Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Chapter 531 : Attila

Constantinople Senate

Under the marble dome, a group of high-ranking officials and dignitaries dressed in Chinese robes gathered in a house with a purple eagle flag, and there was a fierce quarrel.

“Are you guys crazy? Go to Alexandria, Egypt, and assassinate the warchief of the tribe?! We finally concluded a peace contract with the monsters in the north, but you have to forcibly tear up this hard-won peace! Imperial Light! It is to rebuild the eastern defense line against Sassanid Persia. We have to invest more than half of the warband and financial resources. We simply do not have enough manpower and material resources to open up a second battlefield with the emerging behemoth in the north! Shocking, just bullshit!!! ”

The veteran of the Ministry of Finance angrily hammered the table in front of him, his angry beard trembling slightly.

“It is because of such a terrifying behemoth across the north of the empire that we should find a way to dismember and destroy it! Solving the problem from the source, instead of sitting here and praying, those looting nomads really won’t step on it. Go to our country for half a minute!

The monsters launched an invasion last time, crushing a quarter of the villages and small towns in Cappadocia province, and plundering them in Trabzonspor. The loss of population and property is almost impossible to estimate. The next invasion will be burned to ruins. Where will it be? ”

Alpharis said very hard.

“Painhurs is indeed extremely powerful, but he has no heirs! This is a fatal problem for the tribe. As long as the white horse dies, the entire tribe, with so many races, will inevitably be like a hyena that smells carrion, competing for the chief at all costs. The place!

Look at his generals! Bleda, Lord of Hoarfrost, Christina, the original owner of Bloodfury, Leonardo, the green-skinned WARBOSS beast, Asana, the Supreme King of Palace, and San Giles, the Angel of Death. These are all heroes. It is simply a replica of Alexander the Great’s successors such as Antioch, Ptolemy, Seleucid, Cassander, and Lisimachus! I don’t believe that without Painhurs’ suppression, these heroes can still be in harmony as before, and the replica of the Successor War will inevitably be re-launched in the north!

As long as we succeed in getting rid of the pale horse, the behemoth in the north, called the tribe, must weaken and split within a few years: a chaotic, weak north is in the true interests of the empire. We don’t even need to initiate a war. What he did was just an assassination. ”

“What if you fail? How do you take this responsibility if you fail? The angry tribal chieftain. Return to the Terror Fort and bring his mighty monster army to invade the empire. Who will stop then?

Even if you succeed, in case the team elected a second warchief in a short time, he suppressed the riots, and in order to divert the internal conflicts of the country, he poured his anger and soldiers on the empire, and brought the army to the empire. What about the Danube? ”

The veteran of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said worriedly. The frightened pupils wandered and wandered uneasy inside the eye sockets.

“The first question, as long as our manufacturing plan is sufficiently detailed and the assassin sent is strong enough, there will be no problem of the other party’s escape. The White Horse, when he first fought with Alaric, he suffered a defeat and wounded both sides. It’s not invincible. Cappadocia’s defeat and retreat were just because I didn’t fight an unprepared battle—he was suddenly elevated to a champion of the gods by some unknown **** at that time, even something more terrifying. ”

Commander Peturabo touched his smooth head and said lightly.

“Well, that’s right.”

Alpharis also scratched his bald head lightly.

“If you are worried that the tribe has not divided because of the hatred of the empire, and reunited together-we, Alpharis, will solve this problem at all costs.”

The veterans of the Ministry of Finance who disagreed recalculated and found that the plan was indeed very cost-effective, so they kept silent.

The veterans of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, in front of the other party’s perfect method, were also choked and speechless, sighed, and stopped speaking.

“well.”

After the quarrel subsided, the imperial regent and marshal of the Forbidden Army gave a final word.

“Peturabo, go and mobilize all the soldiers you think are suitable. The other party may not stay in Alexandria for too long.”

“Your will!”

The commander, who had always been vigorous and resolute, immediately left the sacred hall of the Senate and began to collect the assassination personnel.

Most battle group leaders have their own tasks, and there is no way to leave the station easily. And many people are too far away from Egypt to reach Alexandria in a short time, so they have to be ruled out.

Look at it this way, the main force involved in this plan must be the drow mother and her drow elite.

“Near, near.”

Petura thought about it, and suddenly found a new candidate: the governor of the two provinces of Syria and Palestine, the purple-gold phoenix, and Forgeum.

This guy is worse than himself now. He was so sharp that he was promoted and demoted, and the lord of the dignified legion directly became the governor of the province. All his soldiers were out of his control. He is now in Palestine, but in the magnificent mansion of the governor at a young age. The old-age life with drunken lives and dreams.

He, Forgrim, the red ancient dragon Angron, not counted as the people of the drow mother, the number of legends has reached the terrifying three. Egypt can at least provide four legends. Even if the two little girls next to Painhurs are also hidden legendary powerhouses, what can they do?

In any case, Seven Legends fights Three Legends, the advantage is in me!

Peturabo took out six spell books that were thicker than bricks, read and inquired, fought side by side with each other, and met again. No one knows white horses better than the Lord of Steel. He specifically aimed at that. The weakness of the monster, a series of new spells are being prepared…

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Under the tide of the Eastern Roman Empire, Peinhes, who didn’t know it, held Ning in one hand and Honoria in the other, admiring the magnificent face of Alexander’s Mausoleum by virtue of his height advantage in a sea of ​​many tourists.

“The great fortune of the empire. Fortunately, when he died, that huge empire spanning three continents suddenly collapsed. Otherwise, when the Roman ancestors expanded, they would inevitably have a tough battle with him, and even risk their destruction.”

Honoria said generously. She is sitting on the strong arms of the white horse now, her dark purple eyes can look straight at Painhurs’ golden pupils.

“Speaking of, Mr. Robber, you guys have also produced a great character. It took Alexander the Great a few years to unite the tribes and build an unprecedented huge empire. There is a man and a horse, and it took a short time. In just a few years, a behemoth entrenched in the north was created.

Inside the empire, some crazy scholars even think that he is the reincarnation of Alexander, the second terrifying conqueror of the Europa world. Of course, people also think that his empire will fall apart after his death because he has no heirs. . ”

“Ha! Your people are really good at talking. I wish I died sooner.”

Faced with the suspicion of the eldest princess, Peinhstein confessed his identity.

“Yes, I’m Warchief Painhurs. You were smart before. In order to survive, you didn’t dare to guess my identity, and even swore to hide everything from the gods. Why do you dare now?”

Honoria smiled charmingly, her immature face sunken into two shallow dimples.

“I will not say.”

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Painhurs is now anxious to gather the objects for forging the longbow, and is too lazy to fight some puzzles with the princess, so he is ready to go back to the hotel, by the way, in the trade zone, buy some drow woven silk for Honoria Clothing, she is not used to nomadic fur. By the way, she spent a lot of money on a white dragon carpet.

This soft white dragon skin is stitched with black thread and full of dragon scale patterns. It looks mighty and domineering, while the skin is stuffed with Egyptian cotton. The feeling of lying on it is much more comfortable than wool. After he put this dragon skin on the wooden planks of the hotel and lay on it comfortably, Honoria also lost her nomadic attire. The scarlet robe sets off her fair skin even more delicately.

“The Romans see you as the **** of punishment descending on the material plane, the most terrifying divine punishment. The Persians think you are selected by the devil, the new king of kings. Monsters crawling under your feet, the name of worship You are the warchief. And those Visigoths who fled to the empire fearfully said: Peinhes of the Bloodrage clan is the second terrorist war commander in the history of Europa.”

The dignified and elegant Princess of West Rome: Honoria slowly opened a pair of slender and **** legs, gently twisted her slender waist, and walked gracefully and arrogantly to the front of the half-man and half-horse. The alluring ketone body that swells the blood is looming within the silk long skirt with weak cicada wings.

“But the surnames of such great men are so ordinary. Painhurs? This name is really ordinary.”

“The name is just a code name. Dear Roman princess.” The pale white horse lying on the huge white dragon leather said lightly. A pair of bright and magnificent golden vertical pupils full of bloodshot eyes, filled with the cold killing intent that makes everything tremble.

“My name is more ordinary in the Muzu language-his meaning is [pale horse], the word Painhurs, just for the convenience of communication, the product of transliteration into lingua franca-Her Royal Highness Honoria, You have to understand. I rule many clans. Common language is the best way to communicate.”

“It turned out to be like this.” Honoria’s dignified and beautiful face bloomed with a formulaic smile and spoke a fluent Mu language. “So, Pale Horse, do you want to know your Mu name, translated into Latin, and what is it?”

“Let’s talk about it?” Pain Heston became interested. From the skin of the white dragon, he straightened up his tall and burly human body, wanting to see what his name would look like after it was converted into Latin. .

“Let me think about it.” Honoria’s frowning brow slowly stretched out after thinking for a while. The small and seductive vermilion lips slowly pronounced a terrifying vocabulary that was horrified by another pale white horse.

“Attila, your Muzu name, converted to Latin is A-t-t-i-l-a, Attila.”

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