As soon as the new army rushed back from the south entered Tripolis, it attracted the strong anti-fighting of the Molia rebels. In the winter of 2010, the war between Justinian and the Molia nobles allied to decide the future trend of the empire finally began in full swing at this moment.

The new army commanded by Justinian, totaling 3,000, and the alliance of Moria nobles and Latins set up a formation in the valley plains south of Tripolis. There is no doubt that the outcome of the war involves the fate of every big figure in Moria. However, compared with the previous war between Justinian and the vassal state of Achaia, the scale of this battle is far less than that. However, the secret participation of many forces and the wonder of many people watching the fire from the other side of the river has made the situation more dangerous invisibly, and if you are not careful, you may be crushed to pieces. Invisibly, an invisible balance between the new army and the old noble rebels formed an invisible balance. The two armies confronted each other and the stalemate, but the final decisive battle has not officially begun.

But no one dared to take it lightly, especially the noble Moria led by Leosgros. Although he had not seen Justinian's people with his own eyes, he was already frightened when he saw the black wild fox with his teeth and claws on the military flag from afar.

This year's winter came particularly earlier than in previous years. Due to the snow a few days ago, the already bare wilderness around Tripolis became a little muddy for a while. Although such weather is not suitable for combat, because both the attacking and the defensive parties are a huge burden on physical strength, in order to end all this as soon as possible, the coalition of the Latins and the Morian nobles chose to attack, trying to completely defeat Justinian's last power in the shortest time.

"Click--"

The horse's hooves wrapped in hoofs trampled a puddle into a jumping yellow. The fully armed Latin knights led the army and slowly drove the horse to the high hills. This place was not only a place with a good vision for them, but also avoided the muddy terrain that made their horses difficult to move. On the other hand, in the lowlands under the hillside, the new army belonging to Justinian chose to camp there. Viscount Sena, who stood at a high place and looked down at all, frowned slightly. He really didn't understand what the intention of the person on the other side had to choose. Judging from the paper data, the power of the coalition forces far exceeded the so-called new army. At this time, even the advantage of the battlefield terrain had to be abandoned. What medicine was there in the gourd, who was once called the little fox, who was afraid of by them?

Just as he was looking at this scene, a man's humble and respectful voice came from behind Viscount Sena, "His Excellency Sena, are you thinking about?"

Turning around, he saw that the person who came was not someone else, his "ally" at this moment, Earl Conil, one of the representatives of the Moglia nobles. What was this man doing here at this time? He raised his lips slightly. Although as a coalition, the Moglia nobles' army and the Achaia army were camped separately, Viscount Sena did not welcome the other party to appear here so suddenly.

"I just remembered something else and was slightly distracted. Is there anything you have to do here? Dear Lord Conneil?" Although there was a respectful word in his mouth, there was no expression on Senna's face.

But Earl Coney did not feel offended by this and smiled slightly, "It's just that I came to celebrate the upcoming victory in advance, and there is nothing else important."

"If there is nothing other important thing, then I think you should ask me back! After all, I am ready to be in a hurry before the war, and I can't directly entertain you in the army." I felt a little impatient. Although Viscount Sena agreed to join forces with the nobles of Molia, he did not give any good face. He was even more polite to the Earl Conir and directly issued an order to expel guests. This made the smile on the Greek man standing in front of him become a little stiff at this moment.

Earl Conil couldn't help but feel so depressed, but when he thought of his purpose of coming, he had to swallow his happiness and said calmly: "I just hope to talk about whether you can discuss the content of your request after everything is over. Although we want to meet your conditions as much as possible, some of this is still unacceptable to us."

"I can't accept it? Then you can just deal with Justinian yourself, why bother bargaining here?" After understanding the other party's purpose, Viscount Sena directly interrupted the other party and said coldly.

"We are not bargaining, but we just hope that you can be more comfortable with your Excellency Senna, and we can meet other conditions as much as possible. These things are too difficult! Once these contents are published, the whole Molia will be in a state of excitement, and even we will not be able to control the situation at that time." Since the previous negotiations were completely dominated by Leosgros, Conir and other Molia nobles only learned about the content of the agreement, but found that several of them were completely beyond their tolerance. They had to choose to whisper in this way and ask the Latin man in front of them.

But Viscount Sene, who despised these Greeks in his heart, was completely unmoved. "Since this was agreed by Leosgros, you should go to him if you have any questions. I don't have time to waste time with you here. What's more, the so-called boiling crowd is probably used to you, right? Since you have chosen to join forces with the Latins who are disdainful in your eyes, why bother with public opinion! It's just that you can't bear to leave the things in your hands." Viscount Sene snorted coldly, and then asked the guards to see him off while turning around and leaving.

Sure enough, the Greeks of Moria still did not make any progress as they did before! No wonder they had reached the sad and ridiculous level of today! Viscount Sene sneered in his heart. He had already seen that these short-sighted Moria nobles had become Leosgros' puppets at this moment, and were no longer as arrogant as before. Now that we have reached this point, it can be said that the backbone of the nobles has been broken and nothing left. At this moment, his eyes fell on the camps stationed by Justinian's army in the lowlands, but he showed a thoughtful expression and said to himself:
Chapter completed!