As Luo Lan had predicted, due to the death of Ukanyi, his two successors began a close fight, Mook was known as a prestige among the young officers who led the guard, and Miz was supported by the older generation of the family, although this turmoil intensified, but it was obvious that both sides were consciously restrained, because they knew very well that it was impossible to eliminate the other party in a short time, but it would give other barbarians a chance to take advantage of, so they were stepping up to stabilize the little power in their hands, instead of spending energy fighting internal friction。 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

Netomund's hands trembled slightly when he heard the news, and then he picked up a cup of coffee from the table and took a sip, covering his angry mouth.

But on the surface, it seemed that the expression of indifference fell into the eyes of Captain Marshall, and he couldn't help but have the idea that the regiment commander had become more unfathomable, he sincerely admired the latter's first-class cultivation and deep character, even after the most important chess piece was out of control, he was still unhurried, he thought of himself again, and sighed secretly, when can he reach such a superb realm?

While he was thinking wildly, there was a "pop", and the porcelain coffee cup was smashed to the ground, and Marshall was surprised to see the respected regimental commander suddenly stand up, walking around the room with a gloomy face, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped, and he seemed to be on the verge of an explosion.

Marshall stared blankly for a while, and at some point, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart, and even a little disdain in his eyes.

It turns out that you are nothing more than that.

Fortunately, Netomund was still in a state of anger and suspicion, and did not bother to pay attention to the expression of his most trusted subordinate, if he knew what was really going on in the latter's mind at the moment. Presumably, the Commander of Ukanyi would not be so lonely alone.

Netomund's irritation was not only that the plan he had worked so hard for more than ten years had been destroyed, but that the forces in Beitheron had become more complicated.

He had already estimated that there would not be many orcs attacking the vanguard of Beiselen City, and the commander of the guards would be able to resist the first wave of attacks on the premise of being prepared in advance, and then let the barbarians rush to the front line with the cooperation of Mook, and when their strength was exhausted, his knights would come out again. You will be able to clear all the obstacles in one fell swoop, and thus occupy the North Selen!

He had experienced countless times in his dreams the scene of standing at the head of the city overlooking Bethlehem, but the sudden news shattered his dream that was about to become a reality!

And what made him depressed was that although he had the intention to help Mook eliminate the rivals, now the two brothers were the focus of attention, and if he did it himself, he would have to be afraid of other barbarians who were eyeing him, not to mention, if he didn't pay a certain price, Miz wouldn't be so easy to take. The orc attack was imminent, and he didn't want to consume his limited strength too much because of this.

Netomund was furious that it could only have been the Pastor's doing! for he had only revealed the plan to assassinate Ukanyi, and that no one else could have seized the moment so coincidentally, that it had been premeditated!

Do you think this will stop me?" Netomund snorted heavily, which frightened Marshall, who was thinking wildly. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

"That's not right!"

Netomund frowned, he was a man who could afford to put it down after all, not to mention, he still had several trump cards in his hand that had not been played, and the outcome had not really been decided, but at this moment he suddenly thought of a problem that he had ignored.

The plan he had concocted earlier at the headquarters of the Knights of the Two Blades was actually to send a wrong message to Luo Lan, that is, the assassination of Ukani was to eliminate the Commander Guard, and if the other party agreed to cooperate, then by the way, he would join forces with the Commander Guard to eliminate it, if not. Then once he makes a move, in the eyes of the other party, he will only think that he can't hold his breath, and he will be happy to watch from the wall, and he will not rush to jump out to stop it.

But now it seems that instead of accepting this statement, the other party has been secretly watching and sabotaging its own actions.

Then the question comes, isn't it easier to kill Mook? Why do you have to go around such a big *** and create such a strange situation in front of you?

Is it just because he is angry and ashamed?Netomund shook his head, to outsiders, the Knights may be outnumbered, but he knows it in his heart. With the little strength he has shown so far, he will not be put in the eyes of the pastor at all, so this move is worth pondering.

After thinking about it for a long time, Netomund finally thought of a possibility...... The reason why he didn't kill Mu was that the pastor had no intention of giving up cooperating with him. Is there any room for this?

Cooperation? Why Cooperation?

As soon as the thought turned to this. In his heart, he naturally thought to himself, did the other party already know the news of the imminent invasion of the orcs?

In the current situation, every force around Beiselen does not unite. That's really no way to resist the orc legions.

So the correct answer is that the other side is pushing themselves to the point where they have to cooperate with it!

Netomund was shocked, and if this was the case, the pastor's scheming was truly terrifying.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, feeling that it was still necessary to confirm it at this moment, so he took out a parchment scroll from the drawer of the desk and said, "Captain Marshall, send this to the Landiston Pastoral Camp." ”

"Order?" Marshall was stunned, this was a certificate for the people of the Order to enter and leave freely in the city of Beiselen, and at the moment, there was no limit to the specific number of people, wasn't the head of the regiment afraid that the other party would use this thing against him? But since it was an order, he could not hesitate, and immediately retreated and saluted, and turned around and went out.

Netomund, on the other hand, closed his eyes and waited for news.

Half an hourglass later, Captain Marshall, sweating profusely, came to the front again.

"How's it going?" Netomund opened his eyes, a look of eagerness.

Captain Marshall didn't have time to wipe his sweat and said, "Commander, the pastor has already sent someone into the city. ”

Netomund frowned, could it be that he had guessed wrong? Then he thought about it and said in a deep voice, "How many people?"

"Alone. ”

"Huh?" Netomund stood up, and Marshall was startled, and immediately took a step back.

Netomund sighed and sat down slowly.

His actions were just a way to ask Luo Lan and take the initiative to compromise, and the latter sent people into the city to show that he accepted his sincerity, and the reason why he was a person was a hint: Captain Netomund, on the eve of the orcs about to invade the land, am I still stupid enough to send people into Beiselen?

What an ironic response.

Netomund smiled bitterly, and then his eyes turned cold again, hmph!

He said in a deep voice, "Inform all the members of the Knights that within today, they must withdraw from Beiselen!"

Marshall almost suspected that he had misheard, but since obedience had become an instinct, the questioning words naturally became "yes" when they came to his mouth, but his body stood still and did not move, hesitated for a moment, and said, "My lord, if you go in such a hurry, it may attract the attention of the barbarians." ”

Netomund patted the armrest and said, "It's okay, someone will cooperate with us." ”

Marshall wondered, "Who?"

"Didn't I just ask you to deliver the letter?" Netomund didn't seem to care about what the loyal subordinate had said today, but sighed again.

Obviously, the Landiston priest saw the situation clearly, neither of them had enough strength to fight against the orc army alone, and only by joining forces could they win, and as for the rest of the matter, it would only be after expelling the green-skinned aliens first, and then looking for another opportunity to decide the winner.

Outside the city, Luo Lan's camp suddenly rose up, and at the same time, the members of the Knights were also swarming outside the city, and the two sides were tense, and the air in Bethlehem suddenly became tense, which greatly frightened the passing caravans.

At this time, the two of them simultaneously transmitted a message to the outside world, because of the serious friction between them, they had to solve it by force, but no one noticed that the two teams were moving slowly on a high ground northwest of the city of Celeng in the north.

The human infighting made the barbarians overjoyed, and they all made a wait-and-see look, and some even opened a gamble to make a profit from it, but to their disappointment, the two did not start fighting immediately, but first sat down to negotiate, and even invited the famous diplomat Yi Juzhong to mediate, but this half-breed was actually counting the gold coins he had just received at home at this time.

When Netomund and Luo Lan meet again, the conversation between the two is very simple.

Netomund coughed and said, "Pastor, it seems that we really need to cooperate this time. ”

Luo Lan smiled deeply and said, "I said that I would think about your proposal carefully, and now it seems that the time is ripe." ”

"So, what are you going to do?" Netomund nodded, the enemy is now, if there is another internal strife at this time, it will really kill himself.

Luo Lan spit out a word briefly and forcefully: "Wait!"