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Ranmarok was stunned, and the tone of the old man across the round table sounded so light, as if he should have had the upper hand. The throwing knife swirled nimbly between the old man's fingers, and the tip of the knife was always pointed at Ranmarok, consciously or unconsciously, at each pause. He glanced at the corner of the tent, where the iron-tired bow was ten paces away from him, impartial. If he rushes over to grab it, how many throwing knives will he have on his body?

But Ranmarok didn't need an iron-tired bow, he was the head of Boimbul's garrison, but he had to carefully weigh the consequences of breaking with the dean of the Royal Academy at this time, the old man on the other side of the round table represented the will of all the scholars of the Royal Academy and the Black Spear Knights, once he lost the support of these two parties, it was impossible for Boimpur to survive under the gray tide. Ranmaroch didn't know if Brochette would really put Poynbrough in such a situation for the sake of two dangerous elements, but he knew he couldn't afford to do that himself. Ranmaro's hand pressed against the round table had become stiff, and the cold edges of the king's iron made his palm hurt.

Why is it that an elderly scholar who has already delegated power on a large scale is so tough and resolute at this time?

Ranmarok began to re-examine the old man in front of him. No one in the North knows Brochette's exact age, and he seems to have been a contemporary of Gregory III, but many accounts indicate that the old king respectfully addressed Brochette's lifelong teacher—as is the case with all the scholars in the academy today. And as the only scholar who can string stone beads on the three academic rings at the same time since the establishment of the Wang Li Academy, his attainments in all aspects are a mountain that can only be admired—including the military field. He was the instructor of the practical course of combat techniques, the great instructor of the military theory course, and the chief great instructor of the history of the war of Pande. The first batch of instructors at the Ryan Dragon Knight Academy were all his protégés. In recent years, although Broschette still holds the title of mentor in the various branches, he no longer cares about the affairs of the branches, but only delves into the historical materials related to Madigan. On more than one occasion, Ranmarlock heard rumors that Brochette was trying to open up a new discipline, and had even formed a secret society for it—this was all Ranmarlock had of Brochette—that he was not a soldier from the Royal Academy, but a ranger who had been selected to join the Poimbru garrison, and then ascended to the high position of garrison chief, and when he began to supplement his theoretical knowledge in the Royal Academy, Brochette had not appeared in any of the branches for a long time. Occasionally, when he met Brochette in the Academy, the old man's waist-down white beard always made Ranmarlock look at him. But he never imagined that one day such a blunt threat would burst out of that white beard.

"As you wish, Grand Master." Ranmarlock's five fingers slowly closed, and he put away the token and changed his name to Brochette, only in a cold and distant tone. "From now on, you are the garrison commander of Boimbro until you are willing to step down. Please order. ”

"Good." The knives stopped spinning, and a few beautiful knives were pulled out in Broschette's hands. The old man sat down again, and his tone never fluctuated much, from his threatening words to Ranmaroke's retreat. "I appoint you as the commander of the garrison in time of war, and I am responsible for all military co-ordination. During this time, Baranduke and the nuns of hell returned to the city, and you were allowed to leave unconditionally. ”

"That's it?" Ranmaroke's face flushed, he was ready to be relegated to the battle sequence, but the commander-in-chief came back to him in a circle, and the only power Brochette exercised was to open the gates of Boimbru for Estheus and the Sisters of Hell, who knew whether they were alive or dead. "Just for two suspicious characters, you didn't hesitate to use the iron order of the king?"

"Ranmarok, you're a soldier, so you think from a soldier's point of view. I've never blamed you for that, and in previous years, no matter what you did—even if you ordered them all to be hanged—I wouldn't have said a word. But this year is different," the old man looked at him calmly, "of course I know the danger of the nuns of hell, and I know what it means for a noble son of Sarion to be here, but we need to grasp all the combat power we can at this time. And we need Esher Balanduk even more. ”

"Why?" There was bitterness in Ranmarok's voice, "What kind of perspective do you think from to make this judgment?" ”

"You don't need to know." "Carry out the order," Brochette said. ”

"Report." Outside the tent, Captain Dahar's nervous voice could be heard.

"Speak." Ranmaroch and Broschette spoke in unison, and then the former realized his current position and gave Broschette an awkward salute. "Go on." Brochette then motioned to Captain Dahal.

"The sentinel reported that two people, a man and a woman, had come from outside the south gate and asked to enter the city, and one of them claimed to be a mercenary from Livingston."

"Okay." Brochette nodded, "Ranmaroke, you go with Dahar to get them back to the logistics camp, I have something to say to them." ”

Ranmaroke saluted again and stepped out of the tent. Captain Dahal was already waiting for him, and the two of them walked far away before Ranmarok whispered, "Is it necessary for the Dean to do this?" Actually forced each other to die for those two people? ”

"What is the death of each other?" Captain Dahar glanced at him helplessly, "The last person in the Wang Li Academy wants to die is the dean. ”

"Then why did he threaten me with mutiny? If I really want to fight, as soon as I exert myself, his old bones will be broken into seven or eight pieces! ”

"No," Captain Dahar stopped and patted Ranmarok on the shoulder heavily, "If the Dean says that you are not necessarily his opponent in close combat, then it must be you who have broken bones. If you had disobeyed the king's iron order at that time, the dean would have really tied you up. In terms of strength alone, the dean ranks second in the academy. ”

"Second?" Ranmarok scoffed and shook off Captain Dahal's hand. He didn't believe that the strength of an old man in his old age could outweigh that of an excellent ranger who could wear heavy armor and draw a hard bow, but the so-called ranking still piqued his curiosity, "Then who is the first?" ”

"Dammes."

"He? The one who made the poison? The name Ranmaroke is not unfamiliar," are you kidding? ”

"I'm never joking."

Ranmarok wanted to say something more, but the words that had just come out of his mouth were muffled by a burst of grand wolf howls.

"What's the situation? What's the situation? Both of them jumped to their feet, and for the time being gave up on the south gate, and instead rushed up the wall, and the howl of the wolf became more and more distinct. There were thousands of wolves howling in the darkness that seemed to be out of the light of the fire. The howl of the wolf echoed through the streets of Boimbru, far and yet near, as if it came from an indescribable void, and as if it were omnipresent. The wolf howl is not liberating the wild, but rather presents an extremely human mourning mood, and therefore even more creepy. If you listen more carefully, the wolf howl is divided into several levels, and the neat and mournful cry and howl have a low whimper throughout, which seems to be the solo of a lone wolf, but it is not drowned in the howl of the wolves, but sets the emotional tone, the whimper is sincerely mourning for the loss of something, and the rest of the howl is just in response. Boimbru was awakened, torches were lit in patches, and makeshift sentries ran from wall to wall, looking out of the city with their torches in their hands. Someone tried to communicate, but any sound was drowned out by the howls of the wolves. I don't know how long it took for the wolf howl to stop, and the night was silent like never before.

"What's that?" Ranmarok asked softly.

"I don't know." Captain Dahar replied equally softly, "Something big must have happened." ”

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