Early in the morning, a messenger from the Toulouse tribe carrying a white flag delivered a letter of surrender.

"Honorable envoy of the Belmar Empire, on behalf of the Senate of the Toulouse Nation, I hereby send you a request for a ceasefire, and invite you to the Liku Line to consult with Elder Basil about surrender."

"There is a labor envoy, please lead the way", as soon as Yang Jian raised his hand, the group followed the messenger of Toulouse.

Along the way, the pungent smoke was everywhere, the wreckage of the catapult could be seen everywhere, and the injured frostgoblin had already been carried away on a stretcher.

"Brother Jian", Hans attached to Yang Jian's ear and whispered, "This Toulouse clan has been hit by this terrible blow, will it design a trap for us to drill?" ”。

"I won't move if the enemy moves, so I won't change anything", Yang Jian half-squinted his eyes and looked around at the surrounding situation.

After walking for about half an hour, the group came to a huge cave.

The cold wind rushed out of the cave, making people shiver their teeth from the cold.

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry, you will be there after a short walk to the cave", the messenger of Toulouse led Yang Jian and his party into the cave.

It was pitch black in the cave, with only a faint light refracted through the smooth walls.

Yang Jian even observed a strange creature, the Foam Spider, a basin-sized creature that jumped up and down in the burrow, spitting out spider silk as thick as a noodle and forming webs around it.

Along the way, he didn't see a single figure, which made Yang Jian feel more and more confused.

Just as Yang Jian was thinking nonsense, the light in front of him became stronger and stronger, pulling him back into his thoughts.

Soon a row of figures appeared in front of them, all holding torches in their hands, burning and illuminating the surroundings.

"Welcome to the Belmar Imperial Legations!!" There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

The tall and mighty strong men of the Toulouse tribe are like rows of hills, forming a welcoming formation, and they even hold a small colored flag in their hands, waving from side to side, shouting and cheering.

Yang Jian and the others were stunned for a moment, how could this be to surrender, obviously welcoming the soldiers who returned triumphantly!

Standing at the front was an old man with a kind expression and a gentle manner, he stood with his hands in his hands, and the aura of a superior person inadvertently emanated.

As soon as the old man raised his hand, the cheers stopped.

I saw him cough, clear his throat, and look at Yang Jian and his party with a smile.

"It is a pleasure to have friends from afar, and the envoys have come from Belmar thousands of miles away, let us welcome them with the warmest applause!"

"Papapapa!!" , thunderous applause rang out neatly, apparently after some rehearsal.

"Your Excellency must be Elder Basil, I, Yang Jian, on behalf of all the members, thank you for the noble family's kind invitation!"

Yang Jian and the others were full of energy, and after feeling the enthusiasm of the Tulouse clan, their original suspicions immediately disappeared.

The smile in Basel's eyes grew thicker and thicker, and it seemed to have a little more playfulness.

Yang Jian even began to imagine drinking with the elders in the Senate, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Both of them were laughing, but they had completely different meanings.

"On behalf of all the people of Toulouse, I invite you... , Basr paused, his eyes staring at the feet of Yang Jian and his party.

The smooth pavement ahead was not as sturdy and reliable as it seemed, but a trap woven from the silk of a foam spider.