The words fell, and it took a while for the Boi nobles in the entire hall to react.

In the next second, there was an uproar, as if the eaves of the hall were going to collapse!

Countless riots, shouts, roars, shouts... Like a monstrous wave, it rushed towards the black-haired wizard standing in the center, and a pair of angry eyes were already eager to break him into pieces!

"Bang ——!"

Grand Duke Varna kicked him hard and smashed the wine glass on the ground.

"For the sake of the Black Duke and the Turin Heroes, Loren Turin... I don't care about you!" The old man was furious, but his eyes were as cold as ice:

"But if you dare to be so sarcastic, I ......"

"Sarcasm?no, no......" Before he could finish speaking, Loren's interrupted again, and stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and contemptuously confronted Archduke Varna:

"There's nothing to be ironic about, Duke Laszló Varna; ”

The enraged old man clenched his fists, his expression distorted a little with anger, and his gray beard trembled with excitement.

The deafening shouts and curses had resounded through half of the hall, and the deafening sound seemed from time to time, but it was almost the eaves of the whole house!

At this moment of confrontation with the Duke of Varna, Loren had already seen more than one of the Boi warriors who wanted to pounce and slash their own with a knife, but they were desperately stopped by those who were still calm next to him, such as the Count of Seth.

The Earls of Byrne, on the other hand, were dead silent, sitting silently in their seats, clenching their swords, calmly watching their dukes "fight alone" in front of them.

With a solemn expression, Count Eckert stretched out his hand to stop Ain, who wanted to get up several times, and shook his head silently, and the gray-eyed young man with both hands clenching his short sword widened his eyes and resisted the urge to pounce.

This is the city of a thousand hordes, the chassis of the Boi... If the first to do it is the Byrne, then in the end it will fall into a completely irreparable situation, and the Duke will be passive.

Absolute... László Varna must not be given any chance!

"Running to someone else's house, being entertained by others, and daring to make such a big statement, slandering the owner of this house without fear of death. The old man spoke in a deep voice, his eyes vicious:

"The Duke of Loren Turin... You're kind enough!"

The roar in the hall grew louder and louder, and the tide rose higher and higher.

"Don't be afraid of death... Heh, hehehahahaha......" Loren laughed and shook his head slightly.

The next second, he turned his back and faced the group of Boi warriors who were already eager to pounce on him and tear him to pieces:

"He's right, I'm just not afraid of death!"

"Come on! Rush up and kill me, and use your saber to cut down this Duke of Byrne, who is not afraid of death!"

"Brave and good at fighting, the best Boi hussars in the world, you are very powerful!" Loren continued to roar loudly, "You don't need us benefactors, you can defeat the centaurs with just a few bloody bravery, just a few slogans, right?!"

"Where do you need the Byrins to fight for their lives to save you, how powerful are you——!"

"A thousand years later, the friendship of iron and blood, a letter for help, Byrne will rescue Bo......i at any cost," laughed contemptuously, Loren shouted loudly:

"But what we want to save are the Boyi people who are brave and strategic, who have never bowed their heads for thousands of years in the great green sea, and who can fight and dare to fight - they are by no means able to be agitated in a few words, they have no brains and only know how to send them to death, and they have to drag other people's fools!"

"If that's the case, you'd better kill me as soon as possible, and I'd rather die at the hands of my brother's robe than be killed alive by a bunch of fools!"

"Bell ——!"

It is unknown which Boi warrior drew his saber first, but when the pale-faced Seth Braha tried to stop him, the Boi nobles around him had already swarmed and rushed at Loren with furious shouts.

"Byrne!"

Eckert's eyes widened with rage, and he suddenly shouted:

"Fight for your duke——!"

As the words fell, the knight lords on the seats immediately got up, and the sound of neat sword drawing sounded at the same time, resounding through the hall!

"Stop, don't be impulsive!"

Seth Braha, who came to his senses, shouted anxiously to stop the drunken Boi nobles - if the Duke and Lord of Byrne died in the Thousand Hordes, then the Boi would really be finished!

But it's too late...... The roars were deafening, and the swords-wielding swords, their eyes were scarlet, and the blades in their hands were pointed at the robes that had fought side by side not long ago.

The frightened and angry Duke of Varna, looking at the situation in front of him, which was completely out of control, could only turn his angry eyes to Loren, gritting his teeth but not believing.

He was met with a calm, contemptuous gaze from the black-haired wizard.

You think you can blackmail me with the cards in your hand, you think I have to compromise with you in order to keep my position... Why do you think so?!

Laszló Varna... You brought it all on yourself!

"Stop it————!!!!"

With a thunderous shout, Master Haringvan Ashamai, who had been in the corner of the hall all along, stood up.

The knights of Boe and Byrne were moved and looked sideways.

I only saw this burly, righteous nine-pointed star elder, the empire's premier alchemy master, holding aloft a magic wand comparable to a short-handled hammer, and forcibly walked to the center, separating the two sides of the confrontation:

"Look at you, look at yourselves, and look at the people in front of you!"

"Have you all forgotten... The thousand-year-old friendship between Boe and Byrne, the friendship of iron and blood, supported each other when they were weak and supported each other when they were strong......"

"Are you going to use the sword in your hand, with vicious words and unyielding brutality, to destroy them all?!"

"Can't wait so much, use the blood of your brother Paoze to prove your honor and loyalty?!"

Master Ashamai glanced at Duke Varna, and then turned his gaze coldly to Loren: "At this time of crisis, it is the two sides that go hand in hand, so that the whole empire can see how strong the friendship between Boe and Byrne is—not like the two of them, and they are so willful!"

Grand Duke Varna snorted coldly, his gaze still fierce.

The black-haired wizard bowed slightly, his face expressionless.

The two sides of the confrontation in the hall still did not let go of the swords in their hands, but they calmed down a little because of Master Ashamai's words, at least they were no longer as enthusiastic as they were just now.

Ackert and Braha stepped forward one after another, holding down the people behind them first, each taking control of the situation.

"At this time of year, who would most like to see this situation, most want Boe and Byrne to kill you in the city of a thousand hordes, and completely split?"

Pacing slowly, the upright-looking Master Ashamai spoke earnestly: "Of course it's the centaurs, and the sinister villains behind them... Those scoundrels we haven't met yet!"

"Division, struggle... The end result is that both principalities will completely lose their futures!"

"Only by working together and going hand in hand can we have a bright future!"

"Imagine, if the centaurs now knew about the gap between the two archdukes, they would do something like this?" Master Ashamai continued to ask rhetorically.

"That's right, if I were the Great Khan of the Centaurs, I would definitely take advantage of such a great opportunity to send an army, while the two of you are still arguing with each other and attacking each other, and use a small elite army to take the opportunity to capture the Thousand Hordes, and you don't even have time to react!"

"I dare predict that if you continue to make such noise, it won't be long before we hear the sound of trumpets outside the gates of this hall!"

There was silence in the hall, and everyone was silent, except for the "grief-stricken and impassioned" words of Haringvan Ashamaina, which echoed for a long time.

The quarrel finally stopped at this moment.

Although what Haringvan Ashamai said is nonsense, it is not unreasonable. Grand Duke Varna said coldly: "Duke Loren Turin, I'll give you one last chance... Tell me your final reply!"

"My reply has already been told to you, and I will not repeat my words a second time. Loren's gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he swept through the hall: "No need to talk nonsense, you either accept it or ......"

Right now......

A loud horn sounded outside the gate!