My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 228: Above Hunting

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On the other hand, the Romanian battleground had been closed, the regular meeting of governors had been mediated, and Nero had given assurances that, after next autumn's harvest, Romania would embark on a second large-scale invasion of Carthage, by which time all Carthage would be slaughtered one by one, a promise that Nero had made, and that she would not want any land or wealth in Carthage province.

The agreement was thus reached.

Nero understands that these governors, many of them from the side of the family, are in Carthage, and then they are captured, and then they start to make a scene, thanks to them, but they don't make a scene. It's just that they keep screaming in the book, and that's really why the Western Front Corps can keep it steady like Tarzan, otherwise it would have already been broken bamboo by Carthage?

But they're just not insiders, they pay, they give food, they give weapons, they don't have any fighters, they're just happy that Nero's not moving.

She sighed softly, and the 10-day meeting exhausted her class.

“Livelou?” She gently wrote two letters on Camelot paper, "a very intelligent and astute child, if you grind it a little, you can use it a lot, do you want to get it around?” There are too few people around her.

The sudden death of his father, the fighting and killing between his brothers and sisters, and the fact that the Governors were ready to take control of His Majesty's dynamics by inserting them into the centre, the glorious throne of the Emperor seemed so hot as sitting on a burnt iron plate.

Once again, Nero couldn't help but get up jealous of that stinking girl who didn't know anything. She had the same look as herself, but she was absolutely no better than her stinking body. How could she be different? She's been assisted by such a brilliant sage since she came to power? And you're tired of running so hard?

Her anger was unspeakable, but her mind was spinning fast. Some of these governors were loyal and powerful emperors. After all, there were loyal princes who had passed on for so many years.

But most of these people are old-fashioned, old-fashioned people who can't easily get into the center to help her.

Others are new-generation heirs of nobility and governors.

These people only care about their own interests and do not see the Emperor's authority in their eyes. Of course, she chopped all the men who appeared to defy the Emperor's authority.

But God knows how many guys in her tummy don't like her exist.

And so it became very difficult to control.

“Dracula_van_Hessin.” A young nobleman who seems loyal to himself and, more importantly, very capable, well, if good, what about him?

Nero thought, the pen in his hand lit the white paper and slowly dyed it black.

As if something had been considered, she stood up.

On that day, Liveru received an invitation before he left, while Dracula_van_Hessin received a mediation order.

“Liv, what is that?” Once NO3, Duff of Steel shook his tail around his master like a thick, lovely dog, but his head didn't make him ask.

“Nothing, it's just a boring thing," she casually dropped the invitation. If she couldn't tell what Nero was trying to do at her 200 years of age, that would be so stupid. But power, status, these things mean nothing to her.

Instead, such a high-profile entrance into the centre would make her visible, and her confusion of age would be amplified indefinitely, and she would then appear unreservedly in the sight of the Romans.

No matter how she chose, she dropped the invitation and Duff went home together.

And the dark hair on the other side with the waves, the low voice and the magnetic man was very polite in accepting the order.

[Order Dracula_van_Hessin to become the leader of the Albanian Legion, effective today, and leave now!

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He knelt on one knee and remained steady on his face, but his heart was moved, because the Albanian army was an important army against Macedonia, numbering 120,000, all elite, in other words, Nero had given him the gate of the Eastern Line of Defense, and he had everything in his hands for the rest of her life, and if he was to let the Macedonian army in, it would be truly irreversible.

This is the means of the superior, not only to buy hearts and minds, but also to sharpen young talents. When he sharpens them, she does not mind that his rights once again turn him into a stronger general. She needs help, and there are very few people who can help her, only speculation.

Dracula proved to be reliable, and Nero was right.

Just as Han Wudi is willing to train a Huo Dynasty with 150,000 Border Guard troops, he doesn't mind the death of 150,000 Border Guard troops in exchange for a General Shang Zhu who can guarantee that the Han Dynasty will not waver for the next seventy years, but Huo Dynasty's premature death is truly a great regret.

And Nero is now, and she is willing to trade 100,000 men from the Western Legion for a successful military marshal, and if he is successfully honed out in the next two years, then a military talent comparable to Kerall, King Alexander of Macedonia, will have Romania, supplemented by Romania's enormous resources, which she can't help but think about.

If she truly succeeds in this step, then the big match between Kerall and Alexander is unknown!

The world is going to get better and better!

But just as Nero was expecting it, her favorite genius, "The Girl", was in trouble.

Her chauffeur and servant, the escort, had been slaughtered, and a circle of blood surrounded the horse, making the horse a little restless.

“Oh, since when does the sword learn to kill ordinary people?” She is still in the abyss, instead of being surprised or scared by these swords that are surrounded by a circle, it's just amusing in her mouth, but the scene is really too weird, a circle of swords, just a few weak demons, even if she is not in front of her, it's hard to sense, and more troublesome whether it is demons, swords, awakeners, in the struggle to capture each other by demons, since the other's demons are so little, then she doesn't have so many eyes, so many tentacles she will be confined to a fair standard, Division's new product? Are you here for the experiment?

But how can you treat yourself with so little demon power?

Her heart mocked her and slowly relaxed her guard.

“Eh, is that what the abyss is called? I'm suddenly not worried about Claire anymore.” The big wave of blonde hair headed by a smile, a proud, mixed smile of absolute confidence.

The alarm suddenly appeared unbearable. She just came in and called out: “Duff, little...”

The words of the heart have not yet been exported, and a strong sword storm swept over, an unparalleled outbreak of demonic power, like a storm, and then the calm grew after the storm.

And Big Duff just opened his mouth and his whole head fell off, and he couldn't even transform.

“First Gen Sword No. 3, that's the level, but you want to come to Islam's level of combat, Cassandra's level? Well." She smiled lightly and spoke to herself, and the swords nearby had looked at her with admiration, and the demonic power that had just erupted far beyond the abyss.

In other words, 100 percent of ordinary warriors have a higher level of demonic power.

But with her brilliant experience and perception of demonic power, she exploded 50 percent of her demonic power in a flash, and then returned less than zero points a flash.

Too powerful! Incredibly powerful!

She's Denisa! Absolute power brings a shivering silence to Cesar.

Livelou, who was supposed to be angry because her lover was killed, did not do so because, as an abyss, she knew exactly how powerful her fighting was.

That's the difference between heaven and earth.

She maintains herself at the level of an ordinary person, but I'm sure the demon flesh and blood have been completely absorbed for her strength, and the irritability and demonic consciousness inside can't affect her at all?

For the first time, for the first time in 200 years, we saw such a gifted sword, leading it to a new top, the absolute height of another species.

So... horrible!

Livelou couldn't even breed a defiant mind, and the blow just left her forever in her mind, be it horror, power, amazement or fear.

Dinesha, who completely defeated Livelou's will to fight, looked up to the West, where she missed someone, wondering how he was? I just want Inélie to keep an eye on it.

She was incredibly powerful, but Cassandra was caught up in a tough fight.

If Cassandra is just beneath the abyss, then South Cat's teeth are definitely dangerous.

But Cassandra is not alone!

Kerall led Camelot in progress, the Red Leaf Guardian in progress, the Knights, and the Great Swords, were dramatically crossed by Kerall's timeless footsteps.

Sword arrays, for example.

Orderly, attacking and defensive, doing their job, plus the special characteristics of the Great Sword girls themselves.

If you add the fighting power and Cassandra, the cat is no match...

The hunt on top of the battle is starting.

The only thing South Cat can do is rely on the vast demonic energy of the abyss to barely support the recovery of its injured parts, but how long can this war of attrition stalemate last?

It won't be long!

Who wins these two groups?

This will be left to Kerall's discretion.

And while Keiral had little personality appeal to the Rangers, for the Great Sword, he was an accurate one, moving slowly to the north with just back Ofelia, Keiral and Hero.

Battle of the North, close at hand! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)