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Under the order of Augustus, ten legions relied on the wide Nile River to counterattack.

Six Royal Guards Infantry Corps and their accompanying baggage vehicles formed a "C" shape. The only gap was the impassable Nile River. Three Royal Guards Cavalry Corps and one Royal Guards Artillery Corps hid behind them, ready to go. The entire army was like a bright half-moon, forming a "Queyue" formation.

After the deployment was completed, the entire army rested on the spot and waited for the opportunity to attack.

After an unknown amount of time, the southern sky was filled with yellow sand, and the ground beneath Aenarion's feet began to tremble slightly, and the tremor gradually intensified. The sound of horses' hooves crushing the ground, like thunder and war drums, gradually came from afar. After a while, the soldiers at the front could already see Emir's flag.

Ten thousand Mamluk cavalry rushed over, but were stunned when they saw the 360-degree Queyue formation with no blind spots. For a moment, they didn't know where to rush or how to rush.

Among the six thousand guards, three thousand are high elves armed to the teeth. These two-meter-tall elves wear triple armor of cotton armor, chain mail, and halberd armor, hold a phoenix halberd and a kite-shaped shield, and wear purple robes on their shoulders. They stand on the front line like a metal tower. Their secondary weapon, the javelin, is directly replaced by three loaded pistols - this is the treatment only available to the Emperor's Imperial Guards: the Phoenix Guard. Other legions have at most one pistol, and some are even still using javelins.

The other 3,000 were the Varangian Legion, made up of Vikings and Russians. These burly men were 2.67 meters tall on average, half a body shorter than the elves. They wore the same armor and cloaks as the Phoenix Guards, but their left hands were

Holding a two-handed giant axe as a support and carrying a special large flintlock in his right hand, he stood behind the Phoenix Guard and prepared to shoot. The caliber of this thing was more like a smaller version of the ogre's portable cannon than a flintlock.

Behind these terrifying 3 imperial guards, more than 12 gold dwarves were tinkering with forty small -pound cannons for field battles and twenty large -pound cannons for sieges, aiming at this side with a covetous eye.

Although all the Mamluks who participated in the Syrian War were killed and the Ottomans did not reveal the specific details, these Mamluks did not know the power of firearms, but looking at the scary formation, they did not dare to act rashly for a while. A centurion said weakly, "Our goal is only to delay the Roman emperor in Cairo. Now they can't move... can we say we have delayed him, right?"

The Emir who led the troops did not say anything, but he did not order an attack either, which was considered as his consent.

Seeing that the Mamluks refused to take the bait, Aenarion ordered his cavalry to attack. The three thousand Royal Guards were the strongest selected from the High Elves and Tatars. After Constantinople was far ahead of the Italian city-states and was the first to enter the Renaissance, it in turn absorbed many Italian craftsmen, and even attracted a group of plate armor craftsmen, adding several plate armor workshops to Constantinople.

In the past few years, they have forged plate breastplates for Aenarion, and with the addition of some ready-made goods purchased from Italy, they have purchased 3,000 breastplates for 3,000 Royal Guards. The advantage of plate armor is that it is economical and can arm an army of 100,000 at the lowest cost.

This type of breastplate armor is specialized in chest protection and is lightweight, allowing cavalry to fully utilize their speed advantage without becoming armor-less and fragile.

The money and time cost of training a cavalryman is much longer than that of training an infantryman. This kind of breastplate armor greatly improves the survival rate of the cavalry. In pursuit of speed, the defense of the limbs is low. If the arms and thighs are injured, the priest's magic can save them, but if the chest is injured, the person may die on the spot.

These new troops, which have higher defense than light cavalry and faster mobility than heavy cavalry, are called hussars. Half of the high elves come from the Thessaly Basin. These tall and muscular elven riders are equipped with three weapons: hand guns, sabers, and phoenix beak hammers, to adapt to various battlefields.

The other half consisted of the nomadic Tatars who used to roam the Crimea and used bows. They were also equipped with sabers and phoenix-beak maces, but had replaced their handguns with small cavalry flintlock rifles. They could use their range to harass and contain the enemy from a distance, and could also charge directly when necessary.

Under Aenarion's command, the Royal Guards took action. The 100 Tatar Royal Guards formed three 5x long formations. All of them were arranged in a tight formation and slowly advanced forward, like three long walls of flesh and blood.

Seeing the enemy marching out, the Mamluks also responded. Everyone dispersed to reduce the enemy's long-range firepower, and then took out their bows, ready to concentrate fire and destroy the enemy who went out after the enemy entered the effective range of 60 meters - 3,000 cavalry dared to take the initiative to attack 10,000 cavalry? Who were they looking down on?

However, when the two sides were a hundred meters apart, the Tatar guards opened fire, and the hundred cavalrymen in the front quickly pulled the trigger. Three hundred bullets roared in flames and smoke, tearing through the sky and sweeping across the entire battlefield, leaving bloody flowers of death on the Mamluks and their horses, causing them to fall from their horses into a pool of blood.

After a round of shooting, the first row of cavalry immediately urged their horses, 50 men to the left, 50 men to the right, and well-trainedly separated to the two sides, detoured to the back of the array, reloaded ammunition, and left room for the second row of light cavalry to fire, and began the second round of volleys! After the volleys were finished, they dispersed to the two sides again, leaving room for the third row of cavalry to fire... When the fifth row of cavalry fired the fifth round of volleys and dispersed to make way, the first row of cavalry had already reloaded and launched the sixth round of musket volleys.

The extremely fierce cavalry firepower made the Mamluk archers fall like weeds. Even if they were scattered enough, they still suffered heavy casualties under such fierce firepower. The endless sound of musket fire, the miserable screams of the wounded, and the horrific friction sound of metal tearing flesh and blood intertwined together, turning into an extremely terrifying flesh-and-blood music. The phalanx of muskets on horseback made Aenarion's thunder resound over the Nile!

What was even more terrifying was that eighty war horses, pulling forty carriages, rushed out under the escort of the Royal Guards, galloping freely in the yellow sand. Each carriage was loaded with five gold dwarf artillerymen and a 3-pound field gun. They fired wildly at the Mamluks from a distance of half a kilometer. One shell after another, accompanied by a sharp and piercing roar, fell on the enemy's head like raindrops!

A round of hearty gunfire stunned the Mamluks. If they retreated now, they would be chased and attacked by these horseback musketeers and small artillery with carriage-level mobility.

There are only two options now. Either abandon the attempt to stop Aenarion and disperse the entire army in multiple directions, or draw your sabers and charge forward!

The initiative of the war lies in the hands of the army with longer range.

Chapter 462: The Afterglow of the Times

"Withdraw."

At Aenarion's command, 1,500 Tatar guards and artillery carts began to retreat. As the Tatar guards retreated, they twisted their flexible waists behind their backs, shooting backwards as they retreated, continuing their firepower attack.

The same was true for the artillery carriages. Each cannon on the carriage pointed its muzzle at the rear, and it ran as fast as it could.

The hundred years of fighting had caused considerable damage to the Mamluks. Corpses were strewn all over the land and rivers of blood flowed along the way. The entire battlefield was filled with deafening roars and the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

After they entered the vicinity of the Queyue formation, the light cavalry retreated to the north without hesitation, while the imperial guards left some small openings for carriages to pass through, allowing them to return to the safety of the formation. As a result, there was a loophole in the entire formation.

"Now! Charge!"

The Mamluks were extremely excited and immediately launched a charge, hoping to take advantage of the gap to kill through the Queyue formation. However, what greeted them was the extremely fierce firepower attack of the Varyag Guards. One after another, the large-caliber flintlock rifles spewed out dazzling and glaring high-temperature flames, forming a sea of ​​fire in front of the formation. The screams of hundreds of large lead bullets tearing through the air were terrifying, as if thousands of banshees were dancing wildly in the sky! Scream!

The Mamluks who were charging in the first row seemed to have hit an invisible wall head-on, and fell off their horses like weeds, with their chests and limbs splattered with short-lived and sad blood. Their war horses were also badly wounded, and fell to the ground wailing, and then they and their masters were trampled into a pulp by the hooves of the cavalry in the back row.

At this moment, those 12-pound siege guns also made a deafening roar. Huge iron shells fell into the enemy camp like meteorites, blowing the Mamluks' flesh and blood for hundreds of meters. An entire company was wiped out by the firepower of the siege artillery and the continuous fire of the flintlock muskets, and the broken flesh and blood covered the entire battlefield.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be scared! We'll be there soon!"

Several holy warriors rushed to the front, using the magnificent magic of Allah to transform into an invincible holy light shield to cover their brothers who continued to charge. At a distance of 60 meters, they began to draw their bows and shoot arrows, throwing flaming arrows that covered the sky and the sun. The Phoenix Guards and Varyag Guards wearing triple heavy armor were bathed in the rain of arrows without dodging. Their armor was so thick that only their eyes were exposed, and they even had steel helmet brims for protection. As long as the distance was not too close, they could be hit by the muskets. They were not afraid of this backward version of bows and arrows at all.

When the Mamluks rushed to 30 meters, the Phoenix Guards took action. They pulled out the hand guns at their waists as quickly as possible and fired at the cavalry group that was coming in front of them. Then they put them back into their weapon bags and pulled out the second and third guns to continue firing! The three consecutive shots directly cut off the Mamluks' edge. The cavalry rushing in front were almost killed. The desert horses also fell into a state of panic in the deafening noise and the dazzling firelight, and their speed dropped greatly.

After several rounds of volleys, the entire battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Almost one-third of the Mamluks died on the way to the charge. The remaining soldiers dragged their terrified and bloody bodies and barely made it to the Phoenix Guards.

Some people rushed into the formation towards the gap, but several long halberds stretched out from the side, tripping and chopping off the horse's legs, causing the Mamluk to fall to the ground. Then, they were chopped into pieces by the overwhelming Phoenix halberds. The Varyags in the back row also blocked the way forward. In this narrow opening that only carriages could pass through, they fired a round of volleys with large flintlock rifles, and then swung their two-handed giant axes to fight with the Mamluks one by one! The whirring sound of the giant axes waving in the air was accompanied by the shrill sound of breaking through the air, the broken limbs and the minced meat danced together, and the blood was the same color as the sky. This was not a loophole at all, but a dead road to death!

The Mamluks who attacked the Phoenix Guards head-on were not in a much better situation. The White Tower Mages summoned a large number of black bears at the moment of battle, blocking them between the Phoenix Guards and the Mamluks. A large number of Mamluk mages died in Syria, and at this moment the number of mages was no match for the Romans.

The terrifying cavalry charge was all poured onto the meaningless summons. Black bears were torn to pieces by spears in an instant, but it also successfully slowed down the speed of the Mamluk charge.

"For God! For the Empire! For Augustus!!!"

The Phoenix Guards in the first row roared loudly upon seeing this. They placed their Phoenix Halberds on their Kite Shields and advanced forward like a metal tide, slamming fiercely into the Mamluks who had lost their speed and impact power, engaging in a bloody battle. They swept their halberds and swung their scimitars, and the elite troops of both sides fought a bloody battle. Steel collided heavily with steel, and along with a shrill sound, sparks flew in all directions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

After using up all the ammunition in their three-handed muskets, the Phoenix Guards in the second row joined the battlefield, waving Phoenix Halberds, accompanied by corpses falling off their horses, and fought fiercely with the elite Royal Mamluks. Their phoenix-wing-shaped spears pierced the cavalrymen off their horses, their phoenix-tail-shaped axes tore and chopped off the enemy's limbs and torsos time and time again, and their phoenix-beak-shaped pickaxes smashed the iron armor with great force, causing blood and armor fragments to splatter in all directions!

Those 3,000 Royal Mamluks were indeed brave, and their fighting power was even comparable to that of the Phoenix Guards who had run out of ammunition, but they were at a great disadvantage in terms of long-range support. The Varangian shooting corps had been relying on their height advantage to provide fire support behind the Phoenix Guards. Every volley of fire destroyed the Mamluk formation and made it bloody, while the Mamluk archery support could hardly penetrate the triple armor of these imperial guards.

Moreover, the ten thousand Aenarion brought were all elite troops, and Egypt only had three thousand elite Royal Mamluks who could fight them head-on. The seven thousand under him were almost defeated at the first blow, and they attacked the Phoenix Guards.

Every time they charged and broke through the defense, they suffered heavy casualties and even suffered a rout.

At this moment, the 1,500 Tatar guards who had retreated to the north circled in the yellow sand and fought back, trying to cut off all the Mamluks' return routes. The Emir hurriedly dispatched an equal number of light cavalry to stop them, and as a result, the war turned into a one-sided massacre.

Those slave herdsmen and light cavalry were beaten without any chance to fight back in front of the Tatar guards. It was ok for them at range, but when it came to cavalry charges, they were no match for the enemy. The half-sheep Tatars raised their sabers high and charged forward to the sound of Roman war songs. With just one charge, they destroyed the light cavalry formation that had been crippled by muskets!

Several emirs were a little mad. Throughout the whole battle, they were trapped in Aenarion's rhythm and were suppressed from the beginning to the end. That flaw was left to them intentionally. Now that the battle has become like this, let alone victory, even retreating is difficult!

Aenarion was commanding the entire battlefield leisurely in the rear, feeling that he had overestimated the fighting power of these Mamluks. They could fight, but only the top Royal Mamluks could fight. The remaining slaves would almost collapse at the first touch when facing enemies of the level of the Roman Guards, and had no way to fight for a long time.

Times have changed. It is no longer the Middle Ages where a small group of elite cavalry with a large infantry of slaves, serfs, etc. could sweep the battlefield.

"These people all have the slave mark of the Drow Queen in their bodies. It is meaningless to capture them. Instead, they may be manipulated to cause trouble inside our camp. Notice to the entire army to kill them all, leaving no one alive!"

Aenarion looked away from the battlefield, where the outcome was certain, and instead turned his gaze southward toward Egypt.

"Destroy the enemy as quickly as possible! The entire army must march quickly towards Cairo! Don't clean up the battlefield, Egypt's 4,000 years of wealth and history are waiting for you! Before the sun rises the day after tomorrow, I will personally plant the eagle flag of the Roman Empire on the top of Cairo!!!"

Hearing Augustus' order, the imperial guards cheered and burst into even more ferocious murderous intent and fighting spirit. The Mamluks could not break through the defense line of the Phoenix Guards if they advanced, and were surrounded by the Tatar Guards if they retreated. Seven thousand nomadic light cavalry had already collapsed, and the Romans were too lazy to even set up the moon formation. The infantry mixed with fifteen hundred elven riders directly surrounded them from both wings. The key point was that they were really entangled by the Phoenix Guards and could not retreat at all.

Several emirs looked around the battlefield surrounded by enemies and smiled desperately. They could not understand why two-thirds of the Mamluks were annihilated by the Ottoman Empire in Syria without a single person escaping. The enemy's losses were not serious. Two or three hundred years ago, the Mamluks were the most powerful cavalry in the Muslim world, without a doubt. How could they fall into such a situation?

And now, Aenarion told them personally that the times had long since changed drastically, with Greece as the center. These remnants of the old era still refused to surrender in despair. They brandished swords, chanted the name of the Queen of Egypt and Allah, and launched desperate charges again and again. The golden afterglow symbolizing the Mamluks disappeared in the purple torrent, and the intertwined roars gradually left only one sound, which was the war cry of the Romans.

"For God! For the Empire! For Augustus!!!"

Chapter 463: The Imprisoned Queen

Just as Aenarion's firewing spies carefully observed the entire Syrian battle and recorded all the Ottoman weapons and tactics, Selim's Alpharius also carefully observed and recorded the entire encounter that broke out on the Nile River, the Roman tactics and weapons, and immediately passed the information of this battle to Sultan Selim on the Red Sea.

When Aenarion eliminated the last Mamluk and rushed towards Cairo at night, Sultan Selim's order was immediately passed to Mortarion in Cairo through Alpharius, who had already infiltrated the Egyptian court.

Take your men and retreat to the port of Suez on the coast of the Red Sea. I'll be waiting for you here. Let's go and take the two holy cities on the Arabian Peninsula together. Give up Egypt. Now is not the best time to turn against the Romans - but you still have to use some tricks. Pretend that the drow queen would rather die than surrender, and set the entire palace on fire to bury herself. Don't leave any population registers, maps, or farmland volumes to the Romans.

Do it cleanly and without any trace of the Janissaries' arrival in Cairo; if possible, let the whole of Cairo burn.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Mortarion accepted the order respectfully, but did not immediately walk towards the imprisoned drow queen. Instead, he walked towards the Mamluk meeting hall. Her pale armor covered with rust made low muffled sounds as she walked heavily. It would be best to let the Mamluks burn down the palace. After the defeat at the front, Sultan Selim refused to provide support. The remaining Mamluks had lost all their bargaining chips, and now their only way to survive was to follow him.

There are still a large number of Mamluk recruits and civil servants here. If they are all taken away, they will become reserve troops, staff, clerical staff, and logistics for their own legions in due course.

Mortarion began to plan to burn Cairo, while the drow queen, Sadolin, sat on her bed with a dull look on her face. Mortarion's iron chains locked her slender ankles and tender wrists tightly, so that she could only swing with a very small amplitude. Her swan-like slender neck was also

He was put on a steel collar, the other end of which was nailed directly to the wall of the palace, so he could only move around the bed in a small range.

The pale huge iron chains formed a sharp contrast with her dark and petite body. The skin that touched the chains gradually decayed and festered. Horrible green poisonous lines lingered on her tender skin like vines.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

An extremely old, elderly drow maid knocked on the door and looked at her queen with heartache. She looked at the seven death shrouds that belonged directly to Mortarion, and checked the female slaves and the food over and over again. After confirming that everything was correct, she saw the old slave's right hand, which was wrapped in bandages.

"Remove the bandages. We suspect there's something hidden inside."

The old drow slave glanced at them indifferently, and struggled to untie her bandages with her left hand, revealing her right hand: the skin and nails of her entire right hand had been peeled off, and her aging muscles were exposed to the air, bloody, and the palms and backs of her hands were branded with dark slave marks.

"Come in, you drow are really good at making a fool of yourself."

The Janissaries said with disgust, and asked the old slave to wrap his right hand with a bandage, then walked in slowly and placed the delicious food in front of the queen. Sadolin trembled and barely raised her little hand. Her rotten skin touched the cold iron chain, which hurt so much that she screamed in pain and fell back onto the bed with her arms weakly.

"Don't raise your hands, Your Majesty. Let me feed you."

The drow slave girl who had served the royal family all her life felt distressed when she saw this situation. She cursed the Ottomans for their rudeness in her heart, but she could do nothing. She picked up the spoon with her left hand and fed the queen herself - her right hand, whose skin and nails had been peeled off, seemed unable to move normally.

Sadolin had a dull look on her face and subconsciously swallowed the food in her mouth. The past events replayed in her mind like a kaleidoscope.

What did he do wrong to make the kingdom that his mother had handed down to him become like this? The Mamluks directly colluded with outsiders to seize power and completely sidelined him to become a mascot? A decoration that controlled the slave contracts of all of Egypt?

Did she finally become the Queen of the Drow, win the extremely depressing, terrifying and suffocating battle for the throne, and start to eat, drink and have fun in revenge, releasing her nature as she pleases?

Did he believe the words of the Royal Mamluks in order to consolidate his throne and kill almost all the relatives of the Philbol family who had the right of inheritance? Did he kill all the aunts and even the two biological sisters who grew up with him, and directly turned them into the lowest pets? The second sister was reduced to a stupid ball of lint, and the eldest sister Moras defected from Cairo and disappeared?

Were the Royal Mamluks so good that they even defeated the terrifying Mongol Western Expedition Army? In addition, the slave contracts were irreversible, so they simply threw the power of the country to these slaves? As a result, they gradually took control of the government and became the actual rulers of the empire, while they hid in the arena and enjoyed the bliss of life every day? ? ?

Am I really just a useless person who only cares about pleasure?! I am the most outstanding heir chosen by my mother! The queen of all Egypt! The protector of the Caliph!!!

Sadolin's body was shaking violently, unable to accept this fact. In a rage, she burst out with strength from nowhere and threw all the food off the bed, spilling all kinds of delicacies all over the floor.

“Don’t pretend to be loyal here! No one reported to me what the Mamluks did! No one! Those royal Mamluks said they were loyal to the queen until death! But they sold me to the Ottomans!

Syria's defeat, the Roman invasion, Osman's swordsman Vikiel entering the palace fully armed... So many important things, all the maids and eunuchs in the palace knew about it! But you didn't say a word! You said nice things one by one, that you will always be the servant of the Queen of Drow and serve the Philbol family forever, but now you don't say a word to me? Now I am a prisoner of Osman, why are you pretending to be considerate? !

Ah, I remember you, Rosalind, you are my mother's most trusted maid, you swore to be loyal to the Philpot family for life, this is your loyalty? Have you let your promises go to dogs? Get out!!!"

Sadolin hugged herself tightly. For a moment, she felt extremely lonely, helpless, and cold.

My mother died, I killed all my relatives, one of my sisters ran away, another went crazy, and the Mamluks, whom I once trusted and relied on, sold me out and turned me into a mascot... Who else can I trust in this world? ? ? Who else stands by me? ? ?

No wonder the Emperor of Zhendan called himself a lonely man. In this position, there is only calculation of interests and no sincerity at all.

Looking at the queen whose face was filled with anger and pain, the slave girl sighed, ordered the servants to prepare a meal, and then knelt on the ground helplessly.

"Your Majesty, what can I do? Do you remember how many of your attendants were alienated, dismissed, or even killed by you when you first ascended the throne because they reported state affairs to you when you were having the most fun? And how many drow elves who were truly loyal to you and your mother were excluded and killed by the current Mamluks? And then replaced by the current group of people's confidants?

How many positions that should have been occupied by the drow were given to foreign slaves by you? Your mother just wanted to train a foreign slave army, but she didn't expect that they would become the real slaves during your reign.

The interest groups that control the entire kingdom.

If I really report all these things to you in detail, not only will the Mamluks kill me, but you will probably be so angry that you will throw me into the Colosseum to be eaten by that young dragon.

I entered the Philbol family when I was young and served your grandmother, your mother, and have been with you for 1,300 years. I witnessed Egypt's rise to glory under your mother's hands, and also witnessed Egypt's gradual decline in your hands.

When the gods fought in the third century, I was there, accompanying your ancestors in the bloody battle with the contemporary Augustus - no matter what, I will accompany you to the end and witness the end of the Philbol family together."

Listening to the sincere words of the old slave, Sadolin's angry body instantly collapsed, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her anger just now was just an excuse to shift the blame, to prove that she was not such a waste, not so useless, and that the situation in Egypt was not entirely her fault!

The Mamluks, who were ambitious and had ulterior motives, should bear the main responsibility.

But she could not refute the other party's words at all. Things turned out like this because of her own willfulness and indulgence. Thinking of this, accompanied by the cold sound of the iron chains colliding, her petite body curled up on the bed and cried silently. Drops of tears of regret ran across her dark cheeks and wet the entire mattress.

Chapter 464: Blood God Kane

Seeing the little queen's grief-stricken look, the old servant looked at her with more pity and contempt. Outside the room, several death shrouds holding giant sickles were also watching the queen's every move covetously. No one wanted to cause trouble at such a critical moment. After a while, several servants brought the meal again, with knives, forks, spoons, a roast chicken covered with honey and spices, and a pancake.

"Your Majesty, if you had the opportunity to change everything, would you still be so willful?"

The old slave girl looked at the queen in front of her with pity, and she nodded while crying, as if she was regretting everything she had done during her reign. The Death Guards in charge of surveillance looked at the imprisoned queen as if she were watching a joke, and they were crying like a child.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the old slave raised his left hand and slapped his queen hard.

"Crying? Why are you crying?! I have served your family for three generations. Your grandmother led the drow elves to travel across Syria. To the east, she defeated the Persian offensive several times. To the west, she once seized most of Asia Minor and was able to compete with Aurelian for the position of Augustus!

And your mother has become the only mistress of all the drow elves! How could such a hero give birth to a loser like you! You are obsessed with pleasure, ignore state affairs, and are under house arrest, just sitting here in a daze and crying?! You have done so many wrong things, and you really want another chance? You really nod? You are dreaming!"

The old maid slapped the queen again, and the slap was particularly crisp and loud.

"I……"

After receiving two hot slaps in the face, the little queen stopped crying, but the shame and unwillingness in her eyes became more and more intense. She felt that the old slave was laughing at her and making fun of her. The Janissaries had no desire to dissuade him and just watched the show.

"Look, these Ottoman slave soldiers didn't even stop me from attacking you! You are no longer a queen, you have become a trophy of the Janissaries! A slave girl!

Do you know what happened to Ismail's harem? The Sultan kept some women in his harem, gave some as gifts to other monarchs to maintain peace, and gave others directly to soldiers, becoming tools for the dark elves and ogres to vent their desires! They were raped day and night, and they couldn't stop even after they got pregnant! Now your status is no different from those sex slaves!"

"That's right! According to the rules, you are the trophy of our Death Guard Legion! Our legion leader is also a woman, and she is not interested in you. Who knows, she might give you to us as a reward! Brothers have never tasted the taste of black skin."

The death shrouds outside the door whistled frivolously and then continued to watch the show. The boring guard mission had been going on for too long.

Seeing that she had the support of the Janissaries, the old slave became more presumptuous and spat in her food.