Lose a horseshoe nail, lose a horseshoe, break a horsefoot, break a horse, break a horse, lose a king, lose a king, lose a war, lose a war, lose an empire.

There was an important war that was a matter of life and death for the country. Before the battle began, the king asked the groom to prepare his favorite horse. The groom immediately went to the blacksmith and told him to nail a horseshoe to the horse's paw at once. The blacksmith first nailed three horseshoes, and when he nailed the fourth, he found that one nail was missing, and the horseshoes were not yet secure. The groom reported the situation to the king, and seeing that the battle was about to begin, the king did not have time to pay attention to the fourth hoof nail, and hurried into battle. On the battlefield, the king led his soldiers on his horse. Suddenly, a horseshoe fell off, the horse fell to the ground, and the king was thrown hard. Before he could grasp the reins again, the frightened horse jumped up and fled. As soon as they saw the king fall, the soldiers fled for their lives. The entire army fell apart in an instant. The enemy took the opportunity to counterattack and captured the king. It was only then that the king realized the importance of the nail. But unfortunately, his dying prayers could not save his fate and undo the overthrow of an empire.

It's a well-known story that a tiny horseshoe is enough to capsize the world, and a sturdy dam can be destroyed by an anthill. The advent and end of any era are not based on a vigorous beginning, but on the basis of inconspicuous little things, tearing the curtain of the drama of the old era.

Who is the horseshoe of this era? Who is the horseshoe that overturned the world?

Shabak rubbed his sword with some sternness, while Leechtendein sat on a seat in the tavern and drank beer calmly. But I could see that there was an inexplicable longing in his eyes. Old Jock and several pilgrims, who had also come from afar, talked to each other about the group that had been in the harbor the other day. Vicos was the only one in the group leading his newly purchased horse outside the tavern and touching its head. Comforting this horse that has been kept in captivity.

Horse combat and foot combat are two completely different concepts, and a well-trained rider can kill an infantry of the same level without any suspense. But the same. The maintenance cost and training cycle of a mounted soldier are several times higher than that of the same infantry, which is also a factor restricting the large-scale use of cavalry.

Therefore, after Vicos lost Asr, under the selection of Shabak, a good horse was chosen for him, although this good horse is still a big gap compared to Bisafras, but it is enough for the next battle.

Just as every monarch who has been deprived of his land has a belief, His Majesty the Archduke of Colesman, who has been on the throne for a year, is anxious to regain the land lost by his predecessor. Expanding the territory is the greatest ideal of every monarch, because only a sufficiently large territory can show his greatness. Only endless wealth can show his shrewdness, and only a warrior who dies effectively can show his heroism.

Unfortunately, one of the territories that Vikos was canonized, Boseksen, was one of the lands that was taken away.

When Shabak and Vicos went to the clerk with the letter of appointment a few days ago, they were told in the clerk's disdainful eyes that the territory had been taken away, and the only way to obtain the fief was to snatch it back from the infidels.

Luckily, well, in the mouth of the clerk is lucky. The Grand Duke of Colesmans prepares to march against the infidels and regain the lost territory. If Vicos was able to fight the war, he would also receive a fief worthy of his title of nobility, but it is difficult to say whether it would be Boseksen or not.

The whole city was immersed in a frenzied atmosphere, and the religious, speculators, and mercenaries had recently learned that the Grand Duke of Colesmans was preparing for war. They are all gearing up and ready to get a piece of the pie in the coming war.

The city is full of ascetics walking the streets with crosses in hand, and under their trench coats, they incite the warlike nature of the people of the city with their low voices. They used guò's description of the punishment of the pagans in the Holy Book to show how just the war was, how invincible it was, and how vulnerable the army of the pagans was in front of them.

The blacksmith shops in the city were in operation. Every day, the sound of hammers striking on iron can be heard in the shop. The soldiers who came and went chose the weapons that suited them, ready to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

In the Magic Tower. Although it is inhabited mostly by atheists who do not believe in God, the Church is not in a position to outlaw them because of their mystery, strength, and unity. Those mysterious magicians are also making various scrolls and magical artifacts to add fuel to the coming war. Their noble and scarce status doomed them to be the first line on the battlefield, so they relied on their professional abilities to control all kinds of mysterious magic props in the rear. These power-ups all have a variety of magical and powerful effects, but at the same time, they are also staggeringly expensive, but there is no shortage of wealthy people in this world who do not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy these things that increase their chances of survival on the battlefield.

"Hear that, the army of the Principality will be marching out in three days' time!" said a craftsman who had been working all day to a nearby tavern fellow.

"Oh, this kind of thing has been known all over the city for a long time, and your ears are too insensitive, Mirsu. "The tavern guys obviously knew about it for a long time.

"It's a pity that I'm just a craftsman and don't have the skills to pick up a sword. The tailor named Mirsu gestured with his sword and swung it.

"Even if you fight to the last man, you don't need people like you to fight with weapons. The tavern guy glanced at Mirsu with some disdain.

"Three days later......" Shabak muttered softly in his mouth about this time, three days later it will be the time to start the army, I wonder if Viscount Tomellio is ready to fight?

"Ahh I don't know who is thinking about himself.

Feeling the power coming from his body, Vicos clenched his fists tightly. He converted all the 500 divine coins he had obtained before into the attributes of his body. Among them, Vicos increased his strength to 30. Body lì increased to 40 and agility increased to 43.

The reason why Vicos did this was obviously because he thought of the element of protracted warfare in battle, so he raised the body to 40, and as for strength, strength was not as important to a warrior on a horse as it was to an infantryman.

To be honest, even Vicos doesn't know what level of his strength is now, and maybe it will take a battle to test. On a quiet night, as usual, a brightly lit castle stands on a hill just 2 kilometres from Collesman.

It can be seen that the person who designed the castle in the first place was a master of architecture. The castle's clever design naturally combines the surrounding topography with the castle itself, and with the already rugged terrain of the hillock, it is an ingenious fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

If the enemy wants to attack Colesman, they must first destroy the castle, otherwise the castle will be like a nail, nailed deep into the hearts of the attackers.

Inside the castle, waiters come and go, preparing various things, shuttling around the banquet table.

On the table is a variety of fresh dishes, roast suckling pig. Cheese, as well as honey, one of the few sweets of the era, and wine, which was indispensable for banquets.

The value of this meal alone is enough to make an ordinary family eat for several years, and it is no wonder that some people say that the smell of wine and meat wafts in front of the houses of the rich and noble. Poor people are dying of starvation on the streets.

"Welcome!" a red-haired nobleman in a red cross raised his glass.

The whole banquet suddenly fell silent, and all the knights and nobles present looked at Ai Mo who raised his wine glass and watched his movements closely.

As the organizer of this banquet. Count Aymour, who was also the owner of the castle, was pleased with the awe-inspiring looks of his guests. Because he was about to become the master of Colesman, the Grand Duke of Colesman.

Provided that the war is as long as it is as he planned.

"To be able to attend this banquet that I am hosting. Aimo slowly walked down with his glass in hand. "It's a great honor!

"Haha, Count you really know how to laugh. ”

"Since it was an invitation from the Earl, how dare we not come?"

One by one, the noble knights at the table stood up, raised their glasses and drank from them, and then said words of praise to Aimo against their will.

Because everyone knows that the current monarch of the Grand Duchy of Colesmang is not Alphonse V in the royal palace.

After the death of the previous Grand Duke, Alphonse IV, the son of Alphonse IV was supposed to be the new Grand Duke. Unfortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died in a hunt, and the sixteen-year-old Alphonse V was appointed as the new Grand Duke.

However, the newly enthroned Alphonse V was unable to rule the principality strongly because of his youth and ignorance. Neither the pious citizens, nor the pilgrims, nor the nobles who disobeyed the gods and the yang did not take this grand duke seriously.

Therefore, it is clear that the power of the Grand Duchy of Colesman, the administrative, the military, and the economic power, all fell into the hands of Aimo.

Aimo, son-in-law of Alphonse IV, is the uncle of the current Grand Duke. He is usually keen on gangs, and he has long had a huge circle of power of his own in the court. In such an unprecedented situation where the predecessor was dead and the current one could not be convinced, he seized the supreme power of the principality in one fell swoop by virtue of his identity and ability. Having become the uncrowned king of the Holy City, it is no wonder that the guest who is doing it at the moment or is so stammering with this red-haired earl.

The banquet was filled with all kinds of noisy voices, such as the conversation between the powerful nobles and the counts, the mutual praise between the knights, and even the mercenary transactions between the lowly merchants and the nobles, and even the clergy of the Church failed to stand their ground in the name of the King of Colesman.

Aimo took a gentle sip of wine, and then his eyes were fiery. He was enjoying his life now, but there was a fire burning in his heart right now. Just as in his early years, he traveled thousands of miles to Colesman, and won the favor of Alphonse IV's daughter by virtue of his original baron status and handsome appearance, and became the concubine of the Grand Duchy of Colesman. He is also longing now, but what he is no longer eager to be able to get ahead from a small nobleman to a big nobleman. Instead, he longed to be the Grand Duchy of Colesman.

Just arrange one more accident and let Alphonse V die "accidentally". In that case, he would be able to become the Grand Duke of Colesman. After all, it was not much of a time to agree with a woman to become a monarch, so although his wife had the right to inherit, eventually the power of the principality would still fall into his hands. And the best way to create such an accident is for Alphonse V to die in one of the wars.

For this reason, he sent several times to encourage the newly ascended Alphonse V to send troops to attack the neighboring Ikzar dynasty. That is, the country that previously took away the territory of the Duchy of Colesman.

In the past, the mighty Ikzar dynasty was not the target of Kolesman's attack at all, but now, the Ikzar dynasty has fallen apart. It was divided into tribes, large and small, each loyal to its own caliphate.

Such an opportunity can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as he takes advantage of the split of the Iqzar dynasty and rules the principality again, then the next scene is a little unbearable for even Aimo himself.

Aimo looked at the people passing by, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he coughed heavily.

Just like that, the people present listened as if they had heard thunder, and they all listened to the conversation. Prepare to listen to what Aimo is going to speak after coughing.

"Today, I have gathered you for a holy cause!" said Ammo, deliberately using the words of justice to conceal some filthy deeds, "that the infidels have wreaked havoc on our land for so long, can we continue to tolerate their filthy deeds?"

"Can't!" the crowd erupted in a loud voice. Each of them expressed a layer of hypocrisy that could cater to Elmo's speech.

"This land that our ancestors took from the pagans needs to be guarded by us, and it is our duty to defend it. It is our right to take back what is rightfully ours. Now it's time for us to get on our horses and bring what once belonged to us!" Aimo couldn't have meant to convey an attitude toward Ikzar.

"Bang!" everyone in the banquet raised their palms and applauded enthusiastically. Everyone desperately slammed their palms together, colliding with the loudest sound. They all know it. Whoever shoots the loudest has the possibility of getting a place in the eyes of the count. If you really get a place, you can get the benefits not only for yourself, but also for your family.

Therefore, everyone tried their best to show hypocritical fanaticism on their faces, and clapped their palms desperately, even if their palms were already red, no one was the first to give up applauding, because the last person to stop applauding would definitely be able to make a good impression in the eyes of the earl!!

An uncrowned king of Colesman, a group of ridiculous nobles, is doing ridiculous things at banquets like this. On a quiet night, as usual, a brightly lit castle stands on a hill just 2 kilometres from Collesman.

It can be seen that the person who designed the castle was a master of architecture, and the castle's ingenious design naturally combined the surrounding terrain with the castle itself, and with the already rugged terrain of the hill, an ingenious fortress that was easy to defend and difficult to attack was built.

If the enemy wants to attack Colesman, they must first destroy the castle, otherwise the castle will be like a nail, nailed deep into the hearts of the attackers.

Inside the castle, waiters come and go, preparing various things, shuttling around the banquet table.

On the table are a variety of fresh dishes, roast suckling pig, cheese, and one of the few sweets of the era, honey, and wine, which is indispensable for banquets.

The value of this meal alone is enough to feed an ordinary family for several years, and it is no wonder that some people say that the smell of wine and meat wafts in front of the houses of the rich and noble, while the poor die of cold and starvation on the streets.

"Welcome!" a red-haired nobleman in a red cross raised his glass.

The whole banquet suddenly fell silent, and all the knights and nobles present looked at Ai Mo who raised his wine glass and watched his movements closely.

As the host of the banquet and the owner of the castle, the Count of Aymo was pleased with the awe-inspiring look in the eyes of his guests, for he was about to become the master of Collesman, the Grand Duke of Clesman.

Provided that the war is as long as it is as he planned.

"To be able to attend this banquet that I am hosting. Aimo slowly walked down with the wine glass in his hand, "It's a great honor for me!

"Haha, Count you really know how to laugh. ”

"Since it was an invitation from the Earl, how dare we not come?"

One by one, the noble knights at the table stood up, raised their glasses and drank from them, and then said words of praise to Aimo against their will.

Because everyone knows that the current monarch of the Grand Duchy of Colesmang is not Alphonse V in the royal palace.

After the death of the previous Grand Duke, Alphonse IV, the son of Alphonse IV was supposed to be the new Grand Duke. Unfortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died in a hunt, and the sixteen-year-old Alphonse V was appointed as the new Grand Duke.

However, the newly enthroned Alphonse V was unable to rule the principality strongly because of his youth and ignorance. Neither the pious citizens, nor the pilgrims, nor the nobles who disobeyed the gods and the yang did not take this grand duke seriously.

Therefore, it is clear that the power of the Grand Duchy of Colesman, the administrative, the military, and the economic power, all fell into the hands of Aimo.

Aimo, son-in-law of Alphonse IV, is the uncle of the current Grand Duke. He is usually keen on gangs, and he has long had a huge circle of power of his own in the court. In such an unprecedented situation where the predecessor was dead and the current one could not be convinced, he seized the supreme power of the principality in one fell swoop by virtue of his identity and ability. Having become the uncrowned king of the Holy City, it is no wonder that the guest who is doing it at the moment or is so stammering with this red-haired earl.

The banquet was filled with all kinds of noisy voices, such as the conversation between the powerful nobles and the counts, the mutual praise between the knights, and even the mercenary transactions between the lowly merchants and the nobles, and even the clergy of the Church failed to stand their ground in the name of the King of Colesman.

Aimo took a gentle sip of wine, and then his eyes were fiery. He was enjoying his life now, but there was a fire burning in his heart right now. Just as in the early years, he traveled thousands of miles to Colesmane in order to get ahead, and won the favor of Alphonse IV's daughter by virtue of his original baronial status and handsome appearance, and became the colt of the Grand Duchy of Colesman, he is also longing now, but what he is no longer eager to get ahead from a small nobleman to a big nobleman, but to be able to become the Grand Duke of Colesman. (To be continued......)