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Yelebeyi's words directly touched the sore spot of everyone present. Some sword-wielding Vichirs gnashed their teeth at their former traitors and wished they could kill them as soon as possible.

Perturabo was muttering Dorn's name frantically, Angron was howling in rage, wanting to chop off the heads of all the traitors, and Curze was shaking with anger as he thought of his fallen hometown of Wallachia and his sister Sanguinius who was captured and locked in a birdcage.

Selim's dream of regaining the Balkans was completely shaken.

Looking at the drastic changes in the facial expressions of the sword-wielding vichirs and the armrests of the throne that were crushed into pieces by Sultan Selim, Yelbeyi's expression remained unchanged, but in his heart he laughed out loud like a madman.

It worked. Egypt was still the Egypt of the Mamluks! What a joke. Aleppo was thousands of kilometers away from Egypt. If Sultan Selim wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strangle the Roman emperor, he could only ride light and fast horses and arrive with the cavalry at the fastest speed. Any hesitation would miss the opportunity.

By then, it will not only be Aenarion and his Roman guardsmen who will be trapped deep in the interior of Egypt, but also you! Sultan Selim!!!

Chapter 456: Turbulent Times

Facing the alliance between Mamluks and Ottomans, Aenarion was completely unaware. The intelligence system of the Roman Empire was established with the assistance of the Dark Angel Firewing and the Alpha Legion. All the people received spy training from the Janissaries, just like all the Ottoman naval captains were students of the Aegean Fleet Admiral Artemisia and some Venetian admirals. The two sides were extremely cautious and held each other back. It was extremely difficult for Roman spies to break through their teacher's defense and obtain such important and confidential intelligence.

But just the night before Aenarion was about to head south inland to meet the surrender of the drow queen in Cairo, something unexpected happened.

"Your Majesty, a wealthy Mamluk merchant from Alexandria wants to see you with a generous gift."

Aenarion's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door of his chamber by a Custodian.

"Oh? Check the gifts and let him in. The Emir declared surrender in front of the whole city. Finally, these local fence-sitters have come to our side? Night attack, group ⑥; 94 93' 6 ①' ③ 5"

Aenarion had no doubts. Mamluk referred to slaves in a broad sense. There were royal Mamluk cavalrymen who served in the army, as well as slaves who participated in politics and made money for the queen in business. There were all kinds of slaves.

The guards tried to examine the gifts. The man was so generous. There were boxes full of gold, silver, gems, pearls, rolls of expensive silks, rolls of brightly colored cottons, and rolls of exquisitely shaped carpets. They tried to look inside the cloth, but the huge, sturdy Goliath, who looked like granite, shouted at them to stop.

"This gift is for the Roman emperor! Are you the Roman emperor? How dare you touch it and check the inside? These brocade fabrics are of the highest quality! Will you pay for them if they are damaged?"

The White Tower Wizard rolled his eyes and used a detection magic to see that Goliath was just an ordinary level 2 warrior. He then used a metal detection magic to confirm that there were no magical fluctuations in the cloth and there was no metal material. He was too lazy to argue with this guy and let him go in with the gift.

If you don't want to check, then don't check. Could a level 2 warrior hide a sharpened stick in the silk to poke the Demon Shadow?

Aenarion was curious as he watched a group of goliaths carry four boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, and a large amount of silk and fabric into his room.

"What do you want in return for giving me such an expensive gift?"

"Master, the Mamluks have surrendered. From today on, we are your slaves. This is just a token of our gratitude. We dare not beg for anything in return."

Several Goliaths kowtowed in fear and trepidation, then turned around and left, leaving only the gifts in the room.

Inarion felt something strange, and at this moment, a beautifully shaped carpet began to move with tingling gasps. Inarion cautiously wrapped his whole body with the Demon's Shadow, picked up a corner of the carpet, and gently lifted it up, letting it stretch out on the ground.

He was surprised to find that the carpet had a detailed map of the entire Mamluk Sultanate embroidered on it with brightly colored silk threads. Every castle and every town was clearly marked in Elvish, and the level of detail even exceeded the maps compiled by Roman spies.

As the red carpet unfolded, a beautiful and sexy body was revealed in front of Aenarion. A graceful drow girl came into his sight as the red carpet unfolded. She immediately knelt on the red carpet embroidered with the map of Egypt, bent her waist into a sexy arc, raised her beautiful buttocks high, swayed left and right, and raised her chin pitifully, looking up at Aenarion's eyes with admiration.

Aenarion looked down, his breath catching, his heart beating faster, his eyes too absorbed in her beauty to move.

There are many mature and beautiful young women, lively young girls, and beautiful and charming monsters in Aenarion's harem. Although he is lustful, his Slaanesh threshold raises his aesthetic taste very high. The slave princess that Mamluk presented to him last time could not arouse his sexual desire. After failing to reach an agreement on the terms, he sent her back.

But the girl in front of him was extremely beautiful, with skin as delicate as silk and pitch-black skin that was as soft as a baby's. The candlelight reflected an alluring glimmer, and her long silver hair fell all over her body like a waterfall, covering her perfect body that was so charming and beautiful that it set off the midnight-colored ice-like skin. Every graceful and attractive curve, every touching touch, was so charming.

The smile of the soul shows the most beautiful dreams and the dirtiest desires in everyone's heart.

She is the Muse that artists pursue madly, the Siren that makes sailors abandon their reason, the Helen who caused the war in the whole of Greece, and the embodiment of all the sexual desire and beauty in the world. Her every move makes people intoxicated, and her every frown and smile shows her charm and beauty. Even Aenarion was so fascinated that he even forgot to breathe.

Looking at Aenarion's infatuated reaction, the drow girl breathed a sigh of relief. She had succeeded. No one could help but be intoxicated by her beauty.

She calmed down her nervous mood and looked proudly at the Roman emperor, the man who was intoxicated by her beauty, but her breathing stagnated and her heart beat faster. Two blush clouds flew onto her cheeks.

Aenarion's beautiful face, like the stunning face that appeared in her dreams thousands of times at midnight, also made her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself. The two of them stared at each other's bodies almost greedily, wanting to imprint every detail of each other's body firmly in their minds. No one spoke for a while.

It's a psychic power of the same ability.

"It seems that you are the one that the Mamluks have asked me for. Tell me, what is your name and what do you want?"

After an unknown amount of time, Aenarion managed to shake off the intoxicatingly beautiful face, looked at the beautiful drow girl, and asked a question.

"what?"

The drow girl was frightened by the sudden voice and trembled all over. She barely escaped the stunning beauty that Aenarion had imagined. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again, fearing that she would lose her mind again. She tried her best to cover up her gaffe.

"Your Majesty, my name is Moras Philbol, the eldest daughter of the late king of Egypt."

“You Mamluks are really interesting. The one who sent me an Egyptian princess before, and now you send me another one.

But your sister is tied up in a latex suit, dressed like a slave. It is said that there is only one mistress in the whole of Egypt, and the rest are slaves. So, you are also your sister's slave?"

Aenarion looked up. This girl was like a walking aphrodisiac. Just looking at her kneeling back and swaying hips was enough to make even the strongest-willed priest gradually lose his mind.

"Yes, my dear little sister usurped the throne that should have belonged to me, but I did not become a slave. Instead, I escaped and became homeless. Over the years, I have been gathering my old subordinates and trying to take back the throne that originally belonged to me."

Moras's enchanting voice has an added touch of frivolity and charm.

“Your Majesty, as long as you are willing to help me regain the throne, I am willing to marry you, make you the King of Egypt, and rule Egypt together with me, the queen, just like the story of Caesar and Cleopatra.

In thousands of years of history, the only two people who could govern Egypt as non-drow elves were Caesar and Antony. Even Augustus could only appoint governors and recognize drow autonomy.

"The conditions are very tempting, but your sister has already surrendered. She can't compete with me even if she owns the whole of Egypt. You want to be the queen of the drow? Then what is your trump card? Is it your body? Even if I don't agree to you, you can't leave this door today. In this case, my palace in Constantinople is quite big. Little drow princess, why don't you come home with me?"

Aenarion remained unmoved, doing his best to resist the temptation.

"Some Mamluks in the Cairo court are still loyal to me and are my spies."

Faced with Aenarion's naked threat, Morathi's graceful body trembled as she continued to speak.

“Today, they arrived in Alexandria with the Mamluk envoys and gave me two messages.

First, an emir comes to Alexandria to negotiate with you.

Second, there was another emir: Yelbeyi went to Syria in person to negotiate with the Ottoman Sultan.

I don't know what he was going to say to the Ottoman Sultan, but can I guess that what Yelebeyi said to the Ottoman Sultan was exactly the same as what the Emir said to you today?

He even said in front of all the people of Alexandria that the Mamluk nation surrendered to Rome!

What do you think my sister and those Mamluks want to do? Are their promises really better than mine?

Chapter 457: Falling in Love

After hearing what Moras said, Aenarion broke out in a cold sweat. What was the Mamluk doing? While sending an emir to see him, another emir went to see the Ottoman Sultan?

Although I don't know what that person would say to Osman, just thinking about the meeting is creepy.

Aenarion paced nervously in the room, not even bothering to care about the charming girl on the ground. He was frantically speculating and deducing the situation. He couldn't understand why the Mamluks went to Osman at this time. Sultan Selim and I had already reached an agreement to divide the Mamluk land. I got Upper and Lower Egypt and Cyrenaica, and he got Palestine, Syria, and the Arabian Peninsula.

Ask for peace? Cede some land to the Ottomans so that they can stop fighting and let the Mamluks focus on fighting Rome? What a joke! Selim wanted half of the Mamluk territory and the three holy cities. The probability of this being agreed was too low.

Could it be that the Mamluks would rather surrender to the Muslims than to the Orthodox Church, so they simply took Egypt

Offering the entire territory to Selim, hoping to use it as bait to lure him over to fight with him?

This is unlikely. Are these Ottomans crazy? They haven't completely digested the land of Persia, and have been tying down their own war general and half of the legions. How dare they eat up all the Mamluk land while declaring an all-out war with Rome?

But then again, the situation this time is special. I have to go deep inland to Cairo to accept the surrender. If the Ottomans really attack at this time... I really can't afford the risk.

"How can I be sure that you are the eldest daughter of the previous king? The sister of the current Queen of Egypt?"

After walking around the room a few times, Aenarion stopped in front of Morathi again, with his back to this beauty whose beauty and seductive ability were no less than his own.

"Your Majesty, all the royal Mamluks know me. You can also order the painter to draw my portrait and give it to the current Queen of Egypt, saying that you have captured her escaped slave, her biological sister, Moras. At that time, you will be able to confirm that I am telling the truth by looking at her reaction."

Moras knelt on the ground pitifully, looking at Aenarion with longing.

"Originally, I wanted to slowly accumulate strength and take revenge, but now two-thirds of the Mamluks have died on the battlefield, the country is under attack from both sides, and is about to be divided up by you and the Ottomans.

Your Majesty, you are my last chance for revenge. Today, my fate and my future are in your hands. Whether you decide to marry me or send me away as a slave, I will accept it calmly. "

"Stay in the house and don't go anywhere."

Aenarion said nothing, believing the other party's identity 80%. He quickly left the room, arranged for the Royal Guards to keep a close eye on the slave princess, and personally did three things.

First, go to the hidden spy barracks and ask these people to step up their investigation and espionage work on Egypt, mainly to investigate Moras' identity and keep a close eye on the Mamluks' recent communications and meetings, and find out as much as possible.

Afterwards, he sent an urgent letter to Constantinople, asking the Prime Minister of the Inner Court, Gilman, to transport more soldiers and all the undead from Wallachia. After all, zombies and ghouls don't need to breathe, so they can be used as cargo to fill up the ship's hold.

Finally, he sent a legion commander to see the Mamluk Emir and told him that he was not used to the climate in Egypt and had fallen ill after arriving here, so his trip to Cairo might have to be postponed for two days.

After doing all this, Aenarion breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the hidden spy barracks to carefully review all the intelligence they had obtained in Egypt during these days. After reading it, he found that it was almost dawn, so he simply continued to pretend to be sick and hide here to handle government affairs.

When he was not in the Senate, all Roman politics were handled by the seven-member inner court headed by Gillian, but they had to make a copy of all the government affairs they handled and send it to him for his review. At the same time, some important matters concerning the future of the empire had to be reported to the emperor.

Today, Aenarion saw a troubling memorial: it was not about the chaos in the Roman Empire, but the reports regularly sent back by spies far away in the Holy Roman Empire.

When the Holy Roman Emperor confirmed Aenarion's expedition to Egypt, they immediately accelerated their strategic layout: three days ago, King Alfonso V of Portugal died, and the heir was finally confirmed to be the youngest son born to his Habsburg wife: an underage baby wore the crown of Portugal, and the Habsburg princess acted as regent. The three neighboring kingdoms of Castile, Aragon and Navarre were ready to move.

In response, a new Austrian army marched directly to Portugal to help the couple protect the throne and Portugal's colonization of the New World.

More Shinra troops were ready to move in Provence, Carcassonne and Narpont. Aenarion looked at the map and saw that these three pieces of land were the northwest corner of the Mediterranean. If Shinra completely swallowed up these three pieces of land, they would seize all of France's Mediterranean outlets and open up a land route into Spain.

The newly emerging Kingdom of Burgundy was also gradually turning the Netherlands, which would later become the Netherlands, into its core and vigorously developing its maritime power. It was really slow at every step. It had only been a few years since the discovery of the New World, but had the colonization already been so aggressive? Did the Holy Roman Emperor go to such lengths to get a piece of land in Iberia?

Forget it, send some envoys to Iberia to ask, and buy a large amount of corn or potatoes at a high price to see if we can buy these specialty crops of America. Oh, they may not have named these strange plants yet, so let's just give them portraits.

Aenarion was frowning and planning for the future of the empire, while Moras felt very aggrieved.

She had made up her mind to sacrifice everything to regain the throne of queen. Before leaving, she washed herself thoroughly, sprayed herself with the finest perfume, put on the most exquisite makeup, and even took a drow secret potion that greatly increased the chances of pregnancy, as well as an aphrodisiac that prolonged stamina. She was determined to take down the Roman emperor. Her stunning beauty also took effect. In the second half of the process, Aenarion didn't dare to look at herself the whole time, so he could barely keep his sanity. If she could take down the Roman emperor, wouldn't it be easy to do as in the story of Cleopatra?

But, did that guy really go out to handle government affairs like this? ? ?

Moras looked at Aenarion's departing back with some disappointment and some joy. It seemed that he had chosen an outstanding king and an excellent husband for Egypt.

Then she gathered herself together and curled up in bed, waiting for Aenarion to return. She threw back the blankets that she had warmed with her body heat, knelt on the floor, and said tenderly:

The bed has been warmed up and His Majesty can go to bed at any time. He will be unable to control himself when sleeping on the bed warmed by my body temperature and smelling the carefully prepared aromatherapy!

Then, Aenarion worked as a spy for a whole night. Morath was so sleepy that he curled up in his bed and fell asleep, but Aenarion still didn't come back. When he woke up, it was bright outside, and there was still no sign of the Roman emperor.

Anger, grievance, and unwillingness instantly surged into her heart. Her mind was filled with Aenarion's stunning face and how to win him over. There was no room for anything else. She was completely unaware that while she successfully seduced the other party, she seemed to have fallen in love as well.

Chapter 458: Roman Construction Legion

Aenarion really had no time to take care of a drow princess. The next day he was busy controlling the legion, changing the marching plan, and receiving information from Egyptian spies as soon as possible. All of this had to be kept secret from the Mamluks. After all, he was pretending to be sick and slept directly in the barracks that night.

On that day, the spies in Cairo reported that when the news that he was ill and postponed his trip to Cairo for two days reached the Mamluks, a royal falcon flew towards Syria. The speed of this thing was too fast to be intercepted, and no one knew what was written on it, but the falcon did fly towards Syria where the Ottoman Sultan was. Moreover, Yelbeyi did not come back and stayed in Syria.

No matter what the Mamluk and Osman talked about, no matter whether Selim agreed or not, at least he did not refuse.

In the best case scenario, the two are still discussing in Syria and have not reached a consensus, and the falcon is reporting to Yelebeyi.

In the worst case scenario, the two had reached a consensus that Yelebeyi was staying in the Ottoman camp as a hostage, and the letter was for both of them to read together.

On the third day, the second expeditionary force finally arrived. Aenarion gave an order, recovered from his illness, and the five Varangian legions hastily transported from the rear and some naval ships cooperated in garrisoning Alexandria.

The command of the ten main combat legions that participated in the expedition, together with the nineteen vampire lords who were enslaved and controlled by him, nearly 100,000 zombies under his command, and half of the mages of the White Tower, was handed over to the infantry commander, Reiner, the Shield of Varyag, and he was asked to garrison in the Sinai Peninsula to complete his secret mission.

Afterwards, he led ten legions of the Royal Guard, ten thousand men in total, and marched south to Cairo to accept the surrender of the Drow Queen. Aenarion wanted to see what tricks the other party was up to!

The accompanying Mamluks had no objection to Aenarion leaving troops to garrison Alexandria and taking only 10,000 guards to Cairo, but they were greatly surprised when they saw 10,000 main forces and 100,000 zombies arriving in the Sinai Peninsula. They wanted to refuse but could not find a reason. The Mamluks had nominally surrendered completely. The army easily occupied the two castles of Thinis and Phalemeh, and started work according to Augustus's order!

These nineteen vampire lords and one hundred thousand zombies do not belong to the battle sequence of the Roman Empire at all. The combat effectiveness of the zombies is not even as good as that of a militiaman who is skilled in operating a musket. They can only be used to fill the line when necessary. Their biggest role at present is to act as the 007 laborers of the Roman Empire, building the empire day and night. The vampire lords have also transformed themselves into the nineteen biggest foremen of the empire.

Their goal at this time was to dig a Suez Canal that runs through the Mediterranean Sea and the Red Sea.

The history of the construction of this canal dates back to the 12th Dynasty of Egypt, when Pharaoh Senusret III ordered the digging of a canal in order to conduct direct trade via land-based flat-bottomed boats. Later, Ptolemy II of Egypt, Emperor Trajan of Rome, and Caliphs Mansur and Umar of the Abbasid Dynasty all tried to do so. Over the course of thousands of years, the canal has been continuously improved, destroyed, or rebuilt, with repairs and stops.

Reiner's mission was to lead a legion of 10,000 troops, and command 100,000 cannon fodder when necessary, to protect the construction of the canal at all costs.

The mages, who make up half of the total number of the White Tower, are responsible for studying how to construct and dig on the basis of the ancient canal to build a canal that runs through Lake Manzara, Lake Timsah, and Lake Great Bitter Lake, connecting the Mediterranean Sea and the Red Sea, so that their caravels can enter the Indian Ocean.

Aenarion had it figured out very clearly. Apart from Egypt's fertile land, digging this canal was his ultimate goal to take over and control Egypt.

He knew very well that the strength of the Ottoman Empire was built on the centralization of the monarchy, but France also completed the centralization of the monarchy during the Hundred Years' War, and Charles VII became the real King of France, not the Count of Paris. It's just that the land was destroyed and the people's livelihood was impoverished, and he needed some time to lick his wounds. Once he fully recovered, he would reveal the terrifying form of a demon.

The Holy Roman Emperor was first defeated by the Ottoman Empire in Belgrade and then by the Roman Empire, two centralized empires. Seeing another neighbor, France, becoming increasingly powerful, he finally learned his lesson and began centralization eight years ago, establishing a standing army and moving step by step towards monarchical dictatorship. The Habsburgs were about to reach their peak. If they were given time, they would reach the heights of the Ottoman Empire sooner or later.

The booming New World colonization movement will give them unimaginable economic advantages. By then, these two people will be real monsters.

The Roman Empire was in a very bad geographical environment, surrounded by two powerful countries, the Holy Roman Empire and the Ottoman Empire.

Being sandwiched between two large empires, it was already difficult to maintain border defense. On the other side of Italy was Venice, a naval power. Venice was also the first elector of the Holy Roman Empire. Westward expansion was extremely difficult as it was like snatching something from under the bed of the Holy Roman Emperor. It was too difficult to capture and hold an enclave on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean.

But if you don't take it, and rashly participate in the New World trade, all your ships will be stuck in Gibraltar, and also in the straits between Italy and Carthage. It is hard to say how much profit will be left.

One step slow, all steps slow. Aenarion really wanted the right to explore the New World, but he also knew that he did not have the capital and good geographical location to participate in it. He was the first or second naval power in the Mediterranean with a navy comparable to Venice, but he was still suppressed so hard. Let alone the New World, the Ottoman navy.

But it doesn’t matter, even if you can’t get on the ship to colonize America, you can still get on the ship of the Age of Discovery!

I won't go to the Atlantic Ocean! As long as the Suez Canal can be opened, the eagle flag of the Roman Legion will be able to directly plant every inch of Indian land!

India is a damn place with a large population, fertile land, a weak country, and is fragmented. The Delhi Sultanate, the Faruq Dynasty, the Jaunpur Sultanate, and the Vijayanagar Sultanate all come and go, and the loose Holy Roman Empire is considered united compared to them. Throughout history, every country in Central Asia can shit on their heads, and they are the softest of the soft.

Colonizing America also requires a large population to support the colonies. There are so many Indians that they can even be pulled to Europe to fill the gaps in the war. We can even learn from the British in our previous life and shout that the Roman Empire will never surrender until the blood of the last Indian is shed.

Their huge fleet could even cross the Strait of Malacca, reach Zhendan, and engage in trade, using the Maritime Silk Road to replace, substitute, or even cut off the Ottoman Silk Road!

If both goals were achieved, why not give them the entire Americas? As long as they managed India well and colonized Africa, their development speed would not lag behind any of the Western European powers that opened the Age of Exploration.