So the next day, Egil put the four letters in front of Wald. The dwarf king, who was not as good as Egil, suddenly started to have a headache.

"Think about it, what should we do now?" Egil said.

"You don't know... ask me?" Wald rolled his eyes without knowing whether he was self-deprecating or mocking.

"Okay, then let's use the method of exclusion to judge - the United Kingdom of Ireland-Welsh. Yu Gong, that group of Celtics is quite strong. They are our strong enemies who control the British Isles (Walder curled his lips when he said this, and seemed very disdainful). Yu privately, the Celtics and us are enemies. We came to the British Isles to avenge them (Walder nodded violently). So, the conflict between us and the Celtics is irreconcilable and we must fight. Her letter can be ignored."

"Well, then, the Scots... By the way, that guy William Wallace died like this..." At this point, Wald sighed a little.

"Yes, no one has a thousand days of good luck, no one has a hundred days of good luck, or something..." Egil also pretended to be insincere and sighed: "But, are we really going to fight the Scots? Even if William and Wallace die, the other Scots have fought side by side with us." Egil sighed softly: "How can I bear to fight with them?"

Wald nodded with resentment: "That's true, then forget it."

"Then, these two are left." Egil put away two of the letters, and then picked up the other two letters from Sand's table with one hand: "These two, one of them, are letters of help sent by Alfred. What do you think?"

"Anyway, they are all enemies, let them bite the dog." Wald said.

"But is this really good?" Egil continued: "London is the capital of England after all. If the Irish conquers England and then holds it down, it seems a little difficult for us to break London again with our strength."

"No problem, just leave the siege to our dwarves." Wald slapped his chest and then promised.

"Well...then there's no problem." Egil nodded, and then took out the last letter: "Then, the last one, Edward IV, said that he was willing to use all his territory in France - including the entire Duke of Normandy, and the entire Duke of Aquitaine. These two pieces of land were exchanged for my affairs about his acquisition of the throne of England. What do you think about this?"

"This..." The Dwarf King was a little hesitant. To be honest, the Dwarf King was not interested in understanding these messy inheritance relationships between humans - but it would not work if he didn't say anything or acted very disdainful at this time. Because his ally always had a lot of plausible reasons to combine two things that seemed completely unrelated. Then he said it silently. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he felt very powerful.

However, in recent times, the dwarf king Wald has basically learned how to communicate well with Egil. The most common sentences are: Just do it. Just think it's OK. You are the head coach, you can make your decision. This way.

Basically, before we knew it, the entire dwarf tribe United Kingdom inexplicably became Egil's disguised vassal state. But the dwarves were still unaware of it - or in other words, they had to wait until Egil carried away his complacent orders the dwarves to die before both sides could detect such changes. However, I don't know if that day would happen...

So, Egil nodded, and was also used to the way he got along with Wald. Egil could naturally predict how Wald would respond.

"Very good, so that's it. Contact that guy for the time being. I have confirmed the guy's true intentions and then make plans." Egil said.

At this moment, Wald wanted to say something - from Egil's meaning, he actually recognized Edward IV's proposal. But there is no such good thing in this world. Most of them took a piece of bait and fished in front of them. They used two large pieces of land on the continent to exchange for the throne of an empty island country? Such things seem to be a loss-making deal no matter how you look at it. Unless the guy planned to be indebted from the beginning...

However, in the end, Wald said nothing. He spent several months with Egil. He knew that this guy who looked at the wolf was not a guy who was easily deceived. He planned to further contact with Edward IV, and probably had the idea of ​​using each other. Although this strictly violated the traditional moral concept of the dwarves... But Egil was a human, not a dwarves. Wald was too lazy to care about so much.

Then the matter was settled, and then Wald asked, "Why don't the army continue to move down after it arrives in Nottingham?" Egil laughed and said, "When the battle between Ireland and England is over, we will go and get a little bit accurate."

Wald nodded and said nothing.

At this moment, General Carter stood on the bow of the Thames River, holding a monocular lens in his hand and looked at the city of London, filled with smoke in the distance.

"I really couldn't imagine that. I could send a message to the Lord." Carter shook his head slightly. There were thousands of defenders in the city of London. In addition, the supply of materials was sufficient. Carter originally thought that this siege would take at least ten days and half a month. Who would have thought that in the end, the Queen of Celtics actually took only five days to break through the city. Under the Queen's urging, the Celtics looked like crazy and saw the arrows and stones on the city as if nothing was missing. As if they were crazy, they piled up sandbags, stones and corpses on the city. It took two days to build a slope of nearly sixty degrees beside the five-meter-high London city wall.

Afterwards, the Celtic warriors protected their bodies with shoddy large shields, rushed to the top of the city, then smashed the big shield hard, and then pulled out the Irish sword and killed it on the top of the city...

"It took five days to siege - in fact, the battle lasted only one day. London was tragic. Although my subordinates specialized in navy and were not familiar with land warfare, they still had eyesight. The total number of Welsh longbow soldiers and elves longbow soldiers owned by the Celtics reached more than 5,000. When siege, arrows were like locusts. The Englishmen who suppressed only a few hundred longbow soldiers could not raise their heads, so this combat power was particularly important. At the same time, the Celtics still retained the characteristics of the ancient wilderness period.

The number of barbarian berserkers under their command is rare, but their combat power is extremely strong. Furious combat is almost unstoppable. Their skills may not be as good as Viking berserkers. But their destructive power is still better. Third, Irish heavy swordsmen - the group who attacked the city of London, holding Irish swords and wearing heavy chain armor. Their impact and destructive power are equal to Viking fighters. Also, you need to pay attention to... As for the enemy cavalry, my subordinates have not seen it in the siege. Please forgive me."

In this way, Carter quickly finished the letter with a quill and handed it to the spy who had been waiting around him for a long time. Then, he folded it into a note from the spy, tied it to the legs of the pigeon, and let it fly out.

"This battle is not easy to fight..." General Carter sighed.

In this way, on the night when London fell, Egil received a letter from his generals. Seeing the letter written in papyrus, Egil was a little stunning... It would be good to study the paper - don't break it like rice paper. Even if the coated paper cannot be made, it must be made of wood pulp. Well, um... By the way, after this thing is researched, it can be sold to China, right? Speaking of which, in addition to the legendary Inca Golden Kingdom in this era, it is China... But I also talked about the Inca, um, when will the fleet be sent to the New World to see. By the way, Iceland and Greenland will be used for thousands of years.

When Egil saw it halfway, he started to think about it. In the end, he came up with one: If it really doesn't work, he will take his power to develop in the new continent of America, spread the smallpox and the Black Death in advance. Then he will create a sacred Viking Empire, and those Indians who are worse than mud legs and who can't even smelly can beat them no matter what, right? Hehehehehehe...

"Idiot! Don't give up from the beginning!" After completely capturing Egil's psychological activities, the system elves shouted in regret: "Are you willing to go to America to be a savage? And the special code for the Holy Viking Empire? Don't daydream? When the Vikings were the most powerful in history, their range of activities had already included North America. What's the result? They were beaten back by those Eskimos, bastards! Don't think that without steel weapons, there is no cavalry. In a sense, the barbarians can be said to be the power of the bunker. Morale and desire to fight are much stronger than civilized people. It's not so easy to destroy."

"...Well, plague, smallpox, whooping cough?" Egil tried hard to tell the real reason for the demise of the Indians from the corner of his memory.

"Do you just want to die that way? In this era, the native barbarians in America cannot resist infectious diseases - you, the native barbarians in Europe, cannot resist verbal teeth! I pray that your city will not have a large-scale plague. Otherwise, you will be worried to death."

"...Okay, I'm actually kidding." Egil shrugged: "Everyone said that I won't go to that point until I have no choice. I'm not right now. I still have an army of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, and a title of Norwegian king above my head. It's still early to end my country."

"...I don't know why, but your words seem to have put up a very bad flag."
Chapter completed!