The undercurrent of war.

Inside the lion clan's tent, the Great Chief Ryan angrily threw a piece of animal bone to the ground, rumbling.

It's a ptarmigan's bone, his favorite toy. Ever since he was a child, he liked to run around with this thundering bone in his mouth, until he changed from Little Ryan to Ryan and from Ryan to Old Ryan, and this habit never changed.

Grand Chief Ryan had already made a will, and after he died, in addition to the usual belongings, weapons and equipment, and slaves, the funeral goods also wanted this Thunderbird bone!

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But today, he was so angry that he smashed all the bones of his beloved Thunderbird.

Looking at the bones rolling on the ground, the guards and elders in the big tent were silent one by one.

"The fourth, it's the fourth!" said Old Ryan angrily, "you can't even beat a bunch of grass-eaters, how many times will you lose face!"

"That's not your average 'grazing,' it's a horse clan......," whispered a young lion man standing in the doorway with a blue nose and a swollen face.

With a thud, a piece of roast meat smashed into his face, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

"Shame on you,!"

Old Ryan scolded his grandson, gasping for breath, and drank three glasses of wine with a look on his face, unable to calm his anger.

"It doesn't matter if you lose to the elephant tribe and the rhino tribe, you can't even beat the cattle and horses, it's really not as good as the generation!" he said angrily, "When I was young, I could beat ten scrap firewood from the horse clan!"

The crowd was silent, and did not dare to answer this.

Grand Chief Ryan has never been a man of generosity, and he often gets angry over trivial matters, killing and wounding his men. If it weren't for his strong strength, which was close to the legendary realm, and he was the strongest person in the lion clan, he would have been ousted from power a long time ago.

Just as Old Ryan sulked, the door to the tent was pushed open, and the Tiger Clan Patriarch Garades walked in.

"It seems that you leonins have suffered too?" said the top assassin, who never wore armor and dressed like a scholar, "otherwise, you wouldn't be so annoyed." ”

Ryan Sr. glared, but didn't get angry at the other party.

Galades is not only not inferior to him in status, but also no worse in strength. The two of them are recognized as the closest masters to the legendary realm among the orcs in the world today, and no one can overwhelm anyone.

If he had the chance, Ryan Sr. would definitely be happy to kill Garradus with a single sword, but at least for now, there was no need to fight for it.

"If you have something to do, just say it, I won't invite you to drink!"

Galades smiled slightly, and said, "You and I hate each other, of course I won't come if it's okay - I have a big business to talk to you about." ”

"How big is big business?" sneered old Ryan, "can it be bigger than the Great White Plague?"

Galades nodded: "It should be bigger than the Great White Disaster." ”

Old Ryan was stunned for a moment, and his expression became serious.

It's strange to say, when he blew his beard and glared at his eyes just now, although he looked very imposing, the people in the big tent were just scared, and they didn't look uncomfortable. But at this moment, he became serious, but the inside of the big tent was suddenly filled with a heavy and suffocating atmosphere, more than one elder's body trembled slightly, and the guards gritted their teeth to stand firmly, so as not to tremble.

Old Ryan noticed the reaction of his subordinates, frowned, waved his hand and said, "Go down, guard the surroundings, and don't allow anyone to approach!"

Everyone hurried out like an amnesty from the emperor, and soon only two old opponents were left in the big tent.

Only then did old Ryan look at Garlades and ask, "What business?"

"The whole Thracian business. Galades said.

Old Ryan's face changed, and he became more serious: "What do you mean?

"Let me ask you first, do you want to do this business?" Garladus did not answer, but asked leisurely.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'll only tell you the details if you're willing to do this business. If you don't want to, then forget it, I haven't been here. ”

Old Ryan was furious, and the breath inside the big tent became even heavier, and more than one table suddenly collapsed, and the things on it fell to the ground in a mess. But Galades didn't seem to care at all, and even had a smile on his lips. However, the cold air continued to overflow from his body, not only did the ground under his feet quickly condense a layer of frost, but the blazing bonfire in the big tent also shook suddenly, and the flames quickly shrank, as if they were about to be extinguished.

The two confronted each other for a moment, and Old Ryan frowned and said, "Are you entertaining Lao Tzu?

Galades sneered: "Don't pretend, do it or not, decide now." If you can't make up your mind, I'll just say no. ”

Old Ryan was still hesitating, and when he saw him turn around and was about to leave, he subconsciously asked, "How did you Tiger Clan decide?"

"Naturally, it's this business. ”

"Since that......'s the case," Old Ryan gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Then of course we can't be left behind!

Galades smiled, "I knew you would say that." For so many years, although our two races have been fighting openly and secretly, they have always advanced and retreated together in major matters, and this time is of course no exception. ”

Then, he no longer had an appetite and said bluntly: "We plan to take advantage of this great white plague to annex Thrace." ”

"What?!" exclaimed, Old Ryan's eyes widened, "this can't be!"

"What's impossible?" asked Galades, rhetorically, "Thrace, after the great battle of seven years ago, lost a great deal of young men, and now it is impossible to pull out a few decent troops. In the face of the coalition forces of our steppe tribes, they could not resist at all. Why is it so difficult for us to annex them?"

Old Ryan shook his head again and again: "Although the soldiers of Thrace have suffered heavy losses, the losses above the middle rank are not large. ”

"But their top force has also been lost. Galades said, "The Sword Master, the Mountain of Shields, the Heavenly Bow, and the Sage Who Moved Mountains, these four legends are dead, and the Sage of the Secret Spell has betrayed. Now in the whole of Thrace, only the legend of Aranvina remains. As long as we don't push the Thracians into a corner, he won't be able to leave the king alone and lose both of us. ”

"We're all about to annex Thrace, how can we not push them into a corner?"

Galades smiled slyly: "That's the crux of the matter. If we come forward to annex Thrace, then Alanvina will of course have to fight with us. But...... Don't forget, there was a 'galloping horse' in Thrace. ”

Old Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then understood what he meant.

"That guy...... Will you work with us?" he asked.

"Does he have a choice?" asked Garades, rhetorically, "with us, he can still be a puppet king." If he can get on good terms with Alan Vina, or become a legendary powerhouse himself, we will respect him as the Great Khan, and it is okay. But if you don't cooperate with us, when the little king grows up, he will surely die. "You're right!" said old Ryan, who had completely put aside his worries and smiled with satisfaction, "So what shall we do now?"

And so on. Galades finally smiled with satisfaction, "I'll talk about it when it's colder!"

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