Chapter 857 In the Name of Launching a Holy War

The strange words made several archdukes confused about Cesare's attitude for a moment.

As the principality closest to Sartusa, Lusni should be on high alert and beware of the dragon across the sea opening its greedy mouth and swallowing up the family's centuries-old business.

Grand Duke Amedeo was also a little confused for a moment. He thought that his colleagues' attitude towards the Dragon Palace was supposed to be submissive.

Maintain friendly relations openly and use Caledor's powerful force to ensure a stable surrounding environment.

Secretly, he was wary, pondering the meaning behind every move in the Dragon Palace.

He was trying to smooth things over. The first rule of politicians is to put the blame away. No matter who takes the blame, it can't be him anyway, to avoid being caught by others.

"I have never doubted the friendly relations between Tyrell and Caledor, but as a kingdom and as Grand Dukes, we need to always be alert to possible threats around us.

This is an obligation and a responsibility. Failure to face up to this sacred obligation and responsibility is a betrayal of the citizens! "

"I hope so." Cesare responded and asked,

"So, if the Dragon Palace attacks Tyrell, how many men can Miraliangueno, Trantio, Pavenna, Limas, and Forezzo send to form a coalition of principalities?"

When the princes were hesitant and looked at each other's attitudes.

The young and energetic Cesare slapped the table, made a fist with his right hand in front of his face, and his tone became extremely angry, shouting like a roar,

"You are not prepared to use your wealth to fight Caledor at all, because you know very well that as long as the prince's attention shifts from the Badlands to Tyrell, no principality can resist.

His soldiers are far more powerful than the slaves of Sultan Arabi hundreds of years ago, and they are willing to die for honor and conquest.

But after a long period of peace, every one of our soldiers is a waste addicted to women's bellies and alcohol.

In my opinion, the theme of this council might as well be changed to how to kneel to the elves! "

"He did not dare to take action against Tyrell. The tragic defeat suffered by Sultan Arabi is still vivid in his mind." The old Grand Duke did not even dare to mention the name of the Elf Prince, trying to gain power over the Sultan who once used black magic to conquer the world. , find a sense of security.

There were endless echoes, as if this was their salvation, they found a straw and held it tightly.

"As long as he dares to declare war on Tyrell, the Empire, Bretonnia, and Estalia will send troops to support him and launch a jihad on a scale comparable to the Arabi Holy War hundreds of years ago to completely drive the greedy elves out of the old world. !”

Cesare was even more amused. He was still deceiving himself. The independent power of each principality could not even be matched by the Caledonian Knights of the Horned Viper, let alone the Dragon Palace, which did not even know the number of troops under its command.

I can only imagine that the current environment is the same as before.

Launching a jihad means treating the other party as an unrelenting enemy. The target of the Arabi jihad is the evil Sultan, which is a heresy within mankind.

But if he launches a holy war against the high elves and calls on the humans of the old world to drive Caledor away, what will be the attitude of the Phoenix King as the Lord of Assur?

The kingdom under my rule actively expands its territory, provides Assur with a living environment, and by the way brings good news to lowly humans.

Not only did you not accept it, you actually dared to resist.

And how can the human navy compare with the elves... In the most important aspect, they have already lost.

The Grand Duke, who was unaware of the internal conflicts in Ulthuan, subconsciously believed that the possibility of launching a holy war was almost zero.

He spread his hands and pointed the finger directly at the Archduke Rimas who had launched the holy war.

“His Majesty the Imperial Emperor Magnus, not long ago announced a defensive alliance with Caledor against the forces of darkness.

I wonder if you have any clever ideas. To launch this holy war without the participation of the empire, could it be based on the port left over from the Limas Elf colonial period? "

"you you……"

Archduke Rimas, who was silenced by the rebuke, lowered his finger on the young man while gritting his teeth.

It’s not that they don’t know the real situation, but everyone is willing to live in a conjectural dream.

If the recent affairs between Karak Budar and the Douglas Territory were not too pressing, everyone would be willing to maintain a delicately balanced relationship with Caledo.

Borrowing the power of the elves, the rat men did not dare to act rashly, and the pirates disappeared.

A voice as clear as a nightingale broke the silence of the venue. An elegant woman behind Archduke Miraliangueno said in a very peculiar tone that there was no need to worry about this matter.

"What Grand Duke Cesare is worried about is nothing more than the attitude of His Majesty the Phoenix King, Lord of Assur, but there is no need to worry about this matter."

Cesare squinted his eyes and observed the woman who had just spoken. A silver-white tulle palace dress wrapped around her bumpy body. Her blond hair, as bright as the sun, was coiled behind her head. A delicate silver crown inlaid with rubies was placed on top of her head. On his forehead, he contrasted with those bright blue eyes.

After the woman stood up, she first raised her skirts and saluted the princes. Her behavior was dignified. Her charming temperament made the onlookers widen their eyes, as if they were surprised that there was such a beautiful woman beside them.

But I didn’t seem to notice her just now...

Cesare, who had been a war dog in his youth, was very confident in his memory. He repeatedly recalled Amedeo's location, but counterintuitively discovered that this woman was there again.

Very weird...

No matter how the young archduke thought, the woman's words still attracted the attention of those present.

"Many years ago, the conflict between Caledor and the Phoenix Court became increasingly fierce, leading to the withdrawal of the War Council.

Today's Phoenix King no longer regards Caledor as a kingdom under his rule, and the Dragon Court has also unilaterally cut off its connection with the Phoenix King's Court. It only maintains a weak connection in the name of the Eternal Queen's legal monarch.

The ambition of the Dragon Kingdom has seriously endangered the interests of mankind. This is something that cannot be ignored. Today he dares to take Douglas, the largest of the border princes, and tomorrow he may claim the temporarily loaned Sartosha as the kingdom's territory... …”

When Marist saw the eyes of all the archdukes, they began to understand something vaguely, and he spoke out the correct name for launching a holy war.

"Elves and humans are not enemies in a big sense. His Majesty the Phoenix King must be willing to maintain peaceful and friendly coexistence with human forces.

But Caledor's greed undoubtedly requires a specific analysis of the specific environment. The goal of the holy war is not the high elves, but the human beings in the old world, who are given the right to survive by the gods! "

The words seemed to be enlightening, but turned into more doubts. The reason for launching a jihad was there, but what about the participating forces?

The Grand Dukes did not believe that the Empire would respond as actively as the Arabi Jihad called.

Marist seemed to know Caledor's situation better than anyone else. She said confidently,

"What happened in the bad land is enough to divert most of the dragon's court's attention. Tyrell will not take the initiative to launch a holy war, but if the elves covet an inch of the land, we will all fight back with the most determined force!" (End of this chapter)