Troll King City.
The twilight of the dawn slowly shines out from the east, gently tearing away the darkness of the earth bit by bit.
The hazy light reflected the snow on the ground, flashing an icy light.
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The crisp sound of horseshoes soon broke this peaceful and beautiful picture, and countless black figures suddenly appeared on the horizon, and they kept approaching the troll king's city.
But about ten kilometers away from the royal city, the black cavalry stopped.
However, this substantial sense of oppression still made the troll defenders at the head of Wangcheng feel suffocated for a while.
Since the capital was moved, this was the first time that an enemy had come so close to the heart of the troll empire.
What's more, it was the black cavalry army that made countless trolls fearful!
Not long after the black cavalry arrived, the south gate of the troll king's city slowly opened.
Modo II and Prince Meruvi came out.
Behind them, a group of wolf riding guards were waiting inside the city gate. In the event of an accident, they would rush out of the city gate and bring their emperor back to the city.
At the same time, two figures emerged from the Black Cavalry Army.
The two sides approached slowly.
After walking a certain distance, Modo II recognized Colin, but the guards around Colin still made him frown slightly.
"Meruwe, is that man next to Colin Charles St. Hilde?"
Prince Meruvi squinted his eyes for a while, nodded and said, "Your Majesty, it should be."
Immediately, the troll prince showed a bloodthirsty smile: "I heard that this kid leaked our plan, hehe, I will kill him together later!"
Mordo II shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "No, Colin can be killed, but Charles, it is best to capture him alive. We can use him to negotiate terms with the Duke of St. Hilde."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Prince Meruvi nodded, and then reminded, "Your Majesty, when the fight starts, you should run back immediately, so you don't have to worry about your subjects."
Modo II nodded slightly, but did not refute.
This troll emperor is not good at force, and his strength is only at the third level.
In fact, this is quite a rare thing in the troll empire where the strong are respected.
But there is also a reason for this.
Different from the inheritance method of the Glorious Empire, the succession of the throne of the Troll Empire is not actually the eldest son inheritance system adopted.
The previous troll emperors were generally held by the strongest of the troll royal family - the Volkin family.
The strongest member of the Volkin family of this generation is undoubtedly the paladin Prince of the North—Otto Volkin.
But this Prince Otto is a well-known martial idiot, and has no interest in becoming the emperor of the empire.
Moreover, when rejecting the throne, Prince Otto also uttered a sentence that deeply affected the ownership of the Troll Empire's throne—
"What the empire needs now is an emperor with political wisdom, not a warrior with brute force."
At that time, the troll empire had been overwhelmed by the black cavalry, and the previous troll emperor was beheaded in a duel with the Duke of St. Hilde. Such a blow gradually made many trolls The nobles began to reflect—
Is force a necessary condition for becoming a troll emperor
Under such a situation, the words of Prince Otto, the strongest in the troll empire, played a decisive role. Therefore, the ownership of the throne of the troll empire no longer takes into account the factor of force.
It is precisely because of this that Modo II, who showed extremely high political talents at that time, stood out and ascended the throne.
After the emperor ascended the throne, he was indeed diligent and diligent, and promoted many reforms, which once brought the troll empire back to life.
If the two St. Hilde brothers hadn't played a joint show last year, causing the troll empire's most elite army of 300,000 to be wiped out, then the northern border would inevitably have to face a gradually growing troll empire.
Soon, the two met at the center of the Black Cavalry and Troll King City.
"Your Majesty Modo II, Your Highness Meruwe, please allow me to bring the warm greetings from the Duke of St. Hilde to you two!" Colin bowed slightly with a smile and saluted.
The corner of Modo II's mouth twitched, wondering if he had some objections to Colin's "kind greetings", but on such an occasion, he still maintained his demeanor, and after returning the salute, he said with a smile:
"Viscount Angelet, welcome to the Royal City. Please also convey my greetings to Duke St. Hilde."
Afterwards, he turned to Charles and greeted him, "Your Excellency Charles, I didn't expect you to have such deep affection for the northern border and your father!"
Modo II thought that Charles was playing "Infernal Affairs", which was obviously a satire on the other party's previous betrayal.
But in the face of Modo II's ridicule, Charles didn't respond at all, and even the expression on his face didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear anything.
Colin smiled and took over the conversation: "Your Majesty, let's talk about business."
"Okay." Mordo II didn't get too entangled with Charles, so he nodded and said, "I don't know if Viscount Angelet has something serious to discuss when he sees me?"
Ke Lin looked into Modo II's eyes and said with a smile: "First of all, as a thank you for agreeing to this meeting, I will give you a big gift first."
"What gift?" Modo II asked curiously.
Colin turned around and waved back.
Afterwards, more than a hundred troll captives were pushed out and walked towards the royal city.
"Your Majesty, these troll captives are my gift to you. They are all professionals in the army going south. You must be reluctant to let them become the souls of the Black Cavalry."
Modo II observed carefully and saw that those slowly approaching figures were indeed trolls, so he was relieved and asked, "So, you don't want a ransom?"
Colin shrugged and said generously, "Since it's a gift, why would you ask for a ransom?"
"Then I would like to thank you for your generosity!" Modo II finally showed a sincere smile, and then asked, "I wonder how the rest of the troll captives are doing?"
"Kill them all." Colin said lightly.
Prince Meruvi stared, his murderous intent could hardly be concealed.
Modo II's heart was also bleeding, but he remained calm on the surface, and continued to ask: "Okay, Viscount Angelet, I have accepted your gift. Let's get down to business."
Ke Lin nodded with a smile and said, "Okay. Your Majesty, I came to see you this time because I actually want to discuss peace with you."
"Peace?"
"Yes. Continuing the fight will not benefit both parties, so it is better to negotiate a peace." Clinton paused, and then said, "Of course, there are still conditions for a peace negotiation."
"Say." Modo II's tone also cooled down.
Ke Lin didn't seem to notice it, and continued carelessly: "Your Majesty, as long as you agree to my following conditions, I will withdraw the troops immediately.
First, you will personally apologize publicly for this attempted invasion of the North;
Second, in order to make up for the loss of the Angelet family in this war, the troll empire must pay 18 million gold coins, which can be paid in five years;
Third, the Troll Empire promised to never be an enemy of the North again, and to abolish the army, with a maximum of 30,000 regular troops;
Fourth, the troll empire will send 200,000 young and strong slaves to the north;
Fifth..."
When he heard Colin's first condition, Modo II's face turned ashen.
And when the more outrageous conditions behind were spoken out of Colin's mouth, Modo II became quiet instead.
It's just that a sneer slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Colin as if he were looking at a clown.
When Colin finally finished talking about all the conditions eloquently, Modo II smiled and said:
"Viscount Angelet, we also have a condition for this peace talk."
"Oh? Your Majesty, please tell me."
"Our condition is—" Modo II turned his head to look at Prince Meruvi, who was already furious, "You must die!"
boom!
As soon as the words fell, Prince Meruvi rushed towards Ke Lin like a sharp arrow leaving the string.
(end of this chapter)