After this William continued: "And, as you know, we are in a bad situation. otbnkotgt Just like what William said.
Goths, Slavs, Tartar centaurs.
Nobles, knights, mercenaries, nomads, and Boyers.
Now that these people have entered the situation, who else, what, which country, and what force can change the trend of the war and provide help to the warring parties, or in other words, to the warring parties.
They're all harmful Of course, there could be no one other than the Ottoman Dark Elves.
They have money, a vast territory, larger than Tartaria, more people, more troops, richer resources and, well, more money.
Although before that, they had already fought a battle with the centaurs.
But it doesn't matter, a war can't destroy too many things.
Especially when it was limited to the mountainous areas of Armenia and could not penetrate deep into the interior of the Ottoman Empire.
William even felt that after this painless battle, these dark elves would feel dissatisfied with their desires.
Therefore, William felt that as a gentleman, he needed to give some help to Fatima, the Ottoman sultan.
By the way, let Sudan help him.
With her two thousand pirate warships and two hundred thousand troops.
"Don't worry, father, everything will be fine."
William said to Duke Otto: "And I assure you, there will never be any problems with the candidates I send.
Even if there is a problem, he will never Leaking things about me to the outside world.”
"But the dark elves will."
Duke Otto was still not reassured.
"Yes, they will, but no one will believe them.
Because they are a bunch of Bitches.
Have you forgotten this, father?"
"Generally speaking, most fathers hope that their children will be polite and not full of swear words."
Duke Otto frowned and said: "Also, you look very excited, William or every time, you are He seemed very excited when he was playing some tricks."
"Oh, am I so excited?"
William was slightly surprised: "Father, you must have read it wrong.
All of this is a last resort.
Or in this case, we have to do this.
We are too weak, only Five counties and one dukedom.
We only have a quarter of Wende's strength.
We can't even fight against Tarta's partial army.
Yes, or behind closed doors, a Duke is pretty good in a messy empire.
But you should know that I want more than just that. " "Maybe.
But I still have to remind you."
Duke Otto said helplessly: "It is wrong to play with these little tricks."
"Of course, of course I understand this."
William assured Duke Otto very seriously.
This is not the first time he has given this assurance to Duke Otto: "I don't like playing tricks.
I really do it just because I have no other choice.
If I had 200,000 new Circassian troops in my hands, do you think I would still play tricks like this?
" "Maybe."
Duke Otto shook his head.
Recently, he has found it increasingly difficult to communicate with his son.
William is really too smart, a little too smart.
If this happened to someone else, Duke Otto might be able to take some coercive measures.
But obviously, William was his only son, so he couldn't do that.
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Even when others discovered these things, he had to provide William with adequate protection.
Just like a few days ago, William used a little trick.
Let a few Gothic knights be killed like that.
"This has nothing to do with the size of the power, but with the character.
I know a person.
He has enough ability and strength.
But at the same time, he still likes to play tricks."
Duke Otto did not say this to William.
Because he didn't want William to ask: Who is that person?
Of course, maybe William doesn't care.
At the same time, that is, when no progress can be made on the frontal battlefield, Istanbul is probably the largest, strongest and richest city in the Old World.
The inner city that only allows dark elves to live, the central city that only allows nobles to live, and the palace area that only allows royal family to live.
This bastard is filled with the decadent atmosphere of "I have money, and I don't care how much money I have." place.
William's plan is implemented although it may not necessarily work.
It is in this place, in one of the hundreds of gardens of the female sultan Fatima bin Abdullah Hashimiya, there is a fountain, a pavilion, the service of hundreds of maids and hundreds of people.
Under the guard of a Royal Guard.
Ever's breath was all-encompassing, lying on her soft couch, eating fruit and drinking juice, as if watching a performance, looking at the messenger in front of her.
It doesn't matter who he is, it doesn't matter what news he brings, whatever he wants to get, or whatever he wants to give, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
This world doesn't mean much to her.
Because everything is too simple.
When you feel bored, start a war, massacre a certain minority, or promote a belief, plan a conspiracy, or just enjoy the performance of a clown.
But the current messenger, who seemed to have a "good" look, almost played the role of a "clown" in the eyes of the female Sultan Fatima.
Just to pass the time.
"So, if you want to say something for five minutes, I don't have much patience."
Female Sultan Fatima said this while looking at her nails.
Very nice light gray.
"Do you want Tronica, my great majesty?"
So Sudan became interested.
Although just a little bit.
But her body leaned a little forward towards the messenger, and her expression became a little more serious, although only a little.
"If you want Tronica, it is now, Your Majesty.
The main forces of Tarta are either in the steppes of Cumanchincha, in the state of nomadic tribes, or in the north with the Goths and Slavs fighting in the Black Sea region.
The fleet will never be your match.
Plan an attack and win.
Add Tronica, the most fertile and rich territory of Tartaria, to the territory of the great Ottoman Empire.
It’s very simple, what are you waiting for?”
"Humph."
So the female sultan Fatima smiled: "It's a pretty good joke.
Messenger.
Very good.
It once again made me see the arrogance and stupidity of human beings.
Although this joke is a bit old, it's okay.
Well, as long as it can make people laugh, it’s good, or it’s a classic.”
Beside Sudan, the maids laughed appropriately.
Approval by sight.
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"But I still have to kill you.
Is this a turning point?
Maybe not, because you have offended the dignity of a sultan.
So it is natural for you to be killed, isn't it?"
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