"Bad beasts! Bastards! A bunch of idiots! A bunch of trash!" Old Bolton flew into a rage and banged the command table.
Before this, Old Bolton had been mentally prepared to a certain extent, but he did not expect that the situation turned out to be worse than he expected.
A squadron's knight-level marksman is gone as soon as he says it is gone. He has worked hard and spent thirty years to save up, and now he is just a school guard. One-tenth of it has been lost for no apparent reason. Who can be replaced?
His liver hurts, and now he has torn Benson's heart out with his hands.
"It's none of your business here, Abel. Take him to take a hot bath, eat a full meal, sleep well, and be ready to die at any time." The man next to Old Bolton was holding a civilized stick and looking like a gentleman.
The well-dressed middle-aged man picked up the sheepskin scroll that Old Bolton had thrown away and brushed the dust off it with great grace.
"I am happy to oblige, Your Excellency Sir." The old butler named Abel took the dusty marksman messenger down. Having served in the Bastille for nearly twenty years, he naturally knew that this man named Kleist was in front of him.
The weight of speech of middle-aged people.
Anyone who makes a living in Bastille knows that old Burton had two right-hand men, Kleist the fox and Ericsson the bull. There is a popular saying: "I would rather offend Burton than be called the fox."
Keep an eye on”.
If you offend old Burton, you will end up dead. Those who make a living in the Bastille are all desperadoes with their heads in their waistbands. They take life and death very lightly, but if you offend the fox Kleist, life is often worse than death.
It is said that those half-crazy, half-stupid, half-human and half-ghosted guys on the streets of Bastille are all his masterpieces.
Kleist had not been with the old Bolton for a long time, only a dozen years, but when it came to the person whom the old Bolton trusted the most, there was no other person than Kleist.
Even the sons of the old Bolton have never gained the trust of the old Bolton. Eighty percent of the current decrees in the Bastille were not written by the old Bolton, but by Kleist.
Kleist's life experience is also talked about by people. He seems to have appeared out of thin air. Some people say that he comes from Valletas, the capital of the Byron Alliance.
Some people also say that he comes from the far west of the mainland, the Twin Islands, which are tens of thousands of miles away from here.
Some people say that he is a criminal bandit.
Some people also say that he is the heir to a great noble family who failed in his struggle for power.
Regarding the last point, everyone is quite convinced, because he not only has profound knowledge, but also has a perfect aristocratic style that is impeccable. Without training from childhood, ordinary people cannot do this.
In the words of aristocrats, the temperament of aristocrats is revealed from the bones. Even if they wear the clothes of the poor, their words and deeds are superior to others. And a poor person, even if he is dressed in the most luxurious clothes, is still a slug.
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Some of Kleist's actions also prove this in disguise. He likes others to call him Sir Kleist.
Sir Kleist's speaking voice is very unique, and every word has an aria, like an opera stage line: "It is indeed very arrogant, but the other party has indeed caught our sore foot. He Ajer Clark is nothing."
A great person, but we cannot ignore the fourth heir to the Feren family."
Another person next to Old Bolton said with disdain: "The fourth heir to the bullshit, only the three brothers above him are dead, will he have a share, he is a pure uneducated person.
, now that the old Duke is favored by him, he has this kind of virtue. Once the old Duke is called away by the Lord, he can be considered capable if he can live for three years. What's more, he is trapped in the mountains and is waiting for us to send troops to rescue him. Who are these idiots?
What do you think? Ajer is considered a noble and a well-versed soldier. How could he make such a low-level mistake? Now he makes such nonsense suggestions? I really think that those mountain people are just a bunch of dough, and they can be squashed by anyone.
Yuan? Does he know how big the Andes Mountains are? How many mountain people are there in the Andes Mountains? It really angered them, let alone one of their mere school guards, even our Bastille was bitten by them
A spittle was drowned."
At the end of the sentence, the voice sounded like thunder, almost roaring. This person was none other than Bull Erickson, another loyal subordinate of Old Bolton.
He is like a nickname, both in height and width, far exceeding that of ordinary people. His whole body looks like it is made of piled muscles, and his leather armor is broken, as if it will explode at any time. The most unique thing is his lush hair, and his
Wearing a horned helmet, at a quick glance, he looks like a bull.
His nickname is not only derived from his appearance, but also because of his origin. Erikson is not a Byron, but comes from the Ox tribe of the Odin orcs in the Odin Prairie outside the Broken Mountains.
He is an authentic orc of the Ox tribe.
For people who don’t know the orcs, when they hear the name of the orcs, the first thing they think of is the image of various beasts. In fact, they are completely wrong. The Odin orcs were the product of the crazy experiments of the warlocks of the Andis Empire, and they used Ken.
The Tana Barbarian was used as a template, and then the various talent genes of the beast were brutally integrated into it.
Most Odin orcs still maintain 90% of human characteristics, with only a few animalistic characteristics. Some hybrids even have no animalistic characteristics, except for their high and strong points, which are not much different from Byrons, which is used to distinguish their internal races.
It's not the physical characteristics, but the racial talent. Erikson's racial talent is the power of the bull.
Once activated, his strength increases by 30% in a short period of time. Don't think the proportion is small. Erikson is good at strength. Once the talent is activated, he is like an angry wild bull, unstoppable.
I don’t know if it’s coincidence or necessity. The more beastly characteristics a person has, the stronger their natural abilities are, and vice versa. Therefore, in recent years, the Odin Orcs have paid more and more attention to maintaining the beastly characteristics. Just like those nobles, they have begun to have a purpose.
Marriage is used to maintain the purity of the next generation.
It is a very strange thing for a purebred Odin Orc to appear on the land of the Byron Alliance, especially if it is reused, it is even stranger. In the eyes of every Byronian, the Odin Orc is a barbarian.
, synonymous with bloody and crazy.
Only dead Odin Orcs are good orcs, otherwise, even in shackles, Odin Orcs are not safe.
Bull Eriksen has followed the old Bolton for much longer than the fox Kleist. When the old Bolton opened up the Bastille, he had already followed the opponent.
If Kleist is the think tank of the old Bolton, Erikson is the sharp sword in the hand of the old Bolton. He can strike wherever he points. Even after thirty years, it is still extremely sharp.
Kleist always had an unchanging smile on his face, "How do you think the general handles this matter?"
"This is not simple. Just pretend that this letter does not exist and let those idiots fend for themselves in the mountains." The method given by Bull Erikson was simple and crude.
In fact, it is basically impossible to hear oblique suggestions from his mouth. The IQ of most Odin orcs is below the passing line, because the warlocks of the Andis Empire originally regarded them as a kind of biological warfare.
Made by machine.
Those crazy warlocks believe that the lower the IQ, the more animalistic, the more savage, and the higher the combat effectiveness. This argument is not wrong. The Andis Empire was almost destroyed by the Odin Orcs who counterattacked.
"If the matter is really that simple, Your Majesty the City Lord, you don't have to be so angry. Neither the fourth heir of the Feren family nor Ajer is scary. What is scary is the old Duke."
Instead of refuting Erikson, it would be more appropriate for Clueless Fox Kleist to tell Old Bolton, "This old Duke has been thinking about our Bastille for more than a day or two. It's just that the Lord of the City has always been loyal and cautious, and there is nothing he can do about it."
Take it by force. If the fourth heir of the Phelan family dies in the mountains and we ignore it, it will become a real excuse. Then the old Duke will propose to control the Bastille under his own hands.
No one can fault anyone."
Old Bolton's expression changed, and he was so gloomy that he almost shed tears, "Do you think this was a trap deliberately set up by that old guy?"
The more I thought about this possibility, the greater the possibility. The old guy in Old Bolton's mouth was none other than the person he was loyal to, the supreme ruler of the Manyu Army, the current patriarch of the Faerun family, the Duke of Faerun, Borg Slav Fe.
Lun.
Time can change many things. It can not only turn a strong young man into an old man, but also turn a warrior into a coward. It can also turn a wise man into a coward.
The former Desert Lion has long lost the heroism it once had, but its desire for power has never weakened at all, and has even become stronger, trying to control everything in its own hands.
The military leadership of Manyu has been in turmoil for more than ten years. It is said that the local nobles rebelled, but Old Bolton did not see any local nobles truly becoming powerful. It was more that the land that had been enfeoffed returned to Fei.
In the hands of the Lun family, the Manyu military leader now has an unprecedented concentration of power.
Unknowingly, the Bastille has become the largest independent force outside of the Phelan family. Not only does it have the largest private army of nobles, but it also owns the Bastille, a cornucopia of money that keeps pouring out money.
If old Bolton is smart and hands over the Bastille and the military power in his hands, whether he goes to the royal capital or the territorial capital, and becomes a law-abiding lord, the old Duke will never be stingy with the title of hereditary earl.
However, power is not something that can be put down just because it is put down. Especially since the Bastille was created by the old Bolton with great pains, it is impossible to hand it over easily, even if the other party is one's loyalist. Therefore, now both sides
The relationship is very tense.
The Duke of Ferran has never used force against the Bastille. In addition to worrying that if he uses troops against the Bastille, it will have a certain impact on the slave trade and gladiator business of the Manyu military leader. Another reason is that he has never found a suitable excuse.
Even if the Duke of Faerun is the supreme ruler of the Manyu Military Territory, he cannot casually take back the enfeoffed territories without justifiable reasons.
If you go too far and cause uneasiness among all the local nobles, it will be trivial to unite to rebel. Once you defect to other military leaders, it will be troublesome.
If aristocratic forces from other military leaders intervene, there will either be a war between the military leaders or endless wrangling. Either way, it will be a big trouble.