Jet hurried to say, "My lord, it is not that I dare not, but rather in the imperial court today... you saw it yourself, my position is minor and my words carry little weight. I fear I cannot withstand the public's scrutiny and dare not rashly undertake this mission to the beast tribes."
Xiao Xun understood his meaning and could not help but relax his expression, "That's alright then, I'll inform His Majesty before going."
Only then did Jet agree.
Compared to the internal and external troubles of Saint Tiloroman, the beast tribes were also hesitating whether to send troops to attack Saint Tiloroman. Lin Dong's attitude was sincere, and he even humbled himself to apologize for the previous invasion of the beast tribes.
He also promised that once Saint Tiloroman was conquered, the beast tribes and Lin Dong would divide Saint Tiloroman equally.
However, the beast tribe nation was divided into two factions: war and peace. The Beast King, seeing that both sides held their own opinions and could not prioritize the overall situation of the beast tribes, was finally unable to make a decision and had to seek counsel from Robinson.
Since Robinson's great battle with Vincent, his fame had soared. He held multiple positions, and the military power of the beast tribes was entirely in his hands, making him the de facto number one figure in the military.
Upon receiving the Beast King's letter, Robinson weighed the matter carefully and ultimately adopted a conservative approach: mobilize and prepare for war, observe the outcome, and make a decision after the victory or defeat was decided.
If the other three routes were victorious, they would directly capture Saint Tiloroman; if the other three routes retreated in defeat, then other methods would be devised.
Such a decision was made to save Xiao Xun's face, as without the coordinated advance of the four armies, the effect of the approaching enemy would not have been created.
This would also significantly reduce the pressure on Saint Tiloroman. Robinson had done his utmost in this regard. If Saint Tiloroman could not even defeat the three routes, then his existence would truly be meaningless.
This decision was also recognized by all parties in the beast tribes, and thus, the beast tribes finally made their decision to temporarily halt the deployment of troops.
With the strategy against Saint Tiloroman decided, the Beast King of the beast tribes received a letter from Saint Tiloroman.
The Beast King opened and read the letter, his spirit soaring. He laughed heartily and said, "The northwestern three cities of Saint Tiloroman have surrendered to our beast tribes. Truly, Heaven blesses our beast tribes!"
A shaman accompanied him with a smile, "Saint Tiloroman has just fought a decisive battle with our tribe and has not yet recovered its strength, nor has its foundation stabilized. Lin Dong gathered the troops of the four routes to jointly attack Saint Tiloroman, which was truly putting Saint Tiloroman to death! Now, the northwestern three cities of Saint Tiloroman have rebelled, which is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back. It seems Saint Tiloroman has reached its end."
The Wolf King trembled upon hearing this, "Your Majesty, Saint Tiloroman and our beast tribes are like lips and teeth, inseparable. If Saint Tiloroman perishes, Tydrael will have no further concerns, and our beast tribes will be in danger!"
The Beast King was also deeply concerned about this and frowned. Just as he was about to speak, the shaman said, "The Wolf King exaggerates! Our beast tribes have natural barriers and millions of armored soldiers. What is there to fear?"
Just as the Wolf King was about to respond, the shaman continued, "When Saint Tiloroman attacked the beast tribes, did they consider the relationship of lips and teeth? Now, you cannot blame others for kicking someone when they are down! Your Majesty, your subjects beg you to seize this opportunity to expand our victories, lest Lin Dong benefit!"
The Wolf King thought to himself: What a glib tongue! He couldn't help but retort, "Between great nations, how can we act so rashly? If Lin Dong captures Saint Tiloroman, our beast tribes will be in danger! I hope Your Majesty will think deeply about this!"
For a moment, the two sides held their own opinions and presented their own arguments.
The Beast King, holding the letter, couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you all so anxious? For now, let's just talk about the northwestern three cities. As for Saint Tiloroman? Let's first see how Tydrael's three great armies fare before making a decision. The northwestern three cities wish to surrender to our beast tribes, do they expect me to offer them assistance?"
The shaman sighed inwardly, "In my opinion, the northwestern cities merely wish to occupy a corner of their own. Surrendering to our beast tribes is simply to borrow our tribe's prestige to deter Saint Tiloroman."
However, the Wolf King said, "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the surrender of the northwestern three cities to our beast tribes is a malicious intention! The three cities surrender to the beast tribes but not to Lin Dong, which seems to be a provocation."
Before the Wolf King could finish speaking, the shaman sneered, "The Wolf King is perhaps too hesitant? Saint Tiloroman and our beast tribes have long been at odds. Even if there were a peace faction, it would absolutely not be within our beast tribes, but rather dependent on Saint Tiloroman's attitude."
The shaman's words were filled with sarcasm, and his speech revealed disdain for the Wolf King's advocacy for peace.
"What the Shaman said is precisely right! Since the three cities have surrendered to our beast tribes, why should I fear them? We shall accept them all!"
Upon saying this, he loudly addressed those around him, "Draft an imperial decree, appointing Jisted as the mayor of New Zhishi, and all other cities shall be under the jurisdiction of our beast tribes!"
The Beast King's decree was rather interesting. He appointed Jisted as the mayor of New Zhishi, but the problem was that New Zhishi was not within the Beast King's territory. Therefore, this mayor of New Zhishi could only be a mere formality.
If Jisted truly wished to become the mayor of New Zhishi, he could only strive for it himself. What a cunning stratagem of "driving the wolves to swallow the tigers"! Regardless of the intentions of the three cities, first sow chaos!
Lin Dong's three armies slowly approached the border of Saint Tiloroman. The Gusang army arrived at Iron Hill Fortress first.
"Is it Gusang who has arrived?"
Upon hearing Du Keer's voice, Peilisha was startled and nodded, "Gusang has arrived at Iron Hill Fortress with his troops. Big brother, rest well, I will order them to retreat!"
"Gusang, confident in his ferocity, only fears me greatly. If you intend to rely on the strategic advantage of Iron Hill Fortress to defeat Gusang, even if Iron Hill Fortress is held, it will be a pyrrhic victory. What difference is there between having such an Iron Hill Fortress and not having it?"
Peilisha's shoulders trembled. Just as Du Keer had said, she had indeed wanted to engage Gusang in a direct confrontation.
In fact, as long as Du Keer could not appear safely at Iron Hill Fortress, Gusang would never give up.
But after listening to Du Keer's words, for a moment, Peilisha did not know how to deal with Gusang, and cold sweat immediately soaked her clothes.
Du Keer's voice sounded at the opportune moment, "You go. If Gusang wishes to see me, send someone to inform me! I will deal with it."
Peilisha was slightly taken aback. Just as she was about to ask for advice, Du Keer closed his eyes again, "I am tired. You may go down now."
Peilisha did not ask further and turned to retreat.
Jisted truly had the audacity of a bear's heart and a leopard's gall. Upon receiving the Beast King's诏书, he gathered his retinue and swaggered to New Zhishi to take up his post.
Of course, some were displeased. After receiving the beast tribes'诏书, Karul slammed the desk with such force that he wished he could march to the beast tribes immediately.
How could this man, who had always looked down on Jisted, willingly let Jisted defecate on his head?
In comparison, Bisjes was much calmer. After reading the Beast King's诏书 at his convenience, he directly threw it into the latrine.
But now Saint Tiloroman could not remain calm. Xiao Xun's carefully prepared statement had been completely disrupted by the Beast King's actions.
He had initially thought the northwestern rebellion was orchestrated by Lin Dong, but he never expected the mastermind to be the beast tribes. No one could remain calm.
The old general Bilesjis, with an attitude of having foreseen this, severely ridiculed Jet in the court. Even though Jet was eloquent, with the reality laid bare, he had nothing to say.
Sailerpeis was also greatly enraged by the actions of the beast tribes, making a bold declaration: even if the nation was ruined, he would fight the beast tribes to the end.
There were widespread calls against the beast tribes in the great hall. Under such circumstances, anyone who spoke of an alliance would likely be torn to shreds on the spot.
Peilisha had always wanted to find an opportunity to ask Du Keer how he intended to deal with the situation, but Gusang did not give her such an opportunity.
The next morning, dust swirled endlessly in the distance, and a somber killing intent extended from afar to Iron Hill Fortress.
Peilisha ascended the city wall and stood behind the battlements, indifferently watching Gusang, who was swaggering below, and said coldly, "Gusang, why have you come to my Iron Hill Fortress?"
Gusang seemed to know that Du Keer was now bedridden. He laughed heartily, "Peilisha, Kail and I are as close as brothers. I have come specifically to visit him. How can your Guangyan family treat guests like this?"
Seeing Gusang greet her with a smile, Peilisha found it inappropriate to give him a cold shoulder. She smiled and said, "My brother is still resting, and I fear it is not convenient for him to meet you at the moment."
Gusang restrained his smile and asked with concern, "I heard Kail is unwell. Is it true as the rumors say, that he is too ill to get out of bed?"
Although Gusang tried his best to control himself, Peilisha still detected a hint of nervousness in his words. Clearly, he could not confirm the extent of Du Keer's illness.
Peilisha sneered inwardly, but outwardly she laughed heartily, "My elder brother is one of the six dukes of the Holy Dynasty, and he is in the prime of his life. How could he be unwell?"
Upon saying this, the generals beside her burst into laughter, as if mocking Gusang's words as unreasonable.