Forget it, the angels of the Goddess of Light are still waiting in front!
The serious thing is to survive first. As for being pretentious and worrying about gains and losses, leave it to later.
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During the half month in Salos City, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke was not in a hurry to march, but chose to rest and recuperate on the spot, training the army and replenishing military supplies.
At the same time, Delphi, the high priest of the Dark Temple, has been busy for so long, and naturally his efforts have not been in vain.
With the efforts of him and other clergy, nearly 30% of the residents of Salos City became believers of the God of Darkness. Although the rest are not willing to change their beliefs for the time being, they at least know the existence of the God of Darkness, which can be regarded as expanding their popularity.
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Feeling the growing power in his body, Allen finally felt a sense of security.
However, perhaps because he was far away from his old friends, or perhaps because of his change in mentality, Allen had not left Braden Kingdom for a long time, but in his perception, it seemed like he had experienced a long time.
After capturing the city of Salos, there is Fornosant, an important transportation town in the Greyhawk Kingdom; behind Fornosant, there are rugged limestone mountains and the beautiful Hredar Valley; and after passing through Hredar Valley
, is the capital of the Greyhawk Kingdom
Fort Greyhawk.
During this process, Allen stayed at the rear of the army and did not participate in military command. Instead, he taught the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke to handle these matters himself.
Anyway, in the battle of Salos, Allen had successfully achieved his goal of establishing his authority.
The details of this battle may have spread throughout the Greyhawk Kingdom along with the flying carrier pigeons, ringing the alarm for all the lords, including the King of Greyhawk Kingdom, making them realize that the legendary
The Dark Temple has a purpose beyond imagination, and ordinary people cannot compete with it.
Because of this, in the next battle, the soldiers guarding the city will either be afraid of the power of the Dark Temple and choose to surrender happily; or, like General Benjamin of Salos, they will be iron-clad and would rather die than surrender, or another
There is a saying that the mantis uses its arm as a chariot and uses its eggs to hit rocks.
All in all, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke moved his army to the gates of Castle Greyhawk without any effort.
The Duke of Mayfield, on the one hand, was glad that his march went quite smoothly, with few casualties and little losses along the way; on the other hand, he felt faintly depressed.
Because he noticed that since the earth-shattering battle in Salos City, everyone seemed to attribute each victory to the Dark Temple, while he, the army commander, seemed to be a freeloader.
He is at an age when he is full of ambition and high-spirited, so he naturally feels dissatisfied with the attitude of others.
But he can't beat them, so what can he do?
To be honest, many days have passed since the night when Allen made an unannounced visit to the Duke's Mansion, but to this day, the Iron-Blooded Duke still has a deep psychological shadow left by Allen in his heart, which has been lingering.
The strange and unpredictable black mist, the indifferent aura that looked down on all living beings, and the bottomless black eyes that seemed to be able to crush his soul, made the young Duke completely unable to resist.
There will even be an idea deep in my heart that I am willing to surrender to the other person's feet.
But at the last moment, he still kept his mind.
The reason is simple
That is the competitive spirit of young people.
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke is young, not tall, with a slender figure and fair complexion. He undoubtedly looks like a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth. Even if he is wearing a women's dress, there is no sense of violation.
But this Duke has a good skin, but he dislikes his appearance as being too weak. He feels that he has no aura and is not majestic enough, so he wears a heavy armor all day long, euphemistically called "cultivating soldiers who are good at fighting in the army".
Wind, starting from the lord."
He has gone from an illegitimate son living among the people to a powerful lord in the Greyhawk Kingdom. The thing he cares about most is undoubtedly the power at hand.
For the sake of the power at hand, he can plot to poison those relatives who are trying to snatch the right of inheritance. He can change his beliefs in a few words. He can even temporarily humble himself in front of his enemies in order to seek justice...
But he would never allow others to forcefully destroy his prestige in the military in front of him.
Even if that person is a messenger sent by the true God.
What's more, Allen also has a face that makes him hate it.
A handsome face that is elegant but not lacking in masculinity, with sharp edges and corners but not overbearing.
All in all, he is the kind of person that the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke envies and hates the most, but cannot desire.
But what can he do?
He can't beat Allen, and he still needs Allen.
Fortunately, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke is a young man who doesn't care about temporary gains and losses, and is flexible and flexible.
Under Allen's "powerful authority", he simply agreed to all the requests made by Allen: such as temporary command rights, such as the autonomy of the Dark Temple priests to participate in the war, such as the sharing of rights to provide materials and intelligence to the Dark Temple,
etc.
He still clearly remembered that at that time, while nodding his head in frustration, he secretly thought to himself: It is not terrible to be subordinate to others for the time being. But after this war is over, he must find a way to regain his power.
At this moment, Iron-Blooded Grand Duke Mayfield MacNeil was sitting quietly in his tent, checking the enemy's intelligence while silently thinking about the next battle plan.
Perhaps it was because the Dark Temple stole the show, or perhaps because the envoy's strength was too mysterious and unpredictable. The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke stared at the sand table in front of him for a long time, but he felt inexplicably unable to exert his strength and ability.
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If war can be compared to playing chess, then the battles commanded by the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke before were the kind where he knew himself and the enemy. He could always place his chess pieces in the most appropriate position on the battlefield to maximize his own strength.
But now?
He didn't even know how strong his chess pieces were, so he couldn't display his chess skills.
He even felt that in the eyes of the Dark Temple and the mysterious messenger, maybe he was the real chess piece.
Thinking of this, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke frowned, and his pale and handsome face showed an aggrieved expression.
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard someone outside the camp asking to see him.
"Come in!" the Duke ordered.
The person who came was a young man with brown hair, wearing a black robe and a friendly smile, Vann Igneel.
He is the heir of Marquis Igneel, a priest of the Dark Temple, and the only student of High Priest Delphi.
And, the relatives and best friends of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke.
Everyone feels that Vann Igneel joined the Black Temple because of his thirst for extraordinary power.
But only the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke knew that the reason why Fan En willingly gave up his family inheritance rights and became a priest of the Dark Temple was because of his own orders.
So he asked: "Fan, you have been in the Dark Temple for so long, has Delphi decided to make you the next high priest?"
Fan En pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No."
"Perhaps they don't trust you enough," the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke thought for a moment and commented, "You have to perform well and win the support of the Dark Temple believers and priests to become the only candidate for the next high priest."
"As you command, Your Majesty the Duke." Vann Igneel nodded to the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke.
However, deep in his eyes, there was a hint of hesitation.
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The plane of Payne is full of smoke, but the wizard tower of Braden Kingdom is still as calm as before.
While Allen was fighting and preaching in the Kingdom of Greyhawk, another talented student of master alchemist James Walder, Duke Solomon's daughter Selina, was quietly learning alchemy knowledge step by step.
If Allen's life is like a storm on the sea, in just a few months, he bombed the Northern Tribunal of the Church of Light, burned an archbishop to death, and turned a plane upside down, then Selena's life
It is a calm lake with no waves.
There is nothing more than learning magic.
If Allen was just an ordinary magic genius and did not inherit the godhead of the Dark God, then his life would probably be similar to Selina's
Studying magic books, doing magic experiments, writing magic papers, and meditating day after day.
Occasionally come up with some new inventions, write a few groundbreaking papers, and create a sensation in the magic world.
But that’s where it stopped.
However, Selena, who left the family, enjoyed this life very much.
Since becoming Walder's student, neither her father nor her fiancé, Marquis Scott, who is more than twenty years older than her and old enough to be her father, have kept silent about her engagement, as if
It's like this engagement doesn't exist.
After all, Master Alchemist Walder has a high prestige in the kingdom. Now that Selena has such a strong backer, they naturally dare not force her to fulfill her engagement.
However, due to the dignity of the nobles, they did not want to cancel the engagement for the time being, so they could only choose the tactic of "procrastination", delaying it for as long as possible, and wait for the right time before making a decision.
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