At that time, the messenger bribed Marshal Ers's guards. The news he heard was indeed shocking - although the wedding of Emperor Norman was grand and very important. However, due to the inconvenience of time and transportation, not many people knew about it in the Near East, far away from Eastern Europe. Hulagu is a kind of indulgent type, who has a crush on him for ten years and doesn't say a word. So he would not specifically send people to focus on this information. Therefore, he didn't know that the Keton he had always dreamed of was about to have a child at this moment.

It's so sad. What else in this world can be sadder than such? At that time, the messenger went back and told Ilhan Hulagu about this. Hulagu was completely gray. He was stunned for almost an hour. The Mongolians around him were all scared. He looked at each other at a loss, hoping that someone could come up with an idea.

The two Mongolian faces closest to Hulagu were forced to be forced by the eyes of the crowd. They had to be cautious with the voice that was no bigger than the mosquito, and shouted like a soul: "Shan, Shan?"

To be honest, these two hardworking people think that this kind of work should be done by the legendary Great Shaman. Look at the virtues of Great Khan, he must be stupid... Why do normal people...

They were thinking this way, but Hulagu was shocked and stood up. He muttered to himself, but no one knew what he was talking about. He only saw him being in a daze for a while, and then he pulled out his scimitar with gold and jade inlay, and chopped his life into the air. The Mongolian faces were so scared that they ran out. While they ran, they heard Hulagu's howling screams:

"How could this be?!How could this be?!How could this be?!!How could this be!!!"

It seemed that he had lost all the rest of his language skills except this sentence. He just kept repeating this sentence. His tone was full of incredible, sad and incomprehensible. It was as if he was saying - how could this be possible? In all senses.

He also thought that the other party might marry someone else in the past few years. But it doesn't matter. He believed that Emperor Norman would make a correct judgment. The identity and value of a Mongolian Khan were far greater than any of his nobles. The concept of chastity in the grassland nation was weak, and his grandmother had been snatched away and gave birth to his uncle. You see, his grandfather didn't care, right? So Hulagu also didn't care.

But he didn't expect that things he didn't care about were people in this world who didn't care more than him...

So he was in a tragedy.

Hulagu shouted like crazy, his voice hoarse, and then he cried, crying like a child. Then he turned his eyes and fainted...

The Mongolian men who were staying outside the tent heard that there was no movement in the tent. They plucked up the courage to walk in again. Then they saw their kids lying straight on the ground, unconscious.

This scared them all at once. They hurriedly surrounded them. They were as if the Viking soldiers "treated" Egil back then, and the big-eared melon seeds were pumping him in the face. Those who were smarter would go to see a doctor. In this era, the medical level of Islam was much higher than that of Europa.

It seems that a powerful country like the Il Khanate that occupied a large chassis would naturally have better Islamic doctors. Hulagu was usually strong like a cow. At this moment, he was just too stimulating, so he fainted. It was not very difficult to treat. The doctor came over and massaged him a little. Hulagu immediately woke up slowly.

Seeing his sweat awaken, the Mongolian beauty was talking in a low voice, saying that the doctor was very capable. As he was talking, Xulagu suddenly jumped up from the bed, which scared the Mongolian beauty again.

"Where is my knife?!" Xulagu grabbed the waist, but failed to catch the hilt. He asked loudly. It turned out that it was because he was crazy just now and wanted to draw his sword and chop people. When he fainted, the tactful Mongolian generals put his sci-fi sword aside.

Seeing him say this, there was nothing I was afraid of. I was afraid that the Khan would go crazy again and chop them all up. Hulagu understood at this moment. Looking at the appearance of the people, he knew what was going on. He slapped his thighs suddenly: "I'm going to kill the Normans! Don't stop me!"

The Mongolian generals ran away with all their strength. Then they took Hulagu's scimitar and handed it respectfully to Hulagu. The Ilhan snatched the scimitar, drew the knife out of the sheath, looked at Damascus's scimitar body, and looked at the autumn-like blade, and the corners of his mouth showed an inexplicable smile, as if he had suffered a stroke.

The Mongolian generals looked at each other, feeling that their khan was a little treacherous. In fact, this was true. After the stimulation of this incident, Hulagu's mental state became very delicate. I don't know what to say about descendants' medicine, but I have to be locked in a mental hospital. That's true.

But mentally ill, just mentally ill. Hulagu doesn't care. He only cares about one thing now, that is, kill all the Norman troops, and then kill all the way to Krakow to form a city. He twisted the emperor's head off and grabbed his beloved woman.

Under the influence of such thoughts, Hulagu, who had become extremely abnormal in spirit, cursing loudly and demanding that his subordinates be prepared in the shortest time. The first thing he had to do was to take action was the 230,000 army under Marshal Ers' command in the outskirts of Jerusalem!

At the command of Ilhan, he started from Mesopotamia in the east, to the Mediterranean in the west, to the Arabian Peninsula in the south, to Armenia in the north. The huge territory was full of smoke and smoke, fully armed! His 200,000 professional army and temporary recruitment, carried more than 100,000 armed people, and the total army of more than 300,000 was like dark clouds covering the sun, advancing towards the Norman army. This Ilhan looked ferocious, and his veins storm in his hand was storm. He held her knife hilt tightly, and was just waiting to kill his enemy...

Or a rival in love?

Marshal Ers, who received the news, did not have the rich emotional fluctuations of Ilhan. He just shouted, "Good! Then he pulled all his troops and prepared to defeat all the Ilhanate army in a battle. Although the opponent's troops were much more than expected, the marshal still firmly believed that he would definitely win the final victory. (To be continued)!~!
Chapter completed!