Tuze stood alone in the council hall of Spartacus, his face heavy and unsure of what he was thinking, while Tariq and Haag, who stood like two towers on his left and on his right, were Tariq and Haag.

More than two months ago, he had been slowly sailing along the coastline of Tartaglia with the remnants of more than a thousand soldiers, hoping to find a foothold.

But now Tatarlia has become a barbarian Tatarya, and by chance they are attacked by a swamp army when they come ashore to resupply.

It was only then that Tuze knew that they had been declared a rebel by the regent West.

Tartaglia can't go back, and Nyrel doesn't even have to think about it, with the little force he has in his hands now, not to mention the rescue of His Majesty Tales from the side of King Qin, even the walls of the royal city are impossible for them to see.

In desperation, Tuze could only lead his men through the Strait of West Libya, hoping to bypass Krurod to reach Ere, because he had heard that the elves there were peace-loving, and he should not refuse to provide them with shelter.

But they soon encounter the taunts of the storm, and after being sucked into a huge maelstrom and escaping death, Tuze finds that his army is half reduced and that they are in a completely unfamiliar sea.

Then there was the temptation of the Siren, the attack of the fishmen, and if these excellent warriors led by Tuze were not experienced in a hundred battles, I am afraid that they would have been buried at the bottom of the sea.

But bad luck didn't spare them, and a final storm ruthlessly destroyed their remaining ships, and when Tuze and some guards woke up with a broken sampan on the shores of the ship's grave west of Misty Island, he was left with less than thirty scarred warriors.

But immediately after that, they were attacked by the undead who were floating on the ghost ship, and the gods of heaven seemed to have laid the most vicious curse on them, designating hell as their only destination.

If it hadn't happened to come across Haag, who was patrolling the coast, they would have been one of those spirits.

But this is not good news, although it is not wrong to be rescued temporarily, but it is two barbarians who rescued him.

What Tuze was thinking now was that if Tanan's power had really grown overseas, then he would eventually die with the dignity of a general.

But how unwilling he was in his heart, that shameless traitor of West was holding the throne of Tartaglia, and did not hesitate to betray the dignity and interests of the swamp people to Tanan, his people were suffering, and Queen Tales was imprisoned in the dungeon to be humiliated and tortured, and he was going to die a humiliated death on this strange island.

Thinking of this, Tuze couldn't help but clench his fists in grief and indignation, his nails sinking deep into the flesh of his palm, and a trace of blood fell down the edge of his palm.

Haag glanced at him, speechless.

A rush of footsteps rang out in the aisle at the back of the council hall, and it caught Tuze's attention, who he was ready to face his fate, no matter who he was going to see next.

But when he saw the man coming out from behind the screen, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Lord Lear!?"

"You have suffered, General. ”

When Lear saw Tuze's dejected appearance, although he had made sufficient mental preparations, it was still a little difficult to accept the sadness of the hero's twilight for a while.

At this time, Tuze had long since lost the vigor and fortitude he had when they met in Mudstone City two years ago, the war had given birth to the gray hair of his temples, the shame of defeat and the unwillingness to be forced to retreat were also deeply precipitated in his eyes, and the months of battle drifting and the storm and the scorching sun had left countless vicissitudes on his face.

Shock, shame, unwillingness, loneliness, and so on were intertwined on his face, and if it weren't for those still resolute eyes, Lear would have almost failed to recognize him at a glance.

"Hey..."

Hearing Lear's words, Tu Ze's dignified eight-foot man almost didn't hold back for a moment and was about to shed tears.

Who can he tell about the suffering, grievances, resentment and unwillingness of the past two years?

As the supreme commander of Mudstone City, he had to resist the attack of Tanan's four times his own forces after being drained of half of his troops by West, so he could only take the lead except for the lead.

And after the city was broken, in order to maintain the morale of the soldiers, he had to carefully hide all his emotions, and maintain a resolute and resolute image at all times, only in this way that the soldiers would not despair.

If he loses hope first, then the fighters who use him as a benchmark and pinning on him will not be able to hold on for a long time.

And it wasn't until this moment that he felt truly relaxed.

Yes, relax.

He was so tired that he let out this sigh and fainted, but it startled Lear.

After quickly going up and checking Tuze's pulse, Lear realized that Tuze was due to excessive nervous tension for a long time, and once he relaxed, the body's protective mechanism naturally reacted, instantly putting him into a coma to recuperate.

Lear healed Tuze three times in a row before letting Hag help Tuze down to rest first, and told him to notify Tuze as soon as he woke up, and then ordered Tariq to properly settle the swamp warriors outside the city.

When everything was arranged, Lear let out a sigh as he looked out of the empty hall.

"My lord, who is this?"

Ivo had never seen Lear care so much about anyone, and even for his cronies who had followed him very early, he was mostly laughing and scolding, so he couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity in his heart.

"Strictly speaking, General Tuze was the one I invited before you and Haag, but I was too weak at the time, and he had responsibilities that we couldn't let go, and we made a pact that if one day I grew strong enough and Tartaglia no longer had a place for him, I would give him refuge. ”

Thinking of the conversation two years ago, Lear was also a little embarrassed, a ninth-level magic apprentice dared to invite a general to join his adventure team, and Tu Ze, as the supreme commander of Mudstone City, did not hack him to death with a knife, but made a friend agreement with him.

And now that the times have changed, he has become a prophecy, although there are factors in which he knows the development of history, but the fate is changeable and bumpy, how can he say it clearly in three words.

"I see. ”

Ivo had a look of sudden realization.

Upon returning to his residence, Lear immediately unfolded the blueprint of the firearm that Jeremy had given him, originally thinking that he would not want to put too much effort into it for the time being.

To put it bluntly, these things, including artillery, are only to temporarily increase the combat power of the low-level soldiers, so that they have the ability to resist the high-level legions in a short period of time, but even Lear himself is doubtful about how much of a role these things can play in the face of angels and dragons.

After all, this is still a world dominated by magic, and the greater powers must also obey Asha's will.

And if he relies too much on these things outside his body and ignores the improvement of his own strength, it is easy to create an embarrassing situation of abandoning the basics.

But now that Tuze has been defeated, it means that Tanan has once again amassed the strength to contend with the Wizard King.

Don't think this is good news, because Lear knows that according to history, this time Tanan will not be able to crush Gwen-Magnus again, his army will be held back by Erathia, and he himself will die at the hands of King Ryan Geffenhardt of Erathia.

Then, after this corpse-strewn war, the necromancers will rise at a terrifying rate, which means that the time that Sandru has been waiting for has come.

Although according to the original development of history, Sandru will still be defeated by the four heroes united in the end, but now that Haag is taken by his side, Jenny is still a small medical officer, and York and Gru are nowhere to be found, and the trajectory of history has obviously changed.

Lear didn't know if Sandru had gathered the Cursed Armor and the Cloak of Death, but judging from the last dream, history was going for worse.

If he continues to farm in peace and leisurely on the sea, then when he has gathered enough strength to return to Antaglisi, he will only be greeted by the rolling cemeteries.

Lear wasn't yet so arrogant that he could farm faster than the Death's Cloak could harvest life, and he had to get back to Antaglisi before Sandru pulled up an army of necrocs.

The sun sets.

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