The ministers listened to the Witch King's instructions, and they agreed together, but the Witch King walked alone to a small door next to the main hall, and looked left and right instinctively around the red dragon, not knowing what kind of performance he should have, and the most important thing is what to do with the people he brought now.

Long Xuanru made a gesture to him, asking him to follow the Witch King, who obviously had something to say to him.

Menghuan Red Dragon didn't dare to speak, but just pointed at Menghuan Mountain Tiger with his finger.

Long Xuanru smiled and said softly, "It's okay, I told them to wait for you outside the main hall." Then with a wave of his hand, some of the soldiers took them out of the main hall, while the ministers remained in the main hall, thinking that there was still something to discuss.

Seeing that Long Xuanru had made arrangements, Meng Huan Chilong had to scratch his head, and followed the witch king alone, walking towards the small door.

Following behind the Witch King, I walked through the small door, only to find that this was another cave. Behind the door was a corridor more than fifty feet long, and now there were dozens of soldiers in armor and weapons, looking at him coldly.

He subconsciously glanced at the past and found that there were no soldiers below the witch, that is to say, these people were the back hands left by the witch king for himself, and if those upright dynasty people dared to make a move against the witch king just now, they were afraid that they would be chopped into mashed meat by these people.

Now there were ten of those soldiers in front of them, and no one spoke during the whole process, not even the witch king, only the silent footsteps sounded quietly. This put a lot of pressure on the red dragon, and from time to time he swept his gaze at the soldiers, who just looked at him with expressionless faces.

Walking out along the long outline, there was a large garden, and after walking along the outline of the garden for a while, the ten soldiers who opened the way in front stopped and pushed open a huge wooden door.

The Witch King walked in without stopping, but the red dragon hesitated at the door, and one of the soldiers stood up and gestured at him, asking him to enter the gate. As he stepped into the gate, the gate behind him was closed by the soldiers.

He first looked back at the door behind him, and then at the room he was in, and saw that it was a brightly lit hall, with a huge map hanging on the wall, and a huge sand table in the middle of the room, except that there was a large animal skin in the corner, and on the animal skin there were several low tables, and on the side of the animal skins there was a table with paper, and beside the table was a cabinet with some wine jars and cups.

The witch king sat on the animal skin a little tiredly, and when he saw his gaze, the witch king said: "You also sit, drink and pour it yourself, you can have a casual little here, this is my private place, there are not so many rules." ”

Because this place is the same as his temporary command post in the cave, it seems very simple, which also makes Meng Winding Red Dragon a little curious.

"Witch King, what is this place?"

In order to sit comfortably, the Witch King reclined on the animal skin, looked at Meng Huan Chilong and said: "When the Qiyun Mountain Range fought, I opened up this room as a place for me to analyze the daily battle situation, so this place is a little simpler, but this is my personal place, I have nothing to do now, and I like to spend some time here." ”

Meng Huan Chilong nodded, walked to the sand table and took a look, and found that it was a three-dimensional map, mainly the place in the Qiyun Mountain Range, but there was no graphic of the land covered by the sky. Now there are some flags thrown or planted on the sand table, which should be the distribution of the military strength of the two sides at that time.

He looked at it very carefully, turned back to the Witch King, and said, "This thing is good, I will get one when the time comes." ”

The Witch King grinned and said, "It's a pity that there is no land on it, but you can't blame me, there has been no war in the Wu Clan Country in the past hundred years, and I was frightened at that time, and my attention was focused on the Qiyun Mountain Range, but I just felt that the victory or defeat there was the place where the fate of the Witch Clan Country was decided, so I didn't pay attention to your small border city." ”

Meng Huan Chilong shook his head and smiled: "No one has any experience in war, after this time, we all have different experiences, maybe next time there is such a thing, your eyes will pay attention to the land of the sky." ”

The Witch King shook his head, looking a little lost. "You can say this, I shouldn't, I am the Witch King, every inch of land in the Witch Country is my land, and I should pay attention to every corner of the Witch Country. ”

Meng Winding Red Dragon didn't speak, and there was nothing to say, because the Witch King was right, every inch of land in the Witch Kingdom was related to the Witch King, and the Witch King should be treated fairly. It would be impossible to expect others to care about that desolate land if even the Witch King didn't care.

The two were silent for a while, and then the witch king said: "Red Dragon, sit down! I actually just want to talk to someone, over the years, I, the king, have been really helpless, and some things can't even get out of this palace gate." ”

Hearing that the witch king had the intention of complaining, it was also the beginning of a tirade, and Meng Winding Red Dragon was no longer polite, so he sat down on the animal skin, and pulled a low table to hold his arm.

For the situation of the Witch King, Meng Winding Red Dragon is sympathetic, but he is dissatisfied with this status quo, a Witch King can be mixed like this, and it can only be said that the Witch King himself is incompetent, how to say that you are also a king, let people fiddle with it at will, is there really no problem with yourself?

In fact, the Witch King had been paying attention to the Red Dragon, and when he saw him sit down, he laughed happily. "That's right, let's have a good chat like friends. ”

Hearing the Witch King say this, Meng Huan Chilong became nervous, because the Witch King looked to be in his forties, and he should be an uncle. Hurriedly said: "Witch King, how can you count yourself as my uncle, being a friend makes me really scared, I don't dare!"

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to be friends with the Witch King, and in his opinion, being friends with the Witch King was actually asking for trouble for himself. The Witch King can't even save himself, not to mention that a little person like him, if he doesn't get it right that day, he will really be killed by the Xiong family.

The Witch King laughed even more happily and said loudly: "Indeed, no matter how I look at it, it's your uncle, so it's okay, you don't have to call me the Witch King in private, you can call me Uncle directly." ”

After saying this, the Witch King's gaze kept staring at the red dragon. The clever Meng Winding Red Dragon knew what the Witch King meant, thought for a while, and shouted hard: "Uncle!"

The Witch King laughed, but after laughing, his mood was lowered, and he said in a low voice: "If only I had a nephew like you, at least I could share some worries, but none of them can compare to you." ”

Meng Huan Chilong saw that the Witch King praised himself, so he bowed his head and said: "Uncle has won the award, I am just a boy from the mountains and forests, I don't understand anything, that can share the worries of the Witch King." ”

"Who says you don't understand anything?" the Witch King's voice rang out. "You have a heart for the country and a heart that dares to fight, that's enough, this is sharing my worries, much better than those who know everything. ”

Meng Huan Chilong smiled and said: "What am I? There are many people like me in the mountains and forests, and those mountain people dare to fight, and they also have the courage to sacrifice their lives for the country. ”

The Witch King laughed: "Hahahaha, I don't doubt this at all. The kid of the Long family didn't doubt it, so he dared to hand over the right to guard a city to you, a fifteen-year-old boy. From this point of view, our Xiong family is not as good as the Long family! The people of the Xiong family only dare to play prestige in the royal capital, and if they really go to the battlefield, they are afraid that all of them will be deserters. ”

As the patriarch of the Xiong clan, the Witch King could say such things, but it would be inappropriate for Meng Winding Red Dragon to say it, so he was silent again.

"Chilong, as the patriarch of the Xiong clan, I should tell you I'm sorry, your trip to the royal capital this time is because I am curious about you, a young man, and forcibly asked Long Qifeng to take you to let me see, but I didn't expect that it was the Xiong family who made you suffer. ”

Meng Huan Chilong knew that no matter how lively he talked to the Witch King, he was just a foreign minister, so he quickly stood up and saluted: "Witch King, I don't feel wronged, I am very happy about this trip to the royal capital." Knowing that the Witch King has not forgotten the people of the Land of the Overfall, and that the Witch King has given me the power to recover the Land of the Overfall, this also gives the mountain people the courage to fight, as long as the news comes back, I believe that it will not be long before we can defeat the people of the Righteous Dynasty and hold the Land of Heaven in the hands of our Wu people. ”

The Witch King also stood up, poured two glasses of wine in the cupboard, and naturally handed one to Meng Winding Red Dragon, but he took a few steps with the cup in his hand.

Then he let out a long sigh and said, "You actually make me feel ashamed when you say this, and you really should let the old guys in the family come and hear what our people think." ”

Meng Winding Red Dragon didn't understand what the Witch King meant by this, so he couldn't answer, but continued to be silent.

The Witch King didn't care about his silence and just continued his words. "When the first king conquered the Wu clan country and became the king himself, he naturally had his reasons at that time, our Xiong family wanted to continue to be the king, and that was also based on ability, not fear, for fear that someone would rebel. In fact, even if you are frightened, it is useless if you can't do it yourself, and one day you will be driven down. ”

These words were so confusing that the red dragon understood it. "Uncle, are you saying that someone in the Wu clan wants to overthrow the Xiong family?"

After saying this, he immediately closed his mouth, because Long Qifeng, Tai Zhengwen and the others did not have any respect in their eyes when they talked about the Witch King and the Xiong family. What the Xiong family has done these days is indeed less magnanimous, and there is no concept of the country in their hearts at all, some are only family interests, and such a person is indeed not worthy of being a king.

The Witch King didn't care about the red dragon's face, and seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts. "If it weren't for your appearance this time, and what you said reminded me, I might really be able to carve out the earth, and those old guys in the clan have been encouraging me to give up my interests, keep the peace of the Wu Clan, and prevent sudden changes in the country. In fact, does the Witch Nation really want such peace? If I agree to set aside the land of heaven and become a sinner in the Witch Nation, there is a real possibility that it will cause change. ”

Hearing the Witch King say this, Meng Wrapped Red Dragon had a feeling of horror, and at the same time, he also understood why in Heavenly City, there was a rumor that he wanted to sell his country, and the Xiong family did have such thoughts. Xiong Xuanxia dared to sign a contract with the people of the Duanzheng Dynasty, but I am afraid that it was also for this reason, because they did not consider the thoughts of the Witch King, and only cared about how long their family could exist and how much power they had.

When he thought like this, he also subconsciously slapped a sycophant. "The witch king is wise, and no one can do anything to sell the land. ”