Realm of Power

67 Battle of the Four Golden Pillars Part 4

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Haven't you received any news? "Lidakus rolled his eyes helplessly, with a surprised expression on his face, as if he was still saying, Your Excellency, such a joke is not funny at all.

"Tell me, does this matter have something to do with the royal family?" Plais's body was trembling with sorrow. Such a questioning attitude was really embarrassing.

As an important minister of the kingdom, he actually needs to ask a foreign envoy about his own royal family. This is undoubtedly the same as what he told the other party in ** that he has been abandoned by the royal family and has become farther and farther away from the center of power.

"Well, that's what I should say." As Lidakustin was about to leave, he turned around and curled the corners of his mouth slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

"Just when we proposed marriage to Your Excellency, we also received a request for marriage from your country."

"That's possible." Plais was extremely shocked. His body swayed, and his pale face was completely devoid of blood.

"Does your Excellency really have nothing at all?" Lidakus had a surprised and inexplicable look on his face. This was the moment he had been waiting for for a long time. He wanted to make this important minister of Ruidian completely give up his beliefs and come from the people and the people. The attack on the nobles is obviously not enough. The best way is to uproot them, and Plais's root is the trust of the royal family.

After this month of training, this guy with great acting talent has become very familiar with this skill.

He looked at the pale Plais with pity and said, "His Majesty King Haraus of your country has requested from our country to use the noble Princess Haroldian of the royal family to replace your Excellency Pradiele to marry our king." , your king is a very dedicated person."

Lidacus paused for a moment and continued without changing his expression, "He likes Pradiale. Even Princess Haroldian of the noble royal family is also a famous beauty. As for the royal family's request, I After careful consideration, the king had to make a difficult decision that took into account the face of both countries. If the Ruidian royal family must marry, it must be after the marriage of your Plais family."

"You said it's all true? This..."

Plais's face softened a little, and he felt an inexplicable sense of gratitude in his heart.

It is a very impolite way to put the daughter of a deserted minister above the royal princess. Everyone knows that Vecilia Falcon is a vulgar guy with no etiquette at all, but this guy's behavior is obviously to protect.

No wonder the entire Ruidian royal family, from His Majesty the King who used to be so close to him, to several princes, looked like they were hiding from each other when they saw this.

Prais suddenly felt like crying and laughing.

When he was abandoned by his motherland, it was the monarch of another enemy country who used some very powerful way to maintain his final dignity.

This reminded him of the last words of the most famous marshal in Ruidian a hundred years ago, Duke Adi of Lagos, before he was sentenced to be burned at the stake by the royal family for liaison with the enemy.

"Your enemies may be the people in the world who care about you the most, because they are your value."

Lidakus's voice came again, "The reply I am waiting for is that you, Lord Plais, have taken the initiative to request that your daughter be married to the missing prince to make up for the loss in the Battle of Rebogen. Mistake, as for this marriage, there is only one option: substitution. "Lidakus's words were like a boulder, thrown into Plaice's already extremely turbid heart.

"The royal princess marries the Falcon Dynasty, and my daughter marries the eldest prince to atone for her sins..."

The furious Plais took a few steps back and called three bastards, bastards. Bastard, this is simply murder. His Royal Highness the Prince's life and death are unknown. My daughter may get married. Doesn't this make my daughter a widow before she gets married? "Don't jump words≌Rais looked almost battered and beaten, messy and miserable in the wind,

If he hadn't heard it today, the noble Ruidian royal family would have done this despicable and shameless act of poaching. No wonder, no wonder a mediocre person dared to attack a formal court meeting. No wonder His Majesty is here When he was humiliated in court, he looked on coldly without saying a word.

What a good design, pushing him into the abyss step by step, Plais didn't want to do this, but the facts in front of him just proved the reliability of this news,

"Asking the princess to replace the marriage, asking the daughter to marry the eldest prince, this behavior of the Ruidian royal family is simply robbery."

Such words lingered in Plaice's head like a whirlpool, and the way he gritted his teeth looked extremely ferocious.

The figure that was still a little decadent just now is exuding a force that makes people feel oppressive, like an injured old wolf silently licking the wounds all over his body.

He stood up resolutely again, his sad eyes filled with angry killing intent.

Countless chaotic thoughts swirled in Plaice's mind. This was a fierce thought storm. Everyone has a weakness. The opposite side of the resolute and open-minded Plaice was his family.

This man who can face the rumors, betrayal and ridicule in the city with indifference, and still remain strong and unyielding, is the kind of ruthless character who does not allow his family to be harmed at all. Plaice, who talks about the impossible, is at this moment His eyes were bloodshot,

"Prais, you still couldn't escape the claws of the falcon in the end." Lidacus looked at Prais who was almost out of control, and a barely perceptible cold light flashed in his eyes. His goal had been achieved.

"Three days later is the deadline for this marriage proposal. Please give me a reply within three days. By then, my king can only marry Princess Harendian of the royal family. The fate of Pradiele is hard to say..." Lidacus lowered his head with a serious expression.

"Please make a decision as soon as possible." Lidacus saluted to Prais with great grace, and finally looked at Prais with a cold expression, and left the living room.

"Huh" Lidacus just walked out of the hall, cautious 's face was relieved, and he was secretly happy.

This centrifugal plan to cause discord between the king and the prime minister really worked. It was not in vain that you had to worry about it in Paraven for the past month. The best plan also needs a suitable promoter. After this matter is done, you will be rewarded.

This was the promise that the fat man made when he kicked Paraven. This marriage proposal was like a sharp sword, severing the relationship between Prais and the royal family and cutting off Prais's last information about the Rieldian royal family. No matter what will happen in the future, the irreconcilable seeds have been planted between the Rieldian royal family and Prais.

Without Prais's hard support, how long can the increasingly aging and decadent old king hold on?

Lidacus felt a little sad for this country that had suffered so many disasters. He sighed secretly and swept his eyes across the courtyard in front of him. The bleak autumn wind rolled up a fallen leaf and floated past him. The golden sunset shone through the dilapidated courtyard wall, dyeing everything inside a layer of red. This scene was beautiful and sad.

King Harlaus and Prais, the best partners who had been together through thick and thin in the kingdom, finally came to an end. This was a historical choice and the final result of the balance of power games. In the face of the interests of the royal family, Prais was too light.

Stepping into the carriage waiting outside the door, Lidacus's thoughts became a little confused.

After this mission, I should be able to return home. It is less than half a month before the launch of the Dragon-class battleship, the main battleship of the Falcon Navy. Judging from the current battle situation, it is impossible for Fatty to rush to support the launching ceremony. Only the new Minister of the Navy can take charge of this matter. This is possible. It was agreed before.

Two days later, the wings of the white carrier pigeon flew over the towering mountains and transmitted the intelligence information from Paraven to the Amyra Mountain area, which is less than 100 miles away from Paraven.

On the rolling hills, 70,000 falcon kings are stepping up the repair of the long wall on the top of the mountain that has not been repaired for many years.

According to the fat man's order, a high tower is built with wood every 5 miles on the 170-mile long wall on the top of the mountain. Each tower is guarded by a team and stores wood and hay that can be ignited. If there is an enemy, the corresponding fire will be ignited according to the number of enemies. As long as the smoke in front is seen rising, the high tower behind will immediately ignite the wood pile.

This can greatly increase the speed of information transmission. It takes less than half an hour to spread throughout the 170-mile hill, even faster than the flying speed of the carrier pigeon.

This is an extremely simple beacon tower.

It is obviously impossible to defend a 170-mile long wall with 60,000 troops, but if it is a beacon tower, even if the outer 10 miles of the mountain are Only about 60 are needed to be deployed.

According to a squad of 50 people, the number of troops used is no more than 3,000.

The rest of the main force of the legion is divided into four parts, taking turns to guard key positions, which can not only mobilize the fort in time, but also allow the main force to rest before the war.

Such a strategic layout was a very common setting in the ancient East, but in this dark and alien era, almost no one can do it.

In the eyes of most people, the castle is an enhanced version of the beacon tower. It not only communicates and garrisons, but also plays the role of delaying the enemy's main force. Naturally, no one will consider building a fire tower that can only send messages.

Taking the letter sealed with wax from the messenger, the fat man suppressed his excitement and gently opened the incision of the letter with his hand. After more than a month of layout, he accumulated a lot of experience, blocked the front and intercepted the back, and trampled the pride that Prais relied on to the ground. The result of the busy work was in this letter.

"Your Majesty, What's the situation? "

Caesar Thoron, who brought 10,000 new troops from Eberron, also asked nervously. He was one of the few military leaders that the fat man intended.

As a legion-level senior official who was closest to the core area of ​​Rieldian and in charge of military affairs, he also felt sincere admiration for the former Rieldian Minister of Military Affairs who saved the situation at the most critical moment.

This is a tough guy like a twisted candy. His tactical and strategic abilities are first-class. The most terrifying thing is his will and belief to never give up. It is hard to imagine that there is really someone in this world who can defeat him except death.

"Lidacus succeeded." The fat man smiled and handed the letter in his hand to Caesar Thoron. "Plais agreed to the marriage. You should send a new envoy to hand over to Lidacus and implement the next plan. Tell him that, as I promised him, the launching ceremony of the dragon-class battleship this time belongs to him. This is an opportunity to go down in history."

67 Battle of the Four Golden Pillars IV

67 Battle of the Four Golden Pillars IV