveness and many mid- and high-sequences will definitely follow the Queen to the Principality of Hebron."
This was one of the reasons why they chose to take action during the Victory Festival. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again.
"Carol will go to Hebron? Why? Isn't Hebron an independent country?"
In response, several people looked at this strange man who claimed to be the Grand Duke of Aragon in surprise.
After thinking for a while, the tall officer said strangely:
"The Principality of Hebron claims to be independent, but everyone knows that it is only independent in name, right? After all, the army of Hebron is directly under the name of our Hazel. Our military and political leaders can basically command the troops and administration there."
"Like that?! Then why did she go there?"
"I heard from Vice Admiral Rost that the Iron Bank plans to sell a masterpiece from the Age of Gods from the Louvre at its branch in the Principality of Hebron on the day of the Victory Festival."
"Queen Carol seems to be very interested in this. But I think she wants to buy this masterpiece from the Age of Gods and present it to Her Majesty the Goddess."
"After all, since Queen Carol came to power, Her Majesty the Goddess has not paid as much attention to our Hazel as before."
These words made Mozo frown even more.
The king chosen by the goddess for victory should be Baggins. If so, why is the goddess so indifferent to Baggins' sister
Could it be that the goddess also has the same suspicion as me? No, if that were the case, Carol would have been killed by the goddess long ago.
So what is going on
After knocking on the table suspiciously, Mozo asked again, "By the way, do you know about the High Sequences of the Principality of Hebron and Hazel?"
“It depends on the level of understanding.”
"Know the name and the general situation!"
"Then we should know everything!"
"Do you know the demigod Musheel of the Principality of Hebron?"
"Demigod Musheel?"
The tall officer was obviously not familiar with this name. In the end, it was the short officer who answered Mozo:
"Are you talking about Michelle, the demigod guard that Emperor Baggins assigned to the Grand Duke of Aragon?"
"right!"
Seeing their answer like this, Mozo's heart instantly rose.
Did something happen to Michelle? !
Otherwise, if Mushell was still here, it would be impossible for her to make the officers here seem so unfamiliar with her status as a demigod.
The other party's answer also put Mozo in a mixed situation:
"After the assassination of the Grand Duke of Aragon, the demigod Michel disappeared without a trace. Even to this day, some people suspect that the assassin was the demigod Michel!"
Otherwise, why would the Grand Guild not only be assassinated in its own territory, but also bypass the hands of a demigod like her
Not to mention that the Archduke had just died, and she had just disappeared. So many people said that besides saying that Muchel had fled because she was afraid of being held accountable, they also said that she was the one who assassinated the Archduke!
Muchel is missing?!
For this answer, Mozo didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment. He was happy that Michelle was not confirmed to be dead, but he was sad that Michelle's situation was probably still not optimistic.
At this moment, Mozo really wanted to go to Hebron to find Mushelle, but he really couldn't let go of the people on Ge Ling's side.
He could only rub his forehead and asked helplessly:
"Do you know any more information about this?"
The short officer asked curiously:
"No, you have already said that you are the Grand Duke of Aragon. Well, if you want to bear this title, then bear it. It will be a good thing for us."
"But why do you care about the demigod Michelle?"
After a moment of silence, Mozo said seriously:
"This is my personal matter!"
Seeing this, the short officer said without further ado:
"Then I can only say sorry. Demigoddess Michelle mysteriously disappeared after the assassination of Archduke Aragon. I guess you will have no clue about her information no matter where you go."
There was a flash of disappointment in Mozo's eyes, and then he looked at the others.
Others also shook their heads to indicate that they did not know.
After one lap, Mozo could only accept the result helplessly.
After rubbing his eyes and adjusting his mood, Mozo said:
"May I know how many of you there are?"
The tall officer said without hesitation:
"Three thousand four hundred and twenty-one! A complete regiment and seventeen companies scattered in various defense areas. All are equipped with the latest muskets, and we also have an artillery battalion."
It was more than a thousand less than the five thousand that Mozo had estimated.
Mozo sighed and asked again:
"What about the extraordinary ones?"
"Apart from the extraordinary people that each company brings with it, we only have Mr. Bazur and his friends."
Bazul is naturally the nightmare of that Sequence Five.
Mozo glanced at the other party and said very bluntly:
"This number is not enough!"
"We know, but you also know what we are pursuing."
Mozo smiled and said:
"Yes, I know what you are planning, and I respect your spirit of sacrifice, but I am really confident that I can take over the entire Geling!"
This sentence made everyone present silent. After a long time, the tall officer said doubtfully:
"Give me a definite answer. Are you really sure or are you just talking?"
"I am really sure, and I am very sure!"
"For this, I need to know clearly your real military strength, as well as how many people you can contact and their situations!"
"What do you mean? Please elaborate!"
"According to my plan, Marquis Bill will disrupt the city's defense system. This will not only be convenient for us, but also make it possible for Marquis Bill to be held hostage! He is a senior military and political figure, and he has great power!"
"According to your plan, Marquis Bill will indeed bear a great responsibility, but this is not a reason for him to side with us. It may even make him desperately encircle and suppress us."
"Yes, but we just need to let him know that we really have a big advantage!"
"I really think you are talking nonsense now. Although this is not my place to say, why do you think we have such a big advantage?"
The officers were all suspicious and amused.
Mozo knocked on the table very seriously and said:
"Based on the current situation, you and I are indeed not worthy of anyone's attention."
"But what if I can find a way to get a Sequence One for us?"
As long as the rebels get the Sword of Anduril, they can get their own angels.
And as soon as these words were spoken, all the officers sat up straight.
Mozo also continued:
"What if I can get a response from the majority of civilians?"
This land has been in darkness for a long time and the civilians are powerless to resist, but that doesn't mean they like this long night!
"If all this isn't enough, I can tell you that I have a way to silence the Skitarii!"
Mozo was confident that his speculation was the truth, and even if it was not, he had the means to silence the most difficult Skitarii in the land.
After hearing this, everyone looked at Mozo in doubt. After a long while, the tall officer asked:
"So how do you do this?"
Mozo stood up and pointed at himself and said:
"Because of the Sword of Anduril, because of the truth of that year, and because I am Aragorn!"
"I know you are skeptical and uneasy about this, but everyone, since you are ready to fight to the death, why can't you trust me?"
"After all, I have already made achievements! In this case, why can't you trust me as a more promising choice?"
"Let's take a step back. Believe me, you won't lose anything. And if everything goes well, you will win an unprecedented victory!"
After Mozo finished speaking, he stared quietly at the seven people present.
After a brief silence, they all stood up and bowed to Mozo.
"Then I'll leave it to you!"
Mozo immediately bowed in return:
“This is what I should do!”
At the end of the discussion, the officers made the standard ending for the people of this land.
"I hope you and I can go to the ideal country promised by God!"
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Sanchez, who had just left the Holy Mountain of the Church of Victory, went around in circles and arrived at the foot of Hebron City, the capital of the Principality of Hebron.
After receiving the prophecy, he rushed to the bitter cold land without stopping, but after arriving, he found nothing useful.
For this reason, Sanchez can only make another prediction for himself:
The gift of fate has already been marked with a price in the dark!
Is it heaven or hell
The choice is all yours!
You foolish man, the answer has already been written in the scriptures, why do you always ignore everything
Looking at the new prophecy he had received, Sanchez was stunned.
What is this?!
328 The answer that Mozo is looking for (3k)