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Chapter Thirteen

It is no longer worth the time he is wasting himself. Although Conir knew the potential threat of the Byzantines, he was unwilling to continue wasting time on the Bulgarians.

With his own escort, Conildandoro left the pass, and watched the Venetians leave on the mountain. Although Baron Lovevi felt a potential threat in his heart and became a little uneasy, he was forced to take the initiative.

He still comforted himself that he would not have too many problems.

"Hmph, how are these snobbish Venetians now, Earl Simon? His injuries are not in the way?"

"Please rest assured, the wound has been completely treated and there will be no major problems." The subordinate next to him hurriedly replied.

"That's good..." Lovevi said with relief, holding his forehead, and then he let down the stone in his heart. The meaning of a living count being captured alive is more important than a dead person

It is much more useful. Because the title of the earl has already formed a great influence among the nobles, and he will never attack them unless he has to. Lovevi, who knows this well, does not want to make things happen.

Smashed.

"As long as I succeed this time, I will definitely be awarded the title of Count by Grand Duke Ivan successfully ascends to the throne of the Tsar. Even Molia's little fox can't afford to take a little advantage in me." Although he was a little afraid, he was a little afraid.

, but he had two or three thousand people under his command of such a solid fortress. Lovevie didn't believe that Justinian could do anything to him. His eyes flashed with hope that he could remember the promises made by Grand Duke Ivan to him at that time.

My previous doubts and worries have been completely wiped out at this moment.

At the command of Loveviy, "Let everyone below work quickly. Before the sun sets, I must fix the entire outside of the camp. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord Baron!"

The Bulgarian soldiers responded and hurriedly carried the stone and wood from the mountain to build new camps, looking very enthusiastic. They had just won the victory and seemed very high at this time, not to mention the customs of the Bulgarians in the north.

When approaching the Ross, he seemed even more conceited in his emotions, and he was completely unaware that Bulgaria had already been undercurrents at this moment.

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In the lush and dense forest outside the pass, a lurking and hidden army was staring at the northern army on the mountain. Due to the perspective problem, no one below Lovvie, as the commander, noticed all this.

But at this moment, Baron Fest, who was walking with Justinian, was really worried - he had already regretted agreeing to Justinian. He really didn't expect that this young man would run under the other party's nose so boldly.

You know, although he admitted that the new Moria army under Justinian was indeed excellent soldiers, after all, they had only wiped out the miscellaneous army under the little nobles like Boris. And the ones stationed here

The army, obviously they are the noble army directly under the Grand Duke of Ivan, and they are by no means easy to deal with.

"Your Excellency Justinian, isn't it a bit too dangerous for you to do this?" Fist asked nervously. What Justinian said before finally moved him, after all, his fiefdom

It has been destroyed into scorched earth, so it is better to take a gamble than to do this. If it is done, then he will no longer be afraid of being a little noble, but this high return also means high risks.

After only a while, Fist realized this clearly - Justinian and his army did not go to the area controlled by the southern army, but instead took the territory controlled by the northern nobles. They were thrilling all the way, and now they went directly to the other side.

It's too crazy to be with you.

But Justinian, who was standing by, was staring at his eyes at the moment and ignored Fist's complaints. At this time, Arslan, who came from behind, walked to Justinian's ear and reported the situation.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Justinian's mouth.

"It's true... I guessed that they wouldn't be so indifferent and started to move again!"

"They? Who?" Fest, who was completely confused, was confused, but no one cared about his problem.

"So, sir, do you want me to send someone to follow me?" Arslan looked at Justinian and asked for advice, preparing to arrange his subordinates, but was stopped by Justinian.

"No need to prevent alerting the snake. And I think we will deal with the Venetians again without long, and we can calculate the accounts of Tripolis." Justinian sneered.

It was said that they were naturally Venetians in his mouth. He had been watching everything in the passes of the Ograz and the Belacisa Mountains, and the group who had just left, Justinian arranged for Alslan to investigate.

The ruts and horseshoe prints were quickly confirmed to be them. As you can imagine, the missing civil war suddenly attracted the attention of many parties - not only them, but also the surrounding countries may have the intention to intervene. And this

Justinian had already expected it and was ready, especially against the Venetians. In Tripolis, those Venetians colluded with the treason of Leosgros to commit such evil deeds,

Stine will never forget.

But today is not the time to deal with them. Looking at the towering and dangerous mountain peak, Justinian showed a decisive look on his face and muttered to himself: "Well, the most important thing now is to deal with the guys here,

It can also be regarded as a double gift to Borier Arsen and Ivan Arsen."

"Double gift...will you be...? This...this...it's too..." Then he realized what Justinian meant. Baron Fest, who had changed color, was busy and busy.

Dissuaded, "This is too dangerous. Aren't we going to Grand Duke Borier's camp? Why take this risk?"

"If I just went to find Grand Duke Borier, do you think I would be idle and choose this route?" Justinian smiled at the other party, but the smile on the young man's face made Fez

It's a terrible thing, but it can't be stopped at all.

"I learned from the escaped defeated soldiers that there were at least three thousand troops guarding the mountain pass, and we could not take it down at all!" Baron Fest, who still disagreed, tried his best to persuade him.

But to no avail.
Chapter completed!
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