The king's words resounded faintly, like a mountain wind before a heavy rain, blowing across the lake in everyone's hearts, setting off roaring waves. The mighty night wind poured in from the zenith, carrying the warmth of midsummer, but also inexplicably chilling.

In the vicissitudes of the hall, there was a moment of silence, even the music stopped. The previous noise and cheers suddenly dissipated, leaving only the swaying bonfire and the dark corner.

Gilliam stood in a shadowy corner. 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 tightly. At this time, as long as the bone whistle blows gently, dozens of royal guards in bronze armor will rush in from the hidden side hall...

The four chiefs of the city-state army all looked dignified, kept silent and silent, and even froze their movements. In an instant, needles could be heard falling in the hall, and even the rising and falling breathing of the people could be heard, as well as the long wind blowing down from the zenith.

Pacho, the leader of Xiajin, pursed his lips and lowered his head. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the coyote hunting patiently in the wilderness in the north.

"...The pack of wolves is not in a hurry to hunt H-ox. They will constantly look for opportunities to create bleeding wounds on the ferocious H-ox, and slowly drain the vitality of their prey...And King Avit, They're hunting us!..."

Avit smiled lightly, with a calm and indifferent expression. His plain smile fell into the eyes of the four of them, like a wolf king in the wilderness, greedy, vicious and ruthless!

"Damn! Step by step, ruthlessly persecuting us, cutting off our flesh every time... This Eastern Expedition is the king's conspiracy!"

Sintel, the leader of Weijian, gritted his teeth tightly, and his body was trembling. Beside him, the leader of the mountain, Izel, also looked gloomy and kept his mouth shut.

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

No matter which legion they are in, the small number of third-level elite fire warriors are all 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!

"hehe."

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 Sourwood, Spruce Patriarch Hochkalo, and asked with a gentle smile.

"Hochcarlo, your Sourwood Legion suffered the most casualties. Now there are only more than 2,000 warriors...Is there any difficulty in drawing out 200 elite soldiers?"

"..."

Facing the king's sharp gaze, Hochkalo clenched 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 betrayed the other legion commanders...

"Huh? Hotch Carlo!"

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

Hochkalo's fat face twitched, and he answered with difficulty. His fear and fear of the king had already been deeply rooted in his heart.

"The Sourwood Legion...no problem!"

"Okay! The Lord God bless you!"

Avit nodded in satisfaction. Then, aggressively, he looked at the next regiment leader and asked loudly.

"Mountain Izel! What about you?!"

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

The young Izel's forehead was sweating, and he was in a dilemma for a while. He tilted his head to avoid the king's gaze, but saw Gilliam in the corner. Izel suddenly shuddered, thinking of his father's death...

"Mountain Legion, willing to donate elites to fight for the king!"

"That's right! God bless the mountains and bless you!"

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

"Pacho, Xiajin Legion, what's the problem?"

"Lord God bless!...My invincible king..."

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

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

Then, Pacho quietly stretched out his left foot and kicked the silent Sintel. Even if you don't want to, at this time, you have to agree, and you have to agree readily. Otherwise, the catastrophe of killing oneself may be right in front of your eyes...

"Reed Xintel, now, it's only you."

Avitt smiled half a smile, staring at Sintel's uncertain face, bringing a mountain of pressure.

"...Your Majesty, the Weijian Legion attacked the city twice in a row, causing heavy casualties..."

"Huh? Sintel...don't disappoint the protection of the Lord God."

Hearing this, the king's eyes turned cold for an instant, and a murderous intent floated in his heart. He opened his mouth lightly, interrupting Sintel's words, even his eyes were cold. The prepared royal guards are in the side hall, and the copper axes are all 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 Weijian, willing to fight for His Majesty... This is the glory of the city-state!"

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

Arvit laughed out loud. At this moment, he looked at the four army commanders who bowed their heads in obedience, as if drinking the most beautiful holy water, and felt extremely happy, truly addicted to intoxication!

He knew that with the victory of the Eastern Expedition, the royal power of the alliance had been overthrown, 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 has no strength to resist!

"This is the taste of power, the supreme power, the power to make everyone bow their heads!...One day, I will be above all the leaders of the city-states, and decide their life and death with one word!...And when that time comes, I am no longer the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, but the true God King of the Alliance, the King of Kings!"

Avit held up his scepter, laughed wantonly, and fell into the hearts of the people like thunder. Afterwards, he waved his magic staff, turned around and returned to his seat, and all the generals bowed their heads and knelt at the king's feet.

"Lord God bless! Congratulations to the king!"

"God Bless the Alliance! Come, let the dancing girls come in!"

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

"I'm very happy today~lightnovelpub.net~ If you don't get drunk, you won't return... Continue to play music, continue to dance!"

Cheerful music sounded again in the hall, continuing the celebration of victory. And the graceful singing and dancing danced gracefully between the banquets, making people dazzled.

King Avit drank fine wine, watched the singing and dancing, and chanted with a smile. He enjoyed the blessings of the generals and the victory of the kingship, and he felt a little drunk.

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

A young and heroic face suddenly flashed in the king's bewildered eyes. He froze for a moment, shook his head, and his face disappeared again, sinking into the numerous memories.

Bright lights, surrounded by singing and dancing. In the palace of Tree Snake City, all the generals drank Dadan happily, and with different thoughts, they all fell drunk during the banquet. The grand banquet lasted all night, and the cheerful shouts were carried away by the wind. It wasn't until dawn that the old night came to an end, and a new round of red sun was rising from the east.

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