"Boris Mihailo, Chief Non-commissioned Officer and Flag Officer of the Second Column of the First Regiment of the Advance Army of the Silver Helmet Mountain, Head of the Thirty-fifth Street Supervision Office in the Civilian District, Reserve Execution Officer;

In the makeshift cell, under the dim oil lamp, the dwarf lay expressionlessly on the hospital bed, under the tattered military uniform, the wound bandage was still oozing blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rotting flesh. Fastest updates

Despite his injuries, the dwarf struggled to sit up and saluted Loren with the two remaining fingers of his right hand.

With that, he immediately put his hand down, and there was not the slightest hint of respect on his face, as if he was just following some fixed procedure.

Looking at this serious dwarf, for a moment, Loren suddenly had a certain "weird" intimacy.

Of course, it's only for a moment.

"You want a confession?" asked Loren.

"Of course not!" The dwarf who was still "respectful" just now instantly turned his head horizontally: "The people of the Yunling Kingdom have no soldiers who have surrendered, let alone nobles who have surrendered!"

"That's... Are you going to ask me or rather, Byrne, for help?"

"It's even more impossible! The Yunling Kingdom doesn't have cowards who stretch out their hands to others, let alone ask for help!"

The expressionless black-haired wizard squinted his eyes and looked at each other, and through his gaze, the "serious" dwarf suddenly felt a chill run through the back of his neck, and instinctively shivered.

Before entering, Eckert had reminded Loren more than once that the dwarves had a high self-esteem and that it was very difficult to gain their trust and help.

So when you ask them, you might as well be tactful, pay a few smiles, and say a few more flattering words, and the dwarves love to eat this set.

But Loren wasn't going to listen to him.

Time is running out, Loren has no time, and he is not interested in accommodating these dead tsunderes and playing with them here.

"Very well, the execution will be before dawn tomorrow. Loren bowed slightly, and said coldly, "Enjoy your last night, Mr. Boris Mikhailo." ”

"I will use the heads of you and your nineteen brothers to sacrifice the flag, and then go south to attack the Silver Helmet Mountain!"

With that, Loren turned and left.

"Impossible!"

The dwarf's expression changed color suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted, "With the army you have now, it is impossible to capture the Silver Helmet Mountain, Duke Byrne!"

"Maybe, but that's none of your business. Loren did not hide the contempt in his words at all, and without looking back, he continued to walk out.

The sound of footsteps beating on the ground also knocked on the dwarves' hearts.

"Even if I die, I have a way to drag your dwarves from Silverhelm Mountain to hell together!"

The wide-eyed dwarf turned pale and watched in disbelief as the black-haired wizard turned away... It's the first time he's met such an unreasonable human!

When did these greedy, cunning, and calculating guys become as fierce as barbarians?!

"Wait! I—I mean......"

Looking at Loren, who still refused to stop, the dwarf immediately became anxious, and struggled on the bed at a loss.

The dwarf wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it, two completely different thoughts in his mind, and the heavens and men flared up, watching the figure go farther and farther away.

Damn, is he crazy, thinking he can really take the Silver Helmet Mountain?!

But what if he could do it?

But what if he can't?!

"I can help you !!!"

The deep voice echoed over and over again... The footsteps stopped.

Looking back slowly, the indifferent Loren looked at the figure drenched in cold sweat and gasping for breath, his eyes narrowed:

"You... What did you just say?"

The dwarf shuddered.

"I—I mean, I mean......" The dwarf in a cold sweat panicked, completely deprived of his original seriousness, and gritted his teeth:

"What if... If you really want to capture Silverhelm Mountain, I can help you!"

Loren's brow furrowed, hiding the smile in his eyes.

Very good.

The initiative is now in their own hands.

But on the surface, the black-haired wizard still remained indifferent, even contemptuous: "I don't mean to disrespect you, but now I have 20,000 benefactors in this barracks, and they are willing to fight for me to the end." ”

"There are also five thousand Boi, ready to wash away the shame with the blood of your dwarves in the Silverhelm Mountain, so even if you are a warrior who can defeat a hundred, I don't think you can change much. ”

"That's because you don't know what kind of fortress Silverhelm is, but she's ...... strong."

"I know that the Duke of Byrne and even the Knight Kings have never captured any of the fortresses of the Yunling Kingdom. Loren's eyes shrank suddenly, and his words changed:

"However, that is a prerequisite for the tunnel network that stretches throughout the Yunling Kingdom, as well as reinforcements from various fortresses!"

The dwarf's eyes widened, and his expression became even more incredulous.

Looking at his unbearable appearance, Luo Lun snorted coldly again: "Why, we have been fighting for hundreds of years, and we have been friends for hundreds of years, do you still think that we still don't know anything about the Yunling Kingdom?"

The answer is yes, of course, but who made Loren meet the well-informed Master Halem Van Ashamai?

"But now that you are the enemy of the Cloud Peak, it is impossible for the Silverhelm Mountain Fortress to be supported from any direction, and you even have to deploy your forces in the tunnels to watch out for the High King's army. Loren stared and said categorically:

"I can use 15,000 men to keep the Thousand Tent City from 40,000 centaurs, and now I have 25,000 men in my hands, and I can't attack a dilemma of Silver Helmet Mountain?!"

"You say that because you haven't seen the fortress with your own eyes. The dwarf shouted in pain, his expression very struggling and hesitating: "Conquering her is not as easy as you think!"

"Our Silver Helmet Mountain is not as high on the top of the mountain as the peak of the clouds, and it is impossible for it to be captured... But she was still a very strong fortress. The dwarf gritted his teeth:

"Even if you have a brave and loyal army, even if you are indeed strategically proficient in trying to capture her, you will still have to pay a terrible price, thousands or even tens of thousands of casualties!"

Loren was silent.

"But what do you get by paying these casualties? The High King of Cloud Peak will not thank you, the fortress far from Byrne will not bring much benefit, and your victory will only cause a war between the Yunling Kingdom and Byrne and even the Empire!"

The dwarf spoke with difficulty, staring at Loren's face: "Under the continuous war, the Silver Helmet Mountain is destined to die without a place to be buried, can the Byrens escape?"

"Then what can you do?" the black-haired wizard asked coldly, "Can you end this war on your own?"

"It can't be... When we raise the flag of rebellion, the war cannot be stopped. With a sigh, the dwarf's face was extremely pale:

"However, I can help you gain an advantage in this war!"

Loren raised an eyebrow... Here's the point.

"Indeed, the Silver Helmet Mountain is not as impregnable as the peak of the clouds, but we also have our own pride, we are the first fortress in the Yunling Kingdom to dig out the Mithril mine!"

"Although the mineral deposits have dried up now, the tunnels in the mountains are so wide and horizontal that they even surpass the tunnel network at the peak of the clouds, and only the 'Abyss Pit' can be compared to it. ”

"I am the head of the Supervision Department of the civilian area, and as long as I am in charge of these tunnels, I can take you and your squad of elite soldiers to the top floor of the fortress, and even open the city gate for you;

"Then you'll have the advantage of being a first-mover in this war... Whether you retreat immediately after a siege or confront the High King, it's up to you to decide. ”

Loren frowned: "Then what do you want?"

"Live. Boris Mihailo's eyes burned: "It doesn't take too much, you just need to take in a few hundred Mihailo's people in your territory, I promise, each of them is the best craftsman!"

It sounds like a good idea, and the black-haired wizard is already a little excited, but he still doesn't change his face.

"One last question... Why would you want to help me?"

When the words fell, Boris Mikhailo was stunned at first, and then his eyes erupted with fire, and even his beard trembled:

"That's because we've been deceived!"