Chapter 263 Border Lord

In Western Canton, Zoshenk's Livich Poje got a terrible emergency announcement.

"Your Majesty Katrin has an order! The Eastern State has rebelled, and the great boy Alexey, Levich, and all the boys in the Western State have immediately mobilized their soldiers to conquer the Griffin Legion!"

"I'm going to conquer the rebels! The Norscan barbarians are coming in three days!"

Vitalyboye of Tchaikov territory did not give any face to the envoys from the royal city. His territory was the farthest north, in the ice pine forest near the Norska Peninsula. He had been fighting with wandering marauders for many years, leaving Vitali The Tully family received a well-known tutor.

There are even rumors that this Boyer has Norse ancestry, because Vitali Fort has not been fortified for a long time and is often attacked. At the most serious moment, the whole territory even fell.

If it hadn't been for the help of neighboring Valery Boye and old Igor Boye to liberate the Tchaikov territory where the lord died in the war, the wife of the previous lord might have given birth to several children in the Norsk tribe. A child.

"Boyers, this is your obligation. It was the Tsars of all dynasties who appointed you!" The envoy faced the lords arrogantly, unafraid to face the angry looks of the boyars.

"It is also my duty to fuck you!" Vitaly approached the messenger not to be outdone, his bear-like body completely blocking the messenger's light.

Oleg and Nikita Boye had to hold down the impulsive Vitaly to prevent the tragedy from happening.

“Livicboye, we cannot abandon our territory to fight the Eastern State’s army!

To His Majesty the Tsar, the power of several border lords is just weeds on the roadside, but our people cannot lose the protection of weeds, and there is not much power to protect them. "

The old Valery Boyer is the core of the "Five Forts of the North". He is a survivor of the "Great Holy War". No one among the Boyers present understands the horror of Chaos better than him.

"The best we can offer is a denunciation on paper."

"The northern barbarians are coming soon, we have a reason to be absent!"

Oleg and Nikita reluctantly pulled away from Vitali. They had no time to wipe the sweat from their heads and shouted to support him.

Their territory is also on the northern edge of the Troll Kingdom, just a little further south than Valery and Igor's territories. It is still on the southern edge of the Ice Pine Forest and is also the front line against invasion.

Farther south, the hearts of the ten Boyes on the Great Plains were agitated. As if they had noticed this, the messenger struck the iron road while it was still hot:

"Her Majesty the Queen is merciful. All she needs is a few Boyers to lead troops and go to Kislev with me, which is enough to prove your loyalty! I will explain to Her Majesty the difficulties in the north."

The boyes exchanged looks with each other, Oleg Boye even sneered softly, Vitaly laughed and gave up the struggle, and anyone could hear his disdain for the Tsar.

Bloody Katrin has never been known for her kindness.

"It sounds like His Majesty needs us to make up for the etiquette regrets."

Yevsky Boye, who was only slightly younger than Valery, twitched his half-white short beard and asked the messenger meaningfully. His will represented the common will of the five Boyes in the middle.

Perhaps the tsar just needed support, rather than actual armed forces, and they could give him as much support as he wanted.

The five boyars in the south are more direct. The Norscans have to conquer Zoshenk to threaten them. Compared with the invasion of Kazaka, the power of the Tsar has a greater impact on them.

"If this is the case, I am willing to respond to His Majesty's call. Please forgive us for our offense. The invasion of Qazaka has caused us to lose our calmness and reason."

"right!"

"Of course I dare not disobey His Majesty."

The four Boellos in the north were a little anxious. Even losing one soldier would reduce their ability to resist the invasion.

If possible, they wanted all the boyars and soldiers to stay against the Norscans.

The Boyes in the central part did not dare to continue to speak out. They already had an inseparable relationship with the Daha sect. It was a blessing that the Tsar did not directly label them as traitors.

After all, they had been ordered to suppress "banditry" for several months, but had gained nothing.

Big Boyer fell into a rare silence. All Boyers present could understand Levitch's concerns. As long as one mistake was made, the Czar's power would destroy the border lords of the Western States first.

Compared to the fertile south, the devastated north has long since completely sunk.

In the past twenty years, they have not received any assistance from the Tsar. With only the remaining veterans and newly trained young men after the "Great Holy War", the border territories of the Western States have no ability to affect the overall situation of the kingdom, and they cannot even protect themselves. It seems difficult.

Levich loosened his clenched fists and nodded to the five boyars in the south.

In the end, the envoy got his wish and received a "response" from the border territories.

The five Southern Boyes left as many soldiers as possible, but took away two hundred hussars, leaving only one thousand and six cavalry on the border.

The other boyes had no right to blame the five lords who fled before the battle, because the five southern lords still left nearly 300 cavalry at the disposal of the other boyes.

The five southern territories support the largest number of hussars, and the further north they go, the less likely they are to have enough economic strength.

According to convention, each Boye must support at least ten hussars, and the big Boye must support fifty horsemen.

The Tsar will not care about the extra soldiers they raise, but it must not be less than this number. Otherwise, the Tsar will think that Boyer has lost the ability to protect the territory and directly deprive the disqualified person of his noble status.

The five of them had to represent the entire border, and they had to take away two hundred hussars.

Perhaps because they were eager to return to their mission, the envoy wanted to set off overnight. The five southern boys could only call on the soldiers on duty and hurried southward.

The glacier in Bjorling was stained red with blood. Lynch didn't know how many people he had killed. He felt absolutely no emotion, neither angry nor guilty, and carried out the cleanup work mechanically.

The death all over the ice sheet awakened many undead souls. The Archmage and the former Priest Morr went around to rest the dead, using the power of the elven gods and the God of the Dead to steal the souls of the dead from the power of chaos.

Eugen didn't know whether his method would work, but according to Moore's performance all along, he would never let go of this opportunity to protect the soul, even if the person presiding over the ceremony was a false believer.

In the realm of guarding death, he always tries his best to make the priest respond to his requests, although he does not have the power.

"The Mor Black Guard will respond to our call for help. Lord Vladimir, please ask the empire for help! Neither the Ostermark nor the Osterland will sit back and watch a vampire rule Kislev!"

The wind of death prevails in the Eastern State, which gives the priests of Morr a lot of influence. The temple of Morr is even slightly larger than the temple of Esun.

This gave the bishop of Mor the idea of ​​interfering with politics, and perhaps the Mor church could go further in Kislev.

Of course "Esun's Claw" Vladimir would not agree to such a request. No Kislevian lady wanted the empire to interfere in Kislev's politics.