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"Slavs are like this. They can't control their beast power during infancy, so it changes randomly. However, leopards, wolves, and even birds of prey usually give birth to live young. They don't lay eggs. This kind of egg-laying is quite rare. But congratulations, it's a very healthy baby."

Mariana, who was also a Slav, breathed a sigh of relief and explained to Aenarion. Aenarion, holding his first child, did not know how to express his emotions for a moment, but just gently stroked and teased him, and comforted Queen Mother Osman, who was sweating all over and almost exhausted from pregnancy, and took good care of the mother and child.

As for the name - Aenarion looked at the little guy covered in purple and gold and named him Thranduil Angelos.

The news that Queen Mother Mara gave birth to a son quickly spread throughout the Greek world. When King Durad Brankovic of Serbia heard that he had a grandson, who looked half-elf but could actually transform into Yutyrannosaurus, the ancestor of the Serbian king, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He was 77 years old this year, but he still dragged his old and frail body and ran all the way from Serbia to Athens in person to see his weak daughter and grandson after giving birth.

Aenarion received the old king with the highest courtesy. His hair and beard were all white, and his skin was wrinkled like tree bark, but he was in high spirits and very strong. If it were not for his gray hair and beard, he would not look like a 77-year-old man, but more like a strong man in his forties or fifties.

He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling while holding his grandson. After finally putting him down, he looked at his daughter who was lying on the bed with a weak face, to make sure if she was healthy.

"Aenarion, could you please ask your men to leave? I have something to say to you and your wife alone."

After confirming that his daughter was safe, the King of Serbia winked and ordered his followers to leave. Aenarion waved his hand and asked his men to leave first.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

Aenarion asked doubtfully.

"Serbia, there is a big problem."

Durad Brankovic was a little crazy and couldn't even laugh when looking at his newborn grandson.

"I have four children in total, and each of them has their own tasks. My eldest daughter, Klax, has the best talent and is the best fighter among her brothers and sisters, so as a blood tax, I handed her over to the Ottoman Empire to become a Janissary. Later, she lived up to everyone's expectations and even became the commander of the 19th Legion.

The youngest daughter, Mara, married the Ottoman Sultan as a princess, and then after the Sultan died, she married you.

The second son is reckless and warlike, so I train him as a cavalry general and a vanguard. As for the eldest son, after confirming his cultural talent, I train him as the heir to the throne. I hope he can inherit the Serbian throne, and his younger brother will assist him as a general. The two brothers, one civil and one military, are very harmonious."

The King of Serbia sighed and spoke with great difficulty.

"But the collapse of the Ottoman Empire changed everything I had planned for my children! Klax returned to Serbia with an entire 19th Legion, eyeing my throne. An entire legion of Janissaries only obeyed her orders, while the Minister of the Army at home still followed my arrangements and listened to my two children. The entire Serbian Kingdom was almost torn into two factions, and the problem became more serious as I got older. Now the question is, who should I give the Serbian throne to?"

Chapter 335: The Awakened Viper

Aenarion's brain was thinking rapidly. Why was he asking himself this? Even if he was his son-in-law, he was still an outsider, and the war commander of the Eastern Roman Empire. How could he ask other ministers about such an extremely important and private question as choosing a successor?

Durad is seventy-seven years old and has been in charge of Serbia for nearly thirty years. Relying on the support of the Ottoman Empire, he has managed to make his kingdom prosperous. This kind of person is definitely not an idiot. So when he asked himself this question, there must be some hidden purpose.

Aenarion thought for a moment, then gave a respectable answer.

“As a Roman warlord, I should not interfere in the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Serbia. However, Your Majesty must decide who will be the next king as soon as possible and immediately begin to weaken the power of the other side and make proper arrangements for him - either learn from the Ottoman Empire to massacre your heirs, or ensure that even after your death, your children who cannot inherit the throne will have a decent life even though they have no power and will not be massacred or liquidated by another child who inherits the throne.

While cutting off the hands and feet, leave enough escape routes to prevent being completely forced into a counterattack.

Only in this way can Serbia avoid disintegration. Otherwise, the current conflict between uncle and nephew in the Timurid Empire is a lesson for us. If you are short of troops and money, the Roman Empire will always be your friend. "

Durad Brankovic nodded thoughtfully in agreement, and after spending a few days in Athens with his daughter and grandson, he returned to Serbia. No one knew who he chose in the end.

Aenarion led the Second Legion, the Varangians, to Crimea, and continued to recruit giants like the Russians and Vikings, who were two to three meters tall, to join the army. He trained the army like crazy, equipping everyone with chain mail, giant axes, and heavy matchlocks, so that they could

They were also accustomed to chopping people with huge axes and shooting with matchlock guns; they fought on land and on dragon boats, and knew how to sail on dry land when necessary, maximizing their mobility and turning the Second Varyag Army into an amphibious special army.

By March 1454, the strength of this new legion had stabilized at six battalions and 3 men. Although it did not have as many level eight and masters as a Janissary Corps, all its members were at level four, and its grassroots strength was exactly the same as that of the Janissary Corps during the Ottoman period.

These soldiers were not only well-trained in physical strength, but also had advanced ideology and culture. The Eastern Roman officers constantly taught them Roman writing and history.

Their greed was not only inspired by the military merit system that could make them rich and noble by killing enemies on the battlefield, but also by an extremely grand dream: they could earn so much money by fighting in peacetime, and even become nobles by killing people. If we really followed Aenarion and rebuilt the former huge and magnificent Roman Empire with the Mediterranean as its inland sea - or to put it more recently, rebuild the Eastern Roman Empire with Greece and Asia Minor as its core, then how rich and powerful would everyone be as a senator and the first meritorious service? ! Isn't this much better than looting in Eastern Europe!

Even our faces and names will be engraved on a memorial column, standing in the square of Constantinople! Our names will be remembered by all future generations! Our reputation will last forever!

And the most important thing is that the warmaster we follow may actually be able to accomplish this goal!!!

The warm spring breeze in March blew away the chill of severe winter. The gentle sunshine melted the snow on the treetops and thawed the frozen rivers. Black bears came out of their hibernation nests, and small snakes crawled out of the darkness underground. The Queen of Bulgaria, the largest Gorgon in the Greek world, also opened her cold iron-gray vertical pupils and ruthlessly scanned her dark palace, ending her long hibernation.

Afterwards, the Bulgarian Kingdom's political affairs and news that had accumulated over the winter completely overwhelmed Firus like an avalanche. She blinked in confusion and was unable to recover for a while. Oh my god, what happened?

Philus struggled in the ocean of documents. As the Queen of Bulgaria, she naturally had to fulfill her obligations as a queen. She was forced to work urgently to restart the Bulgarian government that had been paralyzed for a whole winter and set up a team to deal with the government's operation problems during her hibernation. After she had dealt with everything, she saw the documents piled up at the bottom of the mountain of documents, which were from last autumn and winter.

"Damn you, Chagatai Khan! You sent ogres south to rob me while I was hibernating?! Call for troops! Call for troops!!!"

Philus was furious and ready to fight back to seek revenge.

She was not angry casually. All Janissaries had the most basic military knowledge, and anyone who could become a legion commander was certainly not a fool.

The warm Mediterranean wind no longer affects Bulgaria. From here to the north, it is a temperate continental climate with four distinct seasons. Farming is normal with spring ploughing and autumn harvesting, rather than the very strange winter planting and summer harvesting in Greece where it is warm all year round.

The Ogre Kingdom is a nomadic society, and now that winter has just passed, their cattle, sheep, horses, and Zebras have not eaten well all winter, and have lost all their fat and become weak. These nomads must immediately put the livestock, which have survived the winter and are almost dying of skinny, on a fertile pasture in the spring to graze and fatten them up, so that they can eat until autumn when the cattle and sheep are fat and ready for the next winter with heavy snow.

Therefore, spring is the time when nomads have the worst fighting power. If they choose to fight, the mobility and charging power of the Zebras and war horses that have lost weight over the winter will be reduced to the lowest level. If they choose to escape, the cattle and sheep that have managed to survive the winter will almost starve to death. If they are forced to migrate quickly and over long distances like ogres, they will surely die in large numbers on the road.

Cattle and sheep are to nomadism as wheat is to farming. If these animals die in large numbers, there will be no need to fight the war. The tribe will basically be doomed and will not survive the next cold winter.

Therefore, spring is the time when nomads have the weakest combat effectiveness, but their combat effectiveness will gradually increase over time until it reaches its peak in autumn when the horses are fat, and then in spring when they are dried out by the winter and their combat effectiveness is the lowest. This is the most basic military common sense. If we don't attack Chagatai now, do we have to wait until summer, or even autumn, when they recover their combat effectiveness before we fight again?

The Bulgarians who were looted last autumn were filled with anger and immediately responded to the queen. Philus calculated that her Tenth Legion, the Iron Hands, was mainly composed of infantry, without many cavalry. Fortunately, in winter, Aenarion sold a large number of horses to Thrace and Bulgaria in order to force Leman Russ to become a vassal state. She still pulled out 10,000 horses and turned more than 3,000 of her infantry into cavalry infantry. Then, holding a map of the south bank of the Danube from the Ottoman Empire era, she embarked on the Northern Expedition with one person and three horses.

The calculation of things was the same as that of Philus. The fighting capacity of these nomads in the spring was extremely poor. The Mangletooth beasts, which were between the size of war horses and elephants, were skinny and bony. Normally, they could put an iron-clad wooden shooting platform on their backs without any problems, but now their legs would tremble with two ogres on their backs. The fat and strong ogres had also lost a lot of weight after spending the cold winter. When their scouts saw the Tenth Legion attacking them, they had no intention of resisting, so they immediately packed up their tents, cattle and sheep, and the entire tribe turned around and ran away, disappearing on the vast sea of ​​grass.

Fei

Ruth was not in a hurry and immediately ordered the entire army to pursue - this was not a real prairie, but the grassland border of the Ottoman Empire. No matter how desolate it was, there were still some villages and farmlands, so supplies were not particularly difficult to obtain.

The first two days, everything was normal.

On the third and fourth days, the bones of cattle and sheep on the ogres' retreating route began to increase significantly. Even with the ogres' appetite, it was impossible for them to eat that much. This showed that a large number of skinny cattle and sheep had starved to death or died of exhaustion during the two-day forced march, and could only be eaten on the spot by the ogres as food.

On the fifth day, the emaciated carcasses of cattle and sheep were thrown directly on the road and pecked at by crows and vultures. After eating the carcasses, the birds died and fell in a pool of blood.

Philus snorted coldly. It seemed that the other party’s cattle and sheep had died in large numbers during the migration. The number was so large that even the ogres could not control it. They had to sprinkle poison on the corpses and try to poison themselves - despicable nomads. My venomous snakes are immune to toxins.

The Iron Hands continued their pursuit, and it rained on the fifth day. The two armies struggled in the extremely muddy grassland in early spring. They were both very tired, but the superiority of agricultural civilization was reflected here. They relied on the soybeans they planted and the grain they harvested in autumn. Although the horses would lose weight in the spring, they could be fed alive with the massive inventory. The nomadic army had no other choice. More and more cattle and sheep starved to death or died of exhaustion. When the wind blew the grass low, what appeared before the Iron Hands were the carcasses of livestock all over the mountains, as if the entire grassland was covered with corpses.

Philus calculated that after a few encounters, there were only about two thousand ogres in that tribe. If there were five ogres in one tent, that would make four hundred tents. I remembered the Janissary School taught that one tent of ogres needed at least three hundred cattle and sheep to maintain a normal life, so the total number of their cattle and sheep would not be less than twelve thousand.

However, now counting, the number of cattle and sheep that died along the way has exceeded 8,000.

Okay, no need to chase. This tribe is ruined. They will kill each other due to hunger even without me fighting, or they will compete with other tribes for food. Let's change to another target. We will soon reach the Danube River. There will be no few ogre tribes nearby. Now the Fifth Legion is actually divided into so many small tribes that they cannot gather together in a short time.

Chapter 336: Chaos in Greece

Philus' strategy was very successful. In the spring when the nomads were the weakest, she dealt a heavy blow to the Ogre Kingdom. Several tribes close to Bulgaria were chased by her and were in chaos. A large number of livestock died during the migration. Several tribes could not bear the humiliation and united to attack head-on. However, the divided White Scars were no match for the Iron Hands, which still maintained its legion size, and they did not have a leader at the level of a legion commander like Philus.

In mid-March, Philus led three thousand elite soldiers of the Iron Hands to confront an army of five thousand ogres on the banks of the Danube. She tied her long, iron-gray hair, which was as smooth as a waterfall, into a simple and neat ponytail behind her head, and inserted Fulgrim's sculpture into it.

Amid the earth-shaking horn sound, the Gorgon's huge body began to wriggle, its huge body covered with steel snake scales, leaving horrible gullies on the muddy ground in early spring, as if plowed by a cannonball, and charged head-on into the ogre army! Guns and bows and arrows could not hurt it at all! An ogre picked up a lead-spraying cannon and lit the fuse on Filus, but after one shot, her scales were not even scratched by the shotgun. Among the eighteen legion commanders of the Ottoman Empire, Filus was not the best fighter, but in terms of defense, she could be ranked in the top three.

A few ogres didn't believe it and took out their lead-spraying cannons to bombard her upper body that was not protected by snake scales. However, after one shot, they found that Philus's fair and tender flesh turned into indestructible rock in an instant. After blocking the attack, it turned back into soft flesh and blood. The speed of switching between blood and stone was extremely rapid.

The thousands of poisonous snakes that had been tied into her ponytails were now wriggling and hissing in the air. Wherever she looked, whether it was ogres or zombie beasts, whether they were made of steel, leather, soil or grass, they were all solidified into horrific stone sculptures. A Gorgon tore through the entire ogre front line and rushed towards their commander!

The ogre chieftain who led these tribes panicked and waved his halberd to fight. However, his eyes went dark and before he could react, he turned into an eternal stone sculpture.

Behind Gorgon, a thousand three-meter-tall Viking half-giants jumped off their horses and put on plate armor that Ottoman craftsmen had tailored for them. They changed from mounted infantry to foot knights, wielding war hammers and giant swords, and charged at the ogres who had lost their leader and were in disarray! This battalion of old Moloch soldiers was like a terrifying war hammer, ruthlessly crushing the ogres' defenses and ravaging the enemy's flesh.

Behind them, a large number of Slavs transformed into half-snake, half-human forms, wearing heavy armor and holding great swords, and followed the Lord of the Legion to launch a frontal charge! Three thousand Iron Hands, in one encounter, completely defeated the five thousand Ogre nomads.

With the momentum of a great victory, Philus advanced eastwards, and captured three cities in a month. She beat the ogres in Koshava, Pleven and Byala so hard that they cried for their parents. Out of curiosity, she caught a few ogres and cooked them to eat. Well, this stuff has too much fat. Although it tastes good, eating too much will affect your figure.

At this moment, Chagatai reacted and began diplomatic negotiations with Bulgaria: I was wrong about what happened last year. I didn't manage the ogres under my command and let them go out to rob.

But after that shit happened last year, I immediately sent

The envoy negotiated with Ji Liman and you, demanding that all the things they had stolen be returned, and that their subordinates be restrained and punished. Ji Liman agreed, and our two families restored peace. However, you were in hibernation at the time and could not be contacted at all!

What? You woke up this year and led your troops into my grassland without saying anything? You killed so many of my ogres and destroyed the productivity of several tribes. Do you think I'm easy to bully? !

Chagatai was extremely annoyed, and Philus was extremely stubborn. This Gorgon pursued a simple social Darwinism. Your people are weaker than mine, so you deserve to be eaten by me. What's more, spring is the time when your fighting power is the weakest, and I will definitely take advantage of your illness to kill you. Otherwise, you give me the three cities that I have occupied now, and we will write off this matter?

"How ridiculous! Call the troops! Call the troops!!!"

Chagatai angrily tore up the letter from Filus, and the four pale horseshoes kept pacing on the grass. Last year, he only robbed some food, but this year, this female snake killed his people and occupied his city. Did she think the Fifth Army was easy to bully? Fight, who is afraid of who?

Aenarion was somewhat speechless when he looked at the chaos in Greece. These legion commanders were more arrogant than each other. He thought they could maintain peace for two or three years, allowing him to develop the farmland. However, before the end of the year, the Macedonian government went bankrupt and became a vassal state. Bulgaria and the Ogre Kingdom, two brothers who fought side by side, were already sharpening their knives, ready to kill each other.

The Ogre Kingdom is his trump card, and their king Chagatai is his eighth familiar, but this matter is very secretive, and no one else knows about it except the two of them. The Ogre Kingdom is one of the most important means for Aenarion to unify Greece.

However, this matter cannot be exposed to other people so early, and he cannot sit idly by and watch the Ogre Kingdom being defeated. Narion began to sell gunpowder, cannons, and muskets to the Ogre Kingdom in the name of a businessman, in exchange for their furs, tusks, bone carvings, oxen and horses, and secretly provide financial support.

But what Aenarion didn't expect was that this time Filth was serious. While dispatching more Iron Hands from Bulgaria to the northern steppes, she went to Wallachia herself. In the gloomy palace full of bones, she met the scarlet angel Sanguinius sitting in the darkness. They agreed to attack together to destroy the Ogre Kingdom!

At that time, the southern bank of the Danube will belong to me, and the northern bank will belong to you. At the same time, I am willing to give you all the corpses of the ogres who participated in the war, and let your blood-sucking undead use these excellent materials to create a large number of ogre zombies.

The Ogre Kingdom borders on Sanguinius's Wallachia, his own Bulgaria, and Gilman's Thrace.

However, the Thracian Kingdom was formed by the 13th Ultramarines Legion and the 7th Sultan's Fist Legion, instead of the other kingdoms which were formed by one legion. The number of Ultramarines was crazy, which resulted in the military strength of the Thracian Kingdom being more than twice that of other divided kingdoms!

They also inherited the most fertile and rich Thracian Plain and Edirne, the former capital of the Ottoman Empire. They have the greatest influence, the largest population, and the strongest military strength. Philus is afraid of the Warmaster's strength and would never divide the Ogre Kingdom with her. In order to increase her strength again, she would only choose the Kingdom of Wallachia, which is also composed of one legion, to participate in this division and grow their strength together.

Chapter 337: Besiege Wei to Save Zhao

Seeing the aggressive Bulgarian-Walachian coalition advancing step by step towards the Ogre Kingdom, Aenarion felt a bit overwhelmed. He did not want to expose his relationship with Chagatai, at least not now, so he mobilized his staff to discuss how to resolve the matter.

These loyal staff officers, who had received the most advanced military education in the Mediterranean world, came up with an idea: let's refer this matter to Gilman, and let this former Ottoman war general resolve the disputes among the kings of these separatist forces. We can work together with Gilman, so that it won't be conspicuous at all.

Aenarion thought for a moment, then took Astariel to the Kingdom of Thrace to meet his aunt and explain the pros and cons to her.

You see, the Ottoman Empire has not been destroyed, and half of its legions are still loyal to the current Sultan Selim. They are attacking the Timurid Empire, which is in disarray and extremely chaotic. If they succeed, the land and population lost by the Ottoman Empire in Greece will be replenished in the rich and prosperous Mesopotamian region. By then, they will restore their former terrifying strength. I am afraid that the next goal will be to make a comeback, fight back to Greece, seek revenge on the Eastern Roman Empire, and liquidate you rebellious Janissaries.

At that time, we had to unite to resist the Ottoman army, but now, Philus of the Tenth Legion has joined forces with Sanguinius of the Ninth Legion and fought with Chagatai of the Fifth Legion. Fighting against each other will only weaken our strength. Otherwise, let's go and persuade them together. Peace is the most precious thing. Peace is the most precious thing.

Aenarion said worriedly.

There was one thing he didn't mention. Even in the history of the real world, Sultan Selim was a very terrifying existence. The whole of Europe called him "The Grim One" out of fear. God knows what kind of storm he can cause in the history of this magical world.

The most famous sultans of the Ottoman Empire are generally Mehmed II and Suleiman the Magnificent. What did they do?

? Muhammad conquered Constantinople, and Suleiman conquered Hungary, North Africa, and most of the Middle East.

Sultan Selim defeated the Safavid Empire, the overlord of the Mesopotamian region, conquered the Mamluk dynasty of Egypt, and obtained the position of Islamic Caliph, which was equivalent to the throne of the Central Plains dynasty. He became the protector of the two holy places of Muslims, which was equivalent to controlling Chang'an and Luoyang. He made the Ottoman Empire a truly orthodox empire in the Islamic world and more than doubled the territory of the Ottoman Empire!

No other sultan conquered more territory than him, and his son, Suleiman the Magnificent, built his great achievements on the solid foundation laid by his father.

Ji Liman nodded, agreeing with her.

Her goal was never to become some shitty Thracian king, but to steal the entire Ottoman Empire. However, the sudden sacrifice of the young Sultan Bayezid II and the relocation of the capital to save people and territory disrupted all her plans. She had no choice but to temporarily recuperate in Thrace, and when she had accumulated enough food and grass, she would lead eight legions to attack Asia Minor directly and invade Ankara.

However, she had only been the warmaster for a year, and her prestige was too low. The eight legions that she had gathered with great difficulty were now completely dispersed. Only the 13th Legion, the Ultramarines, and the 7th Legion, the Sultan's Fists, still responded to the call of the former warmaster.

Jiliman did what she said. She picked up a pen and paper and wrote three letters to Philus, Sanguinius and Chagatai, asking them to live in harmony and not fight among themselves. As a result, only the weak Chagatai expressed his willingness to listen to the mediation of the warmaster.

Sanguinius replied politely, "The era of the Ottoman Empire is over. You are the King of Thrace, and I am also the King of Wallachia. Why should I withdraw my troops just because you wrote a letter? I have already signed an alliance with Philus. Vampires attach great importance to the spirit of contract."

Firouz was more direct and cursed directly, "What the hell? Do you really think you are still the war commander of the Ottoman Empire? You are a war commander because of your good relationship with Mehmed II. What qualifications do you have to order me around?!"

How many legions do you have, King of Thracian?

Well, not too many. Gilman actually controls only two legions, which is equal to the alliance between Philus and Sanguinius.

But with her good nephew Aenarion, there were five legions.

Gilman was so angry that she laughed. She knew that if she wanted to accomplish her great cause, she had to re-establish her authority among these sisters who were falling apart and had their own ulterior motives. She left half of the Ultramarines in the country and personally led the other half, about 10,000 Janissaries, to launch an expedition to Bulgaria, ready to teach her unruly sister Philus a lesson. At the same time, she wrote a letter asking Aenarion to cooperate with her actions.

Aenarion nodded, and instead of marching under the pretext of rescuing Jaghatai, he set out for Wallachia under the pretext of cooperating with Gilman's actions, intending to intercept Sanguinius before the two legions joined forces.

As for who to take on the expedition, the First Legion is his confidant and is stationed in the most important core territory. Before the chaotic situation in Greece becomes clear, don't make random adjustments, especially for an expedition far away from home. If something happens at home and the base is lost, it will be too late to regret.

The Second Legion of Varyag can be mobilized at will, but Aenarion is a little unsure about using this new army to fight against Sanguinius's Ninth Legion and the stunningly beautiful Bloody Angel head-on. According to intelligence, among the eighteen Ottoman legions, Lion, the leader of the First Legion, Sanguinius, the leader of the Ninth Legion, Angron, the leader of the Twelfth Legion, and Horus, the leader of the Sixteenth Legion, are the four with the strongest overall strength.

But their jurisdictions are quite far apart from each other, and they have rarely fought each other, so there is no exact ranking, and anyone could be the strongest one.

At that time, in order to fight Ryan, almost the entire Christian world came out in full force, the Roman Catholic Church and God's Thunder Warriors were dispatched, the strongest dragons of Palaeologus attacked one after another, Venice, and the Holy War Knights gathered together. He also instigated a large-scale rebellion of the First Legion under Ryan, severely weakening his strength, and even fooled several high-ranking Dark Angels to join him. However, this paid an extremely heavy price. The Thunder Warriors were all killed and wounded, and almost all of his side were wiped out. Only then did he barely take it down.

Now we have to fight a ridiculous guy who is as good as Ryan, or even stronger than him... the Second Army Varyag may not be enough.

Aenarion issued a transfer order, ordering Leman Russ to follow him with 5,000 men of the Sixth Legion, and then recruited 6,000 men of the Second Varyag Legion stationed in Crimea, and attacked Sanguinius with the scale of two legions.

In May 1454, the Second Varangian Legion, accompanied by hundreds of inland longboats, marched into the Danube in a mighty force, and went straight down the river like a sharp knife inserted into the interior of the Kingdom of Wallachia, heading straight for the Wallachian capital of Bucharest. With a classic tactic of besieging Wei to save Zhao, they forced Saint Gilles to retreat from the Danube and return to defend Wallachia.

Leman Russ's Sixth Legion also took the ships of the Aegean Fleet and took advantage of the time difference to rush from Macedonia to support.

The strategy used by Gillian was the same as that of Aenarion, which was a classic move of besieging Wei to save Zhao. She attacked the capital of Bulgaria along the Merit River. Sofia went there, forcing Philus to go south to rescue.

Chapter 338: Wolf Pack Hunting

Sanguinius was helpless and led his

Thirty-three vampire lords, hundreds of necromancers, and a huge army of ghouls turned back - her Ninth Legion was quite special, while Curze's Eighth Legion used skeletons and zombies as the most basic soldiers, in large quantities and sufficient for their needs.

Although the most basic soldiers of the Ninth Legion also include zombies and skeletons, most of them are ghouls. It is said that ghouls are transformed from the corpses of elves, humans, dwarves and other humanoid creatures. Therefore, they like the taste of flesh and blood of their own kind very much, and they especially like to devour the flesh and blood of intelligent life, no matter whether the opponent is alive or dead. Hence the name ghouls. They more or less still retain the form of humanoid creatures, but they are extremely thin and shriveled, with mottled and colorful rotten skin, tightly wrapped around clearly visible white bones, and their eyes are like two pieces of hot coals sunken in the eye sockets, emitting a terrifying red halo in the dark.

Although ghouls are also basic undead with only two monster levels, their combat effectiveness is higher than that of ordinary human skeletons and zombies, they are more elite, and the size of their legion is smaller than that of the Eighth Legion.

"Warmaster! I'm here!"

As soon as Leman Russ arrived in Wallachia, she couldn't wait. She licked her lips excitedly, her eyes shining, and said eagerly.

"That guy Sanguinius will definitely take a long way back. All the members of my Sixth Legion are either cavalry or extremely fast werewolves. They are extremely good at assault and ambush. Let me ambush her on her way back and beat her up! If I can't beat her, I'll run away. If I can beat her, I'll just destroy Wallachia! The Ottoman Empire boasts that the Blood Angels are invincible and that the Ninth Legion is so terrible, but I don't believe it! I'm ready to bite a piece of her flesh off!"