"Are you really leaving?"

In a corner of Byrne's barracks, Lusen, who overheard a certain one-armed knight, hurriedly stepped forward and called out to the figure who was about to leave.

On the fourth day of the fall of Silverhelm Mountain, Byrne's entire army received an order to assemble and rushed to the battlefield to rescue the main force of the besieged Boi army.

Despite the controversy, Loren Turin insisted on going his own way, and it was strange that Eckert, the Count of Fort Fury, who had always been steady, took the initiative to fully support the Duke's decision this time.

Several of the Earls of Byrne objected, but they were all silenced, but the eldest of them, Count Angot, of Rock Castle, spoke out in favour of him, as the Duke seemed to be so "arbitrary" and adventurous.

"That's a question I should have answered. The Knights of the Oath did not look back, and hurried soldiers and officers passed by them, their ears filled with shouts and cacophony of orders:

"Seriel has been banished to the Void and poses no threat anytime soon... I have no reason to stay. ”

"What's more, your master has an army of tens of thousands of people, and thousands of loyal knights die for him, if even you can't protect his life......"

He slowly looked back, his eyes swept over the Byrne soldiers who were shuttling between the camps in the muddy trenches, and glanced behind him: "So what can a mere knight of oath change?"

"But you're not like the others—they don't know what this war means, they just think it's the same as it used to be, a war between Boe, Byrne, and the centaurs. ”

Recalling those corrupted and terrifying figures, as well as everything he had seen in the Dragon King City, the gray-eyed boy's expression was slightly touched, and his gaze became more determined: "You... And Lord Loren, you know it's not that simple behind all this!"

"Those centaurs are no longer the barbarian race of the past, but the lackeys of the 'Black Cross' Serol - how can you leave with peace of mind until you have eliminated them?!"

Looking at the gray-eyed young man with an urgent face, the Oath Rider's face did not change, but he took the initiative to turn around.

"If everything is as you say, then why didn't Loren Turin come forward and stop me?" asked the Knight of Oath rhetorically.

"That's, of course, because of ......"

"Because he knows that things are not that simple, and that even if I stay, I can't change much, but I might as well look for clues about Serol's plan. The Knight's voice was flat:

"He knows a lot, he just never tells you. ”

Rusan frowned, biting her lower lip and raising her eyes to stare directly at the Oath Knight.

Eventually... Still a child.

"I know what you're thinking, as a guard... No, as an Elemman, your loyalty and trustworthiness have become impeccable. The Knight of the Oath looked up and looked at him:

"Protect your master, though he is a hopeless and faithless villain, but sometimes we have to do whatever it takes to fight evil. ”

The gray-eyed boy's eyes widened in shock... This Lord of the Oath Knight actually cares about Loren?

"Also... A word of advice for you. Ignoring Lusen's expression, the Knight of Oath, who sighed, continued coldly:

"When an evil god tells you that you are his friend, that he is willing to selflessly help you fulfill your wishes, even to prove himself with actions, and to protect you even at a heavy price, it only means one thing......"

"You are part of his plan, and your presence is in his vital interest, nothing more. ”

"Remember, they are not human, and their feelings are just a tool to disguise their trust, and you are no different from a pawn in their eyes. ”

As the words fell, Lusen lowered his head, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

The Knight of Oath looked at him indifferently, took out a short blade from his arms, and handed it directly to the gray-eyed boy.

"It's ......"

The silver-gray pupils focused on the weapon for a moment, revealing a slight consternation.

"The spear used by the dragon knights of the dragon kingdom is only the tip of the spear. The Knight of the Oath said slowly, "What I found when I left the ruins of Niderhogg is a souvenir. ”

Lusen took the blade of the spear with both hands, and his eyes kept looking at the streamlined blade ridge like a leaf—at least a centuries-old weapon was as new as ever, just a little more rust and wear.

However, even if it is only the tip of the spear, the size is not inferior to that of the standard short sword, and it is even slightly wider, and the shape of the tip and two blades is clearly specially designed to tear through the scales and flesh, and the smooth lines are sharp, elegant and ferocious.

The tip of the spear alone is about one meter, and the overall length of the spear is probably not less than three to four meters, and it is only a spear, not a dragon knight spear that is actually used to fight dragons.

What kind of monsters are the dragon knights of the Nidhogg era?

"The Dragon Knight's weapons are all mixed with Mithril, and his forging skills are much stronger than those of the Empire and the Dwarves. The Knight of Oath said, "A little repair should not be inferior to the sword you lost." ”

The gray-eyed boy raised his head, looked at the Oath Knight with complicated eyes, and involuntarily spoke: "Why do you want to help me?"

The Knight of Oath didn't respond, just looked at him lightly.

"There must be some reason, it can't be for no reason, right? You are the Knight of Oaths, and it is impossible to lend a hand to me if it were not for some necessary reason. ”

Clenching the blade slightly, Lusen's throat choked, "Reach out to a...'Evil God Apostle'." ”

"I know you've tried to kill Lord Loren more than once, and simply because he has the Nine-Pointed Star Grail in his hands. ”

Glancing at him deeply, the Knight of Oath turned his back to the gray-eyed boy, "Because I suddenly remembered." ”

"I... It seems that he used to be an Elemish man. ”

Well?

Lu Sien was very surprised, and his expression was stunned.

What is the reason for this?

"Don't waste time trying to get to the bottom of me. The words of the Knights of the Oath rang out: "Hold on to your loyalty, protect your master... If you are really willing to give everything for it. ”

Before the gray-eyed boy could say anything, another figure suddenly interjected between the two and interrupted the conversation.

"You! I remember... You're the captain of the Duke's guard, Lord Lusen, aren't you?"

The Earl of the City in the Lake... The Lord Ramalos who succeeded Bosivar?

Startled by the knight who was anxiously hurrying in front of him and with two guns hanging on his back, when Lusen came back to his senses, the figure of the oath knight was gone;

"Dwarves, dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain!" The Earl of Lakeland City was resolute, and his words were simple and direct:

"They are asking for negotiations!"

..........................................

"Cesar Mihailo, head of the Silverhelm Mountain Administration, chief executioner, leader of the Mihailo family. ”

The bushy-bearded, expressionless dwarf sat across from Loren, his tattered coat and messy hair, iron-blue complexion, and deep-set eye sockets all made him look downcast, but his gestures were still imposing.

It was as if he was not in the barracks of Byrne's army at this moment, but was dressed in formal clothes and standing in the hall of a certain palace.

"Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne. Looking at the other party's serious expression, Loren replied with the same meticulousness: "I don't know what I can do for you, Mihailo-sama?"

The dwarf Mihailo sat up straight, his gaze swept over the knights of Byrne and Boi next to him one by one, and finally stopped at the black-haired wizard:

"Your Excellency Duke, there are tens of thousands of people of the Yunling Kingdom outside your barracks, who have nothing but their clothes, no food, no clean drinking water, no shelter from the wind and cold... And winter is coming. ”

"We need your help to get through the current difficulties, otherwise more than half of the people of Yunling will die of hunger, disease, and cannibalism in two days......"

"Maybe you didn't notice, we're at war with each other, Lord Mihailo. ”

Ackert interrupted him coldly: "In the battle between Byrne and the Yunling Kingdom, is there a precedent for aiding the enemy?"

"What's more, we are an army, our soldiers also need clean water, food, camps, and we also have wounded soldiers who need treatment - dozens or hundreds of people may still be able to figure it out, but tens of thousands of refugees... It's beyond our means, and I don't have this obligation!"

Silent.

The dwarf lowered his head, his bearded cheeks still remained calm, and he did not roar and reprimand loudly, accusing the Byren of "the rudeness of the people of the Yunling Kingdom", and did not snort coldly, he raised his head proudly and turned to leave.

He just sat there, his stiff face turning red.

This can also prove from the side how embarrassed the dwarves outside the Silver Helmet Mountain have become.

If only a few dozen dwarves remain, they may leave silently, or go their separate ways;

If it is hundreds or thousands of people, they will probably proudly persist to the end, and would rather die than give in;

But their number is tens of thousands, and under this huge number, all small contradictions and problems can be intensified in an instant;

tens of thousands, and still maintaining a complete social system ... In order for the race to survive, it will become easier than ever to compromise.

Of course, with a race as proud as the dwarves, there are absolutely limits to any compromise.

For the dwarves, being able to admit that they need "help" is already the maximum compromise - even the previous dwarf Boris adhered to the principle of "cooperation" rather than "help", and did not let go until he died.

There was silence for a minute before the dwarf Mihailo slowly raised his head, and looked at the black-haired wizard with bloodshot eyes under his sunken eye sockets:

"Dear Duke, I know that you and Boris Mikhailo once had an agreement. ”

Loren's expression changed slightly, and Eckert on the side was as heavy as water, but he also cast a surprised look at him.

How did he know?

"I have always believed that Byrne has always been a model for the principalities of the Empire when it comes to keeping his promises. ”

As the dwarf Mihailo silently spoke, the surrounding Byrne knights subconsciously puffed up their chests, with expressions of embarrassment on their faces.

"So... If you think that the Mihailo family has kept their promise, should they also fulfill your promise?"

Eckert's expression froze: "It's not your ......"

"Yes!"

Loren reached out to stop the Count of Fort Fury, his eyes signaling his composure.

"I can keep my promise, rest assured, Lord Mihailo. The black-haired wizard said lightly: "But our agreement is limited to the Mihailo family and their relatives, and this is what I promised Boris." ”

The dwarf Mihailo's eyes moved, and his expression was obviously different from just now.

"So if it's just you and a few hundred of your kin, I can make sure you're safe, and I can even carve out some mountain area within Byrne as your self-governing territory, but... There are tens of thousands of survivors in the entire Silver Helmet Mountain, I can't and can't do it. ”

Loren's words are categorical.

But the dwarf Mihailo saw a certain hope—he was the head of the administrative office of Silverhelm Mountain, and the bureaucracy of the entire ruling system was the best at understanding such "hints".

As long as there is no rejection, then anything is possible... It's just a matter of how much it costs.

"Thank you for your promise, Your Excellency the Duke, but it is impossible for the Mihailo family to abandon the entire survivors of Silverhelm Mountain and live alone. Mikhailo the dwarf paused word by word:

"Therefore, on behalf of the people of Yunling in Silverhelm Mountain, I hope to reach a better agreement with you to save all the survivors of Silverhelm Mountain. ”

"No way!"

Once again, the Count of Fort Fury stepped forward and interrupted the dwarf Mihailo, "As I have already said, the Byrne army does not have such sufficient supplies to save all the survivors of Silverhelm Mountain. ”

"What's more, the problem in this is not just Silverhelm Mountain and Byrne - where will the traitors who take in the Yunling Kingdom put the supreme king of the Yunling Kingdom at the peak of the clouds?How much damage will it cause to the alliance between the Yunling Kingdom and Byrne, and even the empire?!"

"All of this can be explained and resolved, but the problem of the survivors of Silverhelm Mountain is imminent!" the dwarf Mihailo also stood up excitedly:

"Honorable Duke, I know that doing so will cause you a lot of trouble, but it will also allow you to earn the gratitude and loyalty of the entire Silverhelm Mountain—the loyalty of the dwarves, the loyalty of yours alone!"

"So please tell me now, what is the price you have to pay to get you to agree to save the survivors of Silverhelm Mountain?!"

The dwarf's impassioned words echoed through the tent.

Pursing the corners of their mouths, Loren and Ackert couldn't help but glance at each other.

The dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain, the Boi of Thousand Hordes, and the Imperial Legion of East Sackland......

Very good

The first support army has arrived.