"Say whatever you want, don't ramble. ”

The grinning fanged blood wolf crouched at his master's feet like a sheepdog, and the cold-eyed Asriel sat on a soft couch with his elbows propped up on his body, looking relaxed—though it seemed to be just pretending to be relaxed.

"Chiefs of your tribes, you want to meet the Great Chief. The blue wolf warrior kneeling in front of him was still very cautious, the sweat on his body was almost soaking his clothes, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly: "After the last few battles, many warriors are already very tired, and it is inevitable that there will be some complaints. ”

"Oh...... Is it just a whin?" Asriel couldn't help but laugh, "I thought they were all about to start a rebellion and overthrow my useless Great Chieftain from his position!"

"Absolutely not!" The tribal warrior hurriedly shouted loudly: "In the name of the ancestral spirit, I swear to you, no one will have such courage, otherwise everyone will immediately cut off his head!"

"I hope so......" Asriel smiled a little reluctantly, rubbing his fingers lightly and gesturing to the warrior, "Let them come in later, I need to rest." ”

"Obey!" the blue wolf warrior who caressed his chest and saluted cautiously stood up and walked out respectfully. The dark eyes of the black-haired boy slowly became a little helpless until he walked out.

Exhaustion, whining, low morale...... It's all a lie, it's been twenty days - if it's been nearly a month since Edward took the Eagle Fall Mountain, the Blue Wolf Clan has always been blocked in the Iron Cliff Mountain, and there is no place to even attack.

The raiding party, which had been pinned on by Asriel, did not seem to have achieved much success. So far, at least, there has been no sign that the army of Hantu City has run out of ammunition and food. On the contrary, the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became. There were so many arrows, stones, cannons, and other weapons that they seemed to be inexhaustible, and in the evening they could be seen through the battlefield, and the Turin soldiers who fought in heavy armor did not look at any cold or starvation.

There are only two explanations for this result - either the blue wolf warriors who raided the enemy's rear were completely wiped out, or the enemy's various supplies were far more than he imagined, and a month was not enough time for them to run out of ammunition and food, and Asriel preferred to believe the latter.

After all, his opponent is able to come from the southeast corner and Hantu City. Even the entire kingdom of Turin collects supplies and has inexhaustible reserves, compared to the army of the Han Tu, except for the Blue Wolf Clan, which is slightly better, most of the tribes can only rely on the accumulation over the years, and there are still many tribes struggling to survive, using stone spears and stone hammers as weapons.

This cousin Anson is really rich to the point of luxury...... In the face of reality, the young blue wolf chief could only smile helplessly. But these were the most dangerous things for him from time to time, the lack of supplies was almost customary for the Blue Wolf Clan, and they had never experienced the "generous" way of fighting like the Turines.

It really made him feel dangerous. It was the morale of the entire Blue Wolf Clan—twenty days of bloody battles, and Assrael dispatched almost all of his warlike war tribes. One after the other, they continued to attack the front line of the army of Hantu City, and then one after another smashed their heads in front of the iron wall, and scattered under the dense rain of arrows and the heavy bombardment of ballistas and trebuchets.

There were even a few times when Asriel sent reinforcements to save the tribe that was about to be wiped out, and the entire five-headed troll charged towards the Eaglefall Mountain, and after tearing through the enemy's attack formation, they rushed into the deepest part and never returned.

Looking at the pained faces of the tribal warriors who came down from the battlefield, the expressions of prayer one by one, and seeing their brothers, fathers, and robes fall on the battlefield and be powerless, it was not only themselves who were defeated at that moment, but also their will.

This was the battle their enemies, Anson Marcherus, Duke of Hellland City, and Edward Witwood wanted to see the battle they wanted most, they wanted to see themselves like angry beasts, wounded lions roaring incessantly, attacking them again and again with their claws outstretched through their cages, only to fail again and again, and finally to shed their blood.

If this kind of battle continues, he will definitely lose - and it will be a complete defeat, and on that day he will not be defeated by the enemy, but will be killed by a group of cowards who tremble at the sight of the enemy.

In this narrow but spacious enough Eagle Fall Mountain, it is impossible for him to invest all his forces to surround them in any case, even if he is forced into a desperate situation, he can only lead the core clan warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan to attack, and have a final battle with them - maybe he can have a chance to win, but more likely is to lose, the Turin army that occupies the absolute terrain, with layers of defense, if you want to climb the Eagle Fall Mountain, you can only fill all the trenches with countless corpses!

That's a lot of money to pay – even if you do win by chance, it's just another form of death. I'm sure Edward knew this too, so he's sure he wouldn't do it, right?

There was no anger or irritability on the face of the black-haired boy, only an almost deathly calmness - because anger could not kill the enemy, nor could it give him more strength, it would only make him lose his mind, and a madman was not qualified to become the king of the land, and Asriel would not allow himself to become that ugly and despicable appearance.

What you have to do is to find a way to defeat the enemy and how to unite the entire clan - don't be blinded by hatred, find their weaknesses and blind spots where they can't see, and defeat them in a way they don't expect!

What would Edward do, and what would his father Berrion do? Asriel wasn't asking himself, he seemed to really think of himself as those two people, and what his deep eyes revealed was an inquiring gaze.

Holding on to his chair and slowly standing up, looking at the eyes that walked into the tent one by one, full of fear in his eyes, Asriel let out a long sigh, and the expression on his face was even more flat than ever.

"Nothing has changed in this battle so far, and I know everyone is anxious. The black-haired boy sighed, "It's all my fault." ”

"The Great Chieftain ......"

The surrounding tribal leaders were already stupid, they really hadn't seen Asrael with this expression, and the two blue wolf warriors standing at the front hurriedly knelt down: "This is definitely not the fault of the big chief, please give us another chance, tomorrow we will definitely be able to take the old river channel, and then recapture the Eagle Fall Mountain!"

"Please give us another chance!"

"It won't make any difference if you don't break them all at once, this battle will drag on forever, with no end in sight. Asrael shook his head heavily, "So after much deliberation, I decided to accept your proposal. ”

"For a few days ago, the clan had been hearing requests for a decisive battle with the Turinees, and I had always thought it would be too reckless to agree - and now it seems that this may be the only way we can win this battle. ”

"Y-You mean?!"

"That's right, we want to use the strength of the entire Blue Wolf Clan to launch a thorough decisive battle with them in this Iron Cliff Mountain - use one attack to completely defeat the Hantu City Legion, instead of continuing to drag it out like this, we want to let them see, let them understand what is the true power of Hantu, and make them completely frightened and completely afraid of us!"

Asriel became agitated and clenched his hands into fists: "This is definitely not a surprise attack, we are going to go head-to-head with them - haven't these Turines always been proud of their knights and hoplites? ”

"I will officially declare war on him!!!" (To be continued.) )