Samaras, the governor of the city of Setar, had a falcon-like light in his sky-blue pupils, his face was cloudy like that of Frevice II, and his slightly pale skin was like a frozen corpse in an ice cellar, and he sat on a gorgeous rattan chair and listened to the report of Karst Nunkaert, the messenger of Setar, who had returned, and his fingers couldn't help but start tapping rhythmically on the armrests of the rattan chair.

"The great master of Setar." Karst Nunkart was like a forest dog by Samaras's side, and he fell down before him. Samaras habitually stretched out his tall leather boots, and Karst crawled over to the ground, licking the dust from the boots.

"Oh, you're bringing the news that Wood has so simply agreed to form an alliance with us?" Samaras closed his eyes slightly, squinting at the messenger of Setar, "Oh, I'm fed up with you, you useless lowly wooddog. ”

"Master of wisdom, Karst's wisdom cannot be compared to you in any way, and Baron Wood of Sheffield has indeed readily agreed to you to jointly defend against Baron Witt, Snowddown, who is killing." Karst bowed his head resignedly, he had thought that his task would be completed so easily and perfectly.

"Hmph, your forest dog doesn't spin as fast as that Sheffield fox. You have said so much so that I should not hurt you, oh poor little liver, how can I hurt you? Well, I've got you covered. You can get the hell out of here now. Samaras looked impatient, and kicked away the thief-eyed messenger of Sattar, muttering to himself, "What a good alliance." Hmph, a nominally temporary alliance that sits behind the two sides of the conflict! What an old fox, are you really a stepbrother like Werther who has only developed limbs but no sound brain? ”

"City Defense Chief. Now should our Crossroads Joint Battalion of Sattar remove the battalion north defense? Even so, Samaras was impressed by his positive offer, and had arranged for him to be a loyal lieutenant in the Great Tent since his expedition.

"Adjutant Olaf, why did you make your old mistake again? Do you really think Wood really wants to ally with me? If I follow your advice to remove the northern defenses of the joint camp, what will happen if the cunning Wood suddenly attacks us? Ready for a gorgeous backyard fire? Maybe I'll be able to use you to block the door for me. Samaras replied with an eyebrow raised, "But it seems like a solution." ”

"So do you agree to take my suggestion? Now that we are allies with Sheffield, there is no need to mobilize the forces that can be used in the joint camp on the north side, and we should allocate these musterable forces to the west side of the joint camp at the crossroads. Our scouts have now come to report, and the rebels of Nilda and Snowdan are preparing to kill us. And these rebels are going to come out of Nildagang to attack us, except for the white dragon's blood river that they fought with the Elven King's forbidden army some time ago to reach the Alar Valley, and then follow the road to the crossroads where we are, there is no other way to go, as far as I know, these snow ghosts cannot go by sea, and the strait of Nildagang is covered with a thick layer of ice. Olaf happily echoed the second half of what his city commander had said.

"Adjutant Olaf, with you in my big tent, I will feel my frowning stretch a lot. I always feel that your brain has nothing but basic combat knowledge. Your brain can record the facts as well as an ancient book, but the use of strategy is terrible, as if oh, like the words carved into stone tablets by the dwarves of the distant Al Ain dynasty need to be changed with hammers and chisels. Samaras burst out laughing, Olaf's military insights were a good reflection of his resourcefulness and command among the Sertar's generals.

"But as the chief said, my proposal seems to be a good idea. I do wonder if you're sarcasm. Olaf's smile dimmed, and he nodded earnestly to Samaras, who was sitting on a wickermen's chair, "Whatever the commander needs me to do as a reckless warrior, I will do it." It's all up to you. ”

"You are the only one who is most worthy of emulation by the other officers under my account. Ladies and gentlemen, do you hear that, although Olaf is a reckless warrior, he knows how to listen carefully to his command. Samarath looked around at the Wood Elf officers behind Olaf, who quickly nodded in agreement, "Adjutant Olaf, what I mean by my suggestion that your proposal is a good way to do it is that it is ostensibly worth carrying out, but it is only superficially acceptable. Wood and I could never really be on the same page. Yes, we're in an alliance with Sheffield now, but do you see any textual things? We all know that this is only verbal, and no one wants to put him on the board of the Gong Wen. You know, what we have reached is nothing more than a temporary alliance with no guarantees. He just wants to keep out of any friction with our Sethar for the time being, and although his forces are a little weaker than ours, we need his help. So it's necessary to put on a friendly posture, but we have to be on the covert. The defensive fighters on the north side of the joint camp can be removed openly, but we must secretly deploy the joint camp on the north side. As I said, lest the backyard be gorgeously lit up with beautiful fireworks. This is not a great place to watch this kind of Sattar celebration. I said, do you understand? ”

"The chief's decisions are always so wise, I will follow them immediately!" Olaf's mouth opened wide, his face was full of sudden realization, he clapped his hands violently, and knelt on one knee, "Sir, then I'll start arranging it immediately." ”

"Remember, it's very secretive. The Sheffield Border Patrol at the pass must not be allowed to see any clues. Samaras, the governor of the city of Sattar, stretched out his index finger slightly, and Olaf rose happily and withdrew from Sétar's tent with the order.

Outside the sea blue tent of the Sertal Elf Army at the crossroads, several Sertar scouts came out of the west of the Nicholas woods and went straight to the south gate of the camp.

"The Arar Valley sent scouts to report urgently! The Snow Ghost Legion of Nilda Heights had been assembled in the Arar Valley, 120 miles north of the Crossroads, under the leadership of Snowdan Baron Werther, and they had gathered a group of surrendered Wood Elf Janissary warriors and used them as the vanguard of the front army to march all the way from the Arar Valley towards the Crossroads, estimated to have marched 30 miles at the speed of their march. At this rate, they will appear tomorrow on the avenue south of our joint camp. The sweaty Wood Elf Scout fell to his knees in front of Samarath's tent with a grunt.

"What!? Werther is so fast!? Samaras's face suddenly panicked, he slapped the two armrests of the rattan chair with both hands, and stood up from the rattan chair with a whoosh like a sharp arrow that suddenly pierced the ground, his hands unconsciously behind his back, and the triumphant expression just now was immediately swept away after hearing the news of this sudden report.

"Is Wood from the Sheffield Border Patrol really willing to help us defeat this king of wolves?" The officers under the tent also began to whisper, "But I can't tell, the snow ghost is notoriously brave, and you don't know how bad the environment in the south is." The soldiers trained from there are even more powerful than the forbidden army of the king's army! The three forbidden legions were defeated by Werther, and what other force in Erwinnia could withstand the attack of the snow ghosts. ”

Samaras also heard the private discussions of the officers, although he could not take Sheffield's Wood seriously, but he knew Werther's strength, not to mention that his own relationship with Werther was incompatible from the surface, and he kept muttering in his heart, "The time for my decisive battle with Werther is coming." What to do. The failure of the three legions of the Elven King's forbidden army to go to Nilda Gang to suppress has already broken my calculations, and now Werther is advancing so fast. ”

"Sir, I suggest that we withdraw our troops for the time being, our strength may not be able to compete with the rebels of Nilda Gang and Snowdang." An officer looked around at him, then stepped forward and offered advice to their city governor, Samaras.

When Samaras heard this suggestion, he was distraught, and instead of accommodating the cowardly officer, he paced back and forth on his own.

"Sir, I Kailan doesn't think what Jaellian said is right, we now have a joint camp to use as a defensive offensive, and we have the Sheffield Wood Elf Border Patrol Team behind us as support. In this way, with the right battlefield tactics, we may still have a chance of winning. As long as the wolf head of the snow field is captured alive, the leader of the snow ghost, we, as the initiators of the King of Qin's war, should have priority to control the defeated Nilda Gang and, of course, Snowdang. ”

Samaras glanced at the officer, he stopped pacing back and forth, and after a long pause, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he raised a smug smile again, "I am very impressed with you. Your rhetoric has undoubtedly opened my mind. That's it. I'll put Sheffield's Wood like a Wood Elf arrow on the longbow string I prepare for war. Call me Karst Nunkaert, and I will ask him to bring another letter of mine to the pass where Sheffield is garrisoned. Also, be sure to guard against any Sheffield wood elves, especially emissaries, who pass through the crossroads joint camp where our troops are stationed without permission! ”