A few days ago, on the border between Willer County and Mecklenburg County, there were several miles of wilderness. In the wilderness, a pillar of Lomwa stood up, like a lonely old man, enduring wind, rain and loneliness. However, today a group of uninvited guests came here. They rode horses, armor, sharp swords, and sharp spears in their arms, and seemed to be waiting for someone. The leader was a young and handsome Germanic nobleman.

"Arod, are you sure you want to form an alliance with her?" asked Harvey, who was wearing leather tight armor next to the German nobleman.

"In order to deal with Billis, an alliance with Willle is necessary. Isn't the enemy our friend?" Arod felt the cold wind in the wilderness, and the snow frost covered the wilderness with white. At this moment, a black figure appeared from the direction of Willle, and the black ant-like shadow gradually approached them.

"Wow." When the group of horse riders approached, a female rider was leading the way. Her fiery red hair danced with the bumps of the war horses, like a beating flame in the desolate and lonely wilderness.

"Come from Mecklenburg?" The female rider tightened the reins of the horse in her hand, and the war horse neighed under her crotch, and her two front hooves stood up and kicked. It was only ten steps away from Aruod. Harvey and his guards stepped forward nervously to protect Aruod.

"You are Mamis' daughter Marty?" Arod smiled at the corner of his mouth. He kicked the horse under his crotch, moved forward a few steps, raised his chin and said to the red-haired girl.

"Yes, I'm Marty. You're very brave to ask me to come here by pagans." Red-haired Marty stretched out her hand to comfort her war horse. The Slavic warrior beside her was strong and looked at Aruod and others with sharp eyes. They were carrying sharp battle axes around their waists.

"I came for your benefit. I believe that those who can rule a county and kill Chief Rostock are not reckless." The Slavic language learned by Arod became smoother and smoother, and there was no need for a translator to act as an intermediary. After hearing Arod's words, Red-haired Marty stopped and sat upright immediately, and her beautiful green eyes stared at the German nobleman in front of her.

"When did Catholics start to care about our interests?" Marty said sarcastically. She didn't believe in the Germanic nobles who invaded the Great Emirates of Mecklenburg and the invader who invaded her ancestors.

"The invasion of Rostock County was not smooth, right?" Arod gently patted his saddle with his hands. This saddle made of high-quality leather was very comfortable to sit on. The middle of the saddle bridge was covered with thick wool velvet. It was a gift given by the Wisma Town Chamber of Commerce to please Arod.

"Hmph." Marty snorted from her nasal cavity unhappily. But what Arod said was indeed true. After killing Chief Rostock, Marty believed that the leaderless Rostock people would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of their own army, and the land in Rostock would fall into her hands in large areas. However, when her army entered Rostock, she encountered Billis's army. The small teams of both sides fought several times in the pastorals, tidal flats, forests and plains. When they were damaged, Marty's people did not take any advantage. Several times the army she led was even disbanded by Billis's army. Billis's cavalry chased Marty closely. At this time, Arod's javes appeared to repel the pursuers, which was also the reason why Marty agreed to meet with Arod.

"Compet with me, otherwise you will not be able to withstand Billis' attack. As for Rostock County, we are half of the land." Arod threw out his own conditions at the right time. He looked at Marty in front of him. Willer County was between Mecklenburg County and Billis' territory. If Marty was a smart ruler, he should understand who to join forces with.

"We cannot believe that the pagan, Ms. Marty, can defeat Billis by our own strength. Don't forget that Momith is the orthodox heir, and the Slavs are all in his heart." At this time, the Slavs samurai beside Marty said in a rough voice, and the other Slavs nodded and said yes.

"Chief Rostock is also a Slavic noble, but he did not stand on your side, because he knew that after your father's death, Bilis would have more legality in dominance. This is also the reason why Bilis dared to kill your father and imprison Kangtaoyi." Arod reminded Marty again that this strong girl dared to raise the banner of resisting Bilis to avenge her father. This was already very appreciated by Arod, but she was not Momith after all, she had neither the legal right to rule, and she had very few resources and power in her hands. It was already very good to be entangled with Bilis's army. All Arude had to do was push her behind her.

"Why should I believe you if you want to join forces with me? A pagan, a Germanic hated by my tribe." Marty narrowed her eyes. She was already moved by Arod's words. The rage of revenge tormented her body and mind every day late at night. Looking at the flag of Billis several times, she could even feel the gaze of Billis who should be cursed under the flag.

"I can't use anything to guarantee it, but there is one thing you can confirm that Billis is our common enemy." Arod stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of Rostock County. His finger seemed to be a sharp sword, the sword pointed to his enemy's target, and he was qualified to say such things, conquering the unbreakable Mecklenburg Castle, defeating the Slavs hero Kangtoy, and defeating the Chief Rostock, every thing that other nobles dared not imagine, but he did it.

When Marty took back her thoughts, she had already participated in Arod's archery. The ridiculous performance was deliberately arranged by Arod in order to let other nobles know that Arod, the Earl of Mecklenburg, had officially declared war on the actual rulers of the Mecklenburg Emirates, and he had the ability to transform the pagan chief into a Christian, which fully pleased the church and the Archbishop. Sure enough, when Arod became the Earl, Archbishop Mainz announced that he would provide Arod with fifty Mainz knights to help Arod make the final fatal blow to the pagans and use sword and fire to open up the Christian territory.

"Cunning little fox." Marty sat on a wooden chair. There were no Germanic nobles around her. Although Marty agreed to become a Catholic, the Germanic nobles were still full of doubts and distrust. After all, the relationship of trust could not be established in one go.

"Drink a glass, the honey wine here is really good." At this moment, the Countess of Hamburg sat next to Marty, holding two glasses of honey wine in her hands and handed one of them to Marty.

"Thank you." Marty took the wine and took a sip. The sweet honey wine was indeed the best. She looked at the lives of the German nobles and the countess beside her who chatted with her.

"Do you know? Although we believe in different gods, our experiences are very similar." The Countess of Hamburg leaned against the wooden table. She looked at the red-haired girl beside her. The fragrance of the girl was revealed from the ends of her hair, and the breath on her body was full of wildness.

"Oh?" Marty looked at the Countess Hamburg curiously. The tall Countess with white skin and tall figure looked like Nordic Viking blood. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to have aggressive eyes.

"My uncle gave the poisoned wine to me and my parents at a banquet. If a kitten I had raised overturned the wine glass, I would have probably died at that time. But when I was twelve years old, I was imprisoned in a tower. I tried every means to ask for help from those outside the tower, but no one paid attention to me. Until a loyal knight brought the news to the Duke of Saxony, my goodness, I will never forget that in that stormy weather, the Duke led his army to break through the castle. He grabbed the beast and dragged him to me, and handed me a sword." The Countess licked her lips. She rarely told people about her experience, perhaps it was a pity for Marty's destiny, or perhaps it was purely the effect of alcohol.

"Then what, you killed your uncle?" Marty was attracted by the story of the Countess of Hamburg. Her green eyes looked at the Countess with a slightly rosy complexion and asked involuntarily.

"Hahaha, I was only twelve years old at that time, how could I kill someone with a sword? I picked up the sword and wanted to swing it, but the sword was too heavy, but it fell down. Looking at my appearance, the Duke of Saxony could only shake his head and use a flesh-cutting knife to his own hands, which resulted in the beast. But since then, I asked the Duke to teach me to use a sword and serve him with a sword, but I have always regretted not taking revenge for my parents." The Countess of Hamburg told his own story until he fell asleep drunk on the table. At the banquet, everyone began to drink and have fun. The men told the war they had experienced, and used an axe or a sword to hit the opponent's brains. How far did the brains pop out, while the women told some stories that were unspeakable in their whispers.

"I will not make your mistake. I will use a sword and a bow. I will insert the sword into Billis's belly with my own hands, dig his heart open to see what color it is." Marty raised the wine in her hand. Her father had many shortcomings, was vain and had some tricks, but he was indeed the one who loved Marty the most. I wanted my daughter to be a princess. It was the words Momith had always spoken, but he paid the price of blood for this goal, and Marty could not even bury his head.
Chapter completed!