“...... Therefore, after careful consideration and consultation with his generals, Grand Duke Laszló Varna finally decided not to stay longer, but to continue his march east, forcing the centaurs to fight him.

For this reason, he hoped that we would be able to stay in the barren hill camp and prepare to ambush the supply lines of the Centaur army, and not to go further east or south, lest we attract the attention of the enemy and cause him to divide his forces, and not be able to complete the battle......"

Before he finished speaking, the frowning Eckert himself sighed first: "In addition to this, he also hopes that Byrne can increase the assistance provided to him, especially armor and spears - because many horseback people have recently joined his army, and they are in urgent need of various weapons." ”

After listening to the statement of the Count of the Castle of Fury, Loren frowned and fell silent for a while.

However, Salika Jonah next to him was more direct than him: "What does this old thing think of himself, Emperor—what right does he have to call us like that?!"

The black-haired wizard didn't speak, and Eckert pursed the corners of his mouth and shifted his gaze to the side.

The Lord of the Great Boi was evidently discouraged, and thought of himself as a benefactor, and though the Grand Duke of Varna's request was very rude, it was certainly good for her... After all, more than half of the 100,000-strong Boi army were Samurai of the Great Boi.

Eckert didn't think that these "simple and kind" horseback people would be able to return the weapons they were equipped with to the Byrnes after the battle—when the war was over, Salika would immediately have tens of thousands of armed to the teeth, well-trained and blood-soaked cavalry at a fraction of the cost.

This is no longer pie in the sky, but a direct golden rain!

The atmosphere of silence lasted about a minute.

"Hey, I'll ask you. Salika, who didn't realize that she had been "hit" by the gift bag, yelled at Loren impatiently, "What are you going to do?"

"Who's going to do what?"

"You!" the prairie girl was already in a posture of preparing to draw her sword, her chest was constantly rising and falling.

Pursing his lips and thinking for a while, Loren raised his eyes: "I respect the judgment of Grand Duke Laszló Varna. ”

"What?!"

Salika's eyes widened, speechless in shock.

"Eckert, send a messenger to the Red Blood Fortress and order the Council of the Round Table to raise a batch of weapons as soon as possible, prepare them according to Laszló Varna's list, and deliver them to the Thousand Hordes within ten days. ”

"Then convey it to the United Chamber of Commerce, and let Little Yod find out the movement of the dwarven civil war as soon as possible, and send it directly to me without going through the Round Table Council. ”

Loren ignored her, and instead said to the Earl of Fury Keep, "Finally, release more Rangers out of the camp - if it's really the Dwarven rebels supporting the centaurs, this is where they must pass!"

Eckert frowned, as if he was equally shocked by Loren's decision, but still did not make any rebuttal, and bowed humbly:

"Yes!"

As the words fell, the Earl of Castle Fury turned away in Salika's shocked gaze, without even looking back.

An expressionless Loren turned his gaze to the east, his hands crossed in front of him, his eyes thoughtful.

"Hey, I said you, you, you, are you crazy or stupid?!"

Salika, who had waited for a long time without a response, jumped up on her temples and pulled out her saber with a "swish": "Do you know what that old thing is doing in Varna?!"

"He was gathering as much of his army as he could, waiting for the army under the command of Boi the Younger to come and join him, and then march east. Loren turned his head and glanced at her inexplicably:

"What's wrong?"

Salika, who was blocked by the black-haired wizard and couldn't speak, grinded her teeth for a while, and then gasped:

"He's commanding you, big fool——!!!!"

Loren was still expressionless, and quietly ducked back half a step.

It's so dangerous, I almost got bitten on my nose by her.

"I don't know, he's trying to get you and me out of the battlefield and keep us from interfering in his decisive battle with the centaurs!" Salika roared, "That way he can take all the credit, and your battle will be in vain, understand?!"

Roared for a while, and pressed her temples with a girlish hum, her head hurting.

"Oh, that's what you think......"

Loren suddenly realized, then chuckled, and looked at the girl in surprise: "It's a little surprising, you actually care about me so much?"

"I killed you ——!!!!"

The bright blade fell head-on, and Salika, who was so angry that her face turned red, her eyes were blood-red, and she just wanted to slash this brainless idiot with one sword.

"Smack!"

With a soft crisp sound, at the moment when the blade was about to slash Loren's forehead, he was pinched by the back of the knife with his left hand and stopped in mid-air.

A hint of discoloration flashed in the corner of Salika's eyes, and then she pulled out the saber with a sharp force, and retracted the scabbard with a cold snort.

"Good... No kidding. Loren waved his hand, his expression serious again: "I agree with Varna because of two things. ”

"Say!" the snorting Salika held the knife, with a posture of "I'll give you a good look if I don't explain it clearly".

"Despite the fiasco, the original Duke of Varna was actually calculated - no one can do better than him, with or without intention. Loren said in a deep voice:

"In any case, the other party is the eldest duke in the empire, an experienced commander, and an old man who has experienced the era of the black duke, and I am willing to respect his judgment... Even if it's mixed with selfishness. ”

"This is the first, what about the second?"

Loren slowly looked back, and his solemn gaze met Salica's eyes:

"This war, it's not as simple as it seems... Enemies that we can't see, and enemies we don't know. ”

The girl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

"Even if there is turmoil, how can the dwarves think of providing supplies and equipment to the centaurs, and what benefit do they get?" asked Loren rhetorically, as if asking himself:

"Hold Byrne and Boe's power at bay? We don't care if the dwarven kingdoms have changed dynasties; ”

"It's no longer the time of the Old Kingdom, and the empire is no longer what it used to be—even if Byrne can be defeated, the dwarves will be avenged by the Empire on all fronts, and the dragons may not be enough to destroy their kingdom, but they can turn Cloud Peak into ruins!"

Using the Centaurs to weaken both Boe and Byrne is a plausible fantasy that sounds plausible, but is actually a foolish fantasy, and the only benefit of doing so is that it gives the Empire a chance to interfere in the affairs of the East and no longer be held back by Byrne.

Laszló Varna... He may have been vaguely aware of it, too.

That's why he made sure he cut off the centaurs' logistics, desperate to start a decisive battle with the centaurs... Without the pawns, the guy hiding in the shadows will have to show up in person.

"That's why you're willing to say yes?" Salika still didn't understand, but was already slightly moved.

I don't know what this guy said, but it seems to make sense... That's pretty much the expression.

"Hmm... It can be understood this way. ”

With a casual remark, the thoughtful black-haired wizard turned away, leaving Salika alone on the range.

"Cut! boring man......"

With a soft snort, Salika, who had been left behind, stretched and hung the knife in her arms back on her waist, revealing the wrist of her right hand... Bruised.

I was made by that sudden.

twitching the corners of her mouth, Salika's expression was extremely complicated... She remembered the same when she was in Thousand Tents, where the guy had blocked his blade with just one dagger.

In addition, although I didn't see it with my own eyes, almost the entire Byrne army was rumored how Basaye, the banner owner of the White Wave Banner, was "knocked away" by Loren.

At first, Salika didn't believe in this nonsense, but when she saw Basaye's body... That twisted pile of coke could never have been cut out with a knife.

It's more like being trampled by a hammer, or the marks of countless horses' hooves.

Terrifying powers, strange magic, and rumors about him... Loren Turin, this guy has a mysterious flavor from beginning to end.

"But, he's also a funny man......"