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"He... they really succeeded?!" In the village outside Mitzkot, Fister took his few troops, looking like she was going to run away at any time, anxiously waiting for the news to arrive. .

　　 And at this time, the men in front of Pfister brought him an amazing news. The Greek army of unknown origin actually succeeded in blocking the menacing Baron Boris' army.

　　 No, to be precise, it was not an obstruction, but an annihilation in the true sense. The old enemy that Pfister himself was frightened of, Baron Boris also died in his hands, and the Greek army only paid insignificant casualties.

　　 If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, Pfister would have been unbelievable anyway, and now the living facts are in front of my eyes. At the foot of the mountain, behind the rushing army were all seized horses and other trophies, and brought along with him the corpse of Baron Boris who was shot by a random arrow.

　　 "They did it..." Baron First muttered to himself again, still in a dream. Not long ago, he was pursued by his mortal enemy like a bereaved dog. Just as Boris was ravaging his territory and he was helpless, a group of Roman troops of unknown origin appeared here. The young man in the lead claimed to be a friend of his loyal Grand Duke Baolier, and asked him to provide supplies. As a result, Baron Pfister, who had been driven to a dead end, rushed to the doctor and chose to make a deal with this group of Greeks of unknown origin so that they could deal with the coming Boris and his army. Afterwards, Pfister actually regretted it, because he didn't believe that the Greeks could help him at all, but the result made him dumbfounded.

Just leading an army of hundreds of people, the young man named Justinian wiped out the elite of nearly a thousand people including the Lisboners in one fell swoop, but he had almost no damage to himself. Such terrible combat power could not help Bao Bao. Reese couldn't believe that these were the Greeks whose armaments had long since been depleted? !

　　 At this time, the rush of "Da Da Da" came from the horse cry, and I saw Arslan, under Justinian's horse, rushing over on horseback, and behind him was a strong team of Turkic cavalry. These warriors can be said to be the essence of Justinian’s army. Although they are mercenaries, they have experienced countless fierce battles in Moria and Macedonia with Justinian. Leah Novas has such a direct lineage status.

Seeing that the Bolgar people came to greet him at this time, Arslan, who jumped off the horse, naturally didn't have a good face, and said coldly: "Your Excellency Fister, our lord has fulfilled the promise that you have made before. Your territory It's safe. Now it's your turn to speak up." After speaking, a few soldiers behind Arslan carried the body of Baron Boris and sent them forward.

　　 Witnessing the death of the enemy, Baron Pfister was also very happy at this moment, and he could finally breathe a sigh of illness for his previous land being razed to the ground. Moreover, the death of the opponent also means that it will leave a territory without a leader, which will undoubtedly greatly make up for the huge loss before. Because of this, he was grateful to the unidentified army in front of him, and he also had a little more awe in his heart that could easily wipe out an elite soldier of nobles. This kind of power may be considered decisive in the whole of Bulgaria. Although I don’t know the number of this Roman army and what its purpose is, it will undoubtedly be a great help if it is really a friend of Grand Duke Borill, and it can help him and another Grand Duke Ivan Assen. Seize the throne of Bulgaria's tsar.

　　 So, Fister changed his skeptical attitude and respectfully said: "This is indeed my negligence. Please forgive me. I immediately send someone to prepare a banquet to entertain you. Thank you for your generous help today."

　　 And seeing the other party's attitude has changed, Arslan is also secretly proud, as Justinian said, the little baron who was still playing in front of them is now really submissive. So now they finally have a place to stay, and at the same time the other party has also promised to provide food and grass, which can be regarded as solving the current urgent task.

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At night in Mizkot, there was a lively scene of singing and dancing. The entire castle was drinking Dadan to celebrate their luck in escape during the day. At the same time, it was also the foreign town where Baron First used to entertain these darts and help. Human. If it hadn't been for them, I'm afraid I would really become a bereaved dog today.

"Allow me to thank you once again for your kindness, Your Excellency Justinian. And let me treat all of you here with the most sincere respect. To Saint Cyril and Saint Medode!" I saw Baron Fest picking up. Wine glass, this man in his forties did not look down on Justinian because he was young, and said respectfully.

　　 "To Saint Cyril and Saint Meditation!"

　　 Seeing the other party got up to toast, Justinian and his men also raised their wine glasses and went to the village to follow the customs. Although the baron Pfister was mediocre and incompetent, he was able to do his best as a landlord. Justinian, who was treated by the other party, had no ill will towards him. After all, the army in his hand through the mountains between Macedonia and Bulgaria had already exhausted the luggage brought from Macedonia~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A place to live is now more important than anything else. And this Baron Pfister, who is loyal to Bolier Assen and has no strength, is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate, so Justinian decided to organize an ambush in the valley before.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone could not help being a little drunk, especially Arslan. As a Turkic, he never cared about the quality of abstinence that a person should have. He has always been a good drinker. , No wine is not happy. Already on the march, he was already addicted to alcohol. He was drunk in a short while, but Justinian didn’t drink a few drinks. He still had something to ask Feister, looking at the young man in front of him. Suddenly he asked: "Your Excellency First, it has only been only three months since I left Baron Boriel in Macedonia. How come the whole of Bulgaria has become such a mess? I don’t think it’s just a simple civil war. Such a cruel situation, right?"

　　 Along the way, Justinian observed the surrounding areas caught in the flames of war, and found that the intensity of the fighting between the Bolgar nobles even exceeded the fighting against foreign enemies, which is too abnormal.

And the half-drunk Baron Pfister also let go of his baggage at this time, and said with a wry smile: "Look at Master Justinian, you seem to be less than twenty years old. No wonder you don't know the reason for this. ..."

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