"What the hell do you think? We are all your family, and you should tell us everything you think, at least don't hide it from us. No matter how you choose www.biquge.info in the end, we will bear all the consequences with you. Whether it is defeat or victory", the old nobleman silenced the whole room with a word, although he has abdicated, but his prestige is still there, at this critical moment, his words can play a very big role.

And he was right, we are a family, and no matter what choice Tails makes, in the end, he will not be the only one who will bear the consequences, but the whole family together.

All eyes were focused on Tails, who rubbed his face and finally spoke, "I think it is far more advantageous to wait and see now than to choose actively. There is one issue that we always inadvertently or deliberately ignore, and that is Wren. I, you, including the coalition forces outside of Myrein, simply think of Wren as the lord of Ortlenburg, an inconspicuous viscount. His words immediately attracted people's attention and attention, he looked around, pursed his lips, and continued: "You have forgotten that he is a golden nobleman, the inheritor of the Divine Bloodline, and the inheritor of one of the Covenant families. ”

Tails' younger brother couldn't help but sneer and laughed, "So what, my dear brother, whether it's the Golden Nobleman or the Divine Bloodline, he's a living Desi after all. The old legend is not a wall that blocks our progress, he can be killed as well, so why be afraid of him?"

The words of young people are exactly what most people here want to say. No matter how awesome that Wren's background is, he is still a person, right? As long as he is a human being, he can be killed, since he is about to rebel against the Orlando Empire, why should he be afraid of a golden nobleman? Someone has a ridicule of Tails in his eyes, and the title of a golden nobleman scares this patriarch, it seems that when choosing a patriarch in the future, he must choose a responsible and courageous one.

Tails smiled and shook his head, "You don't understand, I don't know how to describe it, but I know I'm doing the right thing right now, because I've seen him with my own eyes and talked to him once." He seemed to remember the brief contact between the two outside Xiliu City, and then shook his head and smiled, "The Golden Nobles have had this saying since the time of the Holy Empire, these people have always received the best education, and all the best resources are open to them, we can't underestimate any guy with such a title, because they can always make miracles." ”

Tails' brother tried to speak again, but he raised his hand to stop him, and he continued: "Who would have thought that Terman could lose that battle before he attacked Ortrenburg? But what was the result? Terman lost not only the shield guards, but everything about the Bol family, even their lives. ”

Tails' younger brother took a few steps back and spoke again, "That's because you helped Wren turn against him, otherwise Wren would definitely not be Terman's opponent." ”

Tails sneered, "This is also a means, at least he can convince me to persuade Bowen to attack a powerful old nobleman! Even if it was an accident this time, what about Wren's actions in Balatan? Who would have imagined that the people of the Self-Help Society would become his lackeys and help him slaughter those workers in turn? And Veneer, who would have thought that the brother who had been working together with Sean for more than ten years from the end of life and death could stab Sean in the back?"

"Wren's side is full of too ......much uncertainty," he hesitated, "I suspect that Wren must have something to do." ”

The room fell silent again, and Tails said only three things, but the people here felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on their chests, and they couldn't breathe. The first time the weak defeated the strong, the second time inexplicably won the war, and the third time it took the Venier without much effort. Every time Wren made a move, it was almost unexpected, which really made the old and young of the Bolton family feel a burst of shock.

So in this war, which has long been revealed, is Ren the same as before, and what kind of follow-up has been arranged?

The old nobleman closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally opened his eyes, and a fine light flashed in his cloudy eyes, "I agree with Tails's approach, let's see the results of the coalition forces on the side of Milin City first." His voice suddenly became sharper, "You must understand that this is a gamble, and if we lose, we will all become prisoners, or even die." So we have to bet carefully, even if we don't win any money, it's a win. ”

Final word!

Over the next two days, the high-profile Battle of Millin City became increasingly incomprehensible, and the rebel coalition forces climbed the wall again and again, and were inexplicably beaten back, although the casualties remained at a very low level, but this result was not to mention Joberg, and those who still maintained a neutral onlooker were also puzzled. When did those old soldiers in Milin City become so powerful? With so few people, they were able to hold the walls that they couldn't stand anymore?

Also, where was Wren, why didn't he show up outside of Myreen as soon as possible, was he on his way, or did he do something else?

There are more and more unknown factors, and the already clear situation has become turbulent again, and a trace of uneasiness has crept into the hearts of every nobleman involved in the rebellion.

Wren, where the hell are you?

Of course, they couldn't find Wren, and Thor's large-scale evil detection avoided all the sentinels and successfully diverted to Lilith City, and when Tails learned that Wren was outside his own city, the whole family was shaken. They secretly rejoiced that they had not hastily sent their men to participate in the battle of Milin City, otherwise the empty city would have been completely undefended.

Tails hurried to the city wall, looking at Wren, who could barely see how much beard he had on his chin, and for the first time he felt that his caution had saved him from a catastrophe.

"I don't like to look up and talk to people!", Wren glanced at Tails, and said something with a smile that made the soldiers on the city wall slightly angry, "Open the gate and let you out, or let me in." ”

As soon as they met, Wren gave Tails a problem.

Whether he goes out or Wren comes in, it means opening the gates. And Wren and his Holy Cult armed forces were only a few dozen meters away from the city gate at this time, and a charge might be able to rush in through the wide open city gate. Even if he cut the rope and let the gate fall, Tails wouldn't think it would stop Wren. He couldn't count all the dense troops outside, but there were about eight or nine thousand to ten thousand people.

These are the elite Holy Cult Forces, unlike their soldiers, these crazy people who believe in the God of Light have always believed that death is only the beginning of a new life, and after death, they will go to Heaven to enjoy boundless joy and well-being, and in battle, these Holy Cult Weapons are even willing to take the initiative to sacrifice in exchange for fearless faith to let themselves ascend to the Kingdom of Heaven.

Once the battle broke out, it meant a never-ending situation, and he didn't believe that Wren was here just to chat with him or try to attack Lilith City.

So he hesitated.

He didn't know that in fact, Wren was forcing him, forcing him to say those words, forcing him to rebel.

In hesitation, Tails stomped his foot and walked down the wall under Wren's surprised gaze. The city gate was slowly hoisted, and Tails walked out of the city gate with his henchmen and a group of four. The look of admiration in Wren's eyes flickered, and in such a situation, he dared not to come out with a large number of guards, and Tails performed better than he had seen before.

When there was only a distance of about fifty meters between the two, Tails asked the guards to stop, he approached Wren alone, and on his horse, he bowed, "Your Excellency Viscount Wren, I don't know if you have something important to do when you come to Lilith City?

Wren smiled and shook the reins, and the horse moved slowly, the distance between the two getting shorter and shorter, until the two horses snorted and familiarized themselves with each other with their heads.

"I bring hope and destruction, Lord Tails, you have a choice now. Wren spread out his hands, without the slightest timidity, even though the position he was standing in at this time was within the range of the opposing ranger.

A fine layer of sweat gradually appeared on the door of Tails's head, two thoughts in his head continued to swell, his throat rose a layer of sand, coughed, and his voice became much hoarse, "What makes you so confident? You should understand that once the city of Mirin is captured, the rebels will have the entire province of Bell, and they can gather more than 100,000 troops to attack Ortrenburg and you." ”

Wren shrugged his shoulders, "That will be for later, for now, I just want to know your options, Lord Tails." ”

Tails' face was getting more and more beads of sweat, so much so that he had to pull out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat, "Can I think about it?"

"No!", Wren rejected him decisively, still pressuring him, "You have to make a choice now." ”

Tails seemed to sense some eyes on him, and he looked back at the city gate, where his people had come out, and stood at the gate, looking at him.

The old nobleman was on crutches in both hands, his eyes closed, but Tails knew what they meant - they would support Tails' final decision no matter what.

Survival, destruction, all in this moment. (To be continued.) )