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The king's words sounded faintly, like the mountain wind before the rainstorm, blowing through the lake in the hearts of everyone, setting off a howling wave. The mighty night wind poured in from the zenith, bringing with it the warmth of midsummer, and it was inexplicably chilling.

In the vicissitudes of the hall, there was silence for a while, and even the music stopped. The noise and cheers from before were suddenly dissipated, leaving only the swaying bonfire and the dark corners.

Gilliam stood in the corner of the shadows. With a solemn expression, he watched the expressions and movements of the four legion commanders, like a snake waiting for an opportunity. In his hand, he held a special bone whistle. At this time, as long as the bone whistle blows gently, dozens of royal guards in bronze armor will pour in from the hidden side hall...

The four city-state legion commanders all had solemn expressions, maintaining a speechless silence, and even their movements were frozen. In an instant, the falling needles could be heard in the hall, and even the undulating breathing of the crowd and the long wind blowing from the ceiling could be heard.

Pacho, the head of Xiajin, pursed his lips and lowered his head. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the coyote patiently hunting in the northern wasteland.

"...The pack of wolves is not in a hurry to hunt oxen. They will continue to look for opportunities to create **** wounds on the savage oxen, and slowly exhaust the life of the prey... And King Avet, Just hunting us!"

Avet smiled faintly, his expression calm and indifferent. His plain smile fell in the eyes of the four of them, like the wolf king of the wasteland, greedy, vicious and ruthless!

"Damn it! Step by step, ruthlessly persecuting us, cutting flesh and blood every time... This expedition is the king's conspiracy!"

The head of the reeds, Sintel's teeth, was shaking, and his body was shaking. Beside him, the head of the mountain, Izel, also had a gloomy expression and pursed his lips.

"The greedy king actually wants to ask for warriors above the third level, and two or three hundred people! ... This is simply, simply, digging the roots of the city-state legion!..."

No matter which legion they were in, the small number of third-level elite fire warriors were cherished. They are not only the backbone of veterans, but also low-level officers, and they are the guarantee of the combat effectiveness of the legion!

"Ha ha."

Seeing the silent four, Avit waited for a while, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his smile became dangerous. He first looked at the new head of the acid wood, the spruce patriarch Hoch Kalo, and asked with a gentle smile.

"Hodgecarlo, your Acid Wood Legion suffered the most casualties. Now there are only more than 2,000 warriors... Is there any difficulty in recruiting 200 elites?"

"..."

Facing the sharp gaze of the king, Hotch Kalo squeezed his fingers and his knees were a little weak. He finally understood that the king told him about this in advance, so that he would be the first to stand up at this time and set an example for the city-state...

However, if he stood up, he would fall to the king and completely betray the other commanders...

"Huh? Hotchcarlo!"

"...Yes! The High King..."

Hotchcarlo's fat face twitched and he answered with difficulty. His fear and jealousy of the king had long since penetrated deep into his heart.

"Sourwood Legion... no difficulty!"

"Okay! The Lord God bless you!"

Avet nodded in satisfaction. Then, he was aggressive, looked at the next head of the regiment, and asked loudly.

"Mountain Isère! How about you?!"

"I...this...the king..."

Young Iselle was in a dilemma for a while, sweating on his forehead. He turned his head sideways, avoiding the king's gaze, but saw Gilliam in the corner. Izel suddenly froze in his heart, thinking of his father's death...

"The Mountain Legion is willing to dedicate its elites to fight for the king!"

"Not bad! God bless the mountains, bless you!"

Avit smiled lightly, moved his eyes, and landed on Pacho's face.

"Pacho, Xiajin Legion, is there any problem?"

"Blessed by the Lord!...My invincible king..."

At this point, the situation is over. Pacho sighed secretly, suppressed his ups and downs, and responded with a respectful salute.

"Xiajin warrior, may the guards be by your side!"

Then, Pacho quietly stretched out his left foot and kicked Sintel, who was silent. Even if you don't want to, at this time, you can only agree, and you have to agree readily. Otherwise, the calamity of death may be right in front of you...

"Reed Sintel, now, it's just you."

Avette was half-smiling, staring at Sintel's cloudy face, bringing a mountain of pressure.

"...Your Majesty, the Reed Army Corps attacked the city twice in a row, with heavy casualties..."

"Huh? Sintel... Don't disappoint the Lord God's blessing."

Hearing this, the king's eyes instantly turned cold, and his heart was filled with killing intent. He spoke lightly, interrupting Sintel's words, and even his eyes showed chills. The prepared royal guards are in the side hall, and the copper axes are ready...

"..."

Sintel felt a chill down his spine, feeling the threat of death. After a few breaths, he finally bowed his head and surrendered to the supreme king.

"Samurai of the reeds, willing to fight for your majesty... This is the glory of the city-state!"

"Haha! Good! The Lord God bless you!"

Arvitt burst out laughing. At this moment, he looked at the four legion commanders who bowed their heads and obeyed, as if drinking the beautiful holy water.

He knew that with the general trend of the victory of the Eastern Expedition, the kingship of the alliance had been subverted, completely suppressing the local nobles! And once the city-state legion bows its head here and surrenders the elite of the army, it will become weaker and weaker, until it no longer has the strength to resist!

"This is the taste of power, the power of supremacy, the power to make everyone bow their heads! ... One day, I will stand above all the leaders of the city-state and decide their life and death! ... And then, I am no longer the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, but the true King of the Alliance, the King of Kings!"

Arvit raised his scepter high, laughed wantonly, and fell into the heart like a thunder. Then, with a wave of his divine scepter, he turned around and returned to his seat, and all the generals bowed their heads in unison, all kneeling at the king's feet.

"Blessed by the Lord! Congratulations to the king!"

"God Bless the Alliance! Come, let the dancers come in!"

Arvitt sat high on the stone seat, looked around the hall with a smile, and waved his hand.

"I'm very happy today, I won't go home if I don't get drunk... Then play music, then dance!"

Cheerful music resounded in the hall again, continuing the celebration of victory. And the graceful singing and dancing, dancing gracefully in the banquet, makes people dazzled.

King Avit drank fine wine, watched the song and dance, and smiled. He enjoyed the prayers of the generals and the victory of the kingship, and he felt a little drunk.

"The pleasure of the king must be above everyone! Whether it is the leaders of the city-states, the priests and elders of the capital, or..."

In the king's blurred eyes, a young and heroic face suddenly flashed. He was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and his face disappeared again, sinking into the numerous memories.

The lights are bright, and the singing and dancing surround. In the palace of Tree Snake City, all the generals drank Dadan happily, and with different thoughts, they all fell drunk in the banquet. The grand banquet continued all night, and the cheering shouts drifted away in the wind. Until dawn came, the old night did not come to an end, and a new red sun was rising from the east.