Perhaps due to destiny being exhausted, Attila, after his defeat, indulged in debauchery and was suddenly found dead while marrying a beautiful Germanic bride.
If Duncan were to kill him right now, he could prevent the second invasion of the Hunnic army, sparing Italy’s surroundings from being ravaged by war.
Franks’ camp.
Facing Duncan’s late-night visit, Molov hurriedly got up to greet him, as the serving labor quietly sent away two beautiful Frankish girls, while the elite guards stood at the tent entrance to bolster their presence.
Molov is now a bit afraid of Duncan; the opponent was too formidable in the Battle of Sharon!
Duncan sat down brazenly, looking at the disarray and debauchery inside the tent, laughing, "Chieftain Molov is quite in high spirits."
"After the battle, you still have such mood."
In that battle, Duncan himself was severely injured, relying on regeneration and the scabbard from Avalon, recovering after two to three days. Little did he expect Molov, who didn’t have a scratch, instead was in high spirits to indulge with two beautiful maidens.
At this moment, Molov’s expression was somewhat awkward. It’s just that recently his temper has been a bit high, and Aetius obviously intends to let Attila go. Without strength to change it, he can only find some beautiful maidens to vent his frustrations.
Unexpectedly, Duncan blocked the door at this juncture.
If this were to spread, it would harm his reputation, affecting the prestige of the leader. So, he somewhat meekly said, "I didn’t know Lord Duncan was visiting."
"What brings you here?"
This was him proactively bowing his head, giving up the main seat to express respect for the provincial governor while casually glossing over the previous affairs.
His men fighting desperately, while he was here sleeping with women.
Molov also cares about face.
Duncan glanced at him, his eyes slightly narrowed, smiling yet not smiling, and said, "I can understand the challenges faced by Leader Molov."
"The Franks were divided into two by Attila."
"Killing each other."
"If he dies, wouldn’t Leader Molov seize the opportunity to unify the Franks?"
"At that time, among the many Germanic tribes."
"Frank’s strength would be the strongest, able to compete with the Western Goth Kingdom after this battle."
"Maybe, you could become the new king of the Franks."
Upon hearing this, Molov broke out in cold sweat. His expression had a hint of suppressed excitement mixed with a trace of panic, as if Duncan had seen through his thoughts. His voice was slightly hoarse and hesitant as he said, "Lord Duncan wants Attila dead?!"
Duncan calmly nodded and said, "Of course."
"Such a great enemy, how could we let a tiger return to the mountain?"
"Countless vengeful spirits in Gaul demand blood for blood. If we could kill him, perhaps Leader Molov could already command enough influence over the various tribal chieftains."
Molov’s prestige is insufficient.
After the Battle of Sharon, his prestige began to rise, but who wouldn’t mind their reputation becoming too prominent. He also had grand ambitions, wanting to unify the various Frankish barbarian tribes, ideally having the fractured Franks rally under his banner.
After some deep thought, Molov gritted his teeth and said, "What plan does Lord Duncan have?"
His heart was moved.
Molov wanted to place a bet, but he is cautious by nature, considering many factors.
Duncan gazed down at the Frankish leader before him, his imposing presence intense, and said in a deep voice, "Lend me a thousand elite cavalry!"
"Place the Frankish Holy Knights under my command!"
"I will surely kill Attila."
Duncan’s strength has already been proven on the battlefield. With him commanding elite cavalry, indeed, there’s a great chance of crushing the Hun army and slaying Attila.
But this is basically asking for Molov’s lifeblood!
They, father and son, had worked over two generations, secretly contacting the Arian Sect to accumulate a force of Frankish Holy Knights.
Duncan just asked for his foundation.
Success would be fine, but what if it failed?
Moreover, this battle is highly dangerous. Will the Frankish Holy Knights fight to the death against the Hunnic personal guards?
He relies on these elite cavalry to compete with the Western Goth heavy cavalry in the future.
At the Battle of Sharon, he didn’t even dare to use them.
Looking at the conflicted face of Molov, Duncan slowly stood up and said, "Think about it carefully."
"Attila always wanted to conquer the Franks."
"If he leaves alive, you will forever be a leader without rightful authority. Someday if he acts against you, you won’t have the chance."
This battle.
The westward expedition of God’s Whip—Attila, the core strategic goal is to plunder the Western Empire while the auxiliary strategic goal is to conquer the Franks.
Molov did not know how history would unfold in the future.
He didn’t know that Attila would unexpectedly die later, but as long as Attila doesn’t die, he couldn’t sleep soundly.
Duncan also had his considerations.
He has been altering history, what if history deviates, and Attila doesn’t unexpectedly die later?
Only a dead God’s Whip is a good God’s Whip.
Pursue the fleeing foe with remaining courage, never covet fame by learning the arts of the tyrant.
Attila must not survive!
Duncan also felt significant pressure, knowing the Huns still have their main forces on the Eurasian steppes. If there were another Battle of Sharon, the empire might not win.
In fact.
During Attila’s second invasion of the empire, there were no barbarian alliances, no Western Goth heavy cavalry, Aetius was pressured to not dare come out, one slight deviation in history could have caused the fall of the Western Empire back then.
He must be killed!
Duncan’s decision was firm, even at the cost of completely breaking with Aetius.
That whirlwind on the battlefield.
Created by the storm of Hunnic mounted archers, it similarly made Duncan extremely wary, as this is the most top-tier legendary commander of the current age.
"Consider it thoroughly."
"I’ll give you one day."
Duncan’s silhouette rose and departed, leaving without a backward glance.
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