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"The Ring Sword Council has opened the seal, to the Eagle War King, the Right Wing Lord, and the Grand Duke of Split Feather. ”

“...... I am not qualified to defend the cause of the defeat, and I have buried tens of thousands of young people in Kumara, who should have won the glory of military exploits under the banner of the Eagle. However, I still have to say that the Ring Sword Council will carefully read the following words for the sake of the past achievements of the contemptible people. ”

Birchfield dipped his quill in ink, and with the movement of his hand, he pulled at the wound on his right rib, and the pain made his face even paler.

Rumble!

The light outside the window of the stone chamber flickered, then there was a bang and screams, and the sound of something being blown apart.

The Left Governor thought to himself that it was time to stop.

Sure enough, the flashes and noises didn't come back, and the elves stopped firing magic arrows, and they attacked.

If he could see the location and number of opposing troops, he would be able to estimate the range and number of attacks that the Garlanor army could use, as well as its possible weaknesses...... Birchfield shook his head, throwing this ethiologically pathogenic military consideration out of his head, focusing and writing.

"Our country is located in the heart of the Salaf, surrounded on all sides by enemies, and the vast plains give the people of the Eagle a great deal of fertile land, while also depriving them of a geographical defensive advantage. With this in mind, the ancestors established a state of military supremacy. Many years have passed, other nations have prospered because of peace, but we have declined because of peace, and soldiers who aspire to military merit have grown impatient with a pool of stagnant water, and sociologists hired from Esimberta have repeatedly warned about the class stability of the country. The cost and casualties of the war have become shackles to the exhibition, but now there is a new turnaround. ”

Birchfield wrote here with a sickly flush on his face, and he wrote a succinct description of Garlanord's peculiarities, driven by passion.

“...... The elves' ability to conceal themselves has reached an unbelievable level, and in the battle of the Thorin Valley, the enemy jumps out of the crevices and grass, and the scouts are unaware. This is probably the only one of the Salaphores that can run long distances at the moment. And keep the army secret. Militarily speaking, the enemy's infiltration ability and the destruction of logistics routes will be far estimated, and the elves have not yet realized what they can do with the infiltration warfare, but they will definitely detect it in the future. ”

“...... The flow of information multiplied the ability to manipulate the battlefield, allowing the elves to issue orders from a wider vantage point and take effect instantly. It is also difficult to prevent them by using the method of bird detection, and the eagle flying at an altitude of 2,000 meters is not something we can shoot down, and the totem of Kumara has become the enemy's eyeline. It's sad. ”

“...... I still don't know what to call them powerful arrows, but this attack power and range make the Dense Charge a thing of the past. In order to reduce coverage, soldiers must be dispersed, and the expandable battlefield is difficult to control, and the problem comes back to the flow of information. ”

"What can be inferred so far, the enemy's mysterious magic comes from the elves called 'druids', and their queen is officially the most powerful one, and what does this have to do with the towering trees deep in the forest. It's up to you to take over. Once Kumara has mastered this power, the tactics, strategy, and core ideas will be completely rewritten, and Kumara will become the strongest country in the Sarapho! For the sake of noble goals, please do not be bound by hatred. Properly show favor to Garanord, predictably ......"

His attendants led a few henchmen to push open the door, looking anxious. Birchfield made up two sentences as quickly as possible, and then folded the letter and handed it to the attendant. He said solemnly: "Leave the Esin people alone, mobilize all the soldiers who can be mobilized, and make sure that this letter reaches the Ring Sword Council! This is the last military order of the Left Wing Military Governor!"

The attendant bit his lower lip: "Marshal." Don't you really go together, every Kumara soldier will fight to protect you!"

Birchfield didn't speak, just looked at him. With tears in his eyes, the attendant gave him the most powerful military salute, then turned around and left. The attendants were surrounded by the most loyal Kumara, and they fought their way out of the siege with blood and iron along the way. In the end, he was left alone and on horse, and fled in the dark wilderness, with a burning stone fortress behind him. The squire had tears and blood on his face, and all his fellow countrymen were sacrificed, desperately covering up.

After running some distance, he stopped his horse, and the look on his face, which was mixed with sadness and iron blood, suddenly disappeared, as if the veil had been torn off, revealing a frivolous and sneering expression. The attendant took out the letter slowly, read a paragraph, and then burst out with a creepy laugh: "Hehehe...... You should see, this letter is wonderfully written. ”

The monoliquity to the night was answered, and a transparent behemoth landed in the air, crushing the ground into a claw-shaped mark. Lesatos poked his head out of the invisibility and said in disgust, "You're everywhere. ”

The referee's eyes were insightful. Eradunipi didn't smile.

"The Dawn Agreement has a clear text, and the referee is responsible for putting the magic net gems, but he can't directly interfere with the agent fight, what are you?"

"No, no, no," the Kumara-looking psionic monster shook his index finger, "my bishop's teaching: the contract is sacred and cannot be violated. Anyway, I'm also in the evil camp of order. I've played this role perfectly, without any outrage, and now I'm just chatting with you, and I'm going to fulfill my last wish later—to deliver letters. ”

He then read the scribbled part at the end of the letter: "...... It is foreseeable that in the future when the manifestation of magical power will become more and more frequent, the pursuit of worldly power will become the mainstream, and a military competition affecting the whole big 6 will be launched, and the laggards will be ruthlessly eliminated! It's a shame that I should have kept that head, this kind of wise man is very energetic, and it is second on my recipe. He sighed.

"There will be more such people in the future, and there is no need to be a pity. ”

"Then I'll send the letter. Eradini laughed evilly, and his face suddenly turned back to sorrow, and he galloped with tears in his eyes, and shouted long live Kumara, and gradually faded away. Originally, Lesatos would have shown respect for the infectious back, but now he especially wants to vomit.

"Why do I have this kind of stuff all around me?" he shook his head in annoyance and looked at the stone castle, and the strangely colored smoke shot straight into the sky. The battle that had just subsided was lively again - another army that suddenly appeared attacked Tia.

Rewinding time, Birchfield closed the door, as if he had completed his mission, sat down and sighed, his whole body relaxed. He heard the shouts getting closer and closer, Kolchaha should be dead, it didn't matter, only then did he remember that he had two sons and a daughter, plus four wives, and a faint regret welled up in his heart. You should spend more time with them. I hope that my son will not join the army in the future, and my daughter will marry a craftsman, he has tasted the bitterness of this bowl of rice for a lifetime.

Boom!

The sound didn't come from outside the door, his bed slats shattered from the inside out, and then a tall, short, thin guy like a tree stump jumped out of it, with rough brown skin like a rock, and a burgundy motley beard—a dwarf.

The dwarf leaped out of the tunnel, screaming and wielding a long-handled warhammer. Birchfield was stunned and immediately picked up his saber and parried. At this moment, another head popped up in the dark tunnel. The black-brown beard was braided into a dozen small braids and neatly tied with copper rings. He saw the hammer and the sword collide, and shouted in the dwarven language.

The burgundy beard's face changed, and he tilted the hammer away. Don't dare to bump into the sword. Birchfield didn't know why, and stabbed a sword into the dwarf's chest, but his left hand was not strong enough, and the stab was too shallow. Just when he was about to make up for a sword. A hand axe spun and slashed into his left shoulder, his arm nearly severed, and the burgundy beard that had been beaten was cursing and covering his wound. A hammer smashed the elbow of the left-wing governor, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

Birchfield leaned feebly against the wall, bleeding from several wounds, and looked resentfully at the group of dwarves that had jumped out from under the bed.

The black-brown beard seemed to be collared, and stood in front of the marshal with stubby thighs, the two of which were equal height.

Blackbeard buzzed, lingua franca with a thick accent. "Don't be so surprised, Essien's stupid hat thinks that it is very face-saving for dwarves to build a house, it just so happens that I built this castle, and it is normal to know the secret passage. ”

"You are...... The spies sent to Essien by the Furnace Dwarves?" Birchfield thought, leading to the culprit of his failed last-ditch attempt.

Blackbeard snorted, his small eyes, half-obscured by his thick eyebrows, revealing disdain. "Self-righteousness, this is the most disgusting thing about you humans. Sue you, we have nothing to do with the madman of the wind furnace, I am a thunder hammer. ”

"Thunderhammer...... Your land does not border the Southeastern Alliance, and there are no conflicts of interest, why ......" The marshal felt cold and crawled half of his body, and his consciousness began to blur.

"I know a lot, I tell you, the great hammer of the black stone, Ogdon, who foresaw it, and sent us when Essien recruited the exiled dwarves. In order to be able to exert force at critical moments, such as this cooperation with elves. ”

"Your ...... The purpose is ...... I ......"

Blackbeard laughed, "Say you don't admit it if you think you are self-righteous, don't take yourself too seriously, you're a fraction of my age." Although our group of lurkers has a certain status, it is a little difficult to get close to the well-defended Marshal Kumara, but if it is a moment of defeat in the chaos, it is much easier, and this is the reason. As for the purpose......"

The stubby fingers picked up Birchfield's saber like a jewel on the hilt of a lover's sword. Birchfield's eyebrows were tangled, he was completely confused, but he didn't have the strength to think too much.

Blackbeard was tied layer by layer with linoleum cloth and handed over to his men. One by one, the dwarven team returned to the dark passage, Blackbeard took two steps and turned back, looking at the seriously injured human marshal, punching him in the abdomen, the broken ribs piercing into his lungs, and blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

Birchfield's consciousness was in a daze, he didn't know if Blackbeard was gone, and the halo in front of him was hazy, and the world was spinning. In a trance, he saw a black vine growing from the crack in the floor of the stone chamber, and a tall woman barely had a wisp of it, squeezing out of it, and she approached the deceased to let him see the pointed ears.

The magnetic voice is like a call to the underworld, and the thin lips open and close softly.

"Welcome to taste, the fragrance of death......" (To be continued!)