Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Vol 5 Chapter 24: Jungle noble

The birch forest looks like it is stained with a thin layer of light snow, and the crystal-white trees make the forest look like a beautiful snow scene and active ice sculptures.

With the mountain, the woods became thicker and deeper inside, and the road that could be recognized in front was gradually covered by thick leaves on the ground, and as deep into the woods, even the sun above the head was covered by the large canopy branches Blocking, even in the winter when the dead leaves have fallen, it is difficult to see the direction of the sun when you raise your head.

Strangers will quickly get lost in the depths of such woods. Except for the trees that look the same everywhere, people walking here will become dazed or even panicked because they lose their direction.

The birch forest in winter is very gloomy, but it reveals the beauty of the killing, but such a place has a fearful secret.

In the depths of this huge birch forest, there is a swamp, and the fallen leaves accumulated throughout the year become fresh fertilizer, making this land fertile and soft, but this is dangerous and terrible, even in winter When those hard-to-see land step on, the ground will sink quickly, and then the cold muddy water will tightly entangle the legs of the unlucky person, whether it is human legs or four legs of animals, because of stepping into this bottomless The abyss cannot be extricated, and the consequence of the panic struggle is that it sinks deeper and deeper. When the leg is completely sunk, the body that cannot be leveraged will sink faster, and when it reaches the chest, the victims will gradually become depressed. Losing consciousness and strength, the neck will gradually drown, and the victim can no longer breathe at this time. The final struggle of opening his mouth can only be to fill the mouth with mud, then the nostrils and eyes. There are a few strands of hair floating on the surface of the swamp, but eventually it will be completely submerged as the mud squeezes into the middle, and then the swamp will calm down and never look again Anyone who has ever swallowed any traces of a life.

Such a place is so terrible that almost no one dared to come to the swamp deep in the woods all year round.

But this is just "almost". There are still some brave people who are willing to stay or even live here, passing through the birch forest and the terrible bottomless swamp that emits the sound of "Wla La La" in the cold wind. On the edge of one side, there is a camp of no small size.

The camp consists of a row of birch trees made from local materials. Walls and roofs made of colorful birch trunks make the whole camp and the surrounding woods blend together. If it is not the smoke of the curling on the roof Unless you are in a very close place, you will not easily find this camp in the forest.

Outside the camp, there is a circle of low-rise trunks made of trees, one is also not high, and an observation deck with many leaves on the top is placed between two adjacent birch trees, and one is wearing a thick leather robe Man standing on the lookout and staring into the distance.

The movement from afar in the camp attracted the lookout's attention. He first looked closely. When he saw the incoming team, the lookout immediately sent a signal to the people in the camp below.

The whole camp became lively at once, whether it was people outside or in the house rushing to the gate of the camp, many people shouted out to see those who came back.

The team gradually approached, first appeared in people's vision, and then gradually saw clearly, when they saw the vehicles they were driving, people couldn't help but cheered again.

"God bless, I hope they all come back safely."

An elderly tall old man said a little nervously, which caused another old man who was younger than him but had to turn gray.

"We should be happy for their bravery, not to say such timid things, I want to say that you are really getting timid now."

"I'm not timid, just worried," the tall old man glanced dissatisfiedly at the old man next to him. "It's because of this that my father even faced the harshest punishment in order to convert to the Vatican."

"It's because of your family that you can be a noble. You have said it many times," the gray-haired old man said with disdain as he watched the team approaching, and said disdainfully. "Know that a real noble is not I always deliberately mention those old things. My family was a nobleman many years ago. Our family tradition is to tell our children and grandchildren what kind of responsibilities they should take. "

The tall old man's face rose red. He knew that the other man was hinting that irony was just an upstart, which made him angry, but he didn't wait for him to speak again. The leader of the team had already set foot on a creek in front of the camp on the board The bridge came to the camp gate.

"Our hero is back!" The gray-haired old man shouted first, and his shouts caused a burst of cheering again. People who had already waited impatiently immediately rushed to the team, and people were anxiously looking for their own in the team. family.

"Relax, everyone must come back with all feathers." A man wearing a cylindrical felt hat with a musket in his waist shouted to people, and his words caused laughter around him, and At this time, a few gorgeously dressed, seemingly identity people came from the crowd.

Seeing these people, the man immediately put a smile on his face. He respectfully held his salute. The floating spike on the felt hat had been hanging at right angles to the brim.

"God bless you all come back safely," a middle-aged man with a pure gold medallion hanging around his neck stretched out his hand wearing a jewel ring to let the man kiss, and then he looked at the team behind. "Tell everyone about you During this trip, we must know that the birch forest and the mountains have blocked too much news, and we still do not know many things. "

"Admiral Viscount Lord," the man smiled in people's hopeful eyes, and then slowly put away the relaxed look on his face. "If you want me to be honest, now Bosnia is not good. I am talking about the North, because the South It has long been completely occupied by pagans. "

There was a deep sigh, and the middle-aged man called Viscount drew a cross on his chest with a solemn look.

"Then talk about the North," the Viscount greeted the man and walked into the camp with himself. "We have been hiding here for a long time, and now we want to know what is outside as soon as possible."

"You don't have to hide here, after all, in your identity, even the adults in Zagreb should respect you." The man in felt hat answered with a playful, but saw the Viscount His face didn't get better because of his words, and he gradually smiled.

"Some people in Zagreb might expect me to die early," the Viscount shook his head disapprovingly at the words of the men in felt hats. "You know, I'm blocking their way."

"But you are ..."

The man in the felt hat wanted to say something, but was stopped by the Viscount's gesture. He took the people to the camp's open space and stopped and asked: "Tell me something that everyone is interested in. How is the situation in North Bosnia now, Moore?" knight?"

"It's a bit bad," the knight named Moorco looked slightly discouraged and looked around. "I know everyone hopes to hear the good news, but it may disappoint you. Although there are still many people in northern Bosnia resisting the Ottomans, But no matter the size or the army is small, many people are just spontaneously rebelling but no one leads them, and those big nobles may fight the pagans today, and tomorrow they will be enthusiastic with the messengers sent by the Sudan called brothers and brothers. Say no one has stood up completely. "

"Oh."

A whisper of disappointment came from all around, and people could not help but feel a little low because of the joy of returning from the team.

"But that's not all," the Knight of Moorco said, bowing slightly to the Viscount. "Speaking of it, your cousin is more courageous. When we were about to return, we heard that he had just attacked the Ottomans. The pier built on the northern bank of the Usawa River, his army directly drove the Ottomans into the cold river to bathe them, and he also burned all the supplies prepared by the Ottomans on the pier, which were for Sudan. Prepared by the expeditionary army. "

"Roy ??" The Viscount asked slightly thoughtfully and then nodded. "It's like he did it. It's probably the only brave person in North Bosnia. Tell me what else did he do?"

"Do a lot and people are now rumoring that he might become the new King of Bosnia."

It seemed that Moorke Cavaliers realized what he said was wrong, and the atmosphere around him instantly became slightly condensed.

Some people looked at the calm-looking Viscount, and the tall old man behind Moore had secretly poked his son's waist.

"Okay, Moore, you are also tired and go to rest with your friends." Although the Viscount saw the old man's movement but said nothing, he ordered a gesture to the people around him to make them keep up Then turn around and walk towards the largest house in the camp.

"You idiot, did God only give you a body and no head when you made it?" As the few viscounts walked away, the tall old man immediately grabbed his son's shoulder and walked toward his house, seemingly conscious. When something went wrong in his own words, the old man first stopped to draw a cross piously and then whispered again, "God forgive me for saying this kind of disrespect, but how can you presume what king is not king in the face of the Viscount Lord. "

"Dad, I just spoke it out, it's the Viscount himself." The Cavaliers of Moorco struggled secretly while looking around. "Dad, don't do this, I'm now the Cavaliers and the captain appointed by the Viscount, You have to save me some face. "

"The face of shit, you have made Lord Viscount unhappy. Maybe your captain will be gone tonight. As for your knight, don't forget that your father and I gave it to you. At most I will take it back." The old man was chattering until he saw a young woman at her door looking at them with concern.

Seeing the woman, the father and son froze in place for a while, and it took a while for the old man to remember what he had to do to loosen his son's hand and smooth the son's wrinkled clothes.

"Oh ... Morco, the Lord Viscount's instructions must not be forgotten, to know that this is the Lord's trust in you." The old man urged his son, and then blinked as he turned around.

"Don't worry dad, I mean father, I will do it according to the order of the Viscount." The Knight of Moore also hurriedly responded seriously, and saw the old man walk into his house, then turned and bowed to the young woman. Salute "Please forgive the respected Miss Aloxia, I don't know that you are here."

The young woman is very beautiful and looks like a ripe apple. Even in this camp in a birch grove like a refuge, she can still vaguely distinguish her different distinguished temperament from others.

The woman did not say anything, but looked at the Moorish Knight quietly and with a little fun, until she realized that the Moorish Knight seemed to be uncomfortable because she was uncomfortable. Then she broke the silence and said with a smile: "I disturb your father and son. ?"

"No, not at all," Moore said quickly, but looking at the woman's quiet gaze, the knight finally smiled bitterly. "Actually my father is teaching me because I just said what I shouldn't say."

"Because you said to my uncle that the Marquis might be king?" The woman asked with a smile, she frowned when she saw Moore nodding with a bitter smile. "You are a bit stupid, you know, it's probably just like you. In the face of the son of the Duke of Zagreb said that another person might be king. "

Moore shrugged helplessly. He felt that he had done nothing wrong. After all, it was the Viscount himself who wanted him to say something about North Bosnia.

The young woman called Miss Aloxia didn't seem to be really angry either. She finished talking very seriously and then smiled mischievously.

"But you're right, after all, my uncle can rule this forest after he escaped from Zagreb."

Aloxia's words made Moorco unsure of how to respond, and the two fell into a slightly awkward silence for a time.

Then when Miss Aloxia searched the stomach and tried to break the awkward atmosphere to find a topic, Moorco suddenly seemed to remember what a whisper in his mouth.

He bowed to Miss Aloxia, and said anxiously in his mouth, "Please forgive Miss, I suddenly remembered something that didn't tell the Viscount Master, I must hurry to report to your uncle."

"Then we can go together," Miss Aloxia immediately stood tall. "You know my uncle should be meeting with others at this time. If I don't go with you, you may have to wait a long time, so I can help you. , Of course, the first thing you have to say is really important. "

"I don't know if it's important, but I think it's necessary to report to Lord Viscount."

Hearing Moore's words, Miss Aloxia nodded, and then took a steady pace even in this seemingly remote camp, leading Moleco toward the Viscount's house.

The Viscount is indeed meeting with his confidantes, but his mood is not high, except for listening to the comments of his men, most of the time he is alone and meditating.

"Master, you must make up your mind," one of the men said to the Viscount "If you continue to hide, Roy? May really become the new King of Bosnia, and your last chance to return to Zagreb may be Gone."

"But what should I do?" The Viscount looked at his men helplessly. "You should know that when the rebels used the opportunity of the pagan invasion of Bosnia to drive us out of Zagreb, Roy Ignoring my situation, I know he actually prefers to see the people of the Herva family expelled, after all, now he may become Northern Bosnia or even a chance to become the king of most of Croatia, you think he will let go of this Is there a good opportunity for him? He has enough troops and endless money, and I have nothing but a group of devoted followers who follow me. I now have nothing. "

The Viscount ’s words made the others in the room silent. They knew that the Viscount was right, and as the Hurva family who had the best chance of succeeding the Croatian throne, whether it was for the remnants of the Bosnian kingdom or today ’s Roy? Marquis It seems too obtrusive ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ So when the Orthodox in Zagreb took advantage of the opportunity of the South to fall into war, a riot in Zagreb killed the Duke of Hurva who converted to the Catholic Church and expelled the Duke When his son, Rova Marquis, a relative, just watched with cold eyes, but he was helpless.

"What else can I do now with Roy? Or do others compete for the qualification of the Croatian or even the North Bosnian throne?" Viscount Hilva looked at his men in a daze and saw them silent. The Viscount laughed self-deprecatingly. "All I can rule is this camp. Without the army, I can't even go to those provinces that still loyal to me."

The Viscount's words plunged the room into depression. Everyone's heart was heavy, until a slightly tentative voice came from the door: "Master, maybe there is a message you want to hear?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the door, and when he saw Moorco who was standing with his niece, the Viscount's eyebrows wrinkled inconspicuously, but he nodded: "Knight, do you have anything to say?"

"It's such an adult," Moorco walked into the room and looked at everyone. Then he said, "We heard a news on the way to rob the Ottoman convoy. It seems that a Roman army arrived in Bosnia. The leader seemed to be called Count Montina. "

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