Loren looked at the eager and murderous eyes of the Grand Duke of Varna, and the glass he toasted to himself, his face expressionless.

Really... It's still hands-on.

Slowly raising his head, the black-haired wizard looked indifferently at those eyes, those eyes that wanted to kill him.

The whole hall fell silent, and the Duke of Byrne, who was sitting in front of his seat, was all watched, and everyone held their breath with eager expressions, waiting for Loren to say "that word" and tore the roof of the entire hall with thunderous cheers.

The glory of Byrne, the alliance with Boi's thousand-year-old blood, his own precarious position - Laszló Varna... He felt that as long as he grasped these, he could manipulate and blackmail himself.

At least that's what he thought.

There's no time to hesitate... If you stalemate for a minute at most, the whole situation will take a turn for the worse, and others will begin to suspect - the savior of Thousand Tent City one moment will become a coward in the next second.

Grand Duke Varna, he just wants to use this means to force himself to make a choice, but in fact he has no choice, Byrne will not accept a coward duke.

And if you agree, you will be constrained by him - age, experience, seniority... Duke Varna has too many hole cards, which is also the purpose of his deliberate low posture and "joining forces".

The quid pro quo was that after the end of the war, he would have the name of "Boi Savior".

He took real profits, and gave himself a false name that could stabilize his status and prestige - fair and just, reasonable.

The price is that he must support him unconditionally... Loren couldn't help but laugh at himself.

If it was the previous self, maybe it would have been agreed at this time - all the exchange of interests is a compromise, as long as the goal can be achieved and some price can be paid, even if it is the party who suffers, it doesn't matter.

Wimpal College, Ebolden, and Brandon DeSalion... Loren has been in a similar situation many times.

But this time, it's different.

This time, he is the lord of Turin, the Duke of Byrne... is no longer alone, but burdened with 15,000 people who trust themselves and are even willing to entrust their lives to them, and even the thirteen leaders of the whole Baine.

Represent them yourself,

What's more, this time I don't have to lower the other party, I don't have to regard my identity and bloodline as more important than anything else because of this, and there are other damn ways of the world, and there is any extra concession.

I am the Duke of the Thirteen Lords of Byrne, and I don't need to kneel even before the Supreme Emperor; It's for the sake of your age, seniority, and alliance friendship to give you face.

Don't give... What can you say?!

You are the one who has been invaded, and you are the one who is in urgent need of rescue... What qualifications do you have, and why do you dictate to me?!

Why?!

Facing Varna's burning gaze, the black-haired wizard slowly got up, put his hands behind his back, and deliberately did not take the wine glass handed by the other party.

"Now that Grand Duke Laszló Varna has sent Byrne an invitation to the Alliance, it is better to ... Listen to our Byrne's voice!"

Loren said word by word, in a deep voice categorically.

What the?

The eager old man suddenly froze in place.

A quiet banquet hall gave up the "stage" to the two in the confrontation.

Unexpectedly, Laszló Varna's eyes narrowed into a slit, and Sen Sen's killing intent seemed to be eager to gouge out Loren's heart, and his face was gloomy to the extreme.

"First of all, there is the current situation. ”

The expressionless Loren directly ignored his expression, looked around, and began his speech in a deep voice:

"You may not know much about the world right now—the empire is in troubled right now, the monster armies in the north are showing signs of turmoil again, and the elven kingdoms overseas are also not at peace. ”

"Therefore... The support of the empire can no longer be counted on. ”

"Why, were you still planning to ask for help from the Empire?" Archduke Varna's voice was low, and he could hear the sound of grinding his teeth: "For thousands of years, neither War, Byrne nor Boy have done such a thing, this glory ......"

"And Byrne, too, is not ready for all-out war!"

Loren interrupted him directly and continued to say coldly: "Because of a letter from Boe asking for help, Byrne immediately gathered our army and stepped into the Great Green Sea with 15,000 men. ”

"But in fact, how we are going in this war, the casualties on both sides, the comparison of forces, where the battle line is... I don't even know who the enemy is!"

"And now, we've paid the price for that recklessness. ”

Loren took a step forward, his voice low and heavy: "The logistics supply is squandered, and if you win, you can't expand the results of the battle, you can only watch the enemy flee; And lost a brave and warlike knight lord forever!"

The Earls of Byrne bowed their heads one after another, their expressions heavy.

Laszló Varna, with a gloomy face, stopped speaking, and just stared at the black-haired wizard's every move.

"As for our brother Boi... What about you, are you really ready to take on your enemies?" Loren spoke again, drawing everyone's attention:

"After the defeat and the three-month-long siege of the Thousand Hordes, Boi also suffered a lot of damage, why, is it because Boi's warriors are no longer the opponent of the centaur barbarians?"

"Of course not!"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, Loren immediately gave an answer: "Then there can only be one possibility - that is, this war and its masterminds, that is, dwarves!"

"Only the dwarves were able to provide the centaurs with adequate equipment and supplies without anyone knowing, and the unsuspecting Boi hussars suffered a crushing defeat they had never imagined;

Only the dwarves can provide a large number of heavy siege weapons such as trebuchets, so that the impregnable city of a thousand tents will almost fall several times, and the brave and warlike Boi hussars will defend their city with flesh and blood!"

Loren walked to the center of the hall and raised his voice to the loudest: "Because of this, in the face of an enemy that we don't know at all, and maybe even don't even know, under the premise of being unprepared, recklessly organize a powerful enough coalition to launch a revenge counterattack?!"

"Or... We should first prepare our forces, know our enemies, look for their weaknesses, break up their alliances, and then break them down one by one. ”

"Which one is the really wise move?!"

The heavy voice fell, and the hall fell silent.

The counts of Byrne looked at each other and nodded solemnly to each other.

The nobles of Boi had different expressions, frowning, and staring strangely at the Duke of Byrne in front of them.

But... Their purpose was achieved.

The black-haired wizard looked back and looked aggressively at the murderous Grand Duke of Varna.

"Bang, bang, ......"

The monotonous applause broke the dead silence, and the gloomy old man glared angrily and said in a hoarse voice: "Well said... Presumably, Duke Loren, must have a complete plan, right?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have said it. Loren coldly hooked the corners of his mouth and turned his gaze to the people in the hall: "For the next war, I will mobilize all the forces of the thirteen leaders of Byrne, at least all the forces of the Red Blood Castle." ”

"It's going to be a big all-out war, and we're going to be ready for a bitter one;

In the meantime, I've sent the information to the Crimson Castle, and the Round Table Council left behind will be tasked with negotiating with the dwarves to see if they can diplomatically disarm the centaurs......"

"In that case, I wonder what Boy's position is in your 'plan'?" the Duke of Varna continued:

"In your opinion, is it enough for the Boi to be like the Black Duke did in the past—just obediently obey your orders and assignments, and contribute to your victory?"

"On the contrary, this war Boi talent is the key, the top priority... Whether or not the fierce Boi Hussars can contain and dominate the battlefield will determine whether we can completely defeat the centaurs in the Great Green Sea, or even kill them all. ”

Loren said in a deep voice, his eyes still calm:

"But I think a defeated general... There is little say in this kind of issue. ”