"Gracchus is dead?"

It was still the luxurious and weird big tent, and the black-haired young man who was regarded as the "Great Chief of the Blue Wolf" and the "King of the Hanland" by the 300,000 warriors of the Hantu tilted his head in a somewhat surprised voice: "Are you sure you really saw the bones? The price of deceiving me is not small." ”

"Never, I will never dare to lie to you, great blue wolf chief - all with my own eyes!" The tribal envoy who was trembling did not dare to raise his head at all, although the person sitting in front of him was only a half-grown teenager, he could always feel that the blood wolf behind him was staring at him all the time, swallowing greedily: "I entered the Twin Towers City with the leader of our tribe, and I saw Lord Gracchu's head hanging on the city wall!"

"That's really ...... It's a bit unexpected, I thought that such a cunning guy would be able to escape even if he was unlucky. The black-haired boy shook his head in disbelief, and even forgot to put down the wine glass in his hand and blinked: "How did he die?"

"This ...... It's not particularly clear, but the cavalry of the Turines attacked the settlement that night, but at that time, Lord Gracchus had already brought in to attack the Twin Towers, and was not in the settlement at all. The tribal messenger trembled, and replied hesitantly: "I heard that he was beheaded in a duel with a Turine—only, I heard that I didn't see it at all, and if you say it wrong, you must spare me!"

"Don't be afraid, my friend—Gracchus is dead anyway, so what if you're wrong?" Asriel, the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf, picked up the flask in front of him and poured a full cup of mead into the messenger's cup, "Drinking a little will make you feel better, and it will be my apology." ”

"Thank you, thank you for your hospitality!" the tribal envoy didn't bother to drink at all, but if he didn't, he might be even more unlucky, so he picked up his cup and drank the sweet wine. Qiang Yan smiled and looked at the black-haired boy in front of him: "It's really delicious!"

"If you like it, if you like. Asriel smiled and nodded, then made a curious expression: "You just said that your tribe took refuge in that Turin noble lord and served him as a guide, right?"

"It's just that I'm forced to do nothing!" the tribal messenger hastened to explain, "our chief, and our whole tribe - that cruel Turinese has taken all the food and livestock, and if we don't do anything for him, we will starve to death." It was never an intentional betrayal!"

"I know that - otherwise you wouldn't be here. Asrael smiled and nodded, "What's his name, that noble lord of Turin?"

"Edward, named Edward Wetwood, seems to be a commander under the Duke of Humland City. The tribal envoy quickly recalled: "I remember that he said that he was the chief flag officer. ”

"Edward Wetwood......" Asreel muttered to himself in some silence, his dark eyes rolling slightly with his chin propped up, and his expression becoming more and more serious. The tribal envoy clenched the cup tightly in both hands, not daring to breathe.

The young Blue Wolf Grand Chieftain's eyes were a little misty - Gracchus' sudden death and the crushing defeat of the Red Horse Clan had disrupted his initial plan, and he could have fought with Gragu on both sides of the south and the north. With the 50,000 troops of the Red Horse Clan in Turin, the people of Turin did not dare to relax their defenses on the first line of the Twin Towers Fortress. Even if they had to prepare to retreat anytime and anywhere, they would not dare to go too far into the southeast corner, in case the Twin Towers Fortress was captured, and the entire Hantu City would have no troops to defend.

But now...... Gragu was defeated, the entire Red Horse Clan was slaughtered, and the entire Hantu City no longer had any worries, and could put the battlefield closer to him. The young Blue Wolf Grand Chief could only sigh, perhaps because Gragu was too cunning. So much so that you trust him too much, right?

What really caught him off guard was that this guy named Edward Wetwood dared to take his already heavy casualties. A legion of a few thousand men marched from the Twin Towers and approached itself from the south to the north.

If he really succeeds, the entire Blue Wolf Clan will face the dilemma of being attacked from both sides in the southeast corner, and it is likely that they will not be able to advance or retreat, and then be trapped and die in the iron cliff mountain in the southeast corner!

But that's just a possibility...... The slight arc curled at the corners of the black-haired boy's mouth, with a slight smugness. Since he was ready to do such a crazy thing. Then it is natural to bear the corresponding risks and costs.

"Your tribe is serving as a guide for this fellow named Edward Witwood, right?" Asriel asked softly, putting down his wine glass, "My friend, can you do something for me?"

"Please give orders!" the tribal envoy lowered his head in fear, and his face showed a little joy: "We are all your most loyal servants. There was no problem with anything. ”

"Quite simply, we can't let this Turineite get away with it - the reason he left the Twin Towers was to cut us off and launch a surprise attack from behind. Of course, he definitely didn't know how united the Hantu people were, and they would never betray their people. The black-haired boy's voice was extremely calm: "We have to leave him here, let him die in this ancient land without a place to be buried." ”

"You—you mean...... You want us to lead them into an ambush?"

"That's right, you don't have to fight this evil Turin, just take them to the place, and leave the rest to the warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan. Seeing that the other party's face was still a little hesitant, Asriel still smiled: "This can be regarded as a test of your loyalty, to see if you are really loyal enough to Hantu." ”

"After all, I'm sure you wouldn't do such a thing as betrayal, but ...... We always have to avoid some gossip, don't we? ”

"Of course, of course you're right!" the tribal envoy nodded repeatedly, his face covered with cold sweat and an embarrassed smile: "We will definitely live up to your high expectations!"

"I hope so. Asrael smiled and nodded, holding his glass and waving in the direction of the door, "Please go and rest, you must be tired after such a long journey." ”

"Then set out to-morrow, lest anything go wrong—we don't want anything unexpected, you say, or there will be many who doubt that your tribe is really as loyal as you say." ”

The tribal envoy, who had finally been given the opportunity, did not dare to stay any longer, and jumped up from his position like a rabbit, bowing and retreating backwards from the tent.

"What a cowardly fellow. The black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders lazily and helplessly, tilting his head behind the soft couch: "Kaho, I have something to hand over to you!"

"Please do not hesitate to command. Out of the shadow of the tent came a burly man, covered with the skin of a blood wolf, kneeling at the young man's feet as if he were really a blood wolf: "Kaho will always be your most humble servant. ”

"Bring your men, and two hundred Blood Wolf Warriors, to surprise this Lord Edward Wittwood. The black-haired boy casually threw the cup on the table and smiled playfully: "Even if it's a hello - since the guests have already come to the door, how can we, as the hosts, not be entertained?"

"Try not to leave a living mouth, kill everything you see, and then make a cross - I heard that the people of Turin love the cross, their god is like that, my mother told me. Asriel's expression was very happy: "Then give them a big one, see how generous and hospitable the Hantu people are, and also show our 'Hantu demeanor'!"

"Follow your wishes. The burly man grinned, but his fangs looked cruel: "I'll leave them alive - and let him carry the cross back!" (To be continued.) )