Warlord: King of All Clans

Count Brutus, who was in the imperial capital, successfully joined the Scourge Defense Council and had a very glorious period.

Most of the time, saint-level extraordinary people do not care about worldly affairs and rarely have direct contact with secular forces.

The Scourge Defense Council directly gathered a bunch of saints from the continent, and Count Brutus was able to join them, which undoubtedly made other great nobles of the empire envious.

With this identity, many southern nobles felt that Earl Brutus had greater investment potential than Earl MacDonald, and they all placed bets on him.

Although the powerful earls in the South often have conflicts of interest with each other, they generally remain consistent when facing the people in the North.

A loose military alliance was also formed among a group of powerful earls.

Earl MacDonald in the upper reaches of the Dome River took advantage of the lack of military forces in the north and brazenly invaded the territory of Earl Gustav, with the support of a large group of military nobles in the south.

However, this battle lasted for two years without much profit, which was equivalent to a failed investment.

After the early surprise attack advantage ended, the fierce and warlike Northerners quickly turned the situation around and, with the advantage of fighting at home, repeatedly gained the upper hand.

Most of the nobles with a strategic vision could see that this mutually destructive war would end before winter.

So their attention began to turn to Count Brutus in the lower reaches of the Dome River.

The overall strength of this border earl is stronger than that of McDonald, but he is facing the stronger "giant" Farbuti Kurolov, so he has not had the opportunity to start a war in recent years.

To be precise, the two major families on the north-south border have been quarreling with each other across the Dome River for decades, but it is rare for them to actually fight a war.

It was his "peace" strategy that led Archbishop Antonese to choose him as the person to mediate the Civil War.

But the secular nobles below do not see it that way. With the support of the Holy Council behind them, wouldn’t it be stupid not to take advantage of the opportunity to expand massively?

Count Brutus gained a lot of overt and covert support from the nobles in the southern border, and only then did he end his journey to the imperial capital and return to his fiefdom.

His Earldom of Brutus occupied a large tract of fertile land on the southern bank of the middle and lower reaches of the Dome River, with several major commercial cities along the coast.

In addition to feeding the millions of people in his own territory, agricultural output can also be exported in large quantities, creating astonishing wealth.

Relying on the excellent port at the mouth of the Dome River, Count Brutus also has the second largest ocean-going fleet in the Orlantis Empire. The trade routes connect the main city of Oleynik in the north to the seaport city in the west.

Just a few days after returning, Count Brutus, who was dealing with accumulated government affairs, suddenly heard his personal attendant report: "My lord, Count Fabti wants to see you."

Count Brutus was not surprised at all and nodded, "Come in."

Soon, the Northern Count Farbuti Kuroloff, who was as big as a giant, walked into his study.

As an eighth-rank great swordsman, it was easy for Fabuti to avoid being seen and secretly reach the main city of the "hostile" earl.

The two earl families have been hostile to each other for hundreds of years, but the current heads of the families are obviously not as hostile to each other as outsiders think.

"Tullius, how did this audience turn out?"

Count Brutus' full name is Tullius Brutus, a typical southern noble name.

There are at least ten earls or viscounts named Tullius in the entire southern territory, so more people are accustomed to calling him Count Brutus.

But Fabti was not from the southern border, and this was the only Tullius he knew.

Count Brutus smiled and nodded, "All is well."

When Count Brutus finished telling about the results of the trip, Fabuti grinned and said, "The royal family was already weak, and now two great saints have passed away, it's even worse. You are truly blessed by God."

Count Brutus was a little unhappy and whispered, "If you hadn't messed around in the imperial capital, I'm afraid that now the three saints would have gone north, and a sword saint would be in charge of the imperial capital, so I wouldn't be able to start with anything."

"In your northern territory, there is only one northern duke left. You are the real lucky one."

Upon hearing this, Count Farbuti Kuroloff looked gloomy and gnashed his teeth as he said, "It's a pity that an elf suddenly came and turned into a white dragon to destroy my Dragon Knights and took away the Scarlet Blood Coffin."

"It took me fifty years to train two hundred flying dragons, and now only half of them are left."

"The Blood Moon Cult's Pope Flamel was seriously injured, and all his disciples were sent out to search for the stolen Scarlet Blood Coffin."

“All plans for next year may have to be postponed.”

Tullius laughed, "Whose fault is this? Do you know why this white dragon elf attacked your dragon nest?"

Fabuti came to seek answers, and asked in a vicious voice: "I have no grudges against the elves, why are you bullying me?"

Apparently, Count Brutus was not just a help-seeker on the surface, but had a lot of connections in the imperial capital. "This white dragon elf is the Elf Queen. She is urging the Holy Order to go north in the imperial capital. Under your Blood Moon Sect, there is a Crimson Moon Organization. The Elf Queen discovered it and traced it all the way back to the dragon's lair."

"You should be thankful that the elves ignored the dispute down the mountain and only took the vampire princess away without taking your conspiracy seriously."

"Otherwise she wouldn't have to do anything. She just had to hand over all the clues to the royal family. You wouldn't be so safe now."

After saying this, he advised this lifelong enemy in public and close friend in secret, "If you don't have the brains to play tricks, don't act rashly, otherwise you will only make things worse. It would be better for you to digest the Earldom of Isharov peacefully, recruit the orc army, and attack the northern border in an upright manner, isn't it?"

"There is only one patched-up Duke of the North in the entire North who can be your opponent. Why bother to create trouble?"

Fabuti was also a little discouraged. He knew that he was not cut out for this. He could only envy and say, "You are really amazing. With just one move, you killed Queen Lola and ruined the Empire's new policy. The situation in the world is under your control."

Count Brutus smiled as if he was planning something and tapped the table with his fingers. "Then follow my plan. We will act according to the plan. One day, we will share the world equally, just like the Emperor of the South and the Grand Duke of the North."

Fabuti nodded heavily, "Okay! I'll listen to you."

After the Northern Earl left, Earl Brutus revealed a hint of sarcasm, "With this level, you still think you can fight for the world? A reckless Northerner, haha."

The "Giant" Fabti returned to the Earldom of Kurolov on the opposite bank and came to the bay where Kurolov and Isharov meet.

Here is a seaport he has newly developed. Crowds of goblin and human craftsmen are hammering away at the work. Countless goblin behemoths and orc laborers are working hard to carry wood under the whip of their supervisors.

They are building ocean-going ships.

On one side of the harbor, there is a flat training ground where teams of orc warriors are practicing military formations under the guidance of human instructors.

The Earldom of Isharov in the north was home to a large number of world-famous elite heavy-armored infantry regiments. After Count Kurolov took over this place, he obtained a large number of training methods for elite heavy-armored infantry, as well as the forging technology for heavy infantry armor.

He gave these technologies and equipment to the beastmen who were more powerful individually.

Every qualified beastman warrior has physical fitness equivalent to that of a low-level transcendent human. If they are equipped with heavy human armor, almost no mortal army can match them.

As for the mountainous and bayous Earldom of Kurolov, it is home to many robbers and pirates. Traces of the Kurolov Pirates even appeared in the Dwarf Kingdom.

But what no one knows is that the Pirate King of this generation is the Great Earl of the North, the eighth-rank greatswordsman, and the "giant" Fabuti.

Count Falbuti looked at the giant battleship that was just beginning to take shape, and the orc heavy armored legion that insisted on training in the cold wind. He thought of Brutus's face and couldn't help but laugh at him, "Conspiracy? Fists are better!"

(Volume 8: Storm in the Imperial Capital: End!)

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