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After finally waiting for the triumphal ceremony to end, she hastily signed the armistice agreement and prepared to leave. She did not want to stay even for a second longer in this city where she had been humiliated.

After making peace, Aenarion began to recuperate, restore the army's organization, and intensify training. Although he won all three wars, he suffered heavy losses. The entire Rome currently has four legions: the 1st Dark Angels, the 2nd Varyag, the 3rd Emperor's Children, and the 13th Ultramarines, with 40,000 legionnaires, and 50 battalions of auxiliary troops, totaling 50,000. The total strength of the army is just over 90,000, and the navy is barely 100,000.

After these three battles, the entire Roman army lost more than 10,000 men, more than one-tenth of its troops. The army was in urgent need of reinforcements and time to train new soldiers.

After reaching level 13, Aenarion first went to the spell area of ​​the White Tower to learn and look for new magic. The first thing he had to learn was the Seventh Ring's Finger of Death. He had been coveting this necromancy magic for a long time. It was a powerful instant death magic. As long as the opponent failed to save, no matter how strong they were, they would die immediately.

This spell is neither strong nor weak.

As strong as it is, magic resistance can prevent it from taking effect, and those with exceptionally strong bodies can directly withstand it with the help of Fortitude immunity.

This spell is weak. No matter what means you use to stop it or resist it, you will surely die if you fail.

As for Aenarion, he can cast five spells in six seconds. With his clone, he can cast ten [Finger of Death] in six seconds. It costs 130 mana to cast ten of these. Even Gilman would have a hard time blocking this thing and might be killed on sight.

After several days of learning, Aenarion had mastered the spell. He chanted the spell and pointed his index finger. A thick, hot, pale green lightning bolt burst out, instantly tearing the sky apart and exploding on a goat! Tens of thousands of pale green electric currents instantly spread along its body. The head of each burning lightning bolt was a skull shape constructed by lightning energy, which looked eerie and terrifying. The goat's heart was also hit by a beam of electricity and stopped beating directly. The whole goat's limbs became weak and fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Using the Seventh Ring Magic to kill the sheep, isn't that a waste?"

Sisida's eyes lit up when she saw the dead sheep. She licked her lips, and by dislocating her lower jaw, she opened her alluring cherry-lipped mouth to a very strange angle and swallowed the whole sheep in one gulp. Her small stomach was bulged high with the food she swallowed whole, and one could even see the shape of the sheep's hooves and horns. She lay lazily on the ground, basking in the sun while digesting the goat that weighed more than 40 kilograms.

Sometimes Aenarion wondered if the Gorgons were made of rubber, so that sheep of that size could be swallowed alive.

After learning the Finger of Death, Aenarion went to the White Tower again, wanting to see if there was any other Seventh Ring magic worth learning. Watching Leman Russ summoning a large number of animals and treemen with just a wave of his hand, the feeling of oppression was quite terrifying. How about learning summoning magic himself?

Caledor thought about Aenarion's needs and gave him two seventh-level transformation spells, one is [Animating Breath] and the other is [Anti-Gravity].

The former can change his dragon breath ability. Aenarion has enough large-scale destructive spells, and there are many dragons in the team, so the chromatic dragon breath given to him by Drognir is basically never used.

And this [Activating Breath] can directly change the form of dragon's breath. The Brahma sea of ​​fire you spew out does not drown your opponent, but changes into elemental creatures formed of flames, waiting for your command to act. If it is lightning breath, it will also turn into lightning element. The ability of these elemental creatures is proportional to the power of your dragon's breath. It is a very powerful summoning spell.

Anti-gravity is a form of group control that can reverse the gravity in a cubic area. Within this area, all creatures on the ground will "fall" into the sky. Flying creatures in the sky will have their upside-down rules reversed because of the sudden reversal of gravity. Flying creatures with poor balance will be in trouble. It is a simple and easy-to-use control spell.

The best part is, because this magic changes the local gravity rules of the planet and is not aimed at any target, it is useless no matter how high your magic resistance is, and this magic does not affect you personally.

Aenarion learned quickly. The anti-gravity area can be between 1 meter and 18 meters, and the size can be freely controlled. As her level increases, the upper limit of the area will also increase. She tried it and found that even the Chaos Paladin Jeanne with extremely high magic resistance could not do anything to this spell. When the anti-gravity was turned on, she screamed and flew directly like a rocket.

When she reached a height of eighteen meters, she seemed to be caught by an invisible gravity field, floating in the sky with her fangs and claws bared. Inarion slowly reduced the size of the anti-gravity and then slowly let her down.

Aenarion studied in the White Tower for a whole winter. As the Death Knight reached level 13, the total level of undead he could control reached an astonishing 468. If he chose only level 1 zombies, he could control half a battalion.

However, apart from the zombie sailors in the Aegean Sea, he also did not control or enslave other undead creatures and saved them all - Saint Guinius of Wallachia was extremely brave and good at fighting, but her only weakness was that she was a vampire, a pitiful undead creature.

No one knows what happened in this world before. All the old gods except God gave their believers and priests the ability to rebuke and control the undead. Countless mages also frantically researched how to enslave and control undead creatures and make undead babies. There are even druids who do not do their job and do not control nature and beasts, but instead study the undead and become wither druids.

The Death Knight's ability to control the undead is even better than that of the Priest and the Mage, and it is also enhanced by the control of Slaanesh. The Death Knight's freed-up undead control positions are given to the Vampire Lords and Overlords of Wallachia, and they are all ready to put leash on them at any time.

Right now, all we need to do is restore national strength, maintain stable operations, and digest the territory. Since 1453, the Roman Empire has taken over too much land, and the territorial expansion is a bit too fast. We need to digest it a bit and wait for the opportunity.

Aenarion sat on the throne of Constantinople, gathering his strength and eyeing the Janissary States in the north. A year later, at the autumn harvest time of 1456, the unstable Balkan Peninsula, which had been split like a powder keg, exploded once again, and this time, the detonation point was in Serbia.

Chapter 385: The Divided Kingdom

The old king of Serbia, Durad Brankovic, is already seventy-nine years old. This Yutyrannosaurus, who has fought for the Ottoman Empire all his life, is now an old dragon. He sleeps for more than twelve hours a day and is a little listless the rest of the time. A cold wave in the autumn even gave him a cold and a fever.

After breaking free from the shackles of the Ottoman Empire and gaining independence, his main concern shifted from expanding territory to how to smoothly pass on the foundation he had built throughout his life to his eldest son: Jora Brankovic.

He was a very traditional and excellent feudal monarch, and his four children were like tools carrying out his tasks.

The eldest daughter, Klax, had the best fighting talent and was the best fighter among her siblings, so she was paid to the Ottoman Empire as a blood tax and became a Janissary.

The youngest daughter, Mara, was the most beautiful and had the best figure, so she married the Ottoman Sultan and the Eastern Roman war general successively. Oh, he is now Augustus.

The second son, Joan, was reckless and warlike, and was trained to become a Serbian general.

The eldest son, Jorah, was trained as the crown prince and heir. He followed him in battles and enjoyed great reputation among the royal court officials and the knights of the fiefdom. Everyone recognized him as the crown prince.

However, after the Gilman Rebellion split the Ottoman Empire into two, his plan was completely disrupted. After betraying the Ottoman Empire, his eldest daughter, Klaxdas, returned with an entire Janissary Corps, greatly increasing Serbia's strength. But she also brought a complete political team that could rival Jorah's, and a well-trained Raven Army.

Serbia has a large population, so it supports a large number of Janissaries. Many descendants of Serbian nobles are in this legion.

Clarks has spoken publicly more than once that when she was six years old, her father threw her to the Ottoman Empire as a sacrifice and became a slave soldier. The eldest princess of Serbia lived a miserable life like a slave, living on the edge of a knife.

But now, I have worked hard all the way, step by step, to become the legion commander, and even returned to Serbia with the 19th Legion Raven Guard!

I was sold to the Ottoman Empire as a slave by my father, but now I have returned to my motherland as the commander of a legion with a large army. I have made such a great sacrifice for my motherland and my father. My father must compensate and repay me for everything I have done!

What she wanted was the position of crown prince of her eldest son Jora. Most of the nobles in the country faced the same problem as Durad, because their descendants who were paid as blood tax to the Ottoman Empire had also returned home. Not all Serbian knights could sell their property and castles like Luther and go to find their daughter Ryan. Most people thought that they should just have another child.

Durad really considered giving up Jola and giving the position of crown prince to Clarks. After all, the Janissary Corps she brought back was completely loyal to Clarks, not Serbia, and that legion was really terrifying.

The First Legion, the Dark Angels, was the first Janissary Legion of the Ottoman Empire and the prototype for the Sultan to test all his tactics. The Nineteenth Legion was an expansion and variant of the two of the six wings of the Dark Angels, the Fire Wing Spies and the Raven Wing Assault Riders.

There were not many of them, only 6,000, all of them were Slavic beastmen recruited from Serbia, of which 2,000 were Serbian specialties, a kind of raptor called the Murk Raven. This strange bird was extremely huge, and when it soared, its jet-black wings were enough to block out the sun, and it moved in groups. The Murk Ravens flying all over the sky were enough to make people understand what was going on.

What does it mean when shadows cover the sun and ravens swallow the sky?

The other four thousand people cannot fly, but they are also cavalry. All of them wear black robes and black armor, and cover their faces with black crow masks, revealing only a pair of animal eyes. Even the horses are black, and are decorated with a pair of black wings on their backs. When the horses gallop, the entire legion is like a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun, rushing across the ground. The huge black wings behind them will emit bursts of shrill screams in the wind, which is terrifying and chilling.

The later Polish Winged Hussars were improved by learning from the Ottoman army.

This Janissary Corps once guarded the northwest border for the Ottoman Empire. It fought several battles with the Hungarian troops, with both sides winning and losing. Krakós even had several bloody battles with the Hungarian White Knight Hunyadi, who was famous all over the world, and the result was evenly matched. The entire Janissary Corps was feared by the Christian forces and was called the "Crow Army".

After returning to Serbia, this Janissary Corps remained the elite among the elite, responsible for garrisoning Belgrade, Serbia's northern border fortress, to guard against the Holy Roman Empire in the north which had annexed Hungary.

However, including Clarks, the entire Crow Army was composed of Muslims. They had long stopped believing in the Orthodox Church and had all converted to Allah. Based on this point alone, it was impossible for Durad to give the Orthodox Kingdom to his eldest daughter.

Clarks knew this, but she could not be baptized again and convert to Orthodoxy. It was not because of her faith. The biggest reason was that she left her hometown at the age of six and just came back now. She had no foundation in the Serbian royal court. The only thing she could rely on was the Muslim army under her command who had shared the joys and sorrows and fought bloody battles with her. If she really wanted to convert to Christianity, she would probably lose her head. The first thing she would do would be to fight against her base for the throne. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Clarks was jealous of Jorah because he had always been his father's favorite son and the crown prince, while Jorah was afraid of Clarks' extraordinary martial arts and the loyal Janissary Corps under her command. The conflicts and rifts between the two sides have become increasingly greater in the four years since Clarks' return.

The Serbian noble knights were forced to split into two factions and choose sides between Jora and Krakos as Durad became increasingly old and weak and saw that he would not live long.

Durad sat upright on the throne, his pale, dry long hair tangled with his beard, like the branches of a withered willow tree, drooping down to his chest. The feeling of aging was so terrible that he was now slumped on the throne, and even breathing required effort.

The King of Serbia knew that he didn't have much time left. After all, his four children were just tools to maintain the family's rule. He could not be indecisive any longer. Anyone who was harmful to the country was his enemy.

September 1456, 9, Belgrade.

Clarks trained soldiers in this northern fortress in Serbia. Teams of Crow Army, clad in black armor and black robes, were silent as a cicada under her command, conducting combat training meticulously. In the huge venue, only the voice of the legion commander could be heard back and forth in the darkness. Apart from that, the entire training ground was as silent as a cemetery; not even the breathing of the Crow Army could be heard.

And at this moment, a messenger broke the silence.

"Princess Clarks, His Majesty has a secret letter for you."

"Ok?"

Clarks glanced at his messenger indifferently. Her face was similar to that of her sister, Lady Mara, equally mature and beautiful, but she did not have the elegant and graceful temperament of aristocrats. Instead, she had the calmness and coldness that came from years of fighting on the battlefield.

Unlike her sister, Lady Mara, Lady Mara has a very mature and sexy figure, with curves in all the right places, as alluring as a ripe peach.

Clarks is tall and slender, with soft and gentle curves, giving people a feeling of slenderness and elegance, like the slender branches of a weeping willow, swaying lightly in the air. Her long, smooth black hair falls to her slender waist like a waterfall, complementing her skin as pale as ice and snow.

"After the fall, His Majesty became seriously ill and was in bed with a fever and a cough. His Majesty misses you very much now. He said that among all his children, you are the one he owes the most to. He sent you to the Janissary Army when you were six years old. After you came back, you were stationed in the northern fortress of Belgrade for many years. His Majesty feels very guilty. He now wants to compensate you for all the harm he did to you. Please return to the capital immediately for a face-to-face meeting."

"Uh... ok, I see."

Clarks was a little surprised. In her impression, her father simply used her and her brothers and sisters as tools. How could the old man feel guilty? Forget it, she would go there first to see what was going on. Now her father was too old to be recognized. No one in the Kingdom of Serbia could be her opponent.

Clarks made quick arrangements and asked his most powerful general, Sharokin, to control the entire legion during his absence. He then returned to the capital with three hundred elite Raven Guards to see what was going on with his father.

Chapter 386: Kind Father and Filial Daughter

Clarks was very cautious. Before arriving at the capital, he sent a hundred spies to the city to gather information in every corner of the capital. After confirming that his father was seriously ill, the two hundred dark crows army was like a dead cloud. In the awe of the crowd, they walked into the tall city walls, passed through the bustling streets, and finally stopped like ghosts.

Stay at the gate of Serbia's royal court.

Clarks ordered two hundred cavalrymen to stay near the palace, and she strode into the palace with two centurion-level Dark Crows. Two guards were waiting at the door, and she walked confidently into her father's bedroom.

Durad was probably really sick. The king who had fought on the battlefield and dominated the north in Clarks' impression was actually lying on the bed, being fed by several maids. His old face showed weakness and confusion that should not have been there. When he saw Clarks coming, he stretched out a trembling hand, wanting to touch his daughter's face. The hand trembled in the air for a few seconds, then fell weakly to the mattress.

Clarks looked at his elderly and frail father and felt a little bit reluctant. He quickly knelt in front of the bed, accurately caught his father's falling arms with both hands, and gently stroked every scar and callus on it with his ten fingers.

"You're... back, Clarks."

Durad looked at his eldest daughter with some guilt.

"I have thought about it carefully. You are much better than Jorah in every aspect. I have discussed it with the court ministers, and we have unanimously decided that you should be the crown prince."

Clarks' eyes flashed with surprise. The huge surprise made her breathing quicken and her body tremble slightly. She was on low alert.

The next second, the old man who was lying on the bed and couldn't even lift his arms suddenly burst out with incredible strength! Durad partially transformed into a beast, his hands turned into Tyrannosaurus claws covered with blue-black feathers, and instantly twisted Clarks' hands behind his back and pressed him directly on the bed. Several maids nearby took out chains from strange places and subdued Clarks in an instant!

"Quick! Gather the Royal Guards and capture all the Raven Guards that Clarks brought into the capital alive and put them under house arrest!

Order Jorah to lead the Serbian army into Belgrade! Control the Raven Guards, and then give my orders directly to the Janissaries. Tell them that their legion commander is in my hands. Dismantle them completely and distribute them among the various armies in Serbia. Never let them gather together again! "

Durad gave clear and organized orders, determined to completely crush his daughter's power.

"I'm sorry, daughter."

A genuine look of guilt flashed in Durad's eyes.

"You were too good when you were young, so the Sultan forced me to hand you over. I really had no choice back then. Now that you are home, your father can satisfy you with anything you want, except being the crown prince. Be obedient! Write a letter to your legion, asking them not to resist, but to be disbanded and integrated into the Serbian army."

Clarks looked at his father with a complicated expression and said quietly.

"So, the reason you didn't kill me is because you're afraid of my legion? The legion commander is right. You haven't changed from the beginning to the end. In your eyes, mother, sister, and brother are always tools to maintain your dynasty's rule."

Durad was stunned for a moment. Why would his daughter call him "Mr. Legion Commander"? But the next second, his eldest daughter actually used her tongue to pull out the poison hidden inside her teeth in front of him and committed suicide. The poison took effect instantly, causing her eyes to roll back, foam at the mouth, and limbs to twitch. Before Durad could react, she died of the poison.

Dulard seemed to remember something, and suddenly tore off Clarks's face skin, and found that it was indeed fake! After tearing it off, there was a completely unfamiliar face inside!

Although they were not as good as the unrecognizable transformation skills of Alpha of the 20th Legion, the Raven Guard, like Alpha, was the prototype of the Ottoman Empire's spy system: an expansion and transformation of the Dark Angel's Wings of Fire. Durad felt sad in his heart. His daughter had never believed in him from the beginning to the end.

And this sadness instantly turned into fear and terror. Where is Clarks now?

"It's bad! Your Majesty! The people brought by Clarks dispersed in an instant. Those hundreds of people were like shadows and can't be found at all!"

Several servants came hurriedly and reported the news. The 300 Raven Guards immediately went into dormant mode the moment the fake legion commander died, hiding in the shadows of the royal capital, ready to strike.

Durad bit his lip. He wanted to end this internal division at the lowest cost, but it seemed that he had failed. He had no choice but to lead the army in person for the last time. As long as the Raven Guard was eliminated, Serbia would still be unified and stable. The 19th Janissary Legion was powerful, but Serbia was the most powerful of the Ottoman vassal states. After gathering all the knights, its combat power was comparable to that of two or three Janissary Legions! The King of Serbia did not take the Raven Guard seriously.

Everything I did before was just to minimize the cost.

The news that the Raven Guard and Serbia had openly broken off relations spread throughout the Balkan Peninsula in an instant, and even Aenarion in Constantinople got the news.

Clarks, who had been staying in Belgrade, also laughed out loud after hearing the news, using the smile to hide his inner sadness, and then immediately assembled the entire army.

"Everyone, my father sold me to the Ottoman Empire as a slave for forty years. After I returned home, he used me as a watchdog and exiled me to Belgrade in the north. Now, he wants my life! My biological father! He wants to kill me!!!"

The Raven Guards said nothing, but they were filled with the same sadness.

They were all Serbs, and their parents had sold them to the Ottoman Empire in the form of blood tax. Now that they had returned, their Orthodox parents had already had new children and did not recognize these Muslim children who had been away from home for 30 or 40 years. Ordinary families were fine, but the problems faced by the blood tax sons of aristocratic families were not much better than those of Clarks, and were even worse.

"We are the least favored children in the family. Our parents use us as a price to maintain their decent and luxurious life. Our brothers and sisters who live in a greenhouse shamelessly enjoy everything we have sacrificed for! When we were exhausted to the point of vomiting blood on the training ground and had a narrow escape from death on the battlefield, they hid at home and spent their entire childhood!

Today! Sister Kvis died in the palace! My father killed her with his own hands! My father still wants to separate us? Our parents and brothers don’t welcome us and want to kill us. Are we willing to become the price to maintain their luxurious life? "

“Kill back to the capital!!!”

"Take back everything that belongs to us!!!"

"Kraks is the real king of Serbia!!!"

Durad's actions completely angered these abandoned sons of blood tax. They united under the banner of Krasnoyarsk, established their own independent kingdom of Belgrade, and revered Krasnoyarsk as the true king of Serbia.

However, this was not enough. One legion was not enough to fight against the entire Kingdom of Serbia.

Krakos played his trump card with a grim smile on his face. During the time when his father was gathering all the knights of Serbia and preparing to march north to attack, he also sent a letter to the Holy Roman Empire in the north for help.

When Durand led his troops north, he was surprised to find that a large army was gathering in Hungary. When they marched south, the structure of this army was quite chaotic and complicated. There were more than a dozen flags alone, which could be roughly divided into five types: Hungary, Austria, Transylvania, Croatia, Slovenia, and Venice. If we further break it down, each knight and noble family had extremely complex and complicated heraldic flags, as many as hundreds of them.

The only one who could bring together such a chaotic army was the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire.

As expected, the Serbian scouts discovered a large golden flag among the thousands of troops. On the flag was embroidered a black eagle. On the black wings were densely packed with flags and emblems of the Holy Roman Empire. This meant that at least a direct member of the Habsburg family led his troops south.

The scouts investigated for a while and finally figured out what was going on - Krasnoyarsk had reached a deal with the Holy Roman Empire. As long as the Holy Roman Emperor assisted her in becoming king, Serbia would become one of the Holy Roman countries, and one of the most important fortresses on the Danube, Belgrade, would be ceded to the Holy Roman Emperor, making this city an important barrier to the south of the Holy Roman Empire.

Chapter 387: Habsburg

After seeing the mighty Holy Roman Army, the Serbian knights were obviously a little panicked. Before, they were able to defeat the Holy Roman Empire on the front battlefield because they had the support of the Ottoman Empire. The large number of auxiliary troops and the Janissary Corps could delay the enemy on the long front battlefield, giving them time to charge repeatedly.

But now, the Ottomans have given up on Europe. They are now isolated and helpless. The Holy Roman Emperor has long coveted the chaotic Balkan Peninsula, and Clark's desperate attack gave her the best excuse to join the war.

"Traitor! Rebellious woman! Traitor to the country!"

Durand cursed his eldest daughter, not caring who had forced her into such a desperate situation. He knew that he was no match for the Holy Roman Empire, so he immediately gave up his plan to go north, retreated to the nearest castle, and sent letters to the Balkan countries for help.

In the letter to the Eastern Roman Empire, it was said that since we are all Orthodox Christians, we should help the Christians and not let the Catholic forces enter our territory. Think about it! It was only a few years ago that the Catholic Crusaders entered Constantinople. Have you forgotten?

Aenarion had a headache. On the one hand, he sent Roman spies to the north to collect information, and on the other hand, he convened a meeting of senators and nobles to discuss whether we should send troops to help Serbia.

In the marble Senate, nobles in purple and red robes argued with each other.

"We can't fight this war! The Holy Roman Emperor wears the three crowns of Bohemia, Austria, and Hungary. Just the size of this is not something we can contend with. Our empire has just risen, and we can't fight this monster head-on.

What's more, she has three equally powerful electors under her command, as well as a large number of dukes and knights. Even Venice, for which we fought so hard, is now just an ordinary duke in the Holy Roman Empire, ruled by the Holy Roman Emperor. How can we afford to offend such a behemoth? !"