Late at night the ruins of Mount Gulda.

More than a dozen Eastern Roman mercenaries quietly avoided the patrolling city guards and extended long ropes to put the golden young man named Ephilik and several fellow travelers down the bottom of the cliff. Ephilik led his accompanying men to dive into the darkness and sneak into the expeditionary forces.

The Expeditionary Force had a small outpost several miles away, which was extremely secretive.

Ephelik and others walked past without any attention, but the two Blood River Guards and several Pegasus children flashed almost at the same time, each of whom was holding a small crossbow in his hand.

As long as there is a slight movement, Ephilik believes that he will be shot into a hedgehog. Although he has a certain confidence in his martial arts, even if his martial arts are good, he dare not do stupid things. Moreover, he is not doing stupid things, he is here to negotiate rather than attack.

Everyone has such a blood-red opponent. They have excellent martial arts and murderers. They have always been the enemies that Eastern Roman soldiers fear the most.

Even those heavy cavalry with black armor do not have the horror of men in blood-red clothes. They are simply the blood-red god of death that reaps lives.

Ephelik quickly shouted in Greek: "We come for goodwill not to fight." He knew that many opponents could understand and use Greek. Of course, Roman is similar, but he was afraid that speaking Roman would anger the other party.

Two men in blood and red clothes whispered to each other. The voice of Afelic was completely unaware of it.

The weapon was confiscated, her eyes were covered by Meng, and her hands were tied up. A big fellow traveler struggled quietly, but immediately let his opponent punch him in his chest and abdomen, rolling his eyes and falling to the ground. He fainted. Ephelik knew that the other party was threatening. If he really had murderous intentions, he would have shot himself to death long ago. There was no need to use any binding.

Although I don’t know whether the negotiation will be successful, at least the first step is not as bloodthirsty as the legend says that he will kill people as soon as he sees them.

Ephelik asked someone to lead the rope for a long time, then separated from several companions, and finally locked in a room. Several people asked in Greek, and then some people quickly went out to leave. The hoof sound seemed to be reporting to the above. Someone asked his purpose a little, and he suddenly heard the man who should be called "Roven" talk to the other two men in some strange language. Finally, the "Roven" asked a few questions about the number of people who were traveling in stiff Greek. Finally, he asked him to wait.

I don't know how long it took for someone to hear outside.

Ephelik felt someone come in and then the voice of "Roven" made him follow him.

The rope in his hand untied the blindfolded cloth piece but had not taken it off. After walking less than a hundred steps, he seemed to have entered another room again. It was very warm inside. After the blindfold cloth was removed and the light was dazzling, Ephelik was surprised to find that the big tent was full of people, and he stood in the center, standing around the crowd.

The old man who was sitting high with him with his young and handsome coach was holding a book and notes in his hand.

Ephilik guessed that maybe it was the "translation" of the conversation because the old man in white should be from Eastern Rome, he had a high nose and deep eyes. Although the young white coach sat next to him, two rows of people on the left was a big bearded man who was not very old. On the right was a yellow-faced man in bronze armor.

Every powerful man in the tent is not a familiar face of the Eastern Roman soldiers. Sometimes a powerful man with a long strange knife. The companion of the Magbearded man would bring bloody storms when he appeared. The man with a sharp eye is the leader of the black armored cavalry. The little man with a strange power, "Roven" and his companion, one-eyed man. There are also a big, but the weakest black-faced man among the enemies. There are several men present. They are all famous gods of killing.

Anyone in this tent believed that he could easily kill him Ephelik probably would have a little difficulty in tying the biggest black-faced man because the big black-faced man was so lucky that the person who duel either let his companions attack or shot, or missed the horse's hooves or even took the wrong weapon during the duel, or even slipped down his arms during the duel.

No matter whether you can beat this big guy with a black face or not, you are immune to it. The reason is that you are so unlucky.

Many people don’t believe in evil, but more than a dozen people lose for no reason, just like this big guy with a black face is a lucky star in the world.

Dueling with someone who is like a god behind this is simply a terrible failure that even if the black-faced man retreats step by step, he doesn't know when his companions will shoot or lose their weapons.

"What is your name?" The young coach startled Ephelik because the Greek language of this young coach was almost the same as he thought he was. If he hadn't brought any trace of local pronunciation and syntax, Ephelik would have doubted whether he was a Greek.

"The generals in awe are named Ephelik this time to discuss with you the generals about the cooperation between us nearly 10,000 mercenaries and your army." Ephelik cleared his throat and calmed his face and said, "We are only employed in Eastern Rome. They have abandoned us, so we decided to negotiate with you in exchange for life and freedom."

"Life and freedom?"

The young coach smiled and said, "Well said. But I have a little doubt that you have the ability to gain freedom. You also know that when your mercenary army returns to Eastern Rome, they will behead you mercenaries or send you to the arena or to be coolies. You have no freedom at all. What do you want to talk to us? What can you talk to us?"

"We have freedom.? Ephelik gritted his teeth and said firmly: "If we hadn't, we would use our own to seize freedom."

"Just like Spartacus?" the young coach suddenly asked, "Do you have the courage and talent of Spartacus?"

"I think I can do Justinian! If you know Justinian," Ephilik was ready to endure the other party's ridicule.

"Ambition." The young coach did not laugh at him, instead he nodded but asked slowly: "Even if you have the talent of Justinian, you don't have an army, you don't have a territory, you don't have power, you don't have weapons, you don't support your people. You don't have the wealth to support your founding of the country, you don't have nothing. You know that a person is far from enough to have ambition."

I have loyal soldiers who follow me. Since I am my father, they have been following my family. Just like Alexander took over my father's soldiers, I have thousands of followers. I also have an ally Charlemagne, a man who is as good as me. He is also a fallen royal family, but has more than three thousand good men who follow him in his hometown. We own a large tract of land and people under Eastern Rome." Ephelik tried his best to convince the other party to describe it vigorously.

"What can ten thousand people do?" The young coach smiled and said, "Our soldiers are far better than your subordinates. We have the best weapons and ships and have infinite wealth. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Dear Commander. There is only one empty shell left in Eastern Rome. He is simply unable to deal with more enemies." Ephelik gritted his teeth and said: If the respected Commander is willing to let us go back, we can become allies to fight Eastern Rome, we can pay you what you need. If you are willing to say what you need Eastern Rome."

"Submit." The young coach smiled faintly and stood up and walked to Ephilik, although he looked straight, but Ephilik felt like he was rising up. The young coach looked at Ephilik's eyes and said suicide: "There is a stronger man behind us who is a hundred times better than me and the people here. He is like a god-like king."

"What we do is obey his orders and give all the land in the world to his name and surrender the whole world to his feet." The young coach looked at Ephelik. Although his words were light, they stopped in Ephelik's ears as shocked as thunder. The young coach said lightly: "There can be people like Justinian, there can be Spartacus, Hannibal, there can be Caesar, Octavian, King David, Solomon, or even Alexander. But they must be his ministers because he is the most capable person in the world, the emperor of the entire world and all races."

"What conditions are needed to surrender? Slavery? Or the offering of gold?" Ephelik never thought that anyone wanted to conquer the whole world. This was something Alexander never thought that although he had conquered many places, he also knew that the world was so great that it was hard to travel all in his lifetime, let alone conquer them all.

"There is no gold we have to use gold bricks to build a Roman city." The young coach smiled slightly and said, "The surrender we need is the awe in our hearts. We want people in the world to know who is the real Earth Emperor. The first step we are to make self-righteous kings, such as kings in Eastern Rome or Persia, understand what strength and surrender are."

"You are just coming to declare your majesty, not to plunder?" Ephelik couldn't help but scream.

"Compared with our wealth, Eastern Rome and Persia, we don't have to plunder anything unless we let them understand what power is to declare our majesty." The young coach looked at Ephelik's eyes and kept looking into his heart and said lightly: "Swearing forever to surrender to us forever to surrender to us forever to surrender to us forever to you, you are the next Justinian."

"I have a friend named Charlemagne" Ephelik swallowed hard.
Chapter completed!