Before this, the remnants of the Six Kings had not sent envoys to the Frozen Fortress to negotiate.

However, Larsen was an extremely terrifying person. He often ignored the rules of war and would kill the messenger at every turn.

Generally speaking, the rule of "not killing envoys when two countries are at war" is to leave a communication channel for both sides. If the envoy is killed, the communication channel will be cut off, and the two sides will not be able to talk after the fight, which will add a lot of trouble.

Needless casualties are not conducive to overall decision-making.

And Larson's previous killing of emissaries from outside the wall was very simple, and his meaning was very simple - there is nothing to talk about, I am your enemy, and I will kill as many as you barbarians come.

Therefore, being an envoy to the remnants of the Six Kings is a high-risk profession. No matter how brave the envoy is, he will lose all courage when he sees Larsen. Unless he is really polite and humble, if he accidentally offends Larsen, he will lose his head and body.

.

But the strange thing is that the envoy who came today held his chin high and showed no fear. He gave a short laugh and said slowly: "I am here this time to bring glory to General Lassen."

If he had been the envoy who was so trembling and awkward in his words before, with Lassen being so angry when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would have been easily pulled down and chopped without even bothering to talk.

But the messenger in front of him was calm and composed, and his words were mysterious. Larsen became interested: "Oh? Bring me glory? How do you say it?"

With a mysterious smile on his face, the messenger said straight to the point: "General Larson, do you want to be the king?"

Larsen fell into a long silence. He squinted his eyes and beat his fingers regularly on the table. After a long time, he sneered and asked: "Whether you want it or not, does it have anything to do with you?"

The messenger clasped his right hand on his chest, bent down and said respectfully: "I am here this time to present a gift to General Lassen on behalf of my compatriots. We want to help you regain your old throne."

Larsen's beating fingers stopped, and the sneer on his face slowly disappeared, but his expressionless face looked even more terrifying: "Speak directly if you have anything to say, and if you play riddles with me again, I will throw you off the city wall.

"

The messenger nodded and bowed his waist, and said slowly: "General Lassen, we are also old rivals. Although we usually beat you to a bloody head, the compatriots outside the wall actually admire you very much. Everyone thinks that you are a king.

Such a heroic leader is infinitely more powerful than the current king."

"And to be honest, who doesn't know that the current king's throne is unfair. Back then, Perseus used conspiracies and tricks to confuse your father's hearing, squeeze out you, the former crown prince, and ascend to the throne in a despicable manner. In our opinion,

The real "Twenty-fourth Doguland" should be you."

When the messenger said this, he took out the strategic map that had been prepared long ago from his arms, opened it and spread it on the table, and drew circles in the desert area in the southeast with his fingers: "Now, Perseus, the false king, is leading the main force of the kingdom to settle in.

In the desert, there is a fierce battle with the Far Eastern Dynasty, and the interior of the kingdom can be said to be completely empty."

"It is no exaggeration to say that the throne is like a virgin on the first night, waiting there quietly for the arrival of the general. As long as the general leads his troops south, breaks through the Cold Lie Valley, and takes the royal city directly, wouldn't the throne be easily obtained?"

Larson remained motionless, frozen in his seat like a statue. After an unknown amount of time, his fingers began to beat regularly again, and a playful smile appeared on his face: "What do you think about my...

Is your good brother a fool? It’s true that the main force of the kingdom is fighting in the desert, but he has been guarding me all the time since the day he took office."

"Even if the inland is emptier than usual, that shit must have left a lot of garrison troops behind. With the four legions of my Frozen Fortress, we can defeat more than 30,000 people and take the lead to break into the royal city."

A heroic smile appeared on the envoy's face: "This is the reason why I came to see the general. I think the general's scouts have discovered that the various tribes outside the wall have migrated on a large scale in recent times. This is actually because of the appearance of one of us.

The great king, his name is Jupiter, and he is the chief of the Saber-toothed Tiger tribe. He has now unified the forces outside the wall, and all the citizens of the six princes are at his disposal."

This news made Larson's eyes gleam.

For more than five hundred years, the reason why the remnants of the Six Kings have found it difficult to step into the kingdom is inseparable from the strong defense of the frozen fortress and the dedicated persistence of the kingdom's soldiers, as well as the complexity of the forces outside the wall itself.

The Far North Icefield is covered with ice and snow all year round, and there is a shortage of natural resources. In addition, the culture of the Six Kings survivors has been lost, and there are hundreds of tribes that have split off. Each tribe has its own chief, and they attack each other for resources. There is no cohesion at all.

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A force without cohesion is just a piece of loose sand and does not pose any threat to Doguland.

But now, if this envoy is not cheating and is telling the truth, a chief really has integrated other tribes, which would be an unprecedented event.

Larson's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with an erratic light, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

The messenger turned to face the north, performed tribal salutes, as if paying tribute to the distant chief, and said respectfully: "Chief Jupiter is a great leader. Our appeal is not complicated. If we say that we want to defeat the ancient

The general will definitely feel disgusted if the people of the "King" and the "Dragon Queen" take back the throne that once belonged to the six kings."

"But in fact, we just want to leave that land of ice and snow and return to our warm homeland so that our compatriots can live in peace. For this, we are willing to fight side by side with the general and establish a blood alliance."

Larson's pupils were dilating, and his breathing seemed to be getting hotter: "Go on."

The messenger said solemnly: "Perseus must not be able to agree to the request to allow the people of the Six Princes to return to the interior, because he is a shameless and cruel false king! Only a true king will be kind and accept those who live in foreign lands.

people."

"General, didn't you say that Perseus probably left many garrisons in the interior, and the ice fortress is insufficient in strength? In fact, you are wrong, because -"

The messenger opened his arms as if to embrace the entire ice field, and his eyes were burning like fire: "Behind you are thousands of troops! Chief Jupiter unified the outside of the wall, and now has integrated 800,000 tribal warriors, ready to serve you at any time

Dispatch!"

"Chief Jupiter promises you that as long as you open the door of the frozen fortress and promise us food and land, the tribal warriors will help you break through the inland, capture the royal city, and make you the real king! And we will become

Your most loyal people will serve you from generation to generation!"
Chapter completed!