Jokes can relax tense nerves, especially in places like the Contemplative Forest, where overly serious attention to one thing can be dangerous. But that doesn't mean they can't talk about the goals of this mission, in fact, since the Forest of Meditation is their last resting point for this assassination mission, they have to sort out all the plans for the rest here. Fortunately, the time in the whale's mouth allowed the team to get a good rest, and their condition was much better than expected.

"I, no, our target this time is a very tricky person. She is the chief priestess of the Lietao clan and the darling of the Tides. Before I do that, I must explain to you the social structure of the Lietao Clan. Fioni and his companions sat on the white seabed, where the experience of living made it easy for him to find rocks that he could rely on without worrying that the sand under his feet would turn into a deadly trap. When it came to the social structure of the Lietao Clan, several people's attention was attracted, on the one hand, because it was indeed closely related to this mission, and on the other hand, because all along, no one could really tell the way of life of the Lietao Siren. Even their nemesis, the Sharktooth Siren.

"I don't quite understand, if you've been hostile for so long, why don't you even know if the chief priest is the holder of the supreme power of the Burning Tao Clan?" Peg looked at Jaquia with a puzzled look, because Fioni had told the witches when he started this discussion that the supreme ruler of the Burning Tao Clan was probably not the target of their assassination. This is confusing, and if they had taken such painstaking steps to carry out this mission only to assassinate the other side of the other side and kill a person who can be replaced at any time, it would mean a completely different thing to the war. But that's a lot of the time, it's only when people start to get to know each other that they're really positive about each other.

"There's nothing surprising about that. The person who spoke was Lothar, as the Count of Montenegro of the Blue Lion, one of the most powerful military lords in the kingdom, and he had a considerable understanding of the collection of intelligence, "There are many forms of hostility, blind hatred is hostile, methodical collection of military intelligence of the other side is hostile, and sending spies and spies to infiltrate the other party's society is also hostile." But many times, even if a commander tries to gather information about his opponent, he will fail for a variety of reasons. For example, before the elves came to the aid of the Molten Iron City, we didn't know that they would tame the eagles to be their eyes and ears, because when the blue lions fought them in the past, the complex terrain of the woodland alone discouraged us from anything else, and we couldn't send spies to them. In particular, the Sharktooth Siren's own living habits determine that even if they have friction with the Burning Waves tribe, their scale will be limited to a small number of people. Because this can reflect the strong individual combat effectiveness of the submarine hunter to achieve the best results. It is truly unreasonable for a hunter who is skilled in terrain and ambush and trap skills to go head-on with a large number of enemies. But the more this is the case, the harder it is for the shark teeth to truly understand their enemies. As far as I know, both tribes live in self-sufficiency, with no commercial exchanges and no real large-scale battles, and it is likely that Sharktooth's impression of Lietao was merely a purely hostile attitude, and even for a long time due to the presence of humans in Heartless Bay, which could not be called hatred. ”

Peg and Hela and even Jaquia herself were so overwhelmed by the Count's rhetoric that they could not speak for a short time. As soon as Lothar opened his mouth, he raised the close arrangement and fighting of the two armies in the minds of several people to a height that ordinary people could not imagine, and the war was no longer a simple barbaric bloody conflict in his mouth, but a contest from many sides and angles. This is the difference between a nobleman with complete training in military strategy and a warrior with experience, whose vision and understanding of the profundity of war are not at all comparable. Even Fioni, the polymath of the Sirens, looked at his human friend with a look of discovering a new species. "The Great Witch shouldn't have asked you to come on this mission, and if you can command this battle, the humans are likely to defeat the Kraken head-on. ”

"She never wanted to defeat the Kraken. Perhaps it was the effect of contemplation of the woodland, Lothar quickly picked up the shapeshifter's exclamation, "It's easy for the Great Witch to win a battle, but it's not enough to change the situation in this sea. The humans won, and the Kraken retreated, but when time allowed for the two to begin to recuperate, the problems they faced remained the same. It was just a solution to the trouble of one time and one place, and it was not what she wanted. What she wants, what she is doing, is to completely defeat the scorching waves. The Great Witch wants them to never act in the name of the Burning Waves again, and she wants to strip these Krakens of their names, of their means of livelihood, of their civilization. As for taking their lives, that's just a means of reducing the resistance. ”

The cold began to spread down the spine towards the necks of the team members. Lothar's words made them realize the weight of what they were doing. Even the huntress had a complicated expression on her face, it was true that Lietao had carried out indiscriminate slaughter on her tribe, and what had become of the avenger after pouring the slaughter on her enemies, even more terrible? But once the wheel of hatred starts rolling, it doesn't stop easily.

However, at the same time as Lothar said this, he also noticed something, something that puzzled him. It was Fioni, the Kraken who had grown up in the Burning Tao Clan, and did not hesitate or struggle when he heard that his former clan might suffer such misfortune. He knew what the Great Witch was going to do, and he supported her in doing so. This Siren, named Fioni, approves of the destruction of his own civilization. What kind of experience would he have to be so determined? Lothar didn't know, but he knew that it wouldn't be pure hatred that would drive the shapeshifters.

"I pulled the conversation away. Fioni, let's pick up where you left off. Now that I've said that, I'd also like to hear what kind of existence the Burning Waves Kraken is. ”

The shapeshifter nodded, and he thought for a moment, as if considering what words to use to describe his former people, "The Burning Waves Clan, or the Burning Waves Siren." They are a bunch of butchers, executioners who are so ugly that they twist, monsters who are stained with blood and don't know it. They are the suffering of this sea, a race that fits the term sea monster more than all the abyssal beasts we have ever seen. If the goal of our trip is achieved, then these creatures will be cleared from this sea, no, from this world. Then when we are in the place of rest, I believe we will have a smile on our faces. ”