When he heard the mercenary's order, El was stunned for a moment. In the past days, he and Tiana have tacitly cooperated many times, although it cannot be said to reach the level of intimacy, but at least it is also a heart. Although this time it was conveyed through the mouth of the mercenary, the girl actually understood the implicit meaning.

There is really only one thing she wants to express - hurry up and come over and support the field!

Tiana's image in the eyes of outsiders is very perfect, mysterious, elegant, wise, powerful, and can be said to be the perfect goddess incarnation in the eyes of almost everyone. But in El's impression, the magician girl happens to be a different image. She is deep and unscrupulous, and is wanted by the northern counties under the name of the snake of light, and is more like a villain villain than that Count Sneiker. But it was this woman who carried the burden of thousands of refugees.

Such an eldest lady with countless black histories has now lost control of the situation, which immediately aroused El's curiosity. No one knew Tiana's true face better than him, not to mention that the other party was just an envoy of a local lord, and even in the face of the cursed sect that spread the plague of death, the girl had fought tenaciously for three whole months. The magician girl's own strength is strong enough, but in fact, there is no need for this group of remnants under his command to support any scene in the future.

So El was very curious about how arrogant those so-called envoys were. In his mind, the other party was either a bully and a bully who could ignore a silver-rank spellcaster, or he was so idiotic that he couldn't see Tiana's depth at all.

Logically speaking, it is clear that the latter is more probable.

Out of an abundance of caution, El ordered a group of strong, heavily armed elite knights and followed the mercenaries who reported the news to kill them violently.

The place where the warriors rested was not far from the tent where Tiana was presiding, and when he arrived outside the tent with his men and horses, he saw at a glance the extra-large open-top luxury carriage parked in front of the door, and the richly dressed aristocratic guards standing with the mercenaries. At the same time, he heard the unfamiliar sound of a ghost crying wolf in the tent.

"Miss Rantstadt!How can you hang out with these untouchables? Aren't these damn lions our common enemies? They all have the blood of the Timberwolves and the Kemals on their hands!"

What's going on? That's not quite right, isn't it?" El muttered to himself, and on the surface he walked towards the tent with a straight face. Before he could enter the tent, the two noble guards guarding the door suddenly stretched out their hands to block his way, and one of the tall and thin men pouted his nose and snorted coldly: "Lord Viscount Chico is handling official business, and idle people can't wait to enter!"

El looked down at the silver badge on his chest, which was one of the common symbols in the kingdom, and even the farmers who cultivated the land knew to symbolize the status of the general. And the two guards, who had colored chicken feathers on their heads, obviously saw this badge, but they raised their nostrils to the sky and deliberately turned a blind eye.

El sighed, knowing in his heart that as a big man, he relied on his momentum and fake tiger power, and he had heard of such a vicious slave. For this kind of person, even if he is beaten up when he is penniless, there is no psychological burden. He lifted his leg and kicked the two guards into the tent.

Seeing that the bones of the two guys didn't seem to be too hard, the strength under El's feet was retracted, and the two guards screamed in mid-air and slashed through the middle of the tent, crushing the stake on the other side, tearing half of the tent in half with a thud.

El stomped his foot and walked into the tent, where he was greeted by the strange sight of a spherical fat pig lying on the table and weeping. Tiana sat opposite the fat man, with a blank expression on her face, and seemed to be a little distracted. And Andelov, who was following her, didn't know why his face was as ugly as eating poop.

"Get out of here, untouchables!" exclaimed Viscount Chico, turning his head, angrily. When the guards stopped Er from coming in just now, he also heard the sound of talking, but he thought it was an idle person and ignored it, but he didn't expect the guy outside to dare to break in, he only felt a flower in front of him, and saw his two guards flying overhead.

As soon as he subconsciously roared, Viscount Chico instinctively sensed that something was wrong. No matter what the identity of the comer is, the one who can kick his two guards in is definitely not an ordinary character. Isttalon is rich in such barbarians, and there is no need for him to be as knowledgeable as this kind of barbarian......

The fat man's brain spins fast, but El's moves are faster. Although he didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, he sensed from the fat man's strange attitude that things might be a little complicated, and he needed to play a troublemaker at this time. He grabbed Viscount Chico by the collar, lifted his spherical body weighing more than 300 pounds with one hand, and with the other hand pulled out the axe and put it on the fat man's neck, and said in a deep voice: "Who the hell do you say are pariahs? What are you?"

Viscount Chico flapped twice in vain, looked at the sharp axe in front of him, and suddenly became honest. He turned his head to look at Tiana, and his fat lips trembled, "Miss Lanstadt...... Please ...... Please ......."

"General El, please let go of Mr. Special Envoy, this is a misunderstanding. Tiana held the teacup, as if frightened, and waited for several seconds before speaking.

El raised an eyebrow to look at the girl, and glared at the fat man fiercely before releasing his collar. As soon as he let go, the fat man covered in cold sweat collapsed to the ground like mud.

"Special envoy? Whose envoy? Mr. Andelov, I remember you said that we have no friends in our neighborhood. El looked at Androv suspiciously, the old nobleman had been Tiana's right-hand man until then, but now El felt a faint gap between him and the girl.

"Ahem...... This Viscount Chico was an envoy of Count Kemal. Andelof didn't expect El to ask him directly, so he quickly cleared his throat and introduced.

"Viscount Kemal, how did he get the news so quickly?" El was even more puzzled, it had only been two days since the fall of Isttalon, and the exiles had not yet left their territory, so how could the envoy of the southern lord arrive?

"According to Monsieur Viscount Chico, the Locke family has pledged allegiance to Count Kemal, and the town of Lille has become the territory of Count Kemal at the same time. In a few words, Androv explained what had happened.

"Isn't the town of Lille ours?" El asked, grimacing, for the two days of the meeting Andelof and Tiana had been discussing the direction of travel, with the town of Lille being the next destination for the exiles. Although he knew nothing about the geography of the South, he at least knew that the town of Lille was a possession of Isttalen.

"Now the town of Lille is the domain of Lord Count Kemal!" Viscount Chico took a lot of effort to get up from the ground, he patted the dust off his clothes, looked at El and sneered, regaining his arrogant expression. At this time, he also saw the silver badge representing his identity on Eyre's chest, and his face couldn't help but be a little worse.

Before that, he didn't know that there was a general in this group of refugees, and having a general meant that there was still an army, which was not good news for the Earl.

"I have come here to inform you that this is not the case! Lord Kemal does not want to see any of the untouchables of Istalon appear in his territory!" Viscount Chico said slowly, returning to his seat.

"I'm sorry that I'm not a person with a high level of education, what you said is a bit of a mouthful, and I didn't understand it too much. El gouged out his ears in front of Viscount Chico without any image, and a mocking smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Special Envoy, can I understand what you said just now...... Do you mean to go to war?"

"I have already made clear what the Earl means, and how to interpret it is your own business. While I personally sympathize with the fall of Eastalen, it is an indisputable fact that the Locke family had sworn allegiance to Lord Count before this. Viscount Chico's tone was still full of arrogance, but this time his attitude was much more restrained.

It was important to perform his duties, but as a decent gentleman, he could not afford to compete with a vulgar northern barbarian, not to mention that the actual leader of this refugee force was someone else.

The fat man gathered his emotions and smiled kindly at Tiana again, saying, "Of course, Miss Lanstadt is not among them. On behalf of Master De Laere, I would like to invite you to the town of Lille. The countryside is a humble place, but I'm sure the Locke family will be able to do their part and prepare a welcome banquet for you. ”

"Hey, hey, don't bully me for my low level of education!Can anyone explain to me what's going on?" El blinked, and finally understood why Androv and Tiana's faces were so weird.

This dead fat man is blatantly sowing discord and looks like he should be?

At this time, El had almost understood the reason why Tiana had called him, because for well-known reasons, Count Kemal showed obvious malice towards the exiles of Istalen, but for some unknown reasons, Tiana, as the leader of the exiles, turned out to be the honored guest of Count Kemal!

Out of politeness and a sense of duty to the exiles, Tiana could not categorically refuse Count Kemal's friendship at this time, but if she did not resolutely draw a line with Count Kemal, she would lose the trust of her supporters, which was a dilemma.

El quietly glanced at the girl and nodded slightly. He walked between Viscount Chico and Tiana, stepped on the table, tilted his head in front of the fat man, and whispered: "Now I'm up to the last word here!" (go read om) (Jiangsu.com)