There is always a discrepancy between plans and reality, and this is the current situation.
People had to bow their heads under the roof. In this situation, Clifford had nothing to do. With Christopher, the champion knight, his only remaining support was no longer a threat.
However, Clifford still made a last-ditch effort, "You can detain us, but the place where we are imprisoned cannot be too far away from His Majesty. Two of our people must be left by His Majesty's side. Otherwise, we will fight to the death."
"Okay!" Angie Beina agreed very readily.
What they wanted to do was to completely isolate Archduke Borg and ensure that he was not seriously injured and could not cause trouble. They did not really want to do anything to Archduke Borg.
The advantage of keeping them with Archduke Borg is that they can prove their innocence once Archduke Borg has something wrong with him.
Archduke Borg has arrived in this field. Even if he is also a great knight, nine out of ten lives have been lost. The possibility of survival is very slim. They are absolutely unwilling to be implicated in the crime of regicide.
Taking advantage of the gap deliberately created by Angie Beina during the handover between the two parties, Sean, who was hiding in the dark, slipped like a ghost to the seriously injured and unconscious Archduke Borg.
This lion, who had been leading the Manyu Army for many years, now looked like just a gray-haired old man. The only thing that was different from ordinary people was his huge size.
Archduke Borg is fatter than rumored. He is more than 1.9 meters tall, three inches thicker than his waist. He weighs probably more than half a ton. He is piled there like a small mountain.
This kind of body shape was rare even in Sean's previous life, let alone in this world where food is scarce and fat people are a rare species.
In Sean's view, this situation in Archduke Borg is normal. When a person maintains the appetite and digestion ability of a great knight, but does not have the corresponding amount of exercise, it is a damn thing if he is not fat!
Sean did not dare to neglect, and directly penetrated his consciousness into Archduke Borg's body to check his physical condition. This place had become the biggest place of disputes in the castle. The longer he stayed, the easier it was to get into unnecessary trouble.
Sean didn't know whether to say Grand Duke Borg was lucky or unlucky.
The spear throw did not damage any of his important internal organs, nor did it cause massive internal bleeding. It penetrated close to the heart, and a little above it was the aorta of the heart.
If it hits here, let alone the great knight, even the champion knight will be killed on the spot.
But the terrible thing is that Grand Duke Borg was so obese that half of the spear he threw was buried in his body and was overwhelmed by the accumulation of various vital organs.
Not to mention that Sean is just a knight now. Even if he is a champion knight with peak power control ability, he would not dare to use this throwing spear at will. The slightest carelessness will be murder.
The only way is to open the chest. Given the current medical conditions, the risk is higher than direct extraction.
In other words, Archduke Borg is hopeless, and at least Sean is helpless.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
Just when Sean successfully completed his mission and was about to retreat, Archduke Borg, who had been in a deep coma, woke up and grabbed Sean's arm. It was obvious that he was not fully conscious yet.
Sean felt that what was holding him was not a hand, but an iron gate. His bones were groaning, and he screamed inwardly that he was unlucky. He didn't wake up sooner or later, but he woke up at this time.
However, Sean was frightened but did not panic. He pressed his other hand right above Grand Duke Borg's heart. His thoughts surged throughout his body and an invisible big hand squeezed Archduke Borg's heart hard.
Archduke Borg, who had not fully recovered his consciousness, groaned, rolled his eyes, and fell into coma again.
Sean didn't dare to stay for another second and retreated along the original route.
He had just left for five or six seconds when the guards who heard the commotion outside rushed in. After that, they refused to leave, as if they dared to force them, and they would be killed.
Seeing that Sean had come out, Angie Beina gave in and stopped deliberately embarrassing them.
"What's going on? I just asked you to explore the situation. Why do you look like you just had a major operation?" Angie Beina asked.
Sean's current appearance is indeed a bit miserable. His face is pale and listless, and he will fall asleep at any time. He is obviously exhausted, but his eyes are bright and glowing with excitement, like a big boy who has discovered a new toy.
The previous attack on Archduke Borg's internal organs with his mind power was completely a subconscious reaction. Only after he came out did he realize what an amazing thing he had done.
One word kept echoing in Sean's mind - hunting cattle across mountains.
This was a sign that he was going to become a peerless master, and Xiao En was filled with joy.
"It was just an accident and it has been dealt with."
Sean's stable character destined him to only have fun secretly and not to show off. He briefly described Archduke Berg's diagnosis to Angie Beina. With her current medical skills, she was able to make her own judgment.
"This is the best outcome."
Angie Beina was overjoyed.
A live and active Borg Duke, or a dead one, is not in Angie Beina's interests. On the contrary, a half-dead Borg Duke is most beneficial to her.
Even if Grand Duke Borg is seriously injured, as long as he can appear in front of the world, Commander Manyu will not be completely in chaos.
The slave gladiator uprising must be a series of processes. Only by snowballing into a behemoth can the foundation of Manyu's military leadership be truly shaken.
It can be said that this is the most vulnerable time for the slave gladiator uprising. Let alone the regular army of the Phelan family, General Christopher only needs to lead 5,000 city defense troops to kill them.
Gladiator combat and military formation are completely different things. To truly develop and grow, slave gladiators need to change their fighting style.
If the level of chaos is not enough, Angibena's goal of shaking up the ruling policy of the leader of the Manyu Army will not be achieved.
But if Grand Duke Borg dies, it will also be detrimental to her.
After all, she is an illegitimate daughter and is not in the line of succession. Once Archduke Borg dies suddenly, Viscount Philip, the first heir in line, is the natural successor. With a cheer, most of the troops led by Manyu
The Lords and nobles will swear allegiance, including Angie Beina and General Christopher, unless they want to become traitors to the Manyu military leader.
With Archduke Borg hanging on for dear life, Angie Beina has a lot to do.
Although she had never heard of the story of coercing the emperor to control the princes, this method was self-taught.
She could completely use the name of Archduke Borg to act in the name of Duke Philip. During the period when Viscount Philip returned from the Broken Blood Castle to Manyu's army, the water would be muddied, which would help her profit from it.
"No, I can't hold it anymore. Find me a room. I'm going to take a nap for a while. If you need anything, call me." Sean yawned again and again.
So far, the fastest way he can find to restore his mental power is deep sleep. The so-called meditation also refers to deep sleep, at least in this world.
Sean would never just find a place to enter an unprotected deep sleep. It's not that he has a poor sense of security, it's just that the world is too fucked up. If he's not careful, who knows when his life will be gone. In his previous life, he
But I've never been so pretentious.
Fortunately, Angie Beina had made preparations long before this. Not only the staff at Angie Beina Hospital, but also the staff at the restaurant were evacuated. Important people were arranged near Faerun Castle. After the riot,
They were picked up immediately.
Among them are the Valesta Butcher, who has been renamed Baozi, and Sean's Andis hound Button.
When it comes to trust, it’s Patton, the alpha dog. It’s not an exaggeration to say that he and Sean are as close as brothers. This is the first hound Sean has raised. They have lived together for fifteen years and have almost developed spiritual skills.
Now that I'm here, apart from not being able to speak, I'm as smart as those half-grown kids.
The only regret is that as Sean's strength has grown, Barton has been unable to keep up with him. No matter how smart it is, it can't change the fact that it is a dog and cannot become as strong and sturdy as a bear.
Especially after leaving Andis Mountain, there is no group of hounds to control it, and Barton's IQ advantage cannot be revealed. There is no place for real heroes. If something happens, he can only hide far behind and save himself first.
The only important thing is to wave the flag and shout.
Button's temperament is very similar to that of his owner, Sean. He is happy-go-lucky and can be both a majestic general of the hound pack and a cute peace dog with a wagging tail. When the restaurant is busy, he can even serve as half a waiter.
Very popular with old customers.
In just a few months, he has gained nearly two pounds, and seems to realize that his back is not as strong as before. Barton is on a weight loss plan. After all, he is a hound that has received modern education and knows how to maintain health. He must not let himself fall into the trap.
On the threshold of old age fat, it is destined to be a longevity dog.
Next is Baozi. Sean has a natural affinity for people who are single-minded because their minds are not that complicated. How you treat him will be how he will repay you.
Although Baozi's tendencies are acquired, his dependence on Sean can already give him a certain degree of trust. After all, he is also a person with the peak skills of a great knight, and even has the potential to become a champion knight.
Many pure people are deficient in a certain aspect, but they are easy to succeed in a certain aspect. Baozi seems to be in this state.
He has now become that kind of extremely pure person. Apart from eating and sleeping, he only has two things left most of the day. One is to practice swordsmanship crazily, and the other is to accompany Barton to bask in the sun.
I don't know if it's because of concentration, but Baozi's swordsmanship has become sharper and more violent. At the same time, his strength and speed have also grown steadily. If this continues, it will not be a dream for Sean to have a loyal champion knight thug.
After making this discovery, Sean was even more determined to turn the Valesta Butcher into a bun, and started a champion knight training program.
Don't be misled, Sean's champion knight training plan is not to help Baozi make a training plan. What a joke, he is still a knight himself, what qualifications does he have to make a training plan for a great knight, although this great knight is now completely qualified
Instinct training.
Sean still does what he is best at - preparing nutritious meals that are high in energy and easy to digest.
Physical strength is also one of the important criteria for becoming a champion knight. Regardless of whether you are an ordinary person or a champion knight, physical strength is not blown by the strong wind, but eaten from the mouth. Proper nutrition and combination will undoubtedly get twice the result with half the effort, but what can really work
How effective it will be is unknown. After all, Baozi is just a fool and cannot express his feelings to Sean.
Baozi's only flaw is his IQ, but the housekeeper and Barton are a perfect match.
It's interesting to say that Baozi and Barton are very close to each other. Apart from Sean, Baozi listens to Barton's commands the most. As for how one person and one dog communicate, it is unknown.
With one person and one dog by his side, Sean can sleep peacefully. Even if Solo City is in chaos, Faerun Castle will be safe in a short period of time.
No matter how well prepared Starbuck is, it is not easy to gather a force capable of capturing Faerûn Castle.
Gladiators are, after all, a plate of loose sand that has never been cohesive. It is not easy to knead it into a ball now.
In order to keep secrets, Starbuck could not contact all the gladiators in a big way before. The real core personnel belonging to him did not exceed three figures. The other gladiators were all temporarily mobilized.
Even so, it was Angie Beina who helped them secretly to cover up the matter, otherwise Starbuck would have been hung on a cross on the street to dry in public.
Starbuck and Dickron did not waste too much time in the Solo Arena. After suppressing the only resistance, they summoned the rioting slave gladiators and rushed out. This was a battle with blood and corpses.
A cruel road paved.
They didn't know that there was a behind-the-scenes driving force behind their uprising. They were filled with tension and raced against time to gather the slave gladiators. Only by gathering enough people could they do more things.
In the process of recruiting people, Starbuck was both jealous and filled with a sense of pride.
The jealousy stems from the fact that he is both a multiple-time gladiatorial champion and king of gladiators, but when it comes to his influence among slave gladiators, he is inferior to Dixon.
It is an exaggeration to say that the slave gladiators they met along the way bowed to them immediately, but the crowds of followers were a true portrayal. After only walking five streets, there were two to three hundred people behind them, most of whom were directed at Di Kelong.
Come.
Pride naturally knows people with his keen eye, so he dragged Di Kelong over.
If it weren't for him, Di Kelong would still be working as a lackey for others, and he wouldn't be as cool as he is now.
Dicklon joined the rebel army not entirely out of his own free will. Starbuck's attempt at calling it an invitation was actually a cunning means to force him into danger.
But Dikron is one of those people who either don't do it or do it best once he does it. The same is true in terms of the uprising.
Dickron had extensive experience in turning gladiators into soldiers, and he was the one who single-handedly brought out Bill's gladiator army.
Di Kelong, who is experienced, knows that the gladiators have long formed their own fighting style. If they are rashly restrained by strict military discipline, not only will they not be able to unite and exert greater combat effectiveness, but various internal conflicts will arise.
Contradictions have greatly reduced combat effectiveness.
Skirmishers are the correct way to reorganize the gladiators. Set a general direction and let them combine freely. They can swarm forward in small groups like a pack of wolves. They only need to adjust those teams that have deviations in the middle.
Before the number of people exceeds tens of thousands, this method is the most efficient for the gladiators.