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Chapter 302:The Horn of the Decisive Battle

In the palace hall of the royal capital of Yongdong, the fire of the fireplace has burned.

Compared with the four-season gray castle, the summer here is particularly short, and autumn is more like the warning of the coming of the cold, and even too late to change to a thin short coat, the cold wind will quietly come again.

Garcia Wimbledon, in a fox coat, sat on the throne, listening to the complaints and demands of the nobles.

She did not like the royal palace, the pillars, the four walls and the floor were all made of snow-white stone, each polished smooth and bright, and looked like a solid ice.Despite adding two velvet cushions to the seat, she could still feel the bone-chilling chill emanating from the cold iron chair.

The damn house was like an ice base, she thought displeasure.Until the situation is stable, the first thing to do is to smash all the walls of the ground and resurface it with a black-brown granite.

“Your Majesty, I hope you will get justice for me!”

A nobleman was crying in his face.

This guy said a lot of things before Rory, in fact, a few words can be made clear.After the church occupied the royal capital, it conducted a public trial of some evil nobles, presided over Bishop Heather.Most of them went to the gallows, and this guy was lucky enough to only be fined for confiscating property and distributing it equally to the civilian victims.

"I can understand your request that private property must not be plundered," said Garcia, musing for a moment, slowly, "but the exact number is difficult to define.In this way, if you can provide a financial statement for the past five years, I can draw you a portion of the compensation from the seizure on average.”

“But the mob ransacked my house, and I’m afraid these records...”

“I can only compensate by the title of honour in accordance with the notice issued.”Garcia interrupted, “Look around you, they are all ransacked nobles, and if you had supplied more, the others would have one less.”What do you say?”

“Yes, who knows if the number of yours is true!”

"What you say, Sir Haroon, the golden dragons don't belong to you."

"It is good to have your share, look at your companions, they can only go to heaven to seek compensation from God."

Seeing the nobles around him glaring at themselves, he had to flinch and bow down, "Then give it to your standards, thank you for your kindness, your majesty."

"Very well," said Garcia with a slight smile, "next."

"Hail to you, sire," said a white-haired old man, walking out of the crowd, and caressing his chest with the silver egret's coat of arms glittered.

"Marquis de Bod, I remember that your territory was not attacked by church thugs."

“Yes,” he answered, nod, “it’s not that they don’t want to, it’s not that they can’t... It’s easy to defend the snow, and my knights blocked the mob’s invasion.”But my child was not so lucky, he was on duty in the palace on the day of the riot, in order to protect the former queen, he was not only killed by the believers, but also the body was hung on the city gate.It was not until you reached the eternal winter that he was freed from humiliation.”

"What a sad story," sighed Garcia, with a sad expression, "so what do you need me to do?"

“The man who killed him was called the butcher, and now he was the leader of the remaining rebels.This group of people is hiding in the mountains of the north, and I want to avenge my children.”The Marquis spoke calmly.

“But my men are not very strong, and on weekdays, in addition to patrolling, guarding the walls and granaries, it is difficult to separate people from the mountains and mountains to find so many exiled thugs.”She shook her head and expressed regret, "and once it is winter, when the snow covers the mountains, they have no supplies, sooner or later they will freeze to death in it, why should you hurry for a while."

"Only the hand-blade murderer can give me peace, your majesty."I don’t have to bother you to send samurai to search for rebels.There are many natural caves at the foot of the mountain, and they must be hiding there.But most of the entrances to the caverns are so narrow that if they are sealed with rubble, it is difficult for even the knights to enter them. I hope you will provide me with the kind of alchemy that can blow up the gates, and the rest of them will do it myself.”

Do you want snow powder?Garcia frowned, this thing has a powerful power, is enough to change the war situation killer, absolutely can not spread out.

She just wanted to refuse, and the other said, "If you can grant my request, I am willing to return to the court to serve you, and the Silver Heron family will fully support you in the kingdom of eternal winter."

This sentence made Jiaxia a little, and when the church executed the queen, it also killed a number of heavy subjects.The Marquis of Bodde is famous here, and if he can be appointed as the former Prime Minister and gather the remaining nobles together, he can make up for the difficulties of administrative operation to a certain extent.

“This request is not excessive,” she thought for a moment, and finally made a decision, “but I can’t give you the alchemy gunpowder directly, and when you need it, I will send a dedicated alchemist to help you blow up the hole.”

...

At the end of the court, Garcia returned to the back room, and Farion came forward and handed her a cup of hot cider, "Hard work, your majesty, the nobles have all fallen to you."In this way, even if you don't rely on the wolf king, you can slowly swallow the whole kingdom of Yongwinter."

“If there is no church,” the Queen shrugged.

The Church's disenfranchisement of the aristocracy pushed them all to their side, and with the support of this group, coupled with the great weakening of the realists in the past, it was not difficult to gain a foothold in the king.However, there is still a long way to go to control the eternal winter, and the people here are greatly affected by the church, and the black sail fighters she sent to sweep the churches of several other large cities were attacked by civilians and believers.It is therefore extremely important to form an alliance with Wolves, not only to resist the Church together, but also to weaken its influence by conveying the population.

As for the wicked civilians, it is good to kill them all.

"Yes, the wolf king sent a letter to you," Farion found an envelope from his arms, "because I did not disturb you when you were dealing with government affairs."

Garcia opened the envelope, opened the letter paper, and the look was heavy.

“Is that bad news?”

“The Church is sending troops again,” she said, “and they are heading from the road to Wolves, and they have broken through several temporary lines of defense.”

“What?”Farion looked at the disbelief, “The demonic moon is coming, are they going to ignore the new holy city?”

Garcia sat back at her desk, frying in thought.

The church could never rest, but she didn’t expect the other party to come so quickly.If you wait until the next spring to fight again, her preparation will be sufficient, the enemy will not want to give himself a respite if he waits for help from the wolf king, once the wolf heart kingdom is destroyed, he will not last long.

But it’s also an opportunity.

If the army of the church can be destroyed in the city of the wolf, and when the evil beast invades Helmes in a large way, the enemy will face a disaster of destruction.

They may send more divine punishments, but she also has powerful weapons such as snow powder, and the difficult-to-exterise black water of the Stygian River, the powder of evil fire, and the towering walls of Wolfheart City must consume a lot of vitality on the other side.

Thinking of this, Garcia began, "to pass my orders, and prepare the Black Sailing Warriors to go!"This year, we will spend the winter in Wolfheart City.”(Not completed.Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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