"Is the union of the three tribes?" said Cheese to himself after listening to the interrogation of the captives. Three, is a delicate number. Let's say it's a lot, this is just the bottom line of the tribal union, if it was just two tribes acting together, they wouldn't have to spend so solemnly three days to prepare. It can be said that it is less, all the men on the grassland are soldiers, and Batu's skills alone have surpassed most of the same age of the blue lion, if the three tribes really go all out, the cheese they will have to face nearly a hundred warriors.

Facing nearly 100 nomadic warriors in four men on the steppe is a proposition that makes people unhappy just thinking about it. However, in addition to this unpleasant news, the mages also received a very important message about why these tribes were attacking them.

"Do you know what he said about Wuqi?" asked Lothar to Batuu. Wu Qi, the name given to the captive, is said to be the mediator of this tribal union, and the shaman of the largest of the three tribes, the Shale tribe. It was he who persuaded the leaders of the three clans to come together on the basis of ancient beliefs, and at the same time informed them of the location of Cheese and the others in the form of prophecy. It can be said that Wu Qi is the center of this conflict, and his purpose and motive are the key.

Batu frowned and shook his head, he had never heard of the name. This is also normal, shamans, unlike other types of shamans, tend to keep a certain distance from the people around them, although they live in a crowd. Most shamans do not speak, as their voices and words are not used to communicate with other humans. Thus, although there must be shamans among the tribes of the steppe people, especially the large ones, the names of these shamans are rarely known to outsiders except for their own people.

"Why would a man who has never had anything to do with us show such hostility towards us? Atta joined in the conversation, for for whom the nomad's attack was absurd, and as the person who had contributed to it, the shaman named Wuqi was simply incomprehensible.

But neither Cheese nor Lothar agreed with the female swordsman. In this era of the world, man is not the only subject between heaven and earth. Under the deep sea, under the earth, there are too many existences beyond people's imagination that can affect people.

"The world is a caravan, and we are all puppets in the hands of the performers. Lothar seemed to have thought of something, and whispered with a somewhat gloomy expression.

The mage tapped his friend on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, he knew what had happened to the Count in Heartless Bay, and to be honest, he wasn't sure he could do better than Lothar in the case of a change of place. What's more, he also had this experience of being manipulated like a puppet in the rat-man plague, and now they have varying degrees of resistance to divine revelation and the so-called mission.

"Even so, we puppets are not something that everyone can play. Cheese said, a smile on his lips. Now that he has a clear understanding of the other party's details, he naturally has a way to make some arrangements. It is true that the warriors of the three clans are a formidable force, but what about a gray-robed mage with an insignia?

The Count spread his hands, noncommittally approving with the mage's words, and then turned his gaze back to the captive, who was full of unintelligible words. Nomads have their own language to communicate with, and people like Batu who know the language of the southerners are in the minority on the steppe. However, even if you can't understand the other party's words, it is not difficult to guess from the captive's hideous face and high-pitched tone that the other party will not say anything good. Lothar took out a dagger from his waist and pulled a knife between his fingers, "What do you do with this guy?"

There has always been only one way to deal with uncontrollable captives in the steppe, so Batu did not object to the killing of captives. Atta remained silent, judging by the look on her face, she didn't want to witness the death of a human, but she knew that she had no say in front of Cheese and Lothar, whose judgment was the team's focus.

"Let it go. We will have many enemies, and this one is not bad. Cheese said casually, his eyes scanning the terrain around him, as if thinking about how to construct spells that could withstand a large number of cavalry. But in fact, he was thinking of another plan, one that was more dangerous, but more likely to be carried out.

Lothar pursed her lips and bent down reluctantly, untying the rope that bound him when the captive thought the Count was going to slit his throat with a dagger, "Tell this guy that he can go." ”

It didn't take Batu to convey this sentence, and the moment the rope was released, the captive had already run with all his strength into the distance. The boy looked at the back, "He won't be grateful for your actions." There is no mercy in the steppe that you call it. He will be the first to bring men to kill you and wash away his shame with your blood. ”

"Maybe he'll do it. The gray robe played with a handful of hair, the captive's hair, as he spoke, "provided that we are still here waiting for him." ”

The Count tilted his head, and he instantly understood what Cheese meant. What puzzled him was that if it had been a former cheese, he probably wouldn't have chosen this approach, and the mage always tended to control the development of things in his own hands, and for this reason his actions were always emphasizing the elimination of hidden dangers. Perhaps Cheese didn't shake off his low mood as he appeared to be.

At the same time, Lothar knew what Cheese meant, and that didn't mean that the others were the same, and Batu said to the mage in confusion, "What are you talking about? ”

The mage smiled, "You said they wouldn't start attacking tomorrow, right?" he continued after the boy nodded, "That's easy, we don't need them to look for it, tonight, we'll go find them." I just happened to have something to talk to about that guy named Wuqi. ”

"Then go ahead. Lothar carried his battle axe to his shoulders, and honestly he did not hate the plans of the cheeses, and the count's pride as a knight and warrior drove him to agree to it rather than to defeat the nomads by witchcraft.

"I still don't understand, what the hell are you going to do?" Atalanta was confused by the words of the Count and the Mage, and she couldn't understand what the two men were thinking.

"It's simple, the four of us rush into those guys' tents tonight, tie up the guy named Wuqi, and ask him why he is dealing with us. The Count explained disapprerovingly.

In this regard, Batu made a rather pertinent assessment, "You guys are crazy. ”