Everything has begun, and the curtain finally rises at this moment, but it is not too late, because any great drama is always waiting for its protagonist to appear at the end.

In this regard, both Justinian and Leosgros knew this clearly. They were not impatient, but chose to wait quietly for the best opportunity. It seemed that the stalemate of the warrior on the battlefield had a brief pause for just the next blow to kill the opponent's life more sharply.

However, at this time, Leosgross thought that the victory in this final battle had waved to him. The Latin army arrived day and night from Corinth. Today, the Latin army finally arrived at the city of Tripolis. With their support, even Justinian would never be able to turn the tables.

Hum, if you still have no movement like before, then you will be the one who loses this time, Justinian! Without Anastasius, you are nothing in front of me. Because no matter how cunning the fox is, he cannot escape the hunt of the hunter. He said quietly in his heart, and a cold sneer appeared on Leosgros's cold face, and there was a creepy murderous intent. Perhaps he could have been afraid of the news about Justinian before, but now the final hesitation has been completely wiped out by the crushing of power.

At this time, Grand Duke Anastasius was in the hands of Leosgros, and with the power of the rebels themselves, once he successfully joined forces with the remaining power of Achaia, with the help of Justinian, the only three thousand new troops who had been transferred from Coroni, would be impossible to have the opportunity to reverse the current situation. And he could finally double the shame given to him by the boy from Fort Wiscarri.

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At the same time, under the city of Tripolis, a mighty Latin army once again set foot on this land. When they saw this towering wall, they were driven out of here by Justinian, a few thousand men, as if they were expelling a broken dog. But ironically, they were now invited back by the Morians who were guarding Justinian to deal with the cunning little fox together.

But on the other side of the city wall, Molia's nobles were also in a complicated mood. Everyone knew how ridiculous this thing was at this moment. Obviously, since the fall of Constantinople, the empire's hatred for the Latins had reached an extreme point, but they joined forces with it, which was simply unacceptable to most people. However, now, they were tied to a chariot with Leosgross, but they had no choice. After all, they had to admit that no one was confident that with their own strength, they could deal with Justinian.

The Latin army walked out along the Romanesque Avenue in front of Tripolis. The originally scattered array of cavalry and infantry gathered into a huge formation at this moment, and pressed towards Tripolis. This scene suddenly made many Morian nobles who witnessed all this and couldn't help but change their faces. The shadows left by their battle in the Olive Forest more than a year ago seemed to have been awakened, especially now, although the remaining nobles of the Achaean vassal state have encountered Justinian's cruel devastating blow, they still maintain their outstanding power, otherwise they would not have been regarded as a potential ally enough to change the balance of Morian's power. However, in the eyes of other Morian nobles, this is nothing like struggling with a tiger.

"Mr. Leo, you're really crazy..." Earl Conir couldn't help but murmur to himself as he looked at the city.

In front, the knights wearing heavy armor and wearing cloth chain armor finally appeared in front of the Moria people, both nobles and civilians, who were connected to the two or three hundred Latin people, slowly appeared in front of the army with extremely heavy pressure, and could not help but hold their breath.

Because they are the core forces of the Achaean vassal state, William Chaplet relied on the Eight Hundred Crusaders to defeat the Byzantine army ten times more than his.

Although we have suffered so much damage from Justinian in the Battle of Athens, so there are so many left, the people in Tripolis still feel as if they are facing a great enemy. If the other party is attacking now, can they really be sure to counter them with the power in their hands? Ask yourself, no one dares to think so.

As for the following of these Latin knights, there were all kinds of soldiers. Although they were no longer heavy armored knights that scared the Greeks, these people were all mercenaries who went from the West to the East to seize wealth. When they passed here, they chose to be loyal to the Achaean nobles because of money. Although they were numerous, they were all warriors who dared to fight to the death, especially when they lined up to cover the entire plain in front of the city wall of Tripolis, their armor and weapons were extremely dazzling in the afternoon sun, which made them even more murderous, as if they were ready to start a killing at any time, making the Morian nobles more and more frightened.

Earl Conil, who was so nervous that he kept his breathing, subconsciously gritted his teeth and could only hope in his heart that when they joined forces to solve Justinian's problem, the conditions that Leosgross said could really satisfy the tiger and wolf army. Otherwise, it would be unimaginable how the next outcome would end.

Just as Conir was thinking about it on the top of the city, a solemn trumpet sounded at the bottom of the city, and at the same time, the originally noisy Latin army also quieted down. The solemn army slowly opened, surrounded by a little boy riding a white horse. At this moment, even the arrogant Achaean knights dismounted and showed respectful appearance, following their horse heads. He was not someone else, the current ruler of Corinth, the trusted Marquis of the Latin nobles who had just succeeded the throne not long ago. Next to him was a nobleman who was following on war horses, the regent of Achaean and Viscount Sene. He looked at the city of Tripolis with a cold look and said slowly:
Chapter completed!