Buchen and Logan Trancy walked along the cobweb-like corridor between the villages, and after more than half an hour, they came to the gate of a large military village.

This military village is four or five times larger than other military villages, the wall of the wall flutters the royal flags of the eight countries, and the colors of the soldiers' uniforms are not the same, but they look all strong and sharp, revealing a strong soldier's atmosphere, no need to ask, this military village is the place where the eight kings are together.

Logan Trancy immediately stepped forward and talked to the officer on duty in front of the gate, and the officer asked again and again, until Logan patted his chest and assured the whole family that the current Sean Sterling was real, and then ordered his men to move away from the horses in front of the gate and let them in.

Buchen knew very well that they weren't joking, but he chose to attack at this time because he was sick in the brain!

Even the kings' tents don't know where they are, and before the door enters, they will be in trouble? How far does he have to be forced to do such a thing?!

The process of entering the village was not thrilling or dangerous, and Buchen maintained the demeanor of a general when he came, and passed through the gate guarded by countless sharp soldiers without squinting, and regarded the heavy crossbows in the hands of those crossbowmen as nothing.

When the soldiers saw that he was pretending to be so good, their eyes couldn't help but show admiration.

"What a general!" They praised from the bottom of their hearts.

In a short time, Logan Tracy's followers came to a huge tent, which was about twenty times the size of an ordinary military tent, embroidered with various gorgeous patterns with gold thread, and guarded by samurai in full armor and with the smell of danger.

Buchen noticed that the patterns embroidered with gold thread were the royal coats of arms of the eight kingdoms, and the warriors who guarded in front of the tent were all brilliant warriors or war mages of level 7 or above.

With such a gorgeous giant tent and such a strict guard, where can this not be the middle military tent of the Eight Kings?!

Seeing this scene, Buchen's heart sank slightly, the war mage and the brilliant warrior were only worthy of guarding outside the tent, so what kind of strong hands should be arranged inside the tent?

Don't glance at Logan Trancy in front of him, can't they all be of this level?

Then he still the wool?!

Even if he succeeds in assassination, will he be able to get out again? He is not Jing Ke, and he has no interest in failing or killing himself.

Buchen's face was a little red, obviously before entering the camp, he was still full of self-confidence, isn't this a slap in the face now......

A knight in front of the tent was stopped by a knight in gorgeous armor and a burly body, and he glanced at him and asked Tracy, "This is Sean Sterling?" Are you sure you're not mistaken?! ”

Logan Trancy pursed his lips and replied angrily, "Do you think I am deaf and blind?" Can't even recognize your friend's voice and smile? ”

The knight glared at the unsympathetic Logan, but he still did not continue to dwell on the identity of the unretained minister, but said to them: "The kings are on their business, so you can wait here to be summoned!" ”

"Deliberations?" Hearing this, a sarcastic smile appeared on Trancy's face, "I think the quarrel is almost the same, arguing every day, arguing every month, blaming each other, shirking responsibility, these people get together, except for the banquet, there is only a quarrel, and there is no end?!" ”

"Shut up!" The knight shouted angrily, "Logan, pay attention to your identity, they are kings, how can you be a subordinate who can arrange at will?" ”

Trancy pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Buchen looked at his cheap friend, smiled bitterly and shook his head, this person is good at everything, but his mouth is a little too big, sooner or later he will suffer this loss, well, seeing that he hasn't made it to the marquis yet, maybe this loss has already been suffered, and more than once......

At that moment, the knight turned to Buchen and said, "Sean Sterling, right?" I'm sorry to wait a minute. ”

Buchen nodded expressionlessly, "It's okay." ”

When the knight saw his style, he couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart.

Take a look at this pampered and humiliated bearing, worthy of being a general! He praised in his heart, and most of the unconvincing in his heart suddenly dissipated.

They besieged Charles's dog thief for more than half a year, not only with few successes, but also repeatedly deflated, and now they are still under the fortified city, and the Holy City Kingdom on the eastern front also has a big war, but repeatedly thwarted the attacks of the southern infidels, and finally destroyed the hundreds of thousands of troops of the brown-clothed people with a clean field battle, and there are hundreds of thousands of beheadings alone, and the one in front of him is the great hero of that battle, first destroyed the infantry of the brown-clothed man's formation, and then broke through the enemy's line after the infantry broke through the opponent's line, Broke through the enemy's second mage formation, and approached the base formation of the pagan prince Rad, although he failed to knock it away, but in the next pursuit, he also won the head of tens of thousands of pagans, and this record alone made their generals of the Western Front countries jealous and red-eyed.

"Despicable Lawrence Clarke, now serving as the captain of the King's Guard under His Majesty King Antonio of the Osirian Kingdom, I am glad to meet you!" The knight held out a hand to Buchen.

Buchen squeezed out a little smile on his face, and also stretched out his hand and shook it with him, "I've heard the name for a long time, like thunder, Captain Lawrence!" ”

When Clark saw him praising himself, his old face turned a little red, and he hurriedly said modestly: "Where, where, it's far worse than Captain Sterling......"

Buchen smiled, comforted Clark twice, said that he would be able to make a great achievement in a few days or something, and made Clark happy, so he took the opportunity to talk to him, anyway, he has nothing to do now.

At this moment, in the middle army tent of the eight kings.

"James, it's all your fault! If you hadn't made a rash attack, our first siege of Charlie would not have failed! ”

"That's right! At that time, the Eight Nations were besieged, Charlie Li was fighting quickly, and our Eight Nations army only needed to fight step by step, and it was because you attacked the enemy lightly that the good battle situation was buried! ”

"That is, if you hadn't been defeated so quickly, would we have been attacked by Charlie's Iron Cavalry in an unguarded situation?!"

"Woo, I lost even the War Mage Regiment!"

In the face of the accusations of several kings, James Cliff, the king of the kingdom of Adonis, was angry and wanted to stand up and point at their noses one by one, but was stopped by Marquis of Cornell, who was standing behind his chair.

"What are you doing? Are they going to put on our heads?! King James turned his head to stare at him and asked angrily.

The green tendons on the door of Marquis Cornell's head jumped, and he said in his heart: As if you haven't done this kind of thing? I really don't know who can't wait to put me to death as soon as I return home? It was only under pressure from the aristocratic clique and the church that they did not get what they wanted. Moreover, the accusations of those kings are obviously justified, and most of the failure of the first encirclement and suppression is really the responsibility of you, James Cliff.

"My king, the overall situation is important!" Marquis Cornell said meaningfully.

King James was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, this time the Eight Nations combined forces, their Adonis Kingdom sent the least troops, and because of the failure of the last encirclement and suppression war, their Adonis Army was not welcomed by other countries from top to bottom, and if they ignored the other kings at this time, they might be expelled from the Eight-Nation Alliance. When the time comes, how can he, who is only a lonely and weak soldier, escape the poisonous hands of those assassins who are eyeing him?

King James felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he was immediately stunned.

"It's all my fault, okay?!" He shouted at the other kings.

"Hey!" Seeing his tone so impulsive, Louis, the king of the Alterac Kingdom, just wanted to spray him a few more words, but at this moment, a woman's cough sounded.

"Ahem!"

The kings all turned their heads to see that it was the only queen of the Eight-Nation Alliance, Isabella Bradley, who had interrupted their criticism of James.

When the kings saw that it was her, they all fell silent.

Her Majesty is their logistics chief, and he has the supply of food and grass for a million-strong army, and if he offends her, he will go hungry.

It doesn't really matter if the kings themselves are hungry, but if those Qiuba under his command are hungry, then the matter is a big deal.

If you don't get it right, you'll get a mutiny!

"Now that it's over, what's the use of saying that?" Queen Isabella glanced at the monarchs and said plainly but clearly, "My brothers, let's think about how to break the city!" Our grain and grass will last for three months at most. ”

When the kings heard her mention of grain and grass, they suddenly had two big heads, and the army of millions sounded majestic, but the consumption of grain and grass was also an astronomical amount, and the Bradley Kingdom was already fully supplied, and their seven kingdoms did not contribute less, but even so, they could hold out until three months later.

It's not that they don't have more food in their hands, but the climate is so weird that it's good to have a third of their country's grain fields cultivated this year, and they have to make a little reservation on food in order to cope with the influx of refugees caused by food shortages and the rebellion that will inevitably follow. Otherwise, let alone suppress the rebellion at that time, it will be a question of whether even the military rations can be scraped together.

And without military rations, then it is time for them to say goodbye to the king's throne......

"It's all the hell to blame for the weather, we can't help it!" Grand Duke of the Principality of Abramo, Vissarion Abramo, with a thick beard, said with a bitter face.

"That's right! Not only is spring ploughing affected, but our soldiers are also miserable! Tens of thousands of people have frozen to death. ”

"Charlie, that guy also uses the climate to build a city with ice and snow, our mage group is good at ice forbidden spells, this climate is still so bad, the fire element in the space is pitiful, the fire forbidden spell is slow and the power is poor, we have nothing to do!"

The more the kings spoke, the worse their faces became, and at last they were silent.

There was a suffocating silence in the king's tent.

"Then let's not talk about it yet!" Queen Isabella rubbed her forehead and broke the silence.

When the kings heard this, they were pardoned.

"Then let's have a banquet next, right?" Antonio Ohirion, King of the Kingdom of Osirian, proposed.

Everyone looked at this little white face in his twenties with a very stinky figure-upped beard, and the expression on his face was a little strange.

"What's wrong? No matter how unfavorable the war situation is, we will have a banquet! If the kings don't even have a banquet, the soldiers below don't know what to think! Even if it's to maintain morale, we're going to have to hold the banquet down! ”

The kings blinked dumbfounded, and the little white face seemed to be ...... It makes sense.

"Let's go then." Queen Isabella set the tone.

"But before we do that, let's meet that Sean Sterling first." Joseph Celter, the king of the Kingdom of Celt, frowned and asked, he still remembered that there was a general waiting outside.

The kings are a little impatient, but after all, Stirling is the general of the Holy City Kingdom, and the Holy City Kingdom is the loyal dog of the Holy See, even if it is to save face for the Holy See, they are not easy to let Stirling's pigeon go.

"Then let him in!" Queen Isabella said.