Four-Armed Divine Emperor

This irony, combined with the cultural traditions of the Zoroastrian people, hits a weak spot.

The Ashtar people do seem to be more "civilized" than the latter in some aspects. Perhaps it is because they are closer to the prosperous areas and can always absorb advanced things faster.

But the warrior's attack did not stop there. He mentioned another point, which was very infuriating.

"You want us to treat your women with respect, right here! Right here!"

His voice suddenly became higher and his eyes widened. Although his movements were still a little uncoordinated, his gaze was fixed on Salem.

"Slave! Have you forgotten how you treated the women of Devon Gale at the same banquet in this very place when you took this city half a year ago?"

The young man shouted angrily and threw the thing in his hand. However, Ansuna, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, threw a fruit that looked like an apple and knocked it down. Otherwise, it would have hit Zeina, but even so, she would still be splashed with wine.

On the other side, Ansuna also explained to Ai'er privately that because of the barbaric conquest habits of the Xerxes - the Zoroastrians, this can be seen from the fact that their envoys are always domineering and arrogant.

They always commit violence and make endless demands on the conquered.

Six months ago, the Battle of the Vol Plain was lost, and the city of Muten changed hands. Many families of the soldiers and local dignitaries in the city did not have time to escape. After the conquerors entered the city and carried out their routine looting, they held a celebration party. At that victorious banquet, which was similar to today's, the Xerxes forcibly captured hundreds of young and beautiful women, as well as the families of local nobles and wealthy merchants who surrendered to accompany them.

If it were just like that, it would just be the victor declaring his authority, but King Adwin personally took the lead and raped the daughter of a local noble he had taken a fancy to on the spot. However, the noble generals did not take it seriously and even cheered for the "prince's prowess in conquering the daughter of his old enemy."

This became the fuse for a heinous group aggression and violence.

Dozens of Derwent Gaelic women were tragically killed in the violence that day, and some committed suicide afterwards.

El frowned after hearing this. He might not be a good person. If he were to be with the beautiful woman on the losing side, the prisoner Princess Zeina, he would also be quite tempted. Because he had tasted the sweetness of the female knight, his desire had been growing day by day and was very strong. However, El could not afford to be careless during the march and battle, so he was able to control himself.

He might have been unable to withstand the test one time and half-heartedly decided to give the princess a try, but this kind of public violence, especially the brutality and brutality that resulted in death, was also considered extremely brutal in Al's eyes.

Salem was choked by the damning accusation and was speechless.

He could have scolded and criticized out of aristocratic decency and royal dignity, but from his point of view, this was a bit too much - he couldn't be so blatant and force double standards when his side was at such a disadvantage, right?

King Xerxes took the lead in violating and abusing the women of the losers at the celebration party; in turn, when the Asta people attacked, they were asked to respect Xerxes' women and pay attention to the dignity of the nobility and royal family.

If he tried to argue, the Derwengaelic people, whose hatred was aroused by the young warrior's words, would probably rush up and beat him up, and then go to the captives to vent their anger and seek revenge.

So Salem had no choice but to shut up, his face ashen, and he still stood in front of Zeina like a loyal guard.

Just when the argument seemed to be ending with a landslide victory for the young man, perhaps because he had drunk too much, or perhaps because the anger had been pent up in his heart for too long and had to be vented.

His gaze suddenly turned and looked at Al.

Next to El who was sitting in the first seat was Ansuna. His drinks were always poured for him by the female knight. He used both hands to turn pages of books and to eat without any delay. In the past few days, he had become very accustomed to the two extra arms. In the eyes of outsiders, once anything was covered with the cloak of "magic" or "mage", it immediately became mysterious and noble. When mortals saw El with four arms when he fell from the sky, they would regard him as some kind of mutant monster. But when they saw "Mage Lord El" eating with four arms, they would only feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.

The power of magic can indeed be used to transform species, bodies, and even souls. Some monster species and even intelligent races on the continent of Tartarus today are said to be able to be traced back to the ancient wizard kings and later the great wizards of the White Tower.

Al just had a pair of arms that looked normal, and he looked quite normal.

"grown ups!"

The young warrior's gaze made Al realize something, and he looked over. The young man shuddered in fear when he saw his gaze, and sobered up a little. This was the extremely noble wizard!

But the fact that he was not fully awake made the young man make a suggestion that was either suicidal or "pleasing to the people".

"You are the most distinguished person here. This war was won only because of you. You deserve the most and best spoils—this woman, the princess of the Xerxes. How about you accept her and let her enjoy the Master Mage's grace?"

He originally wanted to suggest that El follow Adwin's example and give the princess to everyone on the spot to vent their anger, but when the words came to his lips, he restrained himself. El was not just a military commander or a noble leader. He would just scold people for making jokes or saying nonsense, but if a wizard was annoyed by him, no one would think it was wrong to kill him on the spot.

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Although Al thought it was ridiculous, he had to admit that he suddenly found the young warrior pleasing to the eye.

Jane is in my heart, Jane is in my heart!

Chapter 12: Female Knight Riding and Princess Captured

In the room, there were the low moans of men and women, and the strong smell of spring.

After El delivered all the gifts into Ansuna's body, he hugged the princess knight's beautiful body and rested for a while. The two of them savored the afterglow of the fierce battle just now. Then he patted the long legs tightly clamped around his waist, signaling Ansuna to let him go.

Ansuna lay on the bed, panting, a pair of perfectly shaped hemispherical snow-capped peaks trembling slightly. The female knight's body was coated with a greasy luster. She put her hands under her waist and rubbed it. As a high-ranking knight, she was violently pounded by the legendary "fragile" mage in bed and was on the verge of collapse. This made Ansuna deeply suspicious of some "rumors" about the mage.

El got up and took a blanket and wrapped it around his waist to cover the flesh-colored dragon that was still in high spirits. He sat down on the edge of the bed, holding Ansuna's hand without saying a word, and just admired the beautiful body of the female knight.

Ansuna clenched one fist and placed it on her waist, while trying to arch her lower body upwards.

"What are you doing?" Al asked curiously.

"I think I'm pregnant, and to make that happen, I'm going to make sure your seed doesn't go to waste."

Ansuna answered honestly what was in her mind.

El frowned, reached out and pressed gently on the female knight's lower abdomen. There was a slight bulge - this was just caused by El.

But after the female knight said this, he suddenly felt a faint, very tiny, independent connection in his bloodline talent that was easily overlooked if he didn't intentionally perceive it, and it was bound to him.

This weak connection was easily covered by the connection between Ansuna and El through mental infection, which caused El to not notice it before.

"Is it really that strong?"

It seems that it is quite difficult for mages to give birth to offspring, otherwise their long lifespans would be enough for the continent of Tartarus to be filled with their offspring.

Moreover, sages who pursue knowledge and rationality do not have much interest in matters of bloodline reproduction. Some do it for research, while others care about it simply out of interest.

So far, El and Ansuna had sex only once before the expedition, once or twice today... well, probably about ten times in total. El's body showed inhuman characteristics in these aspects, a tongue that could extend, and a terrifying reproductive ability. Apart from being mentally exhausted, El's body hardly felt bored by this.

His ammunition regeneration speed is probably stronger than any other part of his body, and his control over the lance is also very strange, as if it were his own arm. It is not just an iron rod that stands tall and proud, but a dragon that can be soft or hard, long or short, and full of toughness.

This gave him an advantage in the battle with Ansuna. Just relying on this unparalleled spear, he was able to make this proud knight prostrate himself on the ground.

But the fact that the reward of the contract between Ansuna and him was fulfilled so quickly was indeed beyond El's expectations.

Although he had no burden or pressure in this regard, his intuition told him that he would probably have many children in the future. But after all, he was a father for the first time in two worlds, and Al couldn't help but feel some pressure in his heart.

Pressure naturally needs to be released, and Ansuna's front has been filled up...

"Ok?"

Ansuna looked at the man who was on her again, with a hint of confusion in her expression.

Using the power of elemental manipulation, Al began to condense water balls at his fingertips. He patted the female knight's hips and leaned over to whisper in his lover's ear, "In that case, to celebrate, we can try something new."

“Maybe, it will be a little painful…”

.........

The situation at the time was quite complicated, and even the female knight, who had almost completely surrendered to El due to multiple factors, could not hold back her anger and pain. She cursed at him, angrily criticizing the man who had forced himself on her and forced her way through.

It also allowed El to experience the wilder side of Ansuna.

The price he paid was several deep scratches on his chest, back, and arms. Fortunately, Al's recovery ability was far superior to that of ordinary people. With a little covering, they would disappear after a while.

After arranging a maid to take close care of Ansuna, who had some mobility difficulties, El began to deal with the situation in Muten City.

It was not known whether it was out of revenge to cause trouble for El or out of consideration for the overall situation, but afterwards, Ansuna, lying on the bed, asked El to take over the affairs of the expeditionary force, and El readily agreed.

He actually apologized to Ansuna afterwards and was willing to stay with her for the whole day without doing anything. However, the annoyed Ansuna drove him away to do business, but after this incident, their relationship became even more "intimate".

This does not mention the fact that Ansuna lay in bed for most of the day and missed all the events on the first day after the war.

Now the supreme power of this expeditionary force of 4,000 people and a city of tens of thousands of people is under the management of El. El has found two adjutants from the government. Many generals and officers were drunk at yesterday's banquet, but the main military commander was not. Blaio - the Devon Gaelic people are still very disciplined in this regard.

So there is a strange phenomenon when they celebrate drinking:

At the beginning, everyone can have fun and drink as much as they want, and they may even hope to fall down first. Then, once the number of people who are obviously drunk increases, the rest of the people will rationally stop drinking and watch these drunks enjoy themselves, so as to avoid the situation where the leadership collectively loses connection and is wiped out.

After a brief discussion, the lieutenants summarized the current situation and presented it to Al, offering some suggestions. Al adopted all that he considered feasible, and the conversation shifted to one, or perhaps two, crucial issues:

What should be done with Xerxes’ captives in the city?

And the next strategic arrangements, such as whether to continue to attack the Xerxes. After Mu Teng was taken, he basically controlled the Wall Plain, and to the east were some border territories of little significance.

They are all mountain settlements with tough folk and large numbers. They are like weeds that cannot be burned out by fire and grow again when the wind blows. There are also some orc tribes mixed in.

Crossing here is a huge challenge to the army's logistics, because no one knows what these barbaric mountain people who have been cut off from their territory for nearly a year think of their old boss, the Devon Gaels, who have returned to fight back. In fact, they are not really their old boss.

Even before the fall, it is hard to say that the population of this border area obeys the central government and is obedient. In history, this place has been occupied back and forth by the forces of the eastern and western countries several times, and has changed hands repeatedly, but neither the Xerxes nor the Bleios have ever formed an effective rule here. At most, they sent some tax officials to collect some local specialties as a demonstration of their ruling power.

If you are too greedy, you might even have your head chopped off by the rebellious tribesmen and dried to make tools. If you send troops to attack these people, you should either immediately escape into the mountains or simply turn to the other side to ask for reinforcements.

The most crucial thing is that their numbers are not small and their combat effectiveness is not weak. With the two armies confronting each other here, they can also be regarded as a third-party force.

Sometimes a coalition would be formed, and there could be tens of thousands of people rushing in. Although the productivity technology was very backward, this was a fantasy world, and the mountain people had strong physical fitness and could tame monsters to help them fight. Although they were wearing animal skins and holding wood and stones, they could also charge around on the battlefield and rip open the enemy's stomach.

It is an independent loose faction.

The 4,000-strong expeditionary force, with their high morale after the great victory and the help of mages, would not be afraid if the mountain people gathered a large army to defeat them. The difficulty would be if they were determined to fight the Xerxes and each of them would hide in the mountains, hills, woodlands and other complex terrains to protect themselves. If Ai'er attacked them one by one, even if he couldn't defeat a few, the Xerxes would still be able to come over even if they were not blind or deaf.

If we leave them alone and attack King Adwin's homeland... it would be tantamount to suicide.

They only need to harass the Devangel army when it passes by and then block their retreat. Only a small number of these more than 4,000 elite soldiers will be able to escape from the attack from both sides.

As soon as Al heard this, he felt that it was troublesome. Maybe he could conquer a mountain fortress by just showing up and releasing a fireball, but there were at least five hundred such settlements of all sizes in this border area, if not nearly a thousand.

He thought about it, and then, with the mentality of giving it a try, he asked an adjutant to send some men to the border under a flag to see the local attitude towards the Devon Gaels.

If there are those who are inclined to support it, we can try to get them to move inland. Unless Devangel always maintains the upper hand over the Western Prince Adwin, the tug-of-war between the two sides here is destined to be in a state of repeated change of hands for a long time.

And according to Al's understanding, there are really not many so-called "mountain peoples" who really hide in the mountains.

There may indeed be factors such as seeking refuge and escaping, but isn’t the ultimate reason that they cannot grab the land, and even if they do grab it, they cannot hold on to the better and fatter land?

Although Al has the characteristics of a very evil Paradox player, in his eyes, human resources are not only consumables but also high-quality resources and development opportunities, especially in this sparsely populated area of ​​Thurso.

In order to win him over, the old patriarch allocated him a "fiefdom" of 30,000 people, which immediately accounted for one-seventh of the population of Devon Gael. The number of "border people" in the eastern land was only more, and because of the long-term division and continuous external threats, their desire to reproduce was only higher than that of the Devon Gael people who had no worries about food and clothing. If population statistics could be taken, the number of so-called "border people" might even exceed the population of the Devon Gael directly under its jurisdiction.

According to Al's observation, even the fertile plain under their feet has not reached its upper limit in terms of carrying capacity. With cultivation and development, it can accommodate another 70,000 to 80,000 people. Apart from the discipline issues, the border people are all high-quality sources of soldiers.

The two old enemies have been confronting each other for so many years, but there has been no effective use of this land. The most they have done is to pay money to hire mountain people to fight, or to collect some taxes.

Ai'er was not very interested in actively attacking the Xerxes. He was not ready yet. Although he defeated Muten in one battle and took down the local garrison, he did not know the enemy's true strength or the mage with whom he had not yet officially fought.

El's original plan was to provoke a war to make his position very important, and at the same time help Devangel so that they can taste the sweetness. After that, whether to turn around and support Ansuna to control the family, develop the territory, or clash with the Xerxes are all options.

But he did not have much ambition at the moment. He only wanted to capture the capital and arrest the king to bring him to justice.

It was originally the style of Emperor Taizu of Song: falsely spreading enemy information, obtaining military power, and wearing the yellow robe.

This matter was arranged, and Al turned his attention to the first task:

Regarding the treatment of Xerxes' captives.

The adjutant had two main suggestions. One was to kill one to warn the hundred, and impose a punishment of ten lashes and fifteen lashes as a punishment, to intimidate the enemy at the same time, and then exchange it for a ransom; or to kill one to warn the hundred, and severely impose a punishment of ten lashes and fifteen lashes on them, and then take them all back to the territory to do slave labor for a period of time, and then see if they can be exchanged for a ransom.

To which Al responded: "That's barbaric! And what's the difference between the two?"

His own arrangement for this is:

"Mobilize the entire city! Hold a public trial! Pick out all those in the garrison who have committed blood debts and evil deeds. Execute the most heinous crimes! Punish those who are not punishable by death! Tell the public everything they have done. We are enforcing justice for them! We will bring them justice!"

"We'll take the rest back and hold a triumphal celebration. Then we'll see if Xerxes reacts to war or peace, and then make further plans."

El also thought of a point and said, "We can identify some easy-to-control targets among them, find a way to dig them out, create some leverage over them, and then beat them back to act as our accomplices."

The adjutants all expressed no objection to this, but there was one point that they had some slight complaints about.

Al said that people can speak freely and not worry too much about marching and fighting.

The adjutant said:

They had already conducted some review work and had a rough estimate. If Al wanted to hold a public trial, according to local law, more than half of these prisoners might have to be killed. It would be better to punish them by drawing one out of ten and one out of five.

Ai'er responded that I underestimated the military discipline of the Xerxes.

But the public trial still has to be held, and it has to be done properly, so that the people can vent their anger. To put it more darkly, this is also the fastest way to make this city that once surrendered to the enemy belong to Devon Gail again.

Muten, who held the public trial, would be separated from the Xerxes, and they would certainly side with Devangel.

There is one more proposal on the subject of prisoners.

That is, how to deal with the few prisoners of war with noble status, such as the commander of the Salem Legion, and the powerful people of Xerxes... Of course, the most important one here is King Adwin's favorite concubine, the stunning beauty, the prisoner, Zeina Sarati, who still doesn't know why she came to the battlefield and seems to know the truth even after being tortured by the great memory recovery technique.

Al thought for a while and decided to go and meet him.

After all, this was the first "noble" prisoner he captured in the Il world, so it would be unreasonable not to make good use of him.

Chapter 13: Zeina

As a captive with a special status, even though she was already a prisoner, Zeina Sarati received a certain degree of preferential treatment in the city of Muten after the change of ownership.

The warriors of Devingale might sometimes, such as at the banquet, retaliate against the even more inhumane Xerxes by humiliating King Adwin's wife, but in normal times, no matter how much they despised their alien enemy, they would give a royal noble the treatment he deserved.

The adjutant secretly complained to Al about this, complaining about the barbaric habits of the Xerxes.