"This wind is strange."

Bancroft murmured as he looked into the sky.

After the Caesars acquired Wolong City, they only stationed the 20,000 troops of Bancroft to the east.

Emperor Caesar understood the meaning very clearly. He let the Han people come in and gave them a head-on blow in the city.

Therefore, to the east, the direction closest to the Han people is the weakest place around Wolong City.

Tonight, the Caesars were loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and they had already been fully prepared.

However, they did not wait for the Han army. What they waited for was a sudden, strange wind.

This strong wind came extremely suddenly without warning.

However, if it were just a gust of wind that blew, Bancroft would not be so heartbroken.

He stretched out his hand and measured the wind direction.

"General, what's wrong?" his adjutant Abel stepped forward and asked.

"Blow it back."

"What?" Aibel asked in surprise without understanding the superior's words.

Bancroft looked solemn and said slowly: "The wind blows over and blows over again."

"What?" Abel looked at him in confusion, confused. He knew clearly what kind of person his commander was and how many people he had in his stomach.

However, Bancroft's performance today surprised him. When did the commander of the legion who only knew how to march and fight, burn and kill and loot suddenly become interested in poetry.

However, Abel smiled slightly. This sentence was really not a good place for him, who was quite literary.

He took a deep breath. Since the general has such a good mood, he should cooperate, which will also have a good positive effect on mobilizing emotions.

"The unscrupulous call of the wind, the various leaves falling from the treetops and the sound of falling down mixed together, forming the main theme of autumn and winter now."

Abel recited in a low voice, saying that this beautiful sentence was his hard work.

"What are you doing?" Bancroft looked at Abel suspiciously and asked inexplicably.

Abel was stunned and asked, "Sir, aren't you reciting the poems of the wind?"

Bancroft rolled his eyes suddenly, but he really couldn't scold him in person for his right-hand man whom he had always relied on the most.

"I'm just saying that the gust of wind came strangely, as if it was flying around Wolong City."

"Ah..." Abel's face turned slightly red. It turned out that he was wrong.

Bancroft noticed that although Xu Haifeng's mental power has been greatly improved after combining with the alien energy of the superpower group, he still cannot match his strength if he wants to command a powerful whirlwind.

Especially when he was able to use his mind and make the whirlwind circling the city wall without dispersing, it was already a very great thing.

It was faint, and a strange smell came from the wind.

Bancroft sniffed hard, why is this smell so familiar?

"What's the smell?" Aibel said in surprise: "What a weird smell, it's really strange, it seems very pungent."

"Where did it float?" Bancroft's eyes suddenly widened, his muscles tensed, and even his voice trembled.

"Well, probably it's there." Aibel pointed with his hand, and it was Wolong City.

Bancroft's face was no longer bloody.

"General, you..." Aibel asked carefully.

"I remember this smell, and I will never forget." Bancroft will never forget the scene when he first fought with the Black Flag Army.

He clearly remembered that when he led the most powerful and combative cavalry of the Fourth Legion into the trap-filled camp, what he smelled was this pungent smell that made him unforgettable.

"Prepare horses, I'm going to see Caesar, hurry..." Bancroft suddenly shouted loudly.

Wolong City, where old Mrs. Fang originally lived, was now living an old man with an important position in Caesar.

"His Majesty, what are you looking at?"

A gentle and weird voice came from behind the old man, and a strange face that was no less than any woman appeared in front of him.

"Oh...I'm watching the wind."

Abu Soren looked up and pretended to look at it for a while, but he was unaware of anything. However, when he lowered his head, he looked at the lonely back of the old man, and the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated.

"Absolun, I know that you are also fascinated by the throne. As long as you can accomplish something, my heir will be you."

The farewell unexpectedly emerged in his mind, and Emperor Caesar's request for him.

Among the three sons of the Great, Abu Soren is the most special one.

Whether it is the eldest prince or the third prince, although they cannot be said to be extremely skilled in martial arts, they are at least capable of being second or above.

Only the second prince Abu Soren hates the most in his life, but the one he likes the most is to deal with many beautiful ladies in the dance.

He can be said to be the most incredible son of Caesar. However, Caesar handed over the most important decision in his life to him.

No one knows his son better than his father, and only the mighty and powerful Emperor Caesar knew the true ambition of this young man.

"Who?"

A sudden scream came from outside the door, and then the sound of weapons fighting continued to come.

"assassin……"

The guards roared loudly, and countless people flocked toward the place.

The soldiers guarding here are absolutely devout believers. In their hearts, His Majesty the Pope is the spokesperson of the greatest God in the world.

Even if you pay the price of your life, you cannot let the assassin hurt him.

"Absolun, I feel murderous." The pope turned around, with a hint of surprise on his old face.

"Yes, your majesty, the assassin is outside." Abu Soren replied respectfully.

"Well, they were able to find this at this time, really...uh..."

The pope's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at it in disbelief. A short sword had pierced his vocal cords. He tried hard to make a sound, but in the end it was futile.

"Your Majesty, are you wondering why I took action?" Absollen smiled slightly.

Perhaps it was because of a sense of unwilling belief in his heart that the pope's eyes widened and he stared at Absolun tightly.

"You and my father must have a death, whether you admit it or not, this is unavoidable. And I finally chose my father."

Absolun looked at the old man who was already in danger and said, "My elder brother is your most devout believer, so he will definitely not be designated as his heir by my father. As for Algeron, he is too reckless..."

The sound of footsteps in the distance was approaching. Abu Soren reached out and pressed his hand on his lower abdomen. His voice suddenly accelerated: "Here, stab a sword, but it will not hurt my internal organs, it will just leave an ugly scar."

"I've tried it on the prisoner many times, hehe..." His handsome face had a hint of hideousness under the dim candlelight.

"It also takes courage to get the highest position."

The glory in the pope's eyes had dimmed. He finally misreaded someone, misreading this young man who had always been extremely cowardly.

The generals were suddenly pushed away, and the guards roared incredible.

"Your Majesty, the Han people want to attack fire."

Bancroft came to the palace and, as he was, eager to meet Caesar, and finally got the permission of the supreme. The first words of the meeting shocked Caesar.

"How did you know?" Years of war experience made him calm down quickly and stared at the commander of the army who had been defeated by the Black Flag Army. Bancroft's every move was in his gaze.

"Smell, I smelled that strange smell, it was a sign that the Han people set fire to the camp." Bancroft said anxiously.

"Argenon..." Emperor Caesar shouted loudly.

"Yes, your Majesty." Algeron responded loudly outside the hall.

"Is there any movement in the tunnel?"

"No, your majesty, maybe they haven't set out yet." Algeron said uncertainly. After all, it was getting late.

A sense of danger surged into the emperor's heart. He stood up and was about to say something when suddenly a noise came from outside.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty the Pope is assassinated."

"What?"

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making people unstable.

Emperor Caesar's body shook, and Bancroft in front of him took a step and held the shaking Emperor.

Taking a deep breath, Emperor Caesar seemed to recover from his extreme shock, and he asked, "Who did it, who did it."

"have no idea."

"Are you all dead?" Caesar was furious. His eyes were extremely fierce, and he shouted angrily: "All the guards tonight will be sent to the gallows and beheadings, and no one will be left."

"His Majesty."

At some point, Abelma appeared in the hall: "Absolun, who was with His Majesty the Pope, is still alive, and he should know something."

"Absolun? How is he?"

"The assassin pierced his belly with his sword. Fortunately, he did not hurt his internal organs. This is God's favor."

"Save him, my friend."

"Yes, your majesty, don't worry." Abelma lowered his head deeply.

"Send the order, all troops, withdraw from Wolong City immediately."

Although I don't know why Caesar issued such an order, many generals still chose to execute it immediately.
Chapter completed!