The troll palace was located in the northwest corner of the capital. It was surrounded by lakes, and the palace was built on an island in the center of the Emerald Lake.
The Emerald Lake was the most famous hot spring in the troll capital. It was said that the troll emperor built the new capital here because of this rare hot spring.
In the snowy Sky Ice Plains, a hot spring like this was a miracle. The trolls naturally thought of it as a gift from the White Wolf War God and built the palace in the center of the Emerald Lake.
Before the first light of dawn could spread to every corner of the capital, the troll emperor Modo II held an imperial meeting.
This emperor was the most hardworking one in the history of the troll empire. Every time he held a meeting, it would be when the sun had just risen. This was undoubtedly torture for the troll ministers. However, facing Modo II, who was determined to revive the empire, the troll ministers had no choice but to endure it.
Unfortunately, no matter how hardworking Modo II was, he could not stop the troll empire from falling under his rule.
Sometimes, the fate of an empire could not be changed by the efforts of one or two people.
The topic of this imperial meeting was very clear – Black Cavalry.
The trolls had already weaved a net, but the prey had yet to arrive.
As time went on, the troll ministers could not help but start to get impatient.
Modo II was already over fifty years old, but his spirit was still very strong. His body was strong and straight, and he looked like a soldier sitting on the throne.
In fact, this troll emperor had indeed joined the army before. He had even fought with Marquis García before.
Of course, it was not appropriate to say that he had fought with Marquis García before. More accurately, he had been taught a lesson by Marquis García …
However, this was nothing to be ashamed of.
The generals of the troll empire who had not been taught a lesson by Marquis García did not even have the right to go to the frontlines.
Because he had been traumatized by the Black Cavalry, this troll emperor placed great importance on this assassination mission. As long as the Black Cavalry was still alive, Modo II would not be able to sleep in peace.
Most of the troll nobles also believed that if they could really make the name of Black Cavalry disappear into history, then the troll empire's revival would be just around the corner.
There was a huge military map in the meeting hall. The black arrow indicated that the Black Cavalry was occupying the Howling Wind Castle.
However, this status had not been updated for more than ten days.
Why was the Black Cavalry still in the Howling Wind Castle?
Why was he not attacking the troll capital?
Did they see through this plan?
…
All sorts of thoughts swirled in the minds of the troll nobles, and the atmosphere became somewhat stifling.
Finally, it was Modo II who broke the awkward silence, "Is there still no movement from the Black Guards?"
The Military Affairs Minister's face stiffened as he carefully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. The sentries at the frontlines still did not see them...
"Modo's" Modo II.
The military minister was troubled by Modo II's question. He looked pleadingly at the two princes at the front.
Among the four princes of the Troll Empire, Northern Prince Otto was injured in a duel with the Duke Of St. Hilde and was recuperating in the extreme north. Southern Prince Okamoto led his troops to the south. Only Eastern Prince Abbas and Western Prince Moluwe were left in the meeting hall.
Prince Abbas was a middle-aged Troll with an elegant demeanor. He liked human culture, clothing, etiquette, and of course, human beauties. If one did not look at his ferocious face in the eyes of humans, Prince Abbas would be no different from an elegant and dignified human noble.
Prince Abbas was a staunch "peacemaker" of the Troll Empire. To him, it was unwise to be enemies with the Northern Frontier. Only by peaceful coexistence and trade with the Northern Frontier could the Troll Empire have hope of revival.
Last year, Prince Okamoto went to Chilly Winterfell to ask for peace and arranged a marriage. Prince Abbas praised him greatly. He felt that this was the right way for the Troll Empire and the Northern Frontier to coexist.
On the other hand, the Western Prince, Morwe, was the exact opposite. He was a staunch "war hawk".
Prince Moluwe was tall and muscular. His dark green skin was covered with thick hair, and he looked like a green-skinned gorilla.
As for his attire, it was … hard to describe.
His entire body was covered in jewels of various colors. At first glance, he did indeed look like a jewel, but it was too much. This kind of attire revealed Prince Molvey's extremely tacky taste.
Prince Morwe had a pair of triangular eyes, and the ferocious look in his eyes made it seem like he didn't like anyone, especially Prince Abbas.
In his opinion, a "sissy" like Prince Abbas was a disgrace to the trolls, not to mention his tendency to surrender. This made Prince Molvey want nothing more than to cut down this traitor of the trolls with his sword.
Seeing the pleading gaze of the military affairs minister, Prince Moluwe said, "Your Majesty, I don't think there's a need to worry. The Black Cavalry is probably waiting for the southern army to move further away. That's why he's staying at the Howling Wind Fortress. What we have to do now is wait patiently. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Abbas shook his head with a cold smile, as if he had heard something stupid.
Prince Moluwe glared at him and said, "Abbas, what are you laughing at? Is there a problem with my words? "
Prince Abbas took a step back and dodged the spit from Prince Morwe's mouth. He said with a look of disgust.
He said with disgust, "Moluwe, have you thought about it? We only know that the Black Cavalry isn't heading north of the Howling Wind Fortress. What about south of the Howling Wind Fortress? Do you know what's going on there? "
Prince Moluwe was speechless, but he soon shouted again, "What else can happen in the south?"
Prince Abbas laughed disdainfully, "Looking at the time, Okamoto should be leading his army back according to the plan. What do you think will happen if the Black Cavalry continues to stay at the Howling Wind Fortress?"
Prince Moluwe frowned, "You're saying that the Black Cavalry is waiting for Okamoto's army to return? How is that possible? How could they know that Okamoto would return? "
Prince Abbas sneered, "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? I was strongly against this so-called plan to lure the enemy. If the enemy sees through it, we'll be in an extremely passive situation!
Now that the Black Cavalry is occupying the Howling Wind Fortress and not continuing north, it's very likely that they already know that the troll city is a trap!
Hehe, you want to lure the enemy, but you didn't expect the enemy to eat the bait and not step into your trap! "
"Nonsense!" Prince Moluwe's face turned red. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason to do so.
This was because most of the troll nobles had already begun to realize that the Black Cavalry's actions were too suspicious.
Perhaps this plan to lure the enemy really did go wrong as Prince Abbas said.
"These are just your guesses. What evidence do you have to prove that the Black Cavalry saw through our plan?" Prince Moluwe was still trying to put up a strong front.
Prince Abbas laughed coldly, as if he couldn't be bothered to explain himself to this brute.
"Abbas …" Modo II also spoke, his voice exceptionally hoarse.
However, before this troll emperor could continue, a guard quickly walked into the meeting hall and reported loudly, "Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Okamoto is outside the palace, requesting an audience."
"Okamoto!"
"Why is he back?"
"What's wrong with the army going south?"
"Could it be that the Black Guards have really seen through our plan?"
… …
For a moment, the meeting hall was in chaos.
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