Just as he was thinking, another figure suddenly appeared in the room, and as the fluctuations in the space slowly subsided, a voice suddenly sounded: "What, are you thinking about how to calculate others?"

The sound of Yin Measurement is like it is not coming from the throat, but the bones rubbing against each other, which is creepy.

I saw that the comer was short and lean, and he looked like a heightened version of a goblin, but he was not a goblin, but a blood clan, and yes, like the man in the room, he was also a blood count.

Earl, this is a hierarchical title within the blood clan, in addition to the highest status of the blood emperor, down are princes, earls, viscounts, etc., and in today's Gulan continent, the blood count is second only to the blood emperor's cunzài, so the legendary four earls of the blood clan have become the most important assistants of the blood emperor.

Seeing that the other party did not pay attention to him, Nophile paced forward a few steps on his own, stood in front of a chair, and turned to sit down.

"You're done?I wonder how you could trust that guy, Night Elf King?...... Ridiculous......" The figure of the man in the room gradually emerged from the haze, dressed in aristocratic attire with a gentleman's smile on his face, and slowly walked towards Nophil, who was sitting in the chair.

Hearing this, Nofil didn't look annoyed, but just smiled slightly and shook his head, "Fan Zhuo, I personally agreed to this by Lord Blood Emperor, giggle......"

After a slight pause, Nofil continued, "Do you dare to doubt the decision of Lord Blood Emperor?"

The man called Fan Zhuo still had a smile on his face: "Nophil, you don't have to use adults to press me, as for whether I count others or not." It has nothing to do with you. ”

At this time. Van Zhuo's smile was like that of Avery. But he was dressed luxuriously, as the natural leader of the four earls of the blood clan, the entire Fanzhuo family was the most orthodox costume of the ancestors of the blood clan.

The gold stripes on the corners of his clothes, as well as violet flowers woven with gold threads, although these petals are not four or six, seven petals make his upper sleeves even more mysterious. The golden streamer seems to flow through the sleeves.

As soon as Fanzhuo's words fell, Nofil continued: "Don't be angry, Count Fanzhuo, to be honest, I didn't come to look for you this time. Nophile's cheekbones seemed to squeeze out a smile, and then, the sound of bone friction continued to sound, "Giggles, Maya came here just now, I just came to take a look." Is the Blood Spirit ready to be used? ”

His voice was still unpleasant, and even Fan Zhuo frowned slightly. Compared with the gentlemen and leaders in the blood clan, the bloodline of the Nofile family is a little lower, and you can understand one or two by looking at this unnatural appearance, coupled with the perennial underground life, which is dark, and their minds are full of evil.

"Blood Spirit, aren't those people enough?" Fan Zhuo was slightly stunned, and stopped smiling for a while, "You do this, be careful of being discovered by that guy, Lord Blood Emperor won't help you wipe your ass......"

"Hmph, what if I find out, I have my own way to deal with it, can I still make him turn the other around, okay, Lord Fanzhuo is slowly brewing, farewell!"

With that, Nofil stood up and disappeared into place.

"Hmph...... Arrogant guy ......" snorted coldly, Fan Zhuo also got up and stood up, he gently rubbed his right hand, and looked closely, only to see a delicate ring on his middle finger, which was slightly flashing with pale golden light, "Maya, Xilin...... Hehe, that's really good news. ”

This scene in the city of Belgree did not show in front of everyone's eyes, and the whirlpool of war was slowly accelerating, faster and deeper!

The southern part of Andus, too, is running on a normal trajectory.

March, march, march!

Master Jesse was running forward desperately, Miles was following his ass, and by the way, Manhel's Third Banner Regiment, yes, he was on the march too.

To be honest, Gabriel's death is indeed a bit unjust, and if Claude's order can arrive in Andorra later, it is estimated that the outcome of the battle between Nagar and Gabriel will be difficult to predict.

Just after Gabriel's banner group collapsed, some of the cavalry who escaped from the encirclement went east to catch up with Manher's banner regiment, but what could it be, Manhel learned of Gabriel's death in battle, and all he did was to gather the fleeing 300 cavalry, and then march to Ankara!

Everyone has their own role to make the war go on in an orderly manner, and Lord Jesse is young and promising, not only in Odo, but also in Andus's dispatch has shown extraordinary war talent.

Although he didn't know it, his subordinates really fought a beautiful battle, and they defeated a cavalry flag regiment in one battle, and as the flag officer of the Freedom Flag Regiment, of course they couldn't lose to their subordinates.

Jesse's Freedom Flag Regiment no longer has the advantage of cavalry, only more than 7,000 infantry, even if it does not directly confront the Miles Corps, but he does not dare to provoke the sudden front of more than 3,000 people.

In his eyes, if it was only the other party's 3,000 people, then he could still try to fight a battle with superior forces, and the recruits under his command would not disappoint him too much, but there was still the entire Miles Corps behind those 3,000 people.

Let him turn around and face the previous one, it is tantamount to a moth to a fire, although it is not a direct confrontation with the entire Miles Corps, it will definitely fall into an endless bitter battle until Miles's army consumes him.

Traveling up the Chatria River, Jesse's scouts searched for a place to cross the river, but to no avail, and as time passed, the Freedom Banner Regiment's rearguard battalion was already under attack.

Although the casualties are not too large, the opposing cavalry is obviously for the purpose of harassing and does not love to fight, but Jesse can't hold on to it at all, it doesn't matter if he loses some soldiers, as a general, although he must love soldiers like sons, but he also has to take into account the overall situation, and it is much better to throw some wounded than to throw thousands of corpses.

"Report ......"

When the battle report came, Jesse raised his eyebrows: "Speak!"

"My lord, the casualties of the guard battalion have reached 100, and the battalion officer requests to take the initiative to cover the evacuation of the flag regiment!" The soldier's face was grim, as if he had a certain heart to die.

Hearing this, Jesse couldn't help but be moved in his heart, his subordinates were all brought out by him from Wiesna, although he was a soldier to eat food, but in Jesse's heart, he had the responsibility to let the soldiers in sight live!

"Fart!" Jesse retracted his gaze, his eyes widened, and he looked at the soldier who reported the news again, and Jesse's face at this time looked much more mature, like a veteran general who had been fighting for a long time.

The soldier was scolded by Jesse, and he was a little overwhelmed, he was just an ordinary soldier, from childhood to adulthood, he had never even killed a chicken, but just now, he actually killed a cavalryman who was strangled by his companions, and even now, his heart was not completely calm.

thought that with a momentum, coupled with the order of the battalion officer, he unconsciously gave birth to a sense of pride and righteousness in his heart, but Jesse's scolding was like cold water on the head of the fire, and the spirit was poured down. (To be continued......)