While secretly heaving a sigh of relief, the king suddenly widened his eyes again, took a breath, and finally reacted.
"This...this is the head of the high priest!?"
"The high priest was killed in battle!?"
The king fell to the ground with a plop.
It is not the head of Jingzhou God of War, which is a joy; but it is the head of a high priest, which is sad.
Under the impact of this mixed sorrow and joy, the king was also shaky and unable to stand.
"Didn't you say that the high priest is back?"
The king glared and questioned the guard.
"Yes...I'm back..." the guard said tremblingly, "The humble position means that the head of the high priest has been sent back..."
Hearing this, the king was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
I bet this is not a triumphant return, but a death return...
"Ah - my dear..." The king was heartbroken, as if he had lost his left and right arms, and was terrified.
At this moment, the ministers in the court also came after hearing the news.
After seeing the head of the high priest, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry.
"The high priest has harmed the country and the people..."
"Wei Chen has made it clear a long time ago that there will be peace talks and peace talks, but I am determined to go to war!"
"It's good now. We've lost the battle. He's dead. It's all over. How can we clean up this mess left behind!?"
At this time, the original peace talks once again gained the upper hand and cursed the dead high priest, wishing they could eat his flesh alive and dig up his ancestral graves.
"I heard that Daxia's army marched all the way south. As if they were entering an uninhabited country, they have already arrived at the city and have reached our royal capital!"
The ministers were trembling and timid, and did not come to attend the court meeting. They took their families and fled overseas for refuge early.
As a result, most of the ministers in the court were suddenly reduced, and most of those who fled were also the main war faction that supported the high priest.
On the one hand, the high priest's matter was a downfall for them, and they were afraid that the king would liquidate them.
On the other hand, they are fighting, not really warlike, but just for profit, and they don't have to go to the battlefield anyway.
When the enemy really came in, they were not even as tough as the peace-seeking faction and were the first to run away.
"My dear friends, what should I do?" The king was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.
After all, in the current situation, with troops approaching the city, I am afraid that the entire royal capital is a no-fly zone.
Any attempt to escape is just a luxury.
"For the current plan, we can only send people to negotiate peace with the God of War in Daxia. No matter what conditions the other party proposes, we can only bite the bullet and agree to it."
"Moreover, we must place all the blame on the high priest, and hand over his wife, children, children, and nine tribes to Daxia for disposal. Perhaps we can appease Daxia's anger."
All the ministers came up with suggestions one after another, but most of them were bad ideas. They were praised for being traitors to the country and seeking glory.
But the king had no choice but to accept the orders one by one and leave it to fate.
At this moment, the guard suddenly came to report: "It's not good!"
"Daxia's army has broken through the city and entered the palace!"
What!?
When the king of Siam heard this, his head almost exploded.
He never expected that Daxia’s tiger and wolf troops would arrive so quickly and even enter the palace!?
"Quick!" the king ordered his surroundings, "quickly come to Jingtiao!"
"I will follow the custom of Daxia and go outside the palace in person to plead guilty."
