In the eyes of this young blue wolf chieftain, all the clan leaders who have tried to break through the Twin Towers City and become the king of the land for three hundred years are simply a bunch of brainless fools, who are of no use at all except for empty strength and brains that are completely out of line with ambition!

These poor fellows thought that they had found the "weakness" of the Turineites by their own ingenuity, and tirelessly used this place as a shortcut, but in exchange for three hundred years of blood and tears, and the Hanntu people shed their blood, and lost the best opportunity to resist the Turines, and the fertile and precious land was eaten away by them little by little.

They don't understand that there are no "shortcuts" to conquest - when you think you've found your enemy's weakness, it's most likely a trap set by the enemy. If you want to defeat the enemy, you must use dignified means to confront them head-on, and use your strong side to attack the weak side of the enemy in order to achieve the final victory!

Siege warfare is so stupid! Is there a guy in this world who likes it more than the people of Turin, and is better at building fortresses and fortresses?! Their castle is their shield, their knight is their blade, and all the places suitable for these two abilities are the battlefields where the Turineites can exert their strength the most!

Even if the trolls are domesticated, it can't change the fact that the Hantu people are not good at attacking cities - the warriors who live in the wilderness and forests can only use their skills in these places, and the dense forests and endless wilderness are their battlefields, and it is the place where this Hantu Highland gives them strength.

Is there a more stupid way to give up one's own strengths and go to the battlefield set up by the enemy to trap oneself? This piece of Turin is the least likely to imagine. It is also the most suitable land for the Hantu people to fight. It was him, the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf, who had entered the gate of Hantu City!

"From the beginning, I didn't expect to be able to breach the Twin Towers, because it would be stupid to do so - and I'm not a fool. The young man held his chin lazily and playfully looked at the messenger who had been frightened into a state of insanity: "From the very beginning, Gracchus' mission was only to hold back the defenders of the Twin Towers and attract the attention of the people of Turine—after all, to make the enemy dare not let their guard down. This would also force them to divide their forces and reduce the pressure on the army. ”

"But, but what if it ......" The envoy still did not forget his mission, and said tremblingly: "What if they are really fooled and go to the Twin Towers?

"Oh, you're right, it's true. The young man nodded, and the envoy finally smiled a little with a look of seriousness, but he immediately changed his words: "But aren't you the samurai who claim to be willing to fight to the last of the Akama clans?

"This, this, this ......" the messenger's face changed suddenly, and he looked at the pair of playful eyes and spoke. I was trembling all over my body, and I couldn't even straighten my waist. Suddenly, he fell to his knees like crazy, and kept kowtowing to the young man with a crying voice: "You can't just watch the Red Horse Clan end." We are your most loyal clan, and we can give you whatever you want!"

"Come on, even a joke makes me bored!" The young man's expression, which was still smiling a little just now, suddenly collapsed, and he lay lazily on the soft couch: "Don't worry, that guy Gragu is not a fool, he knows what he has to do - I guess he is trying to figure out where to act now, pretending to be loyal, and showing me the siege of the city day and night!"

"In fact, you are one of the characters in his play, but the most inconspicuous one, in order to convince everyone that he Gragu is attacking the Twin Towers at all costs, he Gragu is really working hard!"

The messenger who was still crying just now finally stopped, but this time there was not much surprise in his eyes, but deep fear, with an indescribable fear looking at the lazy but young chief in front of him.

He had seen many tribesmen, some of them were cunning, some were brave and bloody. And the toughest ones can embrace death without fear, and there are some pretty clever ones, like Gracchus, who know how to judge the situation, and even those who despise or despise them have to be at their mercy at some point.

But this big blue wolf chieftain ...... Only fear can describe the mood of the messenger at this moment.

Doesn't the hideous heads in the tent mean anything? The 300,000 war tribes outside the tent who have sworn allegiance to him to the death can't explain anything?

This is a real king of the land - the envoy even feels very humble, obviously this so-called big chief in front of him is just a child who has just come of age, but in front of him, he really feels very small, just a little person worthy of mention!

"What kind of expression do you have, do you think that I was just lucky to be the leader of the Blue Wolf Clan, and I was able to command the entire Eastern Tribe, but it was because of luck?" The young man suddenly sneered: "What do you think I, Asrael Marcherus, have relied on to get to where I am today?!"

"How many people do you think I have killed, how many blood wolves and how many trolls do you think have died at my hands? I am able to stand here and chat with you not because of my luck, but because I have escaped death again and again, again and again!"

The young man named Asriel suddenly became excited: "I am fundamentally different from you born superior people, everything I have stolen by myself - the most beloved weapon, the favorite woman, the most desired subordinate, and the clans and tribes that once looked down on me and despised are now lying in front of me to survive!"

But what the messenger really noticed was not this, and looked at Asriel in front of him with wide eyes: "You—what did you just say your name was?" Asriel...... Marcherus?!"

"Surprising?" the boy was still smiling, but it gradually turned into a sneer: "There is nothing impossible in this world. ”

"It's hard, do you say that your father is ......?"

"Berion, the Duke of Humtu - he got hold of the priestess of our clan in order to get the secret of the Blood Wolf, and everything that follows is logical. Asriel snorted coldly: "It's just that my mother didn't open her mouth until she died, which disappointed him!"

"Gracchus is smart...... But if a person doesn't know anything, then what's the use of being smart? He thinks that even if I capture Hantu City, what I can do in the end is no different from those big chieftains in the past, and in the end I still have to rely on him, right? He doesn't know that I was born with the qualifications to become the king of Hantu!"

The bloodline of the Blue Wolf Clan makes him qualified to become the Great Chief of the Hantu people, and the royal line of Markellus can also give him the power to become the Duke of Hantu City!

"Well, I'm afraid you're tired after talking to you so much, and it's time to hit the road. He patted the messenger on the shoulder very "kindly", and Asrael's face showed a natural smile: "Of course, you can choose your own way of death, and I can give you this power." ”

"Why, you don't want to die? Do you think that knowing so much I might let you live, it's obviously impossible, right? But don't get excited, for it's not me who wants to kill you, it's your master of Gracchus who wants your life. ”

"I probably know a little bit, you seem to be the son of the last generation of the big chiefs of the Red Horse Clan, and Gragu will take you with you when he escapes, I'm afraid it is also to win people's hearts. But now that he has 50,000 men, he doesn't need a nuisance like you anymore - you may think you're loyal to this Uncle Gracchus, but your status means he can't let you live long. It's pathetic...... Leave your fate to someone else. ”

With a sarcastic smile, Asriel snapped his fingers slightly, and the blood wolf named Douglas staggered into the tent, and the desperate messenger didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Now, it's time for me to meet my dear cousin Anson. (To be continued.) )