The roar spread out from the splendid hall, seeming to shake the chandeliers in the corridor. However, the heavily armed guards guarding the palace still did not look away. Only their slightly trembling arms also showed their
Slightly shaken.
"Your Majesty, please calm down." Facing the anger of Rogman III, Barak Einhard knelt down on one knee, but his expression was not moved at all, "The above is the information I brought, and what I am doing for it.
Actions taken. At present, the imperial regular army has been fully prepared on the border, which is enough to meet any subsequent enemy movements."
"Shut up!" Luogman interrupted him angrily, "Explain to me clearly what is going on!"
"Manpower is eventually limited, and so is the empire." Barak replied calmly, "Although no agreement has been signed, the Sachi people, the Violet Empire, the Fritz people, and the Saint Leon Theocracy have now formed a substantial alliance.
.Those Black Crow Knights who lost control also caused a lot of damage from the rear - we are the ones under siege now, Your Majesty."
"Where are those immortal soldiers!" Rogman stood up and looked at Balak condescendingly. "That was God's will. Did you bury them all together?"
"They... no longer have the qualities to fight. I have arranged for them to return to their hometown." Barak used a euphemism, "Fanka Corens created a drug to dispel fanaticism. They lost morale.
They are just a group of new soldiers, who will also be afraid and shrink." The man raised his head coldly, "And, Your Majesty, you should know that they are not truly "incapable of death."
Rogman sat down heavily on the chair. Of course he knew, because the person who told him about this was a letter from the imperial general in front of him - but so what? Soldiers themselves are consumables in war.
A group of reusable consumables are naturally much easier to use than disposable ones. He originally wanted to scold the other party for his behavior, but a certain name the other party mentioned caught his slight attention.
"Fanka?" He stared at Barak coldly, "I thought you told me that he no longer meddles in other people's business."
The empire's general stood up straight and raised his head slightly. Rogman could feel his gaze, which contained a hint of pride.
"The 'madman' who dared to confront any enemy head-on and used secret techniques to destroy everything is indeed gone." Barak said solemnly, "However, the blood belonging to the wizard is still flowing in his body, and this may never happen.
It cannot be changed." The man closed his eyes and took a slow breath, "Your Majesty, if you continue to cause unnecessary casualties, I cannot guarantee whether he will change his decision back then."
Is he threatening himself? Rogman almost wanted to curse, but a cold chill ran across his back at the right time, making him swallow the words he was about to say.
He did not think that it was wrong for him to start the war, but he also understood that many of the methods used in this war could not be considered 'just'. During his reign, he experienced the heyday of "Brigade". That
For a period of time, like many superiors, he was afraid and resentful of the sword of judgment that could fall at any time - even though the "Brigade" was just a mercenary group most of the time, only those truly cruel rulers,
Only then will they be punished.
He doesn't know if he has reached that standard now. However, even if there is a slight possibility that the "madman" will come back again... Even with the defense of the entire palace, I am afraid that he will not be able to stop the opponent. And because of what he did
What he did made the Wizards' Federation quite dissatisfied with him, and it was even more wishful thinking to get help from the other party.
"What do you want to say?" He tried to calm down and asked Barak.
"I will try my best to promote peace." Barak knelt down on one knee again and replied, "Of course, this requires your Majesty's personal statement. The empire may have to pay some price for this, but that is to avoid a bigger, impossible
Accept the loss.”
What kind of peace agreement? To put it bluntly, it's just surrender. Rogman cursed a few words in his heart and tried hard to keep the expression on his face unchanged, "When do you plan to leave?"
"As fast as possible, Your Majesty." Barak replied, "The armies of other countries are gradually approaching. Any battle at this time will only waste the strength of the empire for no reason."
Okay, he admitted that what Balak said was the truth. Then, he had to give in for the time being, and then take it easy - he was always young, and he was not in a hurry to build his achievements. Rogman convinced himself, and stood up
, waving the golden cloak behind him.
"I will go there in person. I want to see with my own eyes these people who brought failure to me." He said coldly, "Sir Barak, are you enough to guarantee my safety?"
"I will protect you with my life, Your Majesty." Barak said calmly.
"Speaking of which, where is Lord Cullen?" Rogman clenched his fist and felt the power given to him by the man in black robe. "If he is here, it will be safer."
"He is communicating with the gods he serves." The empire's general bowed slightly, "This time, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time."
"That's a pity." Rogman shook his head, "Let him go, let's go."
One day, he will definitely pay back three times the price he paid this time from those people.
The king of the empire pursed his lips and made an oath in his heart.
…
In the year 458 of the Saint Leon calendar, on the sixth day of the spring month, the Oren Empire signed a peace treaty with the Theocracy of Saint Leon, the Kingdom of Elders, and the Violet Empire.
Representatives of the Saatchi people also arrived at the scene. The Grand Duchy of Lors, the country of the Fritz people, which was announced not long ago, participated in the signing of the peace treaty as a subordinate of the Violet Empire and the Theocracy of Saint Leon.
The results of the negotiations were reached on the afternoon of the next day. The Oren Empire would return all the occupied territory of the Kingdom, and would need to pay a total of 100,000 imperial silver coins to the Kingdom within ten years; the Violet Empire's coalition forces would return about half of it.
The Grand Duchy of Lors retains its existing territory, and neither party is allowed to continue to intrude on the kingdom's borders.
From that moment on, the war that lasted for nearly a hundred days came to an end.
No party suffered a devastating blow, and the compensation of 100,000 silver coins was far from a thorn in the side of the empire. However, this war indeed planted uneasiness among every force involved.
with the seeds of change.
Maybe this was not in line with the original intention of the initiators of the war, or maybe it was within some people's expectations.