Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 673

The inner city of Fort Mandekers, originally used by the Duke of O'Connor in the luxurious halls for his enjoyment.

At this moment, those expensive luxuries have been put away, tables and chairs have been placed in the hall, and it has been transformed into a large and amazing meeting room.

The guards were coming and going, carrying everything needed for the main camp into the hall.Amy Harper stood in front of the large table made entirely of planks, carefully manipulating her own earth elements, and gradually constructed uplifted hills, river channels, and patches of plains on it. .

"I want a large sand table that can specifically represent every block of Amasir" - this is a request from Atzke Angers. With the tacit approval of Gilles O'Brien, Haber can only Put away the idea of ​​leaving such trivial work to the mages under you.

In fact, the mages under him did not have time to take over his tasks. The entire Green Tower entered a state of high pressure that had never been seen since the day the young Marquis took over Fort Mandex. .

The main direction of the Green Tower is earth element, and earth element mages account for more than 50.00%.In the past, they all studied their spells in the mage's tower, but now they were sent to various parts of Amasir like sheep being herded.

Their mission is to garrison.

"Garrison? Danya, what is the marquis thinking? Here is Amathir, there is no civil war, so why worry?"

"It's impossible for the elves to call over, right?"

There were not a few voices complaining like this, but under Gilles' behest, Harper could only urge them to carry out the order.

It's just that such doubts also linger in Haber's heart.

Before this, Amasir only had regional maps, but no leader of Amasir would ever want to make a sand table covering the entire territory——

"Are you confused?"

"Yeah, I don't understand what the Marquis of Adrian is going to do... Tower Master O'Brien!"

Haber turned his head and saw Gilles O'Brien standing behind him. He was startled and bowed quickly.And Gilles waved his hand, pointing to the end of the hall: "If you are really confused, why don't you go and listen to it yourself?"

Haber cast his gaze there, but saw the young Marquis standing with the commander-in-chief of his Siliki army, talking constantly to the map that covered the entire wall.

So he leaned over, and immediately heard the heated discussion between the two:
"Is the border really reliable? Can the Black Forest really restrain the earth dragon? I doubt it."

"Even if the Black Forest can't stop you, you have to trust our ally, the elves—"

"But not all the elves will stand firmly on our side, my lord, have you forgotten the elves who turned against Ao San Emma on the Wind Festival? If you want to bet your confidence on them, I suggest that you and the elves Call a meeting."

"Of course. But what is more important is the defense of the Adelaide Sea area..."

The words that came out of the mouth of the two made Haber more and more surprised, and finally he couldn't help it, and asked: "Wait a minute, two, what are you talking about...Amathir's defense?"

"Is there any problem? Your Excellency Haber." Cyril turned to look at Haber, his eyes swept across the huge sand table beside him, and then frowned slightly: "Sciliki made a mistake, the distance is wrong, please correct it. "

"I, I understand..." Haber choked for a moment, and then asked again: "But who is the defense... against?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's Ao San Emma—ah, by the way, after you finish the sand table, please go and do a statistics on the natural guards left by O'Connor. The sooner the better."

The owner of the Green Tower stepped forward at this moment, put one hand on Haber's shoulder, and said with regret in his tone, "Haber, don't you understand?"

"Currently, Amathir has entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and everything that follows will serve the upcoming battle."

"Level [-] combat readiness...there is going to be a war, are you going to fight with Ao San Emma..." Amy Harper was shocked by the news and was a little out of his wits.

He was only in his forties, and he had stayed in the mage tower for nearly 20 years before, and he had never experienced the previous conflicts between Saint Emma and La Rochelle.

"Haber." An old voice sounded behind him at this moment——Zimmerman was holding a staff, and walked quickly into the conference hall, "The Green Tower was built to prevent disturbances from the east. It's always been there."

"Zimmerman, you're back." Cyril looked forward to the good news that Zimmerman would bring to him.

"Lord Marquis." Zimmerman nodded and said, "As you can see, all the gates of the city were closed immediately. We searched the queues leaving the city and found more than a dozen spies from Ao San Emma."

"Spy?" Amy Harbor was stunned, but Cyril said as a matter of course: "They should be very anxious to spread the news of the end of the civil war in Amasir to Ao San Emma, ​​and then carry out the investigation on the whole city. Search further to rule out any possible spies."

"Understood." Zimmerman raised his head after bowing, and couldn't help admiring the young man's methods in front of him.

It was the third day after Cyril took Fort Mandex.

The young man didn't seem to have the grandiosity after a big victory, and he didn't even visit the O'Connor family's treasure house.He was too prudent, and immediately took control of the farms and factories in Fort Mandekers, and then completely took over the barracks.

At the same time, the blockade and investigation of the city were carried out.

At the beginning, Zimmerman didn't know what Cyril's actions were for. He didn't understand Cyril's plan until the city guards who served as Siliki's scouts caught the first spy of Santa Emma.

What frightened Zimmerman was that the spy who was caught was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man who had been running a small shop for at least 20 years. He even had both children and his son joined The Nature Guard...

It was just such a middle-aged man, an ordinary person whose roots had already been deeply rooted in this city, who would actually be a spy of Ao San Emma.

They have been lurking for an unknown number of years, and they have almost forgotten their hometown. They have become the people of Fort Manderks through and through. Ossan Emma delivered the message—

Danya, what an incomprehensible madness.

"The investigation continues, regardless of other cities, Fort Mandekers must be absolutely zero threat." Cyril emphasized word by word: "I don't want the provincial capital of Amasir to open the magic circle protection , will be breached by the enemy from within."

"Understood." Zimmerman said awe-inspiringly.

At that time, Cyril, who was still the earl, broke through the station of Philland, but it was Amy Harper who sent the whole battle back to the Green Tower. This incredible battle of winning more with less made the mages deeply Be vigilant, strengthen and reinforce Fort Mandex's magic circle protection several times overnight.

While they were talking, a rush of horseshoes stopped outside the gate, and then a tall figure rushed into the house in three steps at a time, and the voice began to echo before anyone arrived:
"Where is the Earl? Is the Earl there?"

"Here." Atzke stretched out his hand and greeted, "Now it's time to call Marquis."

The figure rushed to Cyril in a few steps, with uncontrollable excitement on his face: "Ah, yes, it should be called the Marquis—Master Marquis, when I walked into the room, I thought I was in the wrong place, you You know, this is where I grew up as a kid."

He looked around and sighed, "I didn't expect it to be changed beyond recognition by you in less than three days."

"This doesn't seem to be a word of praise, Jean." Cyril smiled and opened his arms, hugging the figure heavily, "It's time to fulfill your promise, Baron Jean—or, Earl Moragul ?”

"Hahaha, you took down Fort Mandex, but you didn't use my right of succession at all." He laughed and responded.

This figure was naturally the last fourth son of the O'Connor family, Gene O'Connor.

As the head of internal affairs of Siliki, he was in the southernmost town of Siliki's former territory, Unicorn Forest, to deal with the docking affairs with the Second Army. Come on, just now at Fort Mandex.

"Need a break?"

"Take a break."

Gene's eyes seemed to be on fire, although due to many days of busy work, his hair was messy and almost knotted, his beard had become long and stiff, and his dark circles were thick and heavy, making him look like a slob. A scruffy bum, but his enthusiasm makes the temperature in the house rise by a few degrees:
"You don't know what happened to Siliki in the past six months, I have too many things to say—"

They moved to the internal conference room of the inner castle. After applying a soundproof barrier, the three main creators of the Siliki team sat at the round table.

"The lord already knows about the news of the expansion of the Siliki army. Tell me something else."

"it is good."

"The most important thing is the completion of the Siliki Research Institute, which is built above the Lurea ruins and connected to the Siliki Masters Academy."

"The batch of mages that Lord Marquis invited back from Solkonan have already served as professors in the academy, and the current vice-principal is that, uh, Palanian, the one who rides a griffin from Blazblaz mages, I I remember it was... Tima Newman."

"I remember him." Cyril nodded slightly. The Palanian captured by Darrow Raskin has completely surrendered. Siliki's salary is high, the climate is pleasant, and the food is good. I am happy here, no Spallania.

"Under his leadership, Siliki has currently formed two 50-member trainee mage groups...but they are still very immature, and the most talented can only use three-ring spells."

"Don't worry about this, just make progress—who is the head of the mage group?"

"It's a half-elf who has been to the Magic Plains before, Laz Raphael—you should still have an impression."

"He can be the leader?" Cyril raised his interest. In his impression, Raz Raphael was still a half-elf mage who could only use basic string magic.

"He... is now the one with the strongest fighting power in the entire Mage Academy, below the professional level." Gene showed a helpless smile, "He seems to have been instructed by Darrow Raskin."

Thinking of the perverted combat power of that La Rochelle mad dog, Cyril also understood - he didn't understand it before, but now he knows that this is a genuine extraordinary master.

"Also, Mr. Marquis, do you remember... that you brought back a batch of eggs before?"

"egg?"

"It's lizard eggs—"

Cyril remembered that when he first acquired the magic crystal, he brought back a large pile of petrified monitor lizard eggs.

"They all hatched."

"Huh? Can this thing really hatch?"

Gene nodded: "It has indeed hatched, and after evaluation, they can be used as mounts-but it will take about a few months, and these monitor lizards have not matured yet."

"Petrified monitor lizard cavalry?" Cyril thought about the scene. The petrified monitor lizard was about the same as the degraded earth dragon. It would be a good thing to have a group of petrified monitor lizard cavalry.

He seemed to have completely forgotten about these things. Looking back now, it seems that he still has a spider egg of the giant spider, which is still lying in his space bracelet.

It can only be said that life is so full that many things are forgotten.

It's all the system's fault, not even a memo log.

"What about other than that?"

"Other than that, the most important thing is the diplomatic aspect."

Gene took a deep breath: "Do you remember Mrs. Peg Vader?"

"I remember."

"She went back to Palannia, saying that she wanted to find a way to regain control of the Vader family."

"That's no problem."

"And Beowulf, the savage from the north of Palannia—"

Cyril was in a daze—the future king of the barbarian kingdom, the barbarian who almost overthrew Palannia, Beowulf Woland, had been staying in Siliki before.

"He, what happened to him?"

"He took his subordinates, saying that he was returning to the Northland, and wanted to form an army—"

"You allowed it?"

"I agree." Atzke said aside, "The fighting style and methods of the northerners are not suitable for the Amathirs. Keeping him here is just a waste of each other's time. Why don't we let him go back?"

"Alright." Cyril had no objection to this.

During his journey, he came into contact with all kinds of people. The names of these people may have flashed in the long history of another time and space, or they may have remained unknown.

He once had the desire to take all the famous generals in the world into my hands, but when he really walked on this road, he found that such a thing was unrealistic.

Now, he is more inclined to plant a seed and give a little influence from the deepest part of the incident.

When the prelude to history is opened again, the positions of those people will be shifted because of this.

And this little bit, a little bit of displacement.

It is the tilt of the wheel of fate.

(End of this chapter)