Chapter 263 Border Lord

In the Western State, Rivechboye of Zoshenk received a terrible emergency notice.

"Her Majesty Katrin has issued an order! The Eastern Province has rebelled. The Great Boyar Alexi, Levich, and the other Boyars of the Western Provinces must immediately mobilize their soldiers to fight against the Griffin Legion!"

"I'm going to fight the rebels! The Norse barbarians will attack us in three days!"

Vitali Boye, led by Tchaikov, did not give the envoys from the royal city any face. His territory was the northernmost, in the ice pine forest near the Norse Peninsula. Years of fighting against roaming looters gave the Vitali family a reputable tutor.

There were even rumors that this boyar had Norse ancestry. Because Vitali Castle had not been reinforced for a long time, it was often breached, and at the worst moment, even the entire territory fell.

If it weren't for the help from neighboring Valery Boye and Old Igor Boye, who liberated the Tchaikov Territory after the death of the lord in battle, the wife of the previous lord might have given birth to several children in the Norse tribe.

"Boyers, this is your duty. Successive tsars appointed you!" The messenger faced the lords with a high attitude and was not afraid of the boyers' angry glares.

"It's my duty to do you a favor!" Vitali approached the messenger unwillingly, and his bear-like body completely blocked the messenger's light.

Oleg and Nikita Boye had to hold down the impulsive Vitali to prevent a tragedy from happening.

"Levichboye, we can't abandon our territory to fight the Eastern State's army! To His Majesty the Tsar, the power of a few border lords is just like weeds on the roadside, but our people cannot lose the protection of weeds. There are not many forces that can protect them."

The elderly Valeri Boyer is the core of the "Five Northern Fortresses". He is a survivor of the "Great Holy War", and no one among the boyers present knows the horror of Chaos better than him.

"The best we can offer is a denunciation on paper."

"The northern barbarians are coming soon, and we have a reason to be absent!"

Oleg and Nikita barely pulled Vitali away, and without even having time to wipe the sweat off their heads, they all shouted in support.

Their territory is also on the northern edge of the troll kingdom, just a little further south than the territories of Valeri and Igor. It is still on the southern edge of the ice pine forest and is also the front line against invasion.

The ten boyars on the Great Plains further south were feeling uneasy. As if they had noticed this, the messenger struck while the iron was hot:

"Your Majesty is merciful. All it takes is for a few boyars to lead their troops and go to Kislev with me. That will be enough to prove your loyalty! I will explain to Her Majesty the difficulties in the north."

The boyers exchanged glances with each other, Oleg Boyer even sneered softly, and Vitali laughed and gave up struggling. Anyone could hear his disdain for the Tsar.

Bloody Katrin is not known for her mercy.

"It sounds like His Majesty needs us to make up for some shortcomings in etiquette."

Yevsky Boye, who was only slightly younger than Valery, moved his short, half-white beard slightly and asked the messenger meaningfully. His will represented the common will of the five boyes in the central region.

Perhaps the Tsar just needed support, not any real armed force, and they would give him as much support as he wanted.

The situation of the five boyars in the south is more direct. The Norsemen have to conquer Zoshenk to threaten them. Compared with the invasion of Kazaka, the power of the Tsar has a greater impact on them.

"If so, I am willing to respond to your majesty's call. Please forgive our offense. The invasion of Kazaka has caused us to lose our composure and reason."

"right!"

"Of course I dare not disobey Your Majesty."

The four boyars in the north were a little anxious. Even the loss of one soldier would reduce their ability to resist the invasion.

If possible, they wanted all the boyars and soldiers to stay and fight against the Norscans.

The boyas in the central part did not dare to continue speaking out. They had an inseparable relationship with the Daha sect, so they were fortunate that the Tsar did not directly label them as traitors.

After all, they had been ordered to suppress the "bandit problem" for several months, but had gained nothing or lost nothing.

The elder boye fell into a rare silence. All the boys present could understand Levich's concerns. With just one mistake, the Tsar's power would destroy the border lords of the Western states first.

Compared to the rich south, the devastated north has already completely fallen.

For twenty years, they had not received any assistance from the Tsar. Relying only on the old soldiers who survived the "Great Holy War" and the newly trained young men, the border lords of the Western States had no ability to influence the overall situation of the kingdom, and even protecting themselves was difficult.

Rivet loosened his clenched fists and nodded to the five boyars in the south.

In the end, the envoy got the "response" from the border leaders as he wished.

The five southern boyars left as many soldiers as possible, but still took away two hundred winged cavalry, leaving only one thousand and six cavalrymen on the border.

The other boyars had no right to blame the five lords who fled from the battlefield, because the five southern lords still left nearly three hundred cavalrymen to be deployed by the other boyars.

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The five southern lords have the largest number of winged cavalry. The further north the boyars are, the less economic strength they have.

According to convention, each boyar had to support at least ten winged cavalry, and a large boyar had to support fifty.

The Tsar would not care how many soldiers they maintained, but the number must not be less than this. Otherwise, the Tsar would think that the boyars had lost the ability to defend the territory and would directly deprive those who were disqualified of their noble status.

The five boyars had to represent the entire border and had to take two hundred winged cavalry with them.

Perhaps in a hurry to report, the messenger wanted to set out overnight. The five boyas from the south could only call on the soldiers on duty and hurried south.

Bjorlin's glacier has been dyed red with blood. Lynch didn't know how many people he had killed. He had no feelings at all, neither angry nor guilty. He carried out the cleanup work mechanically.

The death spread all over the ice field awakened many undead souls. The archmage and the former priest of Mor went around to rest the dead, and with the help of the power of the elven gods and the god of the dead, they snatched the souls of the dead from the power of chaos.

Eugen didn't know whether his method would work, but based on Mor's performance so far, he would never miss the opportunity to protect souls, even if the person presiding over the ceremony was a fake believer.

In the realm of guarding death, he always tries his best to grant priests' requests, although he does not have the power to do so.

"The Morhei Guard will respond to our call for help, Lord Vladimir, ask for help from the Empire! Neither Ostermark nor Oster will sit idly by and watch a vampire rule Kislev!"

The wind of death prevails in the Eastern State, which gives the priests of Mor considerable influence. The scale of the Mor Temple is even slightly larger than that of the Ursun Temple.

This gave the Bishop of Mor the idea of ​​interfering in politics, and perhaps the Church of Mor could make further progress in Kislev.

Vladimir the Claw of Ursun would certainly not agree to such a request, and no Kislevite wanted the Empire to interfere in Kislev's politics.

(End of this chapter)