A few days after Is's departure, the young nobles of the barbarians did not harass Luo Lan's camp, but in fact, it was because they already had other places to vent their energy. [Full text reading.]

Marshall was as meticulous and meticulous as the puppets made by the legendary alchemists, and was usually very efficient, with a level of seriousness that would put the most demanding court teachers to shame, but only without anyone interfering with him. In the past few days, he has been busy with all the time, the gates of the Knights' garrisons have been thrown by the young nobles of the barbarians, some wooden fences and flags have been burned and there is billowing smoke, no one dares to approach easily, in order to appease the subordinates who have just taken control of his hands, Marshall had to run from place to place, and for several days without sleep, his eyes are sunken, his eyes are bloodshot, and his lips and chin are full of stubble of thick beard.

However, these are not the most serious, in fact, the Knights have received a lot of commissions in the past few days, but the ending is very miserable, the people who went out were either beaten up and their noses were bruised and swollen, or they were inexplicably attacked from the back of their heads, and they didn't find out that they were stripped naked and lying on the street until the next day, but the worst luck was actually those handsome knights, who were devastated by both spirit and **......

After a few times, some people have begun to become frightened, and even some normal tasks can only be pushed out, and under the vicious circle, the prestige of the Knights has begun to decline, but other than that, the rest of Beiserlen City is strangely calm as ever, but under this weak appearance, those undercurrents that have been hidden for a long time have begun to throb restlessly.

"My lord, this is obviously a conspiracy against our Knights!" Marshall was furious, due to the special status of these troublemakers, and he also knew that the head of the regiment definitely did not want to make a big deal at this time, so he temporarily suppressed all the protests and dissatisfaction with a strong hand, but this was not a proper solution after all, so he had to run to Netomund to ask for instructions on how to deal with it.

Netomund said calmly, "Who are the injured people?"

Marshall thought for a moment. He replied honestly, "Although they are only some low-level knights, this has also dealt a blow to the reputation of the Knights." ”

Netomund smiled slightly and said, "Do you think that after the leaders of the Knights have disappeared inexplicably, is it easier to use the method of spreading rumors to slander us, or is it easier to use this crude method?"

"It seems...... It's rumors a little easier. "Marshall knows if there are rumors. Then at least more than 50% of them are true, and this method is indeed simpler.

"But they didn't do that, so ......," Netomund laughed, "our opponents are not here to do what you say, they just want to tell us not to have any collusion with the barbarians." We can use the land, and they can use it too, and this is a demonstration, and it is also a counterattack. "But......" Marshall was about to say something more, but reason made him shut up in time.

"Have they entered the city?" asked Netomund suddenly.

Marshall was stunned at first. immediately reacted and said, "No, it is still stationed outside the city." ”

Netomund nodded and smiled, "That's nothing, Captain Marshall, sometimes you don't need to be too rigid, after all, you are my real trusted subordinate." ”

Marshall didn't know if he understood the words, and looking at his submissive appearance, Netomund shook his head and sighed. "You go." ”

The Knights of the Twin Blades had been purged a few days ago and the castle was empty and deserted. But this is exactly what Netomund wanted, he came to his room, and if anyone who was careful would have noticed that there was a fine magic circle engraved on the ground here, which not only blocked out all sounds around him, but also hid a very lethal trap, he gently covered the door. A very ordinary-looking red prismatic hedron was removed. And solemnly placed it on a clear copper frame, and then. His expression grew solemn, and he began to chant an obscure incantation.

Time passes slowly.

"Smack!"

A crack opened in the hedron, and a blur of smoke leaked out of it, gradually condensing into a tall black shadow, but it was always fluctuating, and the pitch black was so strange that people could not peep.

"My servant, how are things ready?" The deep and majestic voice seemed to come from outside the sky, shaking the entire space as if it were trembling slightly.

Netomund knelt down respectfully and said, "My lord, I have made preparations, and in five days at most, the name of the master of Bethlehem will be changed." ”

On Luo Lan's desk was a thick stack of lists written in parchment, which recorded the names and titles of the vast majority of the barbarian nobles in Beiselen, as well as their hobbies and quirks.

On the surface, Luo Lan seems to want to make friends with the dignitaries in the city, but his real purpose is not here, he has always wondered, why Netomund is so confident in controlling the city of Beiselen? You know, there may be many humans here, but Barbarian is still the real ruler, but the identity of the Ishyats inadvertently reminds him.

Some people can be trusted by both humans and savages, but this also shows that their position is difficult to determine.

Obviously, the capture of Beiserem is the trump card in Netomund's hands.

However, it is obviously unrealistic to find the dark line lurking among the many dazzling names, and there is not so much time, but Luo Lan naturally has his own screening method, he only needs to cut the most critical part.

Netomund's plan is true, but it also needs to have a certain degree of rationality before it can be accepted by himself, so about seventy percent of it should be true, if he attacks Beiseleng, then the army and other vital parts must be the first to pay attention to, so Luo Lan first sorted out the list of the captains of those barbarian generals, and the others were temporarily thrown aside.

After carefully looking at all of them, Luo Lan found that among these people, only the three thousand troops under the commander Ukanyi were the most well-equipped and had the strongest combat effectiveness, but after more than ten years of control, this army had almost become this person's private army, and if this person unfortunately died, it would inevitably provoke a series of negative reactions in the city, and in this regard, Netomund did not deceive himself.

However, unless this force of 3,000 men is wiped out immediately, there is no point in temporary chaos, and it is clear that Netomund would not do such a stupid thing, so the best possibility is to find a way to control this army!

So, if Ukanyi dies, who will be the direct beneficiary?

Luo Lan tapped his knuckles on the table, looked at Ukanyi's relatives, and soon, a smile appeared on his face.

Ukanyi had two sons, the younger was a Votos, that is, a pure-blooded barbarian, and his eldest son, a half-blood!

And coincidentally, this eldest son can fight well and has a great prestige in the army, but because of his bloodline, he is always not loved by his father.

The barbarians still inherited the tribal inheritance method, but Ukanyi several times drunken and publicly claimed that the eldest son was only picked up on the battlefield and not his own, and that he wanted to hand over the inheritance and title to his younger son to inherit, although this matter did not succeed in the end, but it is unlikely that the eldest son of the ruler would have no resentment in his heart.

Luo Lan thought about it carefully, and found that Ukanyi may not be deceiving, if this is a plan that has been prepared for more than ten years, then it doesn't seem difficult for the knights to arrange a half-breed.

Seeing this, Luo Lan felt that his vision suddenly cleared, the knights of Netomund and the three thousand guards of the barbarians in the city, assuming that they could use this opportunity to seize the dominance of Beiselen in one fell swoop if they knew the news of the orc invasion in advance!

Under the premise that the orc army is pressing, both humans and barbarians can only choose to compromise, so after a long time, when Netomund's heel is completely firm, he will be the actual lord of Beiselen!

So whoever occupies the North Selen, then whoever is the final winner!

But weren't they afraid that the barbarians outside the city would turn to the orcs in their anger?

But Luo Lan found that such a possibility is actually very small, not to mention that the barbarians and orcs are feuds, if such a large buffer zone between humans and the orc kingdom is captured, it will become a bridgehead for the orcs to attack the human world, so as to obtain a great strategic maneuver, and can be detoured through the Bethle Heng Plain to the weak rear wing of the northern power Easton, where most of them are towns with prosperous trade, once Easton is too busy to take care of himself, then the door of the central continent will also be opened, and what is more dangerous is that the land connection between Olevia and the Apollo continent will be completely cut off, once it causes a shock to the entire human world, the fate of the barbarians can be imagined, that is the real self-defeating way.

It's a clever plan, all the variables have been taken into account, and there is even a hidden backhand.

Luo Lan frowned, he had always felt that his appearance had surprised this opponent, but now it seemed that he had already been in the other party's calculations.

Who could this opponent be? Netomund was cunning, but he definitely didn't have the courage and the energy, so he should just be a puppet.

Luo Lan pondered, he stared at the list, and gradually, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and an idea came to his mind.