"Grand Duke Laszló Varna, if I'm not mistaken, it's true that you didn't know if you would die after the Centaur defeat, and that you secretly returned to Little Boi to gather your forces. ”

Loren said in a deep voice: "Maybe... You and your army were near the Thousand Hordes until our arrival. ”

When the words fell, the black-haired wizard could clearly feel that the eyes of the old man on the opposite side had changed slightly.

"How do you know?"

Duke Varna said casually.

"Two reasons. Loren spoke slowly: "First, your appearance is too coincidental... Just when we were holding off the centaurs' attack and getting ready to fight back. ”

"Second, I never believed in any 'coincidence' in this world!"

The words fell, and only the crackling of matches in the fireplace could be heard in the hall.

The atmosphere was heavy.

"You guessed it. László Varna's voice was hoarse, revealing the exhaustion of sleepless nights, but his wolf-like eyes were still sharp: "It's not a coincidence, but it's an accident." ”

"Accident?"

"If you Byrins hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have been going to return to the rescue, and I wouldn't have even planned to take back the Thousand Hordes City immediately. ”

"What did you say?" Loren raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry, I seem to have heard something very ...... just now"

But in the next second, Loren froze.

Wait, can't it be......

"Just like you said, Duke of Loren Turin. The old man's eyes were burning, and every word was ruthless: "In this world... No coincidences. ”

"Centaur barbarian, my crushing defeat, the city of a thousand tents is under siege... It's no coincidence!"

I see......

"So from the beginning, this war wasn't an invasion of the Centaurs rising to the Empire, was it? The black-haired wizard looked solemn: "This war... Was it designed by someone?"

"I'm seventy-eight years old, and your dead grandfather, Leonardo, was a child in front of me. Laszló Varna's words were tingling:

"Such a filthy and degrading conspiracy... I can smell that smell from three miles away!"

"So you sit back and watch the centaurs besiege the Thousand Hordes City, and you concentrate your forces to hibernate secretly, just to see who will jump out of the shadows after the fall of the Thousand Hordes?"

Although it was a rhetorical tone, Loren said with great certainty: "Until... Reinforcements from our Byrnes have really arrived. ”

The old man slammed his glass and filled himself with wine again, and sat down again and poured a full glass for Loren.

"You're smart. Laszló Varna looked at him coldly: "Angt and Eckert didn't look away, they did choose a good duke for Byrne!"

"I guess... I don't need to tell you why we have to meet in private, right?"

Loren bowed slightly, raised his wine glass and saluted: "The partition wall has ears." ”

"Remember my words, and you will be able to secure your seat, Loren Torino. The old man's voice was still trembling, and he could be heard struggling to suppress his anger:

"No one in this world can be trusted but himself!"

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more solemn, and the sound of the wind outside the door and the crackling sound of firewood burning in the fireplace began to become a little strange.

It sounded like a group of cloaked figures, hiding in a corner and whispering.

"Dwarves... Right?" asked Loren in a deep voice.

The old man did not reply, but pursed his teeth and said nothing.

When he saw that there were trebuchets in the centaur army besieging Thousand Hordes, Loren was already aware of it - according to the so-called "technology tree" in his previous life, it was absolutely impossible for this semi-civilized barbarian race to make such a thing as a trebuchet by himself.

Although Saklan's alchemy and military industries are very strong, and the smuggling in this area and the prevalence of the arms trade within the empire, it is not particularly difficult for centaurs to obtain small quantities of steel weapons, bows and crossbows, and even armor and alchemy weapons.

But even then, no mad smuggler would sell something like a trebuchet to a centaur!

Since the possibility of smuggling transactions has been thrown out, it can only be that there are some secretly funded forces... Except for the dwarves, Loren really can't think of anyone who can unknowingly arm tens of thousands of centaur tribes to the teeth, and even take out siege weapons.

Of course, the night watchman cannot be forgotten.

Byrne rebelled against the Night's Watch and defected to the Blood Order, which led to the final result becoming out of control... But Boe Loren could not believe that Root Infinit would forget to plant a nail in Byrne's staunchest ally.

Even now, I am afraid that someone is secretly sending the news that they have arrived in the Thousand Hordes City, that the centaurs have been repulsed, and that Laszló Varna is still alive has been sent to the Heavenly Dome Palace.

In other words, from the very beginning, the Heavenly Dome Palace should have known some about this war, and probably even knew some of the shady scenes—but none of them said anything, and they stepped into this chaotic battlefield without knowing anything.

Isn't it obvious what the intention is?

There is a necessary connection between things... That's true.

"It's not just dwarves, it's something else. Laszló Varna's expression was very ugly, obviously holding back the anger in his heart: "Do you think that a group of brutes can defeat my Boi hussars by putting on armor and picking up swords?"

"In the midst of that barbarian... There are wizards!"

"What?!"

Loren exclaimed, gasping for air.

W-How is this possible?!

The old man clenched his wine glass, his voice trembled slightly, and his pupils seemed to reflect the scene that would make him feel terrified: "Loren Torino... If you see what I see, you won't be so surprised. ”

Silence, deathly silence.

Laszló Varna picked up the flask and filled the glasses for the two men.

"I don't know who it is or where he's hiding now. The old man said indifferently: "But I know that this person is very insidious and powerful, more powerful than the opponents I have encountered in most of my life, maybe even these centaur barbarians are just one of his pawns." ”

"I don't want to admit it, but with the saber in the hands of our Boi people... Probably not his opponent!"

"So you need us, more accurately, Byrne's troops and resources. Loren looked at him with a steady gaze: "Sit back and watch the Byrne army that rescued the Thousand Tents City being besieged... It doesn't look like the posture of a help-seeker. ”

"Otherwise, why are you sitting here and letting me pour you wine?" László Varna's expression was right:

"You played beautifully, let the Boi people see your ability, and you are qualified to talk to us on an equal footing... The weak do not deserve the respect of others!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Loren was noncommittal to the claim.

"The enemy this time is really a monster that only Byrne and Boe can deal with together. The Grand Duke of Varna put down his glass, and his resolute face showed a cold gaze:

"By the time we Boi are defeated and killed... What's the end for you Byrne?"

"So......" Loren exhaled and chuckled, "You want to make an alliance with me?"

"Byrne and Boe... We are an alliance, and we are brothers in the same advance and retreat, and our blood is thicker than water. The old man's eyes were deep, and his hoarse voice carried an indescribable power:

"In order to help your black duke win the centaur war, he used up most of Boi's wealth, and he didn't frown, and even earlier, when the dwarves were still burning and killing and plundering the land of your Baine, Boi's hussars also fought side by side with your Baiyin people and retreated together!"

"This time it's no different... You need us, and we need you. The old man's voice was calm: "Join forces with me and help me kill this guy who is hiding in the shadows, and I will give you what you want most." ”

"What do you want most?"

"That's right. Grand Duke Varna sneered, the corners of his mouth grinning: "Something that can make you truly the Lord of Byrne - the victor of the Centaur War, the savior of Boi... Not inferior to the prestige of 'Black Duke Roland'!"