Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 81: Tearing Up the Treaty
Duncan has to retreat.

Because it won't be long before the news that he killed Attila, the Scourge of God, will spread throughout Europe, and Aetius will know the news at the latest tomorrow.

But now that things have come to this, I'm afraid Aetius has no other choice.

Exile camp.

Duncan was now writing a letter, in his capacity as the Governor of the British province, to the Emperor Valentinian III. This was not a letter expressing loyalty, but a detailed account of the Battle of Chalons, from the time he led the British Legion on a cross-sea expedition to the end of the Battle of Chalons. It also included the story of Aetius and his suspected act of letting Attila go, leaving a loophole in the encirclement for the enemy to find an opportunity to break out.

The last part is about how Duncan tried his best to kill the empire's archenemy, the Scourge of God. It is written in great detail, making people feel as if they are there. I am afraid that even Valentinian III would be excited when reading it. After all, the emperor of the empire was cowardly when he was young and his power had always been manipulated by others. He was very eager to prove himself.

This letter is not intended to sow discord, but stating the facts is a form of sowing discord.

Finally, it was finished and the Raven Queen, Triss, was responsible for polishing it.

In the study room.

Triss, the Raven Queen, made some minor revisions. After reading it, she said, "If this letter reaches Valentinian III, your relationship with Aetius will be completely severed."

"There is no possibility of recovery."

"The Emperor will soon make a big fuss about this. Not only Valentinian III, but also his close ministers and the Imperial Senate will be thinking about how to weaken Aetius's power."

Aetius was both a loyal and powerful minister.

Duncan was not surprised by this and said calmly, "Aetius's merits in this battle far outweigh his faults."

"He holds the military power. Even the emperor cannot do anything to him."

"Attila is dead."

"Factional strife will inevitably resurface within the empire."

"But it won't be long before Attila's sons gather their armies again in the name of revenge. The emperor will then have to rely on Aetius to lead the army against the enemy. This little incident won't hurt his foundation."

With decades of prestige and the great victory in the Battle of Chalons, Aetius has become the most powerful man in the world and no one can shake his position.

In the original historical trajectory, he would have been fined for withdrawing the siege and letting the Whip of God go. The emperor endured it for several years before murdering Aetius at the instigation of his close ministers.

Triss, the Raven Queen, was incredibly clever. She whispered, "Do you want Valentinian III to distract Aetius?"

The emperor of the empire has only this much influence.

A head-on confrontation with Aetius was out of the question; the two were simply not on the same level. Aetius was loyal to the Empire; otherwise, with his military prestige, deposing an emperor would have been easy. Valentinian III could only create some trouble for Aetius, while also speaking up for Duncan within the Empire and providing some other support.

There is no need to think about more things, because the emperor's decrees cannot go beyond the Italian provinces.

Valentinian III's biggest bargaining chip was to appoint Duncan as the "Governor of Britain". With this powerful foreign aid, he could speak loudly within the empire and even stand up and spit at the Imperial Senate.

Otherwise, you could have guessed that during the turbulent period of the empire, five or six emperors were replaced in three years.

It’s no joke that he is the emperor’s golden thigh.

After Duncan killed the Whip of God - Attila, the gold content of this golden thigh continued to increase, and it could even be said to be a thick thigh of pure gold.

The Roman people should be boiling with excitement soon!
The Battle of Chalons greatly inspired the morale of the empire, making people feel that the empire seemed to be on its way again.

But this was just a flash in the pan.

Triss, the Raven Queen, pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "You mentioned Gaul in your letter, and the growing power of the Franks."

"Are you planning to take action against Merovice?"

Duncan picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp to suppress the pain in his body. He was also seriously injured in this battle. The wounds kept bursting and his health bar dropped by one third. Attila's Hun Khan's guards were too powerful. It made him feel like he was facing a group of Khuzait Khan's guards who were equipped with Mount and Blade II. Their equipment was slightly worse, but their other combat skills were at the same level as the Khan's guards.

He reached out and pulled Triss over to the side. The Raven Queen's pretty face flushed slightly. She gave Duncan a look and sat down obediently. Soon, one hand began to move over mountains and ridges, gently stroking and twisting her.

After the bloody battle of Sharon, everyone was suddenly exhausted. Duncan was even a little tired and just wanted to recover his energy.

Despise Anya, learn from Anya, and surpass Anya.

The Raven Queen - Triss comforted herself that this was after the war, and she wanted to comfort the one she loved, not to be like Anya, that vixen, who made Duncan work out before the war.

The thing that Raven Queen Triss criticized most about Anya was her lack of sense of propriety and her excessive demands. Fortunately, Duncan's physique was superhuman, so it wasn't too much of a problem. Otherwise, before the last battle, Anya would have been so busy that she stayed up until midnight, and the Raven Queen would have given her a good beating.

How can a man be weakened by a woman when he fights on the battlefield? Anya deserves to be beaten!

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief. He held the tender, soft girl in his arms, her skin as white as cream, delicate and boneless, her subtle fragrance intoxicating. His tense nerves gradually relaxed, and he said lightly, "Not for now."

"But I want the right to act at the discretion of the province of Gaul."

"It will be useful when recruiting exiles later."

"If Valentinian III succeeds, I'll have an excuse to suppress Merovingian, the Frankish leader. If not, I can conquer Gaul with my mighty power and crush them."

Duncan's words were so domineering that the Raven Queen Triss blushed. Her body trembled involuntarily and she reached out to press her lower abdomen in panic.

After he took over the entire British province, it was not difficult for him to counterattack the Gaul region. In the future, to suppress Merovingian, he only needed to be careful of his Frankish Paladins.

However, after the war, the Visigothic Kingdom became extremely powerful. If Merovingian wanted to rise, he had to face Prince Thorismund first. The top heavy cavalry in Europe was in the Visigoths. If the Frankish Kingdom wanted to rise, it had to defeat the old overlord of Gaul and Spain first.

The new king cannot be established until the old king dies.

Let them fight for a while.

As for the possible retaliation from the Huns, Duncan was not worried at all. Just to tell you a joke, the British Isles were really not afraid of the Mongolian Navy or the Hun Navy.

It would not be long before the Hunnic Empire fell apart. Attila's sons were unable to suppress the many vassal states, and their prestige was seriously lacking.

In a better scenario, they could gather another army in the name of revenge to attack the Western Empire, but it would certainly not be comparable to the scale of the Battle of Chalons. They could not control the many vassal kingdoms and tribes, and were no match for Aetius.

In a worse-case scenario, the Hun Empire may fall apart this year, and the Ostrogoths, Gepids, Franks and other powerful barbarian vassals will definitely rebel.

The Huns never treated their vassals well, they exploited them to death.

When Attila, the Scourge of God, was still alive, his astonishing prestige was enough to suppress all disobedience. After his death, no one could do this.

Duncan held the Raven Queen, Triss, horizontally in his arms. He leaned over and savored the food for a moment to appease his appetite. Then he looked up, his breath slightly heavy as he spoke, "My foundation is too shallow." "Since fleeing Pannonia, it's only been half a year since I rose to prominence."

"Take shelter from Aetius's brunt for now."

"Hide your strength and bide your time, accumulating strength."

"Once I have completely absorbed the British Legion and the entire territory of the British Isles, I will be able to confront Aetius head-on."

Everything in the past six months seems like a lifetime ago.

Who could have imagined that the blacksmith's apprentice, whose entire village was massacred by the defeated imperial soldiers, could become a powerful lord dominating the British Isles in such a short period of time, and even establish immortal military exploits in the Battle of Chalons, and directly rush into the battle line to kill the legendary Whip of God.

Everything Duncan has is achieved through fighting in a sea of blood and corpses!
No one can doubt it.

In the chaotic times of war, the Huns' westward expedition, the barbarians' invasion, and the empire's decline, he took up his three-foot sword and laid the foundation for his current empire. It can be said that in the entire history of Europe, it is an earth-shaking feat. Even if he rests on his laurels and indulges in pleasure now, he can still safely become the King of Britain, and his family will continue for thousands of years.

Upon hearing this, the Raven Queen Triss looked dazed for a moment, and couldn't help biting her lips and taking long breaths.

She also felt like she was dreaming.

Who could have imagined that the young man who was only considered slightly extraordinary at the beginning would achieve such immortal military exploits in just half a year? Not to mention that Anya was trembling with excitement after hearing the news, even she couldn't help but feel shaken and overwhelmed at this moment. She even felt an unbearable appetite and just wanted to taste something, so she slowly knelt at Duncan's knees, opened her red lips, and tried her best.

hiss.

Duncan seemed to have pulled the wound on his back, took a deep breath, then stared at the moonlight outside the window, admiring the magnificent mountains and rivers of nature.

Because of his amazing achievements in this battle, King Uther had to bow his head when he saw him.

"The foundation is unstable."

"Develop first and take down Britannia."

Duncan had a clear understanding of himself. He was just an individual with amazing fighting power. Maybe he could defeat a hundred people, but he could not fight alone against an army of thousands.

Merovingian has Frank, which has been run by his fathers for generations.

Prince Thorismund had the wealth of the Visigothic Kingdom and a group of elite feudal knights.

Not to mention Aetius, who had been the Protector of Rome for decades and was at the peak of his power. His confidants were everywhere in the imperial army.

Duncan's foundation may not even be as good as that of a more powerful barbarian chief, because time is the best way to accumulate knowledge.

He possesses all the glories of the universe!
Invincible.

Invincible.

But if Duncan failed once, was defeated once, his invincible golden body would be broken.

Even with his current wealth, a single defeat would take a long time to recover, and the most crucial factor was the small size of his base. Cao Cao was defeated at Red Cliff, yet he was able to stage a comeback because of his strong northern base. Duncan's base in Britain only encompassed five counties, and even a hard-fought battle with his troops would likely take a long time to recover.

Moreover, Monotheism was like a thorn in his side, and Duncan's own safety was actually above everything else, because if something happened to him, everything would collapse. That was why Severus opposed his risky expedition across the sea and was worried about Duncan's safety.

With one person's strength, he can hold up a collapsing building and shoulder everything, so the safety of this one person is particularly important!
The Raven Queen, Triss, also understood this.

That's why she insisted on following the action without question, but she was a woman after all, and her fighting skills were not high, so it was impossible for her to fight on the battlefield. She could only move out the last bit of the polytheism's wealth as much as possible to form Duncan's elite general guard.

Not to mention Anya, she has already gone all in.

If she hadn't gone all in so thoroughly, she wouldn't have been able to compete with the Raven Queen - Triss. After all, she was just a two-star blank.

"Next, lead the army back to the British Isles."

"hiss."

"Let them clean up the mess on the European continent."

Anya is still better, there is no tooth feeling at all.

Duncan is not afraid of a war on the European continent. His roots are in Britain. It would be best if everyone has used up all their top elite players and he can pick up the ones on the scene.

Silent all night.

The next day, Duncan was dispatching his troops to return to the British Isles when suddenly a messenger came hurriedly.

"Lord Governor!"

"Oh no!"

"The Saxons broke the treaty and, after repelling the Picts, directly united an army of nearly 10,000 to attack Portchester Castle."

"Lord Severus is in a tough fight and can only defend the city!"

what?
Duncan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt like laughing. The Battle of Chalons involved an army of over 200,000 men, a bloody battle that left mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even dyeing the Marne River red. Now, when he heard the messenger say the Saxons had assembled an army of nearly 10,000 to attack Portchester Castle, a thought flashed through his mind: less than 10,000 men, could that be called a large army?
Thinking about it this way, the British Isles are really a novice village. Large-scale battles involving tens of thousands of people rarely occur. They are usually clashes involving only a few thousand soldiers, and sometimes there are even fights involving a few hundred people. Most of the time, they are Saxon pirates looting coastal towns.

Sometimes a pirate group consists of only a few dozen people, yet they dare to attack a coastal town with thousands of people.

They probably don't know the outcome of the Battle of Chalons yet.

The people of the Kingdom of Kent probably thought that Duncan would lead his elite troops on a cross-sea expedition, and they might die at the hands of the Huns, with a high probability of heavy casualties. This was their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Portchester Castle was under siege, and there is no doubt that they had already started the siege before the Battle of Chalons was over.

Duncan immediately prepared to leave, he had only one idea.

Destroy the country!

At this time, someone stole his hometown. He really doesn't know how to live or die!
For Duncan at this time, the Kingdom of Kent no longer had any need to exist.

Duncan left Clegane, Brad, Edmondson and others to reorganize the troops, while he selected 800 elite soldiers from many legions and reorganized them into a new legion of 1,000 people. Together with his own personal guards, he had a total of about 1,000 troops.

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(End of this chapter)