In the unimaginably huge tent, the envoys of the Akama clan who walked in did not see any splendid luxury, let alone a mountain of jewels, gold and satin, and a scene of lights like day.

The flaming butter torches, a few charcoal-filled braziers were the only warmth and light in the tent, and the soft carpet under his feet was said to be made of the skin of the troll's back.

On the wooden shelves on either side of it hung all kinds of "trophies" - black bears, howling eagles, blood wolves, wild ghouls, trolls...... The heads of all kinds of monsters, still maintaining the last hideous appearance of their lives, were as quiet as sculptures after being cleaned up, but they were so vivid, in the light of fire and shadows, as if they would open their bloody mouths and pounce out at any time.

And underneath the heads of the beasts are rows of "human" heads—hideous, unwilling, fearful, angry, wailing...... The expressions before their deaths were vivid, although they would never have any expressions anymore.

The barbarians of the eastern region are different from the nobles of the "civilized world", and in their eyes only the deeds of their own hands are far more worthy of showing off than gold and silver - so these heads, all cut off by the hands of the owner of this tent, are a symbol of his glory and the most "noble" "trophies"!

Standing at the very edge of the tabernacle, the trembling messenger did not dare to breathe even a breath of air, and his eyes widened as if he had sifted through chaff, as if the slightest loosening of his tense nerves would make his whole body a puddle of mud.

On the carpet in front of him, a blood wolf was entrenched on it, as if resting. The scarlet beast pupils seemed to still exude some kind of strange power, making the messenger feel that he was tightly bound by chains all over his body. I can't move at all.

What a monster this is...... No. It's the devil. Only a devil who has escaped from hell can have such terrible powers!

The blood wolf slowly opened its fangs, and there was a hint of a smile in its fishy mouth, a hint of playful laughter, and little by little it approached the messenger who did not dare to come forward, this kind of "game" full of teasing, looking at the human beings who were about to be scared silly wanted to scream, but did not dare to shout, it made it feel unusually funny......

"Alright. Douglas, you scared my guests so much!" a very lazy, but very young and powerful voice came from behind the tent, and then the messenger saw a miraculous scene happen—the blood wolf, who had just opened his fangs as if he was about to tear his neck, suddenly showed a depressed expression that only "people" can have, twisted his head and looked "reluctant", and staggered out of the tent beside him.

The sound of soft footsteps came from his ears, and the thick hair ran across his cheeks and sides, and the frightened messenger just froze and couldn't move, and his back was wet and cold!

That's what a monster is. The devil, the absolute devil!

Wait until the whole tent is quiet again. The messenger, gasping for breath, slowly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the voice had come—on the soft couch draped in animal skins, a rather lazy-looking young man was looking at him with a playful smile.

His messy black hair looked like a hedgehog and he had a braid tied around the back of his head. The brown-black trousers were naked on the upper body, a little thin but extremely lean, and a long Dominic scimitar hung from his waist. There was a bit of childlike playfulness in the smile - apparently just a child.

But this "child" is the leader of the Blue Wolf Clan, the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf and the King of the Clan who commands all the tribes in the eastern part of the Han Land, and may become the King of the Han Land in the future!

"I'm sorry, dear friend, but Douglas is so fond of joking with people that it frightens you. Although he was apologizing, the young man didn't see any apology on his face, and he was still lying lazily on the soft couch, looking at him with a playful smile: "Can you forgive him?"

"When, of course!" the messenger hurriedly lowered his head and said in a loud voice--otherwise, what could he do, could he still protest? In front of the great chief of the blue wolf, ask him to punish his "pet"?!

"Oh, you're pretty open-minded, thank you very much. The Great Chief of the Blue Wolf sat up slowly, stretched his long waist, and took a glass of wine from the table in front of him, and drank it down: "Tell me, what did Gracchus send you to do—he certainly didn't come to report the good news anyway, or he would have come himself, right?"

"Your wisdom is enough to put the most learned priest to shame, Grand Chief!" the messenger bowed his head very deeply, "Lord Gracchus has ordered me to come here to ask for your help. ”

"Asking for help?" The corners of the young man's mouth curled, "Tell me about it." ”

"The news of our siege of the Twin Towers has spread throughout Hantu City—they are coming with reinforcements every day!" said the messenger, his face full of anxiety: "One hundred, two hundred...... And more!"

"The whole land is full of rumors about the Duke of Turin - that he is leading an army that has never been seen before, and is heading for the Twin Towers, and this army is more numerous than all the armies of the people of Turin in history, there are fifty or sixty thousand people, and there are more than a thousand Turin knights!"

"My master Gracchus is loyal to you, he will never retreat when the army of the Turines arrives, and he has even sworn in public that he will fight with the Turineites to the last man, and as long as the totem of the Red Horse Clan is still fluttering, he will not retreat!" "Although we have suffered heavy sacrifices, we are still attacking the Twin Towers day and night, and we have already killed a lot of Turin Miscellaneous!"

"But there is no way to stop the Duke of Turin by relying only on Lord Gracchus, and my lord orders me to send you my heartfelt greetings, and to ask the Grand Chief to act as soon as possible. The messenger lowered his head very deeply: "Only you are the one who can kill the Duke of Turin, and only under your leadership can we defeat the people of Turin!"

"That's what Gragu asked you to come for, asking for help?" The young man's face showed a somewhat amused expression: "I thought he would have a better excuse to perfunctory me, it's a bit disappointing!"

"I assure you that there is absolutely no ...... in the host of Gracchus"

"I don't need your assurances - the fact that he didn't show up is enough for that. There was a hint of coldness on the young man's face: "Let me tell you the fact that the people of Turin will never gather their army in the city of the Twin Towers. ”

"Y-How could you ......?"

"How do I know, the reason is very simple-because I won't be going to the Twin Towers, my goal is the southeast corner!" Speaking of this, the overly young Blue Wolf Grand Chief finally had a heroic expression on his face: "That's where I opened the gate of Hantu City. ”

"Then, the reason why you let us attack the Twin Towers is actually to ......" The messenger's expression was completely stupid: "Is it to attract the attention of the people of Turin?!"

The moment he said this, he regretted it -- once this kind of conspiracy is known to people like himself, can there be a second end? The whole person was directly paralyzed: "I, I don't know anything, I don't know anything!"

"Don't be so afraid, as I said, the people of Turin are not stupid enough to send all the legions to the Twin Towers. The young man smiled nonchalantly: "The whereabouts of the Blue Wolf Clan are not a secret in the entire Han Land, they will get the news right away, and mobilize the main force to the southeast corner!"

"But why would you do that?"

"Why? It's very simple—for I've seen the enemy's tricks, the tricks they've played again and again for three hundred years—yes, the Twin Towers is a small fortress, like a gate, and if we break it, the whole of the land will be in our pocket, and it's this temptation that has caused the people of the Twin Towers to fail again and again for three hundred years!" )