The night is deep, one hundred and twenty miles south of Alto City, where the Gyeonggi Army is encamped.
Gulamo, the leader of the Purple Grass Clan, was dressed in black and led a dozen personal guards as he climbed the nearest hill. He looked solemnly and stared at the military camp in the distance, with a few bonfires flickering in it. There were groups of samurai patrolling outside the military camp, so the group did not dare to get too close, and just detoured from a distance through the mountains.
Gu Lamo looked at the military camp with thousands of people. It was a force that the southern nobles could not resist. Then, he turned back and looked to the north. Darkness shrouded the mountains, and a more powerful evil was coming from there, with the roar of the volcano demon.
"媸~~"
Gulamo took a deep breath, and trembling excitement surged through his body, like a gambler throwing dice.
By this time, Medina's assassination should have come to fruition. Her fingernails are coated with jungle poison frog poison. As long as she scratches the king's skin and gets a little bit of blood, she can take away the extremely powerful king.
"The deadly spearhead viper can take away the life of a powerful jaguar with just one bite... Even the weak can have a chance to come back and win by seizing the weakness of the strong... May the moon goddess Halatana bless you I, I will sacrifice human sacrifices for Him!”
Gulamo lowered his head and prayed for a moment, seeking the moon's blessing.
From the moment he saw the change of the enfeoffment order, he had murderous intentions in his heart. And Medina told him that the king was unwilling to make any compromises, so he made up his mind to assassinate her! No matter how serious the consequences of a failed assassination attempt, it's worth the risk!
Because he could see clearly that the new kingdom was in the ascendant and it was entirely dependent on the king alone. The Mexica Legion, the Prepecha Lancer Legion, the Tarasco Army, the Barbarian Legion...the ability of so many different forces to unite into one is maintained by the king's prestige and charm. As soon as the king died, the kingdom would fall apart in an instant, and even if the Mexica sent another prince, it would be of no avail. It is difficult for the forces of all parties to balance again, and they will inevitably fight each other. And when that time comes, the Prepecha generals he contacted before will make the choice he wants.
Thinking of this, Gulamo pressed his chest, where several key secret letters were hidden. Two of them correspond to the Gyeonggi Legion in front of them.
"Clan leader."
A personal guard stepped forward and whispered back.
"Should we rest where we are?"
After traveling one hundred and twenty miles a day, everyone was very tired. Gulamo glanced at his personal guards, then at everyone, and nodded slightly.
"Rest for an hour and continue on the road. We are still a hundred miles away from Kuramo City. We must rush back to the fiefdom before noon tomorrow!"
Regardless of whether the assassination was successful or not, Gulamo would have to face the wrath of the Praetorian Guards. The only place that could resist the terrifying copper beasts of the Imperial Guards was the stone-walled city of Kuramo.
The group of people searched for a valley and rested carefully for an hour. Before leaving, there was trouble. In the team, two dancers and musicians found their legs sore after taking a break and could no longer walk.
Gulamo glanced at it indifferently. This was his favorite dancer and musician, specially prepared for Medina's dance, although it was not used.
"killed."
"Master?"
"Kill. Cut off the head and throw it down the mountain."
"yes."
The guards took out their long daggers, and soon there were two screams. Then, the body's head was divided into two parts, making it difficult to identify.
"Keep going!"
Soon, the group continued to move along the mountain road in the night. After walking for forty miles, the Crow Family's manor was already in sight. This is the fiefdom of Old Crow Sitley, and it is also the last noble fiefdom on the way to Kuramo City. The Crow Family has hundreds of private warriors and thousands of militiamen. It is the only force that can buy time for the Zicao Family at this moment.
It was getting dark, and Gulamo ordered the team to stop. He pondered for a moment and called two dead soldiers.
"sage."
"The head of the family."
"You stay near the manor. When we pass, go to Crow Manor. Old Crow must not have come back yet. You tell his eldest son, Little Crow, that the king of the north has been assassinated by us! The southern nobles and Prepecha in the royal army The generals agreed to raise troops together to restore the Kingdom of Tarasco!"
"As you command, Master."
Sage knelt down and saluted.
Gulamo thought for a while and took out a secret letter from his arms. This is the correspondence with Ezpin, the leader of the Second Lance Corps. It contains the least content and is the least important.
"Take it. If Little Crow doesn't believe it, wave this letter in front of him. He probably won't be able to recognize all the Mexica characters, only the seal."
"As you command, Master."
Gulamo nodded and looked at the other dead soldier.
"rosemary."
"The head of the family."
"Go to the mountain road to the north. If the Kingdom's Gyeonggi Army comes, report it. Say that the Crow Family intends to rebel!"
"As you command, Master."
Gulamo said, touching the other two key secret letters, hesitating for a while, and then took his hand back. The time was running out, and he still held out hope of assassinating Medina. Then we cannot expose the generals who are really likely to respond after the king's death.
"Keep walking!"
After leaving the two behind, Gulamo once again set out on his way home. He has excellent physical strength and moves quickly and quickly, even better than the senior warrior next to him.
The new sunshine shines on the fields in the south, and the water vapor from Lake Atoyak is dispersed in the wind. When the morning sun rose into the sky, they finally arrived at Kuramo City.
Gulamo couldn't care less about rest. He gave the order again.
"Thyme, bay."
"The head of the family."
"You go to Kuramo City and contact the militiamen who have been prepared for a long time."
"As you command, Master."
There are a thousand Mexica warriors in Culamo and nearly two thousand militiamen. Although these militias were demobilized by the Mexica, they were actually still in the hands of the Comfrey family. The Lithospermum family has been in Kuramo for generations and has been operating for more than two hundred years. Its tentacles have penetrated into all aspects. The potential influence of the family is great, but once they leave the southern fiefdom, all this will be lost.
Gulamo looked around again and looked at the remaining dead soldiers. He thought for a moment and chose an assassin who looked cowardly.
"eucalyptus."
"The head of the family."
"Take these three secret letters."
Gulamo groped around in his arms and handed the other three unimportant letters to Eucalyptus except for the two key letters.
"Go and report to the Mexica leader Etalik in Culamo City, saying that General Prepecha is preparing to rebel. Try to get as close to him as possible!"
"As you command, Master."
"Do you still have the frog poison?"
"have."
"Remember, don't use a dagger, it's too easy to be spotted. Use your nails!"
"As you command, Master."
Gulamo nodded. He glanced at the dead soldiers lightly. These people are the essence of what he has cultivated for more than ten years. In this era of endless wars, the reason why the Lithospermum family was able to rule the south was of course not because of being good at singing and dancing, but because of assassins and poison!
However, in the face of the overwhelming momentum and thousands of warriors, the assassin's power was so weak.
Gulamo sighed for the first time. He turned around and addressed the remaining people.
"Let's go! Return to the manor and activate the family warriors. The survival of the Zicao family depends on this!"
Everyone embarked on the final road. Gulammo pursed his lips and looked to the east in silence. If raising troops fails, he has one last way to retreat...
The sun rose into the sky and its bright rays shone on Lake Atoyak. And the shadow of the ragwort tree is right in the sun, with nowhere to hide.
