"Your Majesty, the vassals over Achaia have sworn to you, and they are waiting for your carriage to arrive." The envoy from Corinth said respectfully half kneeling on the ground.

On the way from Athens to Corinth, a mighty army was advancing to the south, and the one who led them was Alexander, the king of Thessalonika. Although he had lost his kingdom territory after the Battle of Macedonia, he still had the six thousand elite soldiers left by Bonifax. Therefore, when Alexander arrived in Athens, he immediately gained the support of the German nobles there and gained allegiance to the Principal of Athens.

In addition to the Principal of Athens, the vassal state of Achaia was nominally a vassal of the Kingdom of Thessalonika. A month ago, he had sent an envoy to demand that he fulfill his vassal obligations, but he never replied. Now, his army was ready to go to the fortress of the army. At this time, the other party actually took the initiative to submit a tribute, which really surprised Alexander. But thinking about it, this was also a cleanup. The Achaia people should have hated the little fox of Moria like them, so how could they give up the opportunity to take revenge?

"So how many people are you willing to give?" Alexander, who nodded slightly, was not too surprised. He cared more about how much power the weakened vassal state of Achaia could mobilize. At the time when Constantinople conquered Constantinople, there were more than 40,000 Crusaders, and most of them chose to stay here to divide the legacy of the Roman Empire. After Emperor Baldwin's defeat to the Bulgarians, Macedonia and Molia fell one after another, the crusaders he could mobilize was no more than 7,000. And his command was more mercenaries who refused to work hard for wealth and Greek cannon fodder that were forced to be recruited. Even though the number of people now has the advantage, Alexander was not careless about Molia's upcoming military operations. Therefore, the power of the Achaia was also indispensable. He was unwilling to appear that he and the Greeks were both injured and were reaped the benefits.

And the messenger of the vassal state of Achaia said sincerely: "We will do whatever we do. Your Majesty, as long as you can destroy the Greeks and let us recover the lost land, we will die."

"Some things are useless just by saying them." Alexander reminded.

"We are willing to send 2,000 cavalry and 5,000 infantry." After understanding the other party's true meaning, the Achaean messenger replied.

After receiving the reply, Alexander nodded without comment. This was indeed all the forces that the vassal state of Achaia could send. In the previous war, they had suffered a lot of casualties in Justinian's hands. They were able to mobilize seven thousand people, but they were afraid that a large part of them were recruits with worrying combat effectiveness. But this was enough for Alexander. Even if he had a strong momentum, the army he commanded was several times that of Moria's defenders.

"Okay, go back and say hello to Marquis Charles and the Palace of Senna on my behalf. I am very grateful for your assistance. I will arrive in Molia soon, and I will help you get out of the Greeks after that." With such promise, Alexander ordered the men to send Achaean's messengers away, and at this time, his confidants came in outside the tent.

"Your Majesty, are the Frenchmen in Achaia really reliable?"

These nobles who surrendered to Justinian's resignation to the vassal of Achaia were very confused by Alexander's promise to the other party's request. Why did they do such thankless things? They originally planned to destroy them by the way this time, but now the cowards have become their own allies, which made the knights under Alexander's command indignant.

But when Alexander raised his hand silently, everyone immediately turned his eyes to Alexander himself.

Alexander said slowly: "It is not the time to act voluntarily. Everyone, I believe you are more clear than me about the defense of Corinth City."

"But"

"Nothing but. Have you heard of it? The little fox has returned to Molia." After Alexander told every nobleman here this news, the atmosphere suddenly fell in the tent. The Latins looked at each other and couldn't speak, but their brains were still processing this information with great information.

"What?!" The aristocrats couldn't believe their ears. Justinian, who had been missing in Macedonia for several months, came back silently. Upon hearing the news, the Latin people couldn't help but tremble. The fear of Justinian obviously suppressed their previous courage.

There is nothing worse than this!

Looking at the faces of the nobles with different expressions, Alexander continued: "In fact, the vassal state of Achaia has never fallen to us because of our army, but because Justinian. Even the Greek nobles were not spared. They were a group of people who were out of place among the Greeks and naturally had a deep heart and chose to ask us for help."

"In other words, we have to deal with Justinian again." A chill was heard, and a nobleman from Alexander said. He had followed Bonifax, experienced a battle outside Macedonia, and deeply understood the hardships.

And what Alexander had to say next suddenly surprised the nobles present, "Yes, we are going to take care of the cunning care again, and another news is said to have contacted the Pizza people and received the support of the Pizza fleet."

"Pissa people?" The nobles were shocked. Although these Italian nobles have always been famous for their fickleness, it is rare to roll up their sleeves and do their hands. However, what they care more about is another thing.

"Your Majesty, then in this way, aren't there any danger in our rear?" The alert nobleman immediately realized the problem and said worriedly. The straight distance between Nafplion and Athens was only more than one hundred miles, and a fleet could soon be from one end to the other. This is undoubtedly a huge threat! Alexander should not be unclear about this, and some nobles couldn't help but propose to stop the march and go back to re-arrange the defense.

However, Alexander directly rejected this request. The man said calmly: "Don't worry! I have already considered this, so I have already sent a spy to lurk from the sea to Nafplion to monitor the Pisa every move."

"But if that happens, we will never have time to go back to rescue Athens." The land march was very different from the speed from the sea. When they returned, they were afraid that the city of Athens had been captured long ago.

But at this moment, Alexander chuckled:
Chapter completed!