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And at this moment, Constantine XI dropped the third bombshell.

"Brothers and sisters of the Dark Angels, why do you follow Muhammad? He is eager for quick success and is brave but not wise. He has forced you to die under the walls of Constantinople many times. What's more, he is the child of a lowly sex slave and a whore! Even his appearance is completely different from that of the Turkish royal family. As soon as he ascended the throne, he slaughtered all the Turkish royal family members who threatened his succession! He even forced his stepmother to remarry!

How can such a person be qualified to inherit the Ottoman throne? How can he be qualified to be your Sultan? ! "

Constantine XI suddenly pulled off the cloak of the burly man next to him—he turned out to be an ogre! His hideous face was covered with fat, seven or eight layers of chins covered his neck tightly, and his long black hair was braided into a barbaric Turkic braid.

"Look! This is the last descendant of the Ottoman royal family! Orhan! Sultan Murad's cousin, Muhammad's fourth uncle! He has been staying in Constantinople to maintain friendly relations between the Ottomans and the Romans. Such royal blood! Such a burly and majestic ogre! Only he deserves your loyalty! Only he deserves to be the true Sultan of the Ottoman Empire!!!"

After hearing the words of the Roman emperor, the last loyalists within the Dark Angels were shaken. They were indeed loyal to the Ottomans, but they were loyal to the old Sultan who had died. Muhammad had just come to power, and his kindness and power had not spread to the various legions at all. He even had grudges against many legions. This fatal weakness became a breakthrough for the Romans.

What's more, what he said makes sense. Orhan is more qualified than Muhammad to inherit the throne of Sultan. If, if

We supported Orhan to become the Sultan, so doesn't that mean we all have the merit of following him?

Besides, can we refuse? Now we are all in Roman prisons, and this is our only chance.

After a fierce ideological struggle, all the inner circle members, with various different ideas and thoughts, knelt on the ground and swore allegiance to their new Sultan.

Chapter 234: Training an Angel

After successfully making an entire Dark Angel rebel, Aenarion immediately manipulated Llane as if he were a puppet and wrote a letter as the Ottoman Warmaster to the Albanian Seventh Legion: the Sultan's Fist, ordering them to withdraw from Albania and come to Thessaly to rescue the "trapped" First Legion.

At the same time, he also wrote a letter inviting Skander to accompany him in pursuing the retreating Seventh Legion, preparing to encircle and destroy them at the pass of the Pindus Mountains.

Ryan was captured alive and the news of the rebellion has not spread yet. If she is lucky, she should have time to use her status as a war commander to kill a legion and relieve herself of some pressure. Once the Ottoman forces in Albania disappear, her west will be bordering on the territory of Skander. She will have no worries and can devote herself to the Northern Expedition.

Even if you fail, you will only lose the money of a piece of paper.

After completing these operations, the next step was the wedding with Lion. Lion, trapped in the body, watched with her own eyes as Aenarion controlled her body, inciting the Dark Angels to rebel and harming the Sultan's Fist. He did one sensational thing after another, and was so angry that she trembled all over and broke out in cold sweat. She was cold all over in the hot summer, but she could do nothing about it.

All the previous things combined are not as infuriating as this one!

He, he actually controlled his body and made himself apologize to his father Luther! He said a lot of disgusting words that he would never say even if he died! He even put on a scene of a loving father and a filial daughter, and they were all happy. Although he was very happy to reconcile with his father, the process was so embarrassing!

Afterwards, with the help of several maids, she put on her dark green armor again, and then put on a white lace wedding dress, and attended the wedding in military uniform. She went through the sacred and solemn wedding process in the mosque with the man whom she wished to eat her flesh and sleep on her skin.

A Muslim imam, who is similar to a Christian priest, began to preside over this great marriage in the sound of holy music. First, the parents of both parties, Luther El'Jonson and Angel White, gave their most sincere blessings to their children.

Llane also revealed a refreshing smile under the control of the domination spell, and agreed to marry Aenarion in front of all the inner circle of dark angels.

Emperor Constantine and Sultan Orhan, who was supported by him, personally witnessed the marriage between the war generals of the Roman Empire and the Ottoman Empire.

Seeing that this marriage had received triple approval from the parents, the couple, and the witnesses, the imam recited Chapter 24, Verse 32 of the Koran in a melodious and joyful voice. Under the sacred chanting of religious personnel, the two exchanged rings and completed all the procedures. The dark angels and fallen angel veterans, who were wearing blood-stained armor and had just come down from the battlefield, all offered their blessings to their commander and were sent into the room amid boiling celebrations.

Aenarion felt a little bored as he watched his puppet looking at him lovingly. He modified the effect of the domination spell and only controlled her body, giving up control over her head. The gentle and happy expression disappeared in an instant. Ryan gritted his teeth as he looked at the elf who had gone through the wedding process with him, wishing he could cut it into pieces!

"Come on, you piece of crap! I'll just treat it like a dog bite."

"Are you impatient? Don't worry, we still have plenty of time."

Aenarion slowly peeled off Lion's armor, as if stripping away her last dignity. Every time a piece of plate armor fell to the ground with a sound of metal collision, Lion's heart sank a little.

Her tall and graceful figure, with the black armor peeled off, revealed a ray of tempting spring light in the bridal chamber, pieces of white and tender beautiful flesh, inch by inch of flawless skin, all exposed to Aenarion's eyes.

At first, the Ottoman warlord was still cursing, but when her two white breasts, which were slender enough to be held in one hand, were stripped off from the breastplate and the coat, and two seductive curves were swaying in the air, she closed her delicate red lips and stared into Aenarion's eyes with an unyielding look.

"Don't look at me like that. You know how much you have done with the Dark Angel. I am only returning the favor for everything you have done to the High Elves."

Aenarion's rough hands caressed the six-winged knight's flexible and slender waist, which had six abdominal muscles, and felt the terrifying power hidden under her graceful body. He then reached out and grabbed her well-proportioned and soft lower breasts, lifting them up, weighing her weight, letting a crystal clear pink grape sway in the air in a fascinating trajectory.

Well, not as good as my mother, Astarielle and those big-breasted Slaanesh elements, but not small either, just normal level.

Lion looked at Aenarion viciously, but it made him even more excited - he unlocked the facial control just to make her less submissive and make this rare night of love so boring.

Aenarion's hands moved down, brushing over her slender, toned figure.

's thighs, throwing her last dignity to the ground. Now, her snow-white body was clearly visible in front of him, and the golden fluff was as bright and shining as her hair.

"Let me think about it. How did you deal with the army of Epirus? How did you deal with the Queen of Epirus? By the way, you have been a knight for so long, why don't you learn to be a warhorse for a while?"

Aenarion used a gigantism spell on Llane, causing the Slav, who was only 1.8 meters tall, to expand twice in size. He then ordered the high and mighty, nightmare-like warmaster to kneel on the ground like the lowest mare, moving on his palms and knees, with his straight back bent downward into a sexy arc, his two round, white buttocks raised high, as if waiting for his master's favor.

Aenarion turned over and rode on her flexible waist. He grabbed her long golden hair with one hand as a rein and slapped her beautiful buttocks with the other hand. Amid the slapping sounds, he felt the amazing elasticity of the snow-white buttocks. With every slap, his fingers would sink deeply into the snow-white buttocks, wrapped in the white and attractive flesh. The soft touch was so unforgettable.

And Ryan's body, under his command, crawled in the room like a mare. Zhan's face was flushed. He had a hundred ways to kill this human who dared to ride on his back and use him like a mare, but he could not break free from the slavery of the domination technique!

And Aenarion seemed to do it intentionally, constantly slapping his right hand on his buttocks, controlling the strength just right. Not only did he not feel any pain, but instead he felt a strange kind of pleasure. Sometimes he deliberately slapped the middle position, and his rough fingers caressed the pink buds that were about to bloom, and the flexible beans that had already been engorged and erect. His feet also kept hitting his sagging breasts.

And her body actually responded to his series of teasing, and the gurgling stream wet the tender pink buds that were about to bloom.

After riding for a while, Aenarion also keenly noticed the changes in the other party's body, turned over and dismounted, and the duration of the giant transformation spell also expired, so she returned to her normal size.

"Wow, don't you want this so badly?"

Aenarion's fingers gently brushed across the wet buds, and a few drops of love juice formed a sticky water line on his fingers. When Lion looked at him, in addition to anger, there was also a hint of shyness and lust.

"Come on, lick it clean."

Aenarion regained control of Lion's mouth, manipulating her small tongue to lick the semen off her fingers, and even took the finger into his mouth and rubbed it carefully.

"Humiliate me as much as you want, Aenarion. There will come a day when your domination will not be able to penetrate my magical defenses. There will come a day when you will have expended too much mana on the battlefield and will not be able to continue this spell. That will be our moment of reckoning, and I will make you pay double."

"I look forward to it, dear Warmaster."

Aenarion ignored Llane's warning and held her naked white body, laying her face down on the bed so that he could see her facial expression clearly. He then grabbed a pair of slender and round legs with both hands and spread them apart, exposing her secret in the air. Then, the hard marble column slowly squeezed open the tender buds, allowing the budding flowers to quietly bloom under his nourishment, and drops of blood turned into fallen plum blossoms on the sheets.

Lion pretended as if nothing had happened. The pain of losing her virginity was nothing compared to the pain on the battlefield. Her proud and cold face showed only contempt as she looked at Aenarion provocatively. The old Slaanesh was not impatient either. He used the knowledge he learned from Slaanesh and his drow mother to slowly thrust in and out, caressing every wrinkle and every piece of soft flesh in the pink vagina, looking for the opponent's weakness.

Just as his marble column collided with a densely wrinkled flesh wall, suddenly, Ryan's contemptuous expression froze, and he took a breath of cold air. His pupils began to dilate slightly, and his entire acupoints suddenly contracted, tightly wrapping around Inarion's marble column, obviously suffering a great stimulation.

Aenarion shook his waist and immediately launched a violent attack on the opponent's most sensitive weakness! For a moment, the sound of flesh hitting each other, the lewd sound of water splashing, and the increasingly flustered and rapid breathing of the opponent intertwined together, rendering the air in the room even more charming.

At first, Ryan was able to remain calm, but as time went by and she was stabbed directly at the heart of her flower, her cold and beautiful face could no longer maintain the disguise. Red clouds flew across her face, beads of sweat covered her forehead, her tender red lips made alluring spring moans, and her pair of heroic and beautiful eyes became blurred. Under the attack of the old hand of Slaanesh, she enjoyed unprecedented pleasure, and her consciousness and thoughts were pushed to the sky of bliss in the violent collisions again and again!

Aenarion stopped suddenly, and Lion even subconsciously moved her slender waist and beautiful buttocks to continue the beauty and bliss. However, her body was unable to move at all under the influence of the domination technique. She was so anxious that she was sweating all over. Strands of golden hair were stuck to her snow-white and attractive skin.

"Do you want it? Why don't you call me Master?"

Aenarion slowly trained the Warmaster, but the other's blurry eyes suddenly regained clarity and looked at him coldly. In the huge emptiness that was separated from the pleasure, he gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to let go.

Well, it's worthy of being Oss.

Warmaster of the Man Empire, it seems that there is still a long way to go to tame the evil.

"Okay, I won't let you scream, but come sing a little song to liven up the atmosphere."

Aenarion regained control of Llane's mouth and made her sing the Ottoman national anthem. In the passionate Turkish war song "Ancestors and grandfathers, lineages and fathers," he once again moved his waist, lifting the spirit and will of the warmaster to the sky of bliss!

At this moment, Ryan's mind was in a mess, he was almost crying out of humiliation, he was forced to marry his enemy at the most desperate and helpless moment, forced to take his virginity, and had to sing the military song of the Ottoman Empire and the Janissaries as the highest glory, while being pressed down by the enemy and conquered physically and mentally!

What she had done to other slaves in the past, it was finally her turn. Her increasingly disordered breathing made her singing more intermittent and more obscene, which made Aenarion more excited and his attack more fierce.

And this is not the most troublesome thing. Even in such a humiliating situation, my body was very faithful and gave me the happiest experience.

The most holy clergy such as paladins and priests all require high perception, which makes the bodies of holy nuns and paladins the most sensitive. The paladins who can become warmasters and are one step away from legends have perceptions far beyond ordinary clergy! The physical pleasure felt by others is simply heavenly bliss for me! The paradise and heaven mentioned in the Koran are probably just like this.

Under Aenarion's skilled humiliation and fierce attack, and under the extreme physical pleasure and happiness, Llane was defeated step by step, and after a hot current rushed into his body, he finally could not hold it back, and his lower body burst into fluids. His spirit and will were also in ecstasy, and he fainted. The intermittent battle songs also came to an abrupt end.

Chapter 235: Integrated Cannon

Lion felt herself falling into the abyss of ecstasy. The extremely high perception of a paladin made her body several times more sensitive than that of an ordinary person. She could not hold herself back under the fierce attack of Aenarion, the veteran of Slaanesh. She fainted in ecstasy again and again, and woke up in ecstasy again and again. The cycle of wakefulness and coma made her whole consciousness begin to disperse. Her cold and beautiful face revealed a smile that seemed to be teased. Her lilac tongue popped out of her red lips. She gasped like a dog, her pupils rolled up, and there was only the darkness of ecstasy before her eyes.

The next day, Aenarion regained control over her, walked out of the room intimately with Lion, showed his affection in front of the fallen angels and dark angels, and mended the rift among them. Then, Aenarion led a group of Athenian officials and rushed into Larissa's treasury.

According to official statistics of the Ottoman Empire, the big city of Larissa has 50,000 citizens, the big city of Voros also has 50,000 citizens, plus some small cities and towns, the urban population of the entire Thessaly province is a total of 160,000, and the rural population is as high as 1.1 million, of which more than 96% are high elves. In addition, there are a large number of slaves of the Dark Angels, as many as 300,000, adding up to 1.56 million, which is five times the population of the Athenian Despotate!

There should be no problem with this number, as it is similar to the result obtained by mobilizing farmers and counting the number of households some time ago. However, you only need to look at the number of acres of land recorded by the Ottoman authorities. The tax farming system they used only looked at the number of people and not the land - this thing has conservatively not been updated for 50 years and has long been out of date.

With this detailed household statistics list, many tasks can be done much easier. Aenarion first dispatched the army, dismissed all officials in the province of Thessaly, and brought them all back to Larissa. They were almost all high elves, and had to become spies under the attack of Osman's army.

While this group of people were trembling in fear, Aenarion carefully investigated their information. As long as they had done good work during the Ottoman Empire, they would be pardoned. Even those with just enough political achievements would be pardoned. As for those who were lame or even bullied men and women, they would be beaten to death in front of everyone.

Seeing some officials being beaten to death with sticks in front of everyone, the remaining officials became even more frightened. Just when they were terrified and desperate, Aenarion took Llane's hand and came to them personally. He helped them up one by one, pardoned their sins, and gave them official documents stamped with the seal of the Governor of Thessaly and the Despot of Athens, employing them as officials of the Despotic State of Athens.

“Don’t be afraid. Those who died were all parasites who helped the Ottomans oppress the people, or were lazy and took bribes. They were trash, so I killed them. You are all excellent talents cultivated by the Roman Empire. I know that you were only forced to help them under the threat of the Ottomans. All this is because the empire lost the war and Thessaly decades ago, so you were forced to serve those Turks. All the mistakes are borne by me alone, and you are not guilty at all.

But now, the Roman Empire is back, are you willing to join the empire once again?"

The elves looked at the documents in their hands in disbelief. One second they thought they were dead, but the next second they were reinstated. The elves almost cried after the ups and downs. They knelt at Aenarion's feet and vowed to return to the empire.

After solving the problem of officials, it was time to deal with the slaves. Aenarion waved his hand and used the money in the Thessaly treasury to buy grain from the farmers in the province of Thessaly. Then, with this grain, he freed 300,000 slaves and turned them into free people.

All the people were moved back to Athens, and they were asked to reclaim the abandoned fields in Athens and prepare to start farming this autumn.

The population of Thessaly is almost saturated, while there are a lot of vacant land and wasteland in Athens, all caused by decades of bloody wars and the Ottoman Empire's unlimited plunder of slaves. With these 300,000 laborers, Athens should be able to restore its normal production capacity within a few years.

Then, most importantly, Aenarion began to gradually abolish tenants and serfs, and gave them land just as he had given soldiers, because only with permanent property could there be permanent determination. The former landlords were not liquidated, and their property continued to be retained, and the land that could save their lives was also given, but the excess was taken away and given to serfs and tenants.

At the same time, the government monopoly on salt, iron and wine also spread to the whole of Thessaly. All the salt mine owners and wineries became state-owned assets, providing Aenarion with a steady stream of financial income.

After dealing with the people's livelihood, Aenarion turned his attention to military force. This time his losses were indeed heavy. After defeating 3,000 Fallen Angels, only 2,300 were left. The Eastern Roman Armored Paladins suffered no losses, as their armor was too thick, even the Janissaries found it difficult to open it. However, the Hurricane Wings lost 200 men, and half of the Fire Wing recruits who were attacked from both sides died, and the remaining 500 were all injured.

The Dark Angels also suffered heavy losses. Apart from the Steel Wings that all rebelled, only 300 of their most elite Death Wings were left dead. Countless others were killed by the lances of the Knights Hospitaller and the flames of the golden dragon under Hepans' crotch.

The Raven Wing troops responsible for the swift assault suffered heavy casualties, and now there are only three hundred left.

The heavy Hurricane Wing troops responsible for boarding the ship were just enough, with more than a thousand people left.

Only 300 of the Fire Wing troops, who were responsible for espionage and also served as part-time cavalry, were left dead.

Only the Dreadwing troops responsible for spells and artillery bombardment suffered no losses and still had a strength of 1,000 people. This group of artillerymen only arrived in Macedonia after the war, dragging heavy cannons. Aenarion wrote a letter in the voice of Lion, asking them to come quickly, and then brought all the Dark Angels and Fallen Angels to surround this severely lagging and out-of-date army and forced it to surrender. Now, there are only 2,900 Dark Angels left in total.

At this point, the Dark Angels, which had a legion of over 10,000 at its peak, now only had 5,200 left. Almost half of the Janissaries were wiped out in this civil war, and almost everyone left was injured.

Aenarion reunited the six wings of angels into a professional legion that was good at cavalry, artillery, and air force, so as to exert their greatest power, and he confidently handed them over to Merrill and Luther for command. After all, these Janissaries had followed them for so many years and they had a tacit understanding with each other. If he suddenly parachuted in to take command, he would probably not do better than the two of them.

Merrill received great favor from him and was appointed War Marshal of Athens. Luther was his father-in-law, and the high-level Dark Angels were all Lion's direct confidants, while Lion was in his hands and was still his wife in name. He could manipulate Lion to appoint and dismiss the inner circle and senior members, and his control over the Dark Angels was much stronger than that of the Sultan.

As for his four Spanish phalanxes, there was no loss of 4,000 people. They were not as elite as the fallen angels, but their defense was full and their mobility was almost zero. Ryan avoided these iron turtles from beginning to end, resulting in almost no losses for them.

When Athens had a population of 300,000, it dared to send out 4,000 professional soldiers. Now Athens and Thessaly together have a population of 1.86 million. It is time to expand the army. Aenarion plans to expand the Spanish phalanx to six, and then add some other special arms, and then expand the scale of the artillery to create a regular army of 10,000 people.

He had accepted all the military factories, iron foundries, and horse farms in Thessaly from the Eastern Roman Empire, the Dark Angels, and the Ottoman Turks. Together with the blacksmiths that Albania had assisted him with, the number of his own craftsmen had almost doubled, and the production capacity of armor, weapons, muskets, and gunpowder had been greatly enhanced.

With these huge production capacity buildings and craftsmen, Aenarion began to improve the artillery, starting with the cannon craftsmanship. At that time, the barrel was spliced ​​together and then fixed with copper hoops. Due to the limitations of this crude craftsmanship, not too much gunpowder could be added each time, the explosion power was not great, the range of the artillery shells was short, and the size could not be made too large.

But it doesn't matter, Aenarion used the methods of later generations to improve it.

First, directly create a cannon mold, pour in steel, brass and other alloys that have been burned into molten iron, and pour it into an extremely thick solid copper column, and then slowly hollow out its barrel. Although this method is more troublesome and the speed of casting cannons will also increase, the solidity of this one-piece poured barrel is several times that of the current spliced ​​barrels! It can withstand a larger dose of black powder explosion, greatly improving the power and range of the shells. The previous stone cannons can be slowly melted, and all the materials will be used to cast this new one-piece cannon.

After having such a sturdy artillery, the shells must also be improved, from granite shells to solid iron shells. The mass of iron is about three times that of granite, and the weight is three times that of stone shells of the same size! The destructive power will also be greatly improved. Anyway, the barrel is sturdy, and the amount of gunpowder can be greatly increased. The one-piece barrel can withstand the impact of such an explosion.

Although iron shells contain some scrap iron, as long as there is a mold, the melted iron can be poured into the mold to cool, and a shell can be made in an instant. It is not like granite shells, which require several craftsmen to make a piece of granite.

The rock is ground into a ball after half a day of grinding, and its efficiency and destructive power are greatly improved.

Chapter 236: New Warmaster

After completing the firearms upgrade, Aenarion turned his attention to horse farms. Horses were of utmost importance: in the entire ancient Greek world, only the huge plain of the Thessaly Basin had the conditions for grazing horses - Macedonia routinely expelled people of ancient Greek origin.

Although the Thessalian warhorse is not very tall, it is very strong and has explosive power. After entering the Roman Empire era, the brave and loyal Andalusian warhorse of Spain, the tall and strong Oriental warhorse of Persia, the swift and agile Sarabide horse of North Africa, the exquisite and swift Arabian horse of the Arabian Desert, and even the Ferghana horse of Central Asia and the Western Regions were all used by the Romans for hybrid experiments in various horse farms, and the Thessalian was one of them.

The grooms of the Roman Empire bred generations of mixed-breed war horses based on merit, picking out the best horses in each generation to be bred as stallions. Over the course of hundreds of years, while retaining other breeds of war horses, they successfully bred a mixed-breed war horse with a shoulder height of more than 1.8 meters, which possessed strength, endurance, and explosiveness, and was quite good-looking. They named it the Elf Warhorse according to the location.

The only drawback of these horses is that they are too tall and big, so they eat a lot and are a bit expensive. They are usually only used by armored cavalry or heavy cavalry responsible for charging into battle. Other scouts use small and agile horses.

But no matter what, after conquering Thessaly and gaining a huge population, he finally conquered a horse farm and had an endless supply of high-quality war horses. He could learn from the Dark Angels and make some chariot cannons.

As I said, the parabola theory had not been invented yet, and the accuracy of artillery was very poor. It was better to catch a shot from close than to fire ten solid cannons from a distance. Aenarion directly ordered the casting of a batch of 200-pound cannons weighing about 3 kilograms, which could fire 1.36-kilogram iron bullets, and could also fire shotshells of the same mass or even higher.

Although it was small in size, its power could be made up by distance. This thing was small and light. It could be pulled by a carriage and charged directly into the enemy's face. A small iron cannon fired from a distance of more than 3 meters was definitely more accurate and deadly than a large-caliber cannon from a distance of meters. It could even fire shotgun shells at a closer distance! With the horse farm in Thessaly, they could select high-quality war horses to pull this kind of artillery carriage with a -pound cannon, which greatly increased the mobility and flexibility of their artillery.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that we won’t carry large-caliber artillery. This kind of small artillery vehicle is just a supplement to the artillery, and both types must be carried.

After issuing many orders and laws in one breath, Aenarion was somewhat exhausted. At this moment, information from outside was also transmitted back.

His deception of the Seventh Legion was almost successful. The commander of the Sultan's Fist, Rogal Dorn, and his 6,000 soldiers abandoned Albania and prepared to support Thessaly. However, just as they were about to enter the pass of the Pindus Mountains and fall into Aenarion's death trap, someone leaked the news, and the Seventh Legion performed a sharp turn on the spot, and the entire army withdrew to Macedonia through another route.

Although it was a bit of a pity, the Ottoman forces in the entire Greek peninsula had been completely eradicated, Thessaly was in their own hands, Epirus had successfully restored its country, and joined the Eastern Roman Empire, willing to become a vassal state. After the withdrawal of the Seventh Legion, all cities and castles in Albania opened their gates to welcome the royal army accompanied by Skander, and the Albanian Kingdom of the Golden Dwarves was completely rebuilt.

Now, the anti-Ottoman countries in Greece have united together. The situation cannot be said to be just good, it can be said to be very good.

Just as the Christian forces were celebrating, a piece of sad news weighed on their hearts.

Although the Christian coalition won victory after victory in Greece, it captured Epirus, Thrace and Albania in one fell swoop.

But in Asia Minor, Muhammad won.

The Ottoman expedition against Karaman was kept extremely secret. If it weren't for the existence of the fallen angels, Aenarion would not have known about it. When they were at the gates of the city, the old cripple Timur finally reacted and urgently dispatched a general with cavalry to raid, and took the armies of two vassal states, Ramazan Bey and Dukadir Bey, to rescue Karaman and buy time for himself. He then urgently recruited troops and prepared to enter Asia Minor for the second time.