Alan and Rooney were afraid of long nights and dreams, including the tools and all the supplies in the three workshops, and put everything they could bring into the alien space storage necklace.

Rooney ran to the teleportation array, and after adjusting the magic coordinates randomly, the two returned from the teleportation array to the Beamon army in the southern diocese.

After stepping out of the teleportation array, there was already a Harpy waiting for a long time.

Rooney said casually: "Go and report to Mu Shuai, everything is arranged." ”

The harpy seemed to have a different color, opened his mouth and stopped, and finally saw the two lion and tiger princes leave impatiently, so he got up and flew away.

"It's not going to be an open filling, is it?" Alan walked over to the place where no one was and looked at Rooney worriedly.

Rooney said uncertainly, "I don't know, but the harpy should be suspicious, let's get out of here." ”

Alan shook his head slightly, pointed to the heavier position of Beamon's baggage and said, "Give them a little mess and buy some time." ”

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At this time, in the tent of the commander of the Chinese army in Beamon, a group of strong Beamon officers sat quietly in place.

The Beamon orcs have always been not very harmonious among various races, especially those in high positions, who often scold when they don't agree, and use knives when they don't agree.

Those who can become racial bosses are basically nobles, and once they become nobles, everyone is at the same level, and no one is inferior to others.

If it weren't for the nobility, it would be like Pigg seeing the fox clan or the Bear clan and being born with a head.

At this time, all the officers in the house, in addition to the great elder of the Pige clan, there are also the supreme commander of the wolf cavalry legion, the contemporary patriarch of the Bell Bear clan, and the head of the Harpy family.

In addition to them, the leading priests of various races also sat quietly in the corner and did not say a word.

None of the bigwigs and nobles who had met before made any noise, and all of them quietly looked at the figure in the middle of the handsome tent.

A blond-haired figure was looking intently at a huge magical map, and saw that the geographical location recorded on it was extremely detailed, including the entire southern diocese, and even the outlying areas and outposts of the Great Wasteland.

In addition to some Bimon text annotations, even the territory distribution map of each fierce beast in the fierce beast forest is marked in detail.

But if Alan was here, he would definitely scoff at this magic map, because the beasts have long since lost any so-called territory concept, and most of the time, these guys are eating and drinking in the Bloodhoof camp.

The middle-aged man did not wear armor like everyone else, but simply put on a pure black cloak, and the wings covered under the cloak shone like the Milky Way.

These angelic white wings are a unique status symbol of the noblest swan family.

The three nobles of Beamon, the lion clan, the iron tail whip of the tiger clan, and the wings of the swan clan.

The figure with his back to everyone chuckled, turned around slowly, his long golden hair was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and it was pierced to the back of his head so simply and casually, and his resolute facial features were like gods carving the most perfect masterpiece, just like Orlando Bloom, the most handsome elven god of war in ancient times.

If you look closely, this person seems to have just entered middle age, but the light from those eyes seems to be like an old wise man who has seen through the vicissitudes of life, and the slight curvature of the corners of his mouth makes people can't help but want to trust him.

"Has the cause of death been identified?" Mourinho's gaze swept over the people in the tent one by one.

A group of bigwigs who are walking sideways on their own turf, under the gaze of Mourinho like substance, like a schoolboy who was found stealing the glory of the king in class, can't wait to bury their heads in the crotch of their pants.

However, there are no Garfield and Doug dogs, so they don't have the ability to hide their crotch and hide their heads yet.

Seeing everyone's appearance, Mu Shuai said loudly: "This time, in order to capture the inheritor of the Titan bloodline, I seconded the Imperial Guards of the First Guard to His Majesty the Beast Emperor as the vanguard of the attack, what is the result?" Just died in the rear for no apparent reason, can any of you give me an explanation. ”

Mu Shuai's tone was slightly angry, but everyone who was familiar with him knew that he was not really angry, maybe he was secretly happy in his heart.

Mourinho was born in the swan family, one of the three nobles, and is in the prime of life, to have a reputation, to have military exploits, not to mention the family background, there is the only noble blood that can be comparable to the lion and tiger clans.

Seeing that there is less than a year to go before the replacement and election of the Beast Emperor, everyone knows that Mu Shuai will be the most powerful and only contender for the current Beast Emperor.

And Mourinho has never concealed his ambitions, although he controls most of the military forces in Beamon, but he has questioned the political decision-making policy of the Beast Emperor in public several times, and he is also a complete hawk, always firmly believing in the principle of big fists and loud voices, and he looks down on the strategy of the Beast Emperor who often surrenders the surrounding races.

Although he lost several lion and tiger royal clans this time, it didn't make the beast emperor Resas break his muscles and bones, but it was enough to block the eye medicine every day, and this was what Mourinho liked to see.

However, the death of those lion and tiger noble janissaries is too strange, if Mu Shuai can't give His Majesty the Beast Emperor and the House of Representatives a perfect explanation and explanation, maybe the Beast Emperor will make a big fuss, after all, there are still a lot of dove nobles in the House of Representatives in Bimeng, and there are not a few people who support the Beast Emperor.

At this moment, a shaman, supported by a harpy, stepped into the tent.

When the people heard the sound, they shifted their eyes from Mu Shuai's body to the silver-haired shaman.

There are many people who know this old shaman, he does not belong to the military, and he has long since retired, but he is only a representative of the folk priests of Shacheng, and he does not know how to participate in this surprise attack on the southern diocese.

Seeing that everyone had noticed him, the old shaman walked over tremblingly, walked slowly to Mourinho's side on crutches and said, "Lord Mourinho, the results of the song of poison have just come out, it is a poison that has never been seen before, it contains the toxin components of the blue fire monitor lizard, but it is artificially processed. ”

Mourinho frowned slightly and asked, "That means the toxin is not fatal, but a fatal wound?" ”

The old shaman nodded and explained: "Well, I have already seen the corpse, and the person who started it is very professional, without attracting everyone's attention, in a short time. Seven crossbow arrows were fired to subdue the lion and tiger princes, and later they may have been forced to question the lion and tiger princes, but they did not leave a single living mouth, and their shots were accurate and ruthless, which was by no means something that ordinary vindictive warriors could do. ”

Mourinho took the slightly curved crossbow bolt from the old shaman's hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then fell silent, as if thinking about something.

A Belle Bear officer saw that Mu Shuai was silent, and said angrily: "Old shaman, aren't you dizzy, eight lion and tiger princes, the elite of the elite, let people die so quietly under our noses?" Seven crossbow arrows were shot in one or two breaths, all in the same spot, could it be said that the Night Elves had changed careers to become killers? ”

"Don't talk nonsense if you're ignorant, elves are good at shooting, but they're good at bows and arrows, not crossbow arrows." The fox clan elder said disdainfully.

"Could it be the Temple Paladins of the Holy See? But they're not good at that. The bear officer scratched his head, his mind was really not suitable for thinking about such a complicated matter.

A Harpy officer pretended to be clever and said, "If I had said it, it must have been the Shadowhunter who did it." ”

"Fart, how could the Terrans rush over to support so quickly, even if they support, it is impossible to send a few people, and killing a few Praetorian Guards will not affect the overall situation."

The patriarch of the fox clan looked at the bear man officer and said sneeringly: "It is your clan who is responsible for guarding the rear and periphery of the camp, and it is really a waste full of muscles and unreliable." ”

"Who are you scolding, old fellow?"

"Just scold you muscular idiot."

The bear-man officer slapped the table and scolded, "That's better than you guy with a bad stomach." ”

"Who do you say is full of bad water, believe it or not, I will kill your whole family?"

The bear officer was happy, and said disdainfully, "Any one of my family can kill a bunch of fox waste." ”

After everyone heard the military officers sneering at each other, they couldn't help laughing, because the bear officer was telling the truth, you let a group of fox clans with no bears' thick arms kill the whole family? Isn't that a joke?

However, the reason why the Beamon Fox Clan can occupy a seat in the House of Representatives is not useless, their minds are the most powerful weapons, in the Beamon Clan, the IQ reaches less than one percent above the average, and the Fox Clan accounts for nine out of ten nine, they are known for their outstanding wisdom and insidious cunning, and they are often the combat staff of the major legions or the core staff of the major families, and they are the best at it.

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, Mu Shuai gently flicked the corner of the table with his slender fingers.

The crowd, who had been like the vendors in the vegetable market, immediately stopped arguing and scolding, as if everyone had been waiting for the faint sound for a long time.

Helping the old shaman to his seat, Mourinho asked softly, "Old shaman, is there anything else you would like to add?" Now that the Holy Light Castle is bound to win, I don't want to have any more twists and turns, do you think about anything else missing? ”

The old shaman seemed to enjoy Mu Shuai's special treatment, and his old face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, but not everyone could be so courteous to Mu Shuai.

Seeing that the old shaman had nothing else to add, Mu Shuai looked at everyone again and said, "Inform all the harpppies and scouts that there may be an assassin hidden around the camp, let everyone be careful, this assassin is good at hiding and also wears a poisonous bow and crossbow." ”