In aristocratic circles, amorous affairs are not uncommon. But Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of [Frost Sword Queen], who has never had a scandal, this surprised them.

Naturally, Ymir's subordinates would not gossip about her private affairs.

Even if they guessed, no one would ask, no one would dare to ask.

But if you change to Bazel, who has a muscular head in his head, he doesn't pay so much attention to it.

Others can see the strange look of Yumir's expression, and he can't see a legend?

He hadn't left the camp for long before this guy couldn't hold back the raging gossip and asked in a loud voice, "I said Rayne boy, you won't be the eldest princess's concubine, right?" ”

“...”

Wren rolled his eyes, wondering why Bazel would ask this, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Which eye does this guy see that he has an illicit relationship with Ymir?

He didn't want to work hard himself, but people had to give him that opportunity.

"Hiss~ You kid can do it! The dignified eldest princess of Omar, was actually taken down by you? ”

Hearing that Wren didn't quibble, Bazel felt that he had guessed correctly.

Immediately afterwards, he listened to this thing and analyzed: "I'll just say it's strange, last time in the Radiant City, she would personally go to rescue you." What kind of prince and princess do you want to change, you don't necessarily want Her Royal Highness the eldest princess to be so concerned. So the two of you got together a long time ago? ”

This guy was originally a strange thief leader, and he didn't talk in a shield.

Phew~ It's vulgar!

“...”

Wren knew he didn't want to hear about those complicated affiliate schemes, and he wasn't going to tell him.

He could only explain: "I'm just an ally with her." ”

"Hehe..."

Bazel gave him a look: Do you think I believe it or not?

Don't look at this legend on weekdays, he has lived for more than two hundred years.

But in his bones, he is an old tease.

He winced his eyebrows and said, "What were you doing in the tent just now?" ”

Wren didn't understand why this guy had a look: "Discuss things, can you still do it... You know, I sent her a letter, and I told her not to wade through these troubled waters. ”

Bazel: "That's it?" Didn't do anything else? ”

Wren: "Or else? What else can you do? ”

Bazel: "O eldest princess! ”

“？？？”

A wheel just ran over my face?

Wren was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood what was going on with this guy's cheap smile, and said with a smile: "Senior, your language comprehension ability needs to be improved..."

Bazel said quietly: "Hehe... Do you think we werewolves have bad brains? Or do you think we're blind? ”

Mixed up, Wren didn't have any scruples to speak, and quipped: "Senior, I don't mean to offend." But my teacher has studied the werewolf bloodline in depth, and from the field of biological sciences, there is nothing wrong with your first half of the sentence..."

Bazel: "..."

.......

The two of them walked out of the "fog of war", and the "Ghost Mushroom Elder" Dale and Coleman warriors who were waiting outside also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dr. Wren, how are the negotiations going?"

"What do those invaders want to do, are we going to war now?"

“...”

Several small warrior chieftains riding monsters immediately responded, and as soon as Wren said something wrong, they would immediately attack into the mist.

Elder Dale also walked over, looking solemn, and asked, "Are they coming for the temple?" ”

With the exception of Wren, he could not trust any "invaders" who invaded their homeland.

"Yes, they did come for the temple before."

Wren said directly: "Those people are also my old acquaintances, and after I told them that the temple was a 'dead place', they also gave up the idea of going deeper. ”

Elder Dalle also felt a little incredulous: "Those people gave up so easily? ”

Although he felt that Dr. Wren was a friend and should not be suspicious, but the other party was the top powerhouse among the invaders, and he gave up when he said he would give up?

"Yes."

Wren couldn't explain the matter of the covenant to them for the time being, and directly said the result: "They will leave the forest immediately and will not go any further." Moreover, I also told them that the warriors will monitor them when they leave the forest, and there should be no problems. ”

"That's right..."

Hearing this, Elder Dal's brow furrowed.

If the other party does not retreat, it will definitely fight. But that kind of sword-like team is difficult to completely grasp, and when the time comes, even if a few invaders are killed, the clansmen will definitely suffer casualties.

War, if not forced to helpless, is not what they want at all.

But now that the promise is to leave, that's good news.

Thinking of this, Elder Dalle said to Wren, "Doctor Wren, this time I have caused you trouble, you have reduced an unnecessary bloodshed for our tribe. ”

Wren smiled, "I'm a friend of the Colemans..."

Elder Dale nodded, and then said to the clansmen beside him, "Remove the encirclement and trap in the direction of exiting the forest. Gar team, you're in charge of keeping those people out of the forest. If you find an anomaly, report it immediately..."

"Yes, Elder!"

At the sound of an order, the Warcraft knights in the jungle immediately took action.

......

Ymir and his party exited the forest as agreed.

Wren and Bazel returned to the Atrium Temple Tribe, along with the Coleman army.

Although this trip was delayed for a few days, the harvest was also great.

At the very least, Wren had already determined that there was a way back for the Colemans.

Don't look at the Coleman clan's individual combat effectiveness, they still have the advantage of time and place in the forest. But in a really large-scale war, backward equipment and population inferiority, it will be more and more difficult for them to deal with, and the war will become more and more tragic.

This war dragged on to the back of the country, and after those "war elephant-level" and "Beamon-level" mechanical cities attacked the forest, the Warcraft mounts and a small number of artillery pieces could not hurt the mechanical city at all.

The Colemans were no longer qualified to fight head-on except for the continuous defeat.

When the time comes, it will be only a matter of time before the large forces of the Radiant City invade the Atrium Tribe.

Therefore, as soon as he returned to the tribe, Wren went to the bamboo building again and found the Great Witch Sacrifice Marfa.

.......

In the room, there were only Wren and Marfa.

The atmosphere was a little solemn.

Although Wren brought back the key to the mechanical box that held the Coleman artifact, Marfa said it was too late.

The seal has been broken, and the outbreak of the [Kuroshio] has become irreversible.

But in fact, no matter when the key is found, whether the "Black Tide" predicted by Coleman's ancestors will break out, and now the situation of the Coleman tribe has reached the point of life and death.

Ever since he had gotten some of the offensive movements of a large army in Ymir, Wren had deduced in his mind that it had become clearer and clearer that the war would be over in a few months.

Once again, he persuaded, "Lord Witchcraft, this is the conclusion I have reached. In two months at most, the large mechanical city will invade the depths of the forest. The artillery on the large mechanical city, both in range and power, is more than ten times more captured by our tribal warriors! Moreover, there is a magic tower on every mechanical city, which is a kind of magic building that allows fifth-order magicians to have 'elder-level' combat power..."

"You Coleman have been of great kindness to me and my companions, and I don't want to see my friends suffer. The ancestral precepts cannot be violated, and the temple must also be guarded. But I don't want to see the valiant warriors of the tribe fight against the steel castle with stone spears and bows and arrows, and use their flesh to resist the artillery and make fearless sacrifices. The will of the god Morogos is above, and I don't think He wants to see his followers brutally slaughtered and slaughtered by the enemy..."

"I don't think a strategic retreat will blame the will of the god Morogos. On the contrary, it is the spark of civilization that continues, so that faith will continue to exist, and the will of God will never die..."

“...”

Last time, Wren also persuaded him once, but Marfa didn't give him a response.

The tribal culture is primitive and simple, but also stubborn.

But faith is above all else, and tribal warriors will feel that the patron shrine is something more important than life.

Wren knew that the old man in front of him must have understood what he had said before.

After listening to Wren's story, Marfa's old face became even more lonely.

He walked to the window of the bamboo building, looked out, and saw the people in the village. Once upon a time, it was peaceful; Now, it is full of wounded, old, sick and disabled.

The wise old man watched, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

No one spoke for a moment, and the room was a little scary.

Occasionally, I only heard a hissing sound from under the bamboo building, which was a few giant pythons spitting letters.

Wren felt that he should speak, he looked at the bleak back by the window, also took a deep breath, and exhaled again.

The old man decided not to retreat, and all the warriors of the tribe would fight to the death until the last drop of blood was shed.

If the old man decides to move the tribe, then the clan that guards the temple... The ancestral teachings that had been held for generations collapsed.

On one side is the ancestral training, on the other side is the life and death of the entire clan, he is the supreme leader of the tribe, and the burden of choice is on his shoulders alone.

It would be like a mountain, a pressure that no one else could imagine.

.......

After a long time, no one spoke.

Wren felt that this time it might be in vain again.

But at this time,

Marfa opened her eyes and sighed slightly: "That's it..."

He turned his senses, looked at Wren, and said slowly: "Indeed, as you said, only if the fire of the Coleman clan continues, the will of the god Morrogos will never die. ”

As soon as Wren heard this, he immediately came to his senses, and the old man finally figured it out?

In fact, he had wanted to say for a long time, since the temple was a "dead place", it would be better to let those guys go to death.

But this involves the realm of "faith", and the Colemans absolutely allow living people to break into the temple.

I didn't dare to say this.

"Dr. Wren, you're right, the children of the tribe are too young to be killed for this doomed war."

At this time, Marfa spoke, and suddenly the words changed, and she said, "But the temple must be guarded... In that case, let's take it on us old bones. ”

“...”

When Wren heard this, he vaguely guessed something, and his brows furrowed again.

But looking at Marfa's serious expression, it seems that this is the final decision.

Come to think of it, he wasn't talking either.