Chapter 515 Not Just a Civil War
"I hope you can carefully examine what you said instead of analyzing the premise based on the results." The general's uncompromising expression showed that the ambassador was just sophistry, using the Tsarina as an inducement to confuse the original intention of this support plan.
As if all this was a gift, he should be grateful for this opportunity to change his destiny.
"Raskol, don't forget what you said to Lord Judith at the recruitment point. The prerequisite for changing your destiny is to pay a price, both for you personally and for Kislev."
Being eloquent, this is why Imrik released Rachel from the garrison. Caledor does not lack force, but if you want to achieve your goal, force alone is not enough.
But the general didn't intend to talk nonsense on this issue. If language could be turned into a knife, elves would undoubtedly be the strongest race in the world.
"Leave. The Giant Horned Viper needs to help the Patriot Army defend the port and evacuate civilians. At least before the zombie dragon appears, Caledor has no reason to participate in the civil war in Kislev."
"Haha, General of the Patriot Army, maybe soon, this war will turn into a situation you can't imagine. It will not just be a civil war in Kislev..."
Bowing slightly to show respect for him, Ambassador Rachel walked out of the secret command room. The prince did not intend to expand the scale of the war. It would be best to behead Katrin. No matter who becomes the tsar next, the purpose has been achieved. achieved.
But what the ambassador is worried about is that this war, which seems to be a civil war in Kislev, will turn into a war between ethnic groups. After all, who can guess a woman's mind.
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In a dark street full of broken eaves and broken walls, a team of sixty people kept moving forward under the light of torches.
Suddenly, a man with a beard all over his chin and a mass of scars on his face from the corners of his mouth to his ears said to his comrades,
"Have you heard? The Caledorian army has entered the port."
"Perhaps the Dragon Prince has noticed the situation in Kislev. This is a good thing. After killing the vampire czarina, we can find a place to be the landlords with peace of mind." The soldier carrying two muskets said smoothly, at least in a tone of voice. Considered sincere.
"That's not an army, at least not in a certain sense." The leader, Mazov, explained to his two men without looking back.
"What do you mean?" The scarred man was a little confused. Judging from the experience of the Great Holy War, letting the elven army march in and kill the Czarina wouldn't solve everything.
Mazov didn't mind answering some questions, even though it was a bit strange to say such words from his mouth.
"The Giant Horned Viper is a civilian force. If you want to intervene in this war, there are only two options. Disband on the spot and let the nine hundred soldiers return to the embrace of the motherland as volunteers, join the Patriot Army, and kill the vampires. .”
"This seems a little strange."
"Politics is weird like that. Everyone knows Katrin is a vampire, but as long as she says she's not, then she's the Tsarina, symbolizing the divine authority of Queen Khan, who has more status than us traitors."
"What's the second option?"
"The second option..." Mazov paused for a moment, looking up at the bat at the top of the tower in the distance, "You will know soon."
As the vice-captain, Hillbote interrupted, "You are really good at riddles. Maybe you should be the patriarch. You are more of a stickman than the guy who was fucked by a vampire."
"I don't deny this statement. It's time for us untouchables to experience what it's like to baptize others."
The commandos laughed out loud in unison. A group of the most elite soldiers drawn from the original mercenary army stood on the same front again after the general's signal.
They like to call themselves aristocratic executioners. After all, their first action was to hang Erengrad's Gettman in the central square to receive the people's respects, so as to avoid a sense of distance from the civilians because they often wait in the dark.
The leader, Mazov, raised his right hand to signal the march to stop. He raised three fingers and slowly closed them toward his palm.
The soldiers put their fingers on the triggers and aimed at the dark streets ahead. The urgently processed silver bullets were enough to cause secondary trauma to the vampires, and the armor they wore, which did not look too heavy, had just been unloaded from the transport ship.
Several patriarchs were supposed to accompany him, but Mazov refused because he knew that he would meet several more reliable clergy next.
Four figures suddenly appeared in the darkness, an elf knight with an albino snake skull hanging around his neck, a reckless man carrying a sword behind him, a girl carrying a staff and sword, and a skink priest.
This familiar figure made the commandos relax a lot. At least Oliveira, who had shined during the New World War, would not be an enemy.
"Long time no see, Mazov, it seems that you have been doing well during this time, otherwise you would not have refused my invitation a year ago." Oliveira, who had fought with the mercenaries for a long time, first said hello.
"Your Excellency Oliveira, I am very happy to see you in Erengrad. This has given me a lot of confidence." Mazolf responded carefully, and then looked at the leading young elf, "Your Excellency should be the giant horned viper." Grand Master Elvis Hallandur, I am the commando leader Mazorov Hopkin, and this time I was ordered by the general to investigate the zombie dragon."
Elvis nodded imperceptibly. As a young man, he did not want to do some security work at the port. He took the initiative to contact the Patriot Army, hoping to jointly search for the zombie dragon. As long as they jointly issued a statement, the next step would be much easier.
"Tell me about the information you have. The Giant Horned Viper has just been in Erengrad for three days and doesn't know much about the situation here."
In fact, Mazov was more willing to negotiate actions with Oliveira, but seeing the natural look of this young elf as the leader, he knew that he must be the one who made the decision.
"There is a secret catacomb in the southeast of Erengrad, which is used as a refuge for the Boyer nobles. I happen to know one of the exits, which is located near the dock. If these Lahmian vampires don't like the blood of drunkards, , will definitely look for those noble girls who have taken refuge."
There was some surprise in Elvis's eyes. If we compared it to another place, the secret underground passage in Tal Windhowling City was actually known to the rebels as to the location of the exit. I'm afraid this could be considered a serious leak.
Could it be that if Divine Inspiration is so useful, why does Sotek only let me kill rats and Chaos scum?
The skink priest stuck out his long, forked tongue, preparing to comment on this undertaking.
"Sotek doesn't like vampires. These twisted creatures that lie in the dark and suck the blood of hot-blooded species must be destroyed. This is the latest prophecy issued by the snake god prophet, and it is also the response of the two lords Croca and Mazdamudi to the Great War. understanding of the plan.”
Mazov bowed his head slightly, expressing his willingness to obey the latest prophecy of the snake god prophet. As long as the vampire can be killed, who cares who issued the order.
Only Elvis looked at Gaguar with confusion on his face. When did the snake god prophet say this again? Could it be that he had been kicked out of the internal meeting of the Sotigo sect.
But after seeing Gaguiar sticking out his long and slender tongue, he blinked and knew that the prince must have just coaxed Dracnir out, and his consciousness came here.
"Well, since this is the instruction of the god Sotek, the giant horned viper is also obliged to kill them again, let's go."
"Um."
After nodding, Mazov led the team into a fork on the left, completely ignoring Midnight Bat who was still observing at the top of the tower. (End of chapter)