It was dark at night, 120 miles south of Alto City, where the Gyeonggi Legion camped.

The head of the Zicao tribe, Gulamo, was dressed in black and led a dozen bodyguards to the nearest hill. With a dignified expression, he stared at the military camp in the distance, with a little bonfire flickering in it. There were teams of patrolling warriors outside the barracks, so the group did not dare to get too close, but walked around the mountains from a distance.

Gulamo looked at the barracks with thousands of people, which was an irresistible force for the southern nobles. Then, he turned back and looked to the north, where darkness shrouded the mountains, from where a more powerful evil was coming, with the roar of the volcanic demon.

"Shh~~"

Gulamo took a deep breath, and his whole body was filled with trembling excitement, like a gambler rolling dice.

At this time, Medina's assassination should have had a result. Her nails were coated with the poison of the jungle poison frog. As long as she scratched the king's skin and got a little bit of blood, she could take away the extremely powerful king.

"The deadly spearhead viper can take the life of a jaguar with just one bite...Even the weak, if they seize the weak point of the strong, they have a chance to win the game...May the goddess of the moon, Haratana, bless you I, I will sacrifice my life for him!"

Gulamor bowed his head and prayed for a moment, seeking the blessing of the moon.

From the moment he saw the Changyi enfeoffment order, he felt murderous in his heart. And Medina told him that the king was unwilling to make any compromise, so he made up his mind to assassinate him! No matter how serious the consequences of a failed assassination attempt, it's worth the risk!

Because, he could see very clearly that the new kingdom was in the ascendant, and it depended entirely on the king alone. The Mexica Legion, the Prepecha Pike Corps, the Tarasco Descendants, the Barbarian Legion... so many different forces can be united into one, all relying on the prestige and charm of the king. As long as the king dies, the kingdom will be torn apart in an instant, even if the Mexica send another prince, it will not help. It is difficult for the forces of all parties to balance again, and they will inevitably fight each other. And at that time, the Prepecha generals he had contacted before would make the choice he wanted.

Thinking of this, Gulamo pressed his chest, where several key secret letters were hidden. Two of them corresponded to the Gyeonggi Legion in front of them.

"Patriarch."

A personal guard stepped forward and replied in a low voice.

"Shall we rest here?"

After traveling one hundred and twenty miles a day, everyone was very tired. Gulamo glanced at the guard, then at the crowd, and nodded slightly.

"Rest for an hour and continue on your way. There is still a hundred miles away from Kuramo City. We must rush back to the fief before noon tomorrow!"

Whether or not the assassination was successful, Gulamor would have to face the wrath of the Janissaries. And the only place that could stand against the dreaded Brazen Beasts of the Praetorian Guard was the stone-walled city of Kuramo.

A group of people found a valley and rested carefully for an hour. Before leaving, something went wrong. In the team, after resting, the two dancers and musicians had sore legs and couldn't walk anymore.

Gulamo glanced indifferently, this is his favorite dancer and musician, specially prepared for Medina's dance performance, although it was not used.

"killed."

"Patriarch?"

"Kill it. Cut off the head and throw it down the mountain."

"yes."

The guards took out their long daggers, and soon there were two screams. Then, the corpse was divided into two parts, making it difficult to be identified.

"Keep going!"

Soon, the group continued to walk along the mountain road in the dark. After traveling for forty miles, the manor of the Crow family was within sight. This is the fief of Old Crow Sitley, and it is also the last noble fief to go to Kuramo City. The Crow family has hundreds of private soldiers and thousands of militiamen, and is the only force that can buy time for the Zicao family at this moment.

As daylight approached, Gulamo ordered the procession to stop. He pondered for a moment, and called for two dead soldiers.

"sage."

"Master."

"You stay near the manor. When we pass, go to the crow manor. The old crow must have not come back. You tell his eldest son, the little crow, that the king of the north has been assassinated by us! The southern nobles and Prepecha in the king's army The general made an appointment to raise troops together to restore the Kingdom of Tarasco!"

"Obey, Patriarch."

Sage knelt down and saluted.

Gulamo thought for a while, and took out another secret letter from his arms. This is a communication with Ezpan, the commander of the Second Long Spear Corps. It has the least content and is the least important.

"Take it. If the little crow doesn't believe it, shake this letter in front of him. He shouldn't be able to read all the Mexica script, but only the seal."

"Obey, Patriarch."

Gulamo nodded, and looked at another dead soldier.

"rosemary."

"Master."

"Go to the mountain road to the north. If the Kingdom's Gyeonggi Legion comes over, you should report it. Say that the Crow family intends to rebel!"

"Obey, Patriarch."

As Gulamo said, he touched the other two key secret letters, hesitated for a while, and then took his hand back. The time was not right, and he still had hope for Medina's assassination. Then the generals who are really likely to respond after the death of the king cannot be exposed.

"Go on!"

After leaving the two behind, Gulamo set out on his way home again. His physical strength is excellent, and his movements are agile and fast, even better than the senior warriors around him.

The first sun shines on the southern fields, and the water vapor of Lake Atoyac is carried by the wind. When the morning sun rose into the sky, they finally arrived at Kuramo City.

Guramo couldn't care less about rest. He gave the order again.

"Thyme, laurel."

"Master."

"You go to Kuramo City and contact the militia that has been prepared for a long time."

"Obey, Patriarch."

There are a thousand Mexica warriors in Kuramo City, and nearly two thousand militiamen. Although these militias were disbanded by the Mexica, they were actually still in the hands of the Comfrey family. The Zicao family has been entrusted for generations in Kuramo, and has been operating for more than two hundred years, and its tentacles have penetrated into all aspects. The potential influence of the family is huge, and once they leave the southern fiefdom, all this will disappear.

Gulamo looked around again, looking at the remaining dead soldiers. He thought for a moment, and chose an assassin with a cowardly look.

"eucalyptus."

"Master."

"Bring these three secret letters."

Gulamo fumbled from his arms, and handed the three unimportant letters to Eucalyptus except for the two key letters.

"Go and report to Etalik, the leader of the Mexica in Kuramo City, that Prepecha's surrender is about to rebel. Get as close to him as possible!"

"Obey, Patriarch."

"Is there any frog poison left?"

"have."

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"Obey, Patriarch."

Gramo nodded. He glanced at the dead soldiers lightly. These people are the essence of what he has cultivated for more than ten years. In this era of endless wars, the Zicao family's ability to live in the south is of course not due to their ability to sing and dance, but to assassins and poison!

However, in the face of the general trend coming from Tao Tao, in front of thousands of warriors, the strength of the assassin is so weak.

Gramo sighed for the first time. He turned around and spoke to the rest of humanity.

"Let's go! Go back to the manor and mobilize the family warriors. The Zicao family's survival depends on this!"

Everyone set foot on the final road. Gulamo pursed his lips and looked towards the east in silence. If he fails to raise his troops, he still has one last way out...

The sun rose into the sky, and the bright sun shone on Lake Atoyac. And the shadow of the comfrey rags is in the sun, and there is nowhere to hide.

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