son-in-law of blood

Chapter 137 Murder! (Make up for 2019420 owed more)

Pushing open the door, General Modoria, who met Grand Duke Osman in the palace not long ago, was already waiting in the secret room.

"Your Highness!" Modoria bowed.

Grand Duke Osman nodded lightly, and said, "How is the preparation of the manpower?"

Modoria bowed his head and said: "According to your order, the people sent out this time are members of the Angus Legion!"

Hearing the name, Grand Duke Osman's tone was a little playful:

"It's a pity. I thought Angus could be like his ancestors, but he ended up raising a white-eyed wolf!"

Mordolia hesitated for a moment, and said in a heavy voice: "Your Highness, even if you want to get rid of Angus, those soldiers under him are all citizens of the great Ottoman Empire, and they are all innocent. Can't..."

The Ottoman Grand Duke's voice suddenly became severe: "Can't what? Do you want the whole world to know that I did it! Do you want the executioners of the three empires to know that Ottoman still has such a powerful military force! "

Mordolia froze, looking a little frustrated.

Or felt that his attitude was too harsh, Grand Duke Osman patted General Modoria on the shoulder, and sighed:

"Every throne is made of bones and flesh and blood! The glory of Ottoman requires the dedication of warriors! Necessary sacrifices are inevitable, Mordoria, I hope you can understand my painstaking efforts."

Modoria nodded slowly, but there was still unconcealable sadness on his face.

"Okay, let's talk about it, what is the specific battle plan?" Grand Duke Osman returned to his calm and calm appearance just now, and asked Mordolia another question.

Modoria cleared up her mood, pondered for a while and replied:
"We plan to wait for them to pass through the Ottomans, and then do something on the Gobi Desert."

Osman nodded slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure? Didn't you say that they came a lot?"

Mordolia sneered: "It's just a group of rabble, and there are even a lot of barbarians with their families. As long as the three thousand heavy cavalry in Angus' hands charge, the tens of thousands of people will be like tens of thousands of pigs They are also dying on the desolate and boundless Gobi Desert! In less than two hours, they can all be wiped out!"

Grand Duke Osman was very satisfied with Mordolia's self-confidence, nodded slightly and said:
"Very well, as long as their lineup is overwhelmed and the military power of Helen is completely wiped out, you don't need to worry about the rest."

Mordolia thought for a while before asking: "Your Highness, what kind of grievances do you have with that lord named Hieron? Why did you spend such a high price to eradicate him?"

Osman's face darkened, and he uttered a few words coldly: "Modoria, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Knowing too much is not good for you!"

Mordolia quickly bowed his head and confessed.

"Okay, you go out and set it up, remember not to make Angus suspicious, he is very smart, he will notice if there is a little bit of wind!"

Mordolia nodded, and then slowly exited the secret room.

After Modoria left, Grand Duke Osman didn't just leave. Instead, he stayed where he was, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Not long after, a distorted mist rose slowly beside Grand Duke Osman. After a while, the black mist slowly turned into a figure, and then, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black robe appeared in the By the side of Grand Duke Osman!

Seeing the black shadow, Grand Duke Osman didn't have any strange color on his face, but said in a low tone:
"I've done what you asked, how are you doing what you promised me?"

The black shadow grinned, and pulled back his hood, revealing a disgusting face.

If Hillen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the identity of this person—Lich Gaskell Blaney!

Gaskell has been looking for an opportunity since he received the order from the president in black to hunt down Hellen not long ago, but there has been no sign of Hellen.

Not long ago, I finally got news of him in the trading capital, so I came here in a hurry.

However, to his surprise, Helen was no longer alone at this time, and there was a large army of tens of thousands of people behind him.

Originally, he was still at a loss, thinking about how to kill Hieren with so many people, but when he learned that Hieren was going to pass through Ottoman, he suddenly had an idea.

Gaskell turned to look at Grand Duke Osman, and said with a smile:

"I said Osman, why do you hate Gremory VI so much? According to our plan, not to mention Gremory VI in the near future, even the entire Stevey Empire is in your pocket, you Why are you so anxious to take his life?"

Osman snorted: "You don't need to think about these things. You promised me to take the head of Gremory VI within a year, and now it's less than seven months!"

Gaskell said: "Don't worry, our manpower is ready, and I will definitely give you a surprise then!"

Osman asked: "What's so great about that Helen? Why did you have to kill him? Do you know what price I have to pay to kill him?"

Gaskell's eyes showed a bit of deep-seated hatred:
"If you dare to destroy the great event of our undead race, you must kill without mercy!"

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After General Mordolia left the secret room, he took a few entourages and took advantage of the night to pull a few carriages full of wine, out of the city, and galloped all the way to the northeast.

After about an hour's journey, the group finally arrived in a deep jungle.

Listening to the chants in the jungle from time to time, General Mordolia felt a little heavy in his heart. He looked back at the fine wine rewarded by His Royal Highness, and with his legs, he pinched the horse's belly and galloped towards the military camp deep in the forest. .

"I've seen General Mordoria!"

The one who came out to greet him was a young man with a solemn face and an outstanding temperament.

The young man's eyes were firm and energetic, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, his expression remained unchanged, and he had the demeanor of a general.

Mordolia nodded and said to the young man:

"Angus, how are you getting ready?"

Angus bowed his head slightly, his voice firm and powerful:

"Brothers are all ready, tell me, who are you going to attack?"

Mordolia did not directly express his position, but said indifferently: "There is no hurry, you come to see someone first."

As he spoke, he pointed to a young man with a gloomy face among his entourage:
"This is the most powerful subordinate of the Ottoman Grand Duke. This battle will be completed by the two of you together."

The shadowy young man smiled slightly at Mordoria, showing his yellow teeth that did not match his age, and said in a somewhat stiff tone:

"Under William Hall, I look forward to working with you, General Angus!"

Angus frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Highness doesn't believe me?"

Mordolia said: "This is just in case!"

"Then if there is a disagreement between the two of us, whose orders should the army obey!" Angus asked a key question.

Mordolia didn't answer, but the shadowy young man who called himself William Hall took out a seal from his pocket.

Seeing the seal, Angus clenched his hands tightly, trembling slightly, lowered his head, and said word by word:

"Angus knows!"

Immediately, he ignored the two of them and turned to leave.

Modoria shook his head and didn't say anything more, and said loudly to the soldiers who were resting or training not far away:
"Come here, this is a fine wine from His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness asked me to bring you a message, thank you for your heroic devotion to the Ottoman Empire, and Osman will always remember your names!"

(End of this chapter)