The emissary of the Night Stalker Clan has arrived in the barracks?!

If Iskar felt anger and betrayal when she heard the news, Orwina was already pale, and cold sweat was all on her forehead.

She knew far better than Iska how cruel this guy named Edward was, and how "decisive" he would be at a critical moment - as long as the Black Eagle Clan completely lost his use value, he would never have the slightest pity for his own people, and he would definitely throw himself away as an outcast in the first place!

Orweina knew very well where the use of the entire Black Eagle Clan was for Edward, so she knew that once the Night Stalker Clan surrendered to the Kingdom of Turin, it would be absolutely impossible for these exiled tribes who did not even have the slightest strength to get the slightest "help", and they would even be thrown directly to the Night Stalker Clan by him.

And after hearing the anxious Orweina say this, Iska was also silent: "Who told you this?"

"Needless to say, of course it's the guy named Marco Tasker!" Seeing that Iscana was still a little hesitant, Orwina was already very anxious, thinking that he still regarded the wizard as a friend: "That guy is Edward's closest subordinate, and the most cunning one—don't be fooled by his hypocrisy!"

A trace of astonishment flashed on Iska's face, and then he shook his head with a wry smile: "It's okay with this, you won't understand Ovina, that aristocratic lord of Turin wants more than just this result." ”

With that, he walked silently back to the room, with a somewhat resolute expression on his face—a look in his eyes that seemed to tell others. He had already made up his mind.

And on the other side of Edward. The same is and stands in front of himself. The tribal emissary, who claimed to be the representative of the "Grand Chief of the Night Stalker Clan", dressed in gold and silver, was talking, especially when he saw the other party's smug mustache.

"Honorable Chief Flag Bearer, Lord Edward Wetwood, allow me to welcome you on behalf of our great Night Stalker Clan, Grand Chief, and on behalf of the entire Eagle's Nest Valley, and to extend to you a sincere message of gold!" the tribal emissary's accent was tasteful, according to Marco Tasker. This envoy must have been in Hantu City for a long time.

"I also entrust you with our blessings to Lord Anson Marcherus on behalf of the people of the Eagle's Nest Valley, and the Howling Eagle of the Levantine Mountain will surely bless Lord with a long life!" The tribal envoy had a little smirk on his face, and spread his hands to salute Edward: "The glory of Lord Duke will bring bright day to the whole land like the sun of birth, and bury the night completely!"

"Thank you for your speech, and I will certainly pass it on to His Highness Anson—by the way, your rhetoric is excellent, for a Hanntu. Edward smiled. The tribal envoy's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything. I saw Edward speak again: "But if I remember correctly, the previous Night Stalker Clan took refuge with Lord Berrion, and then got the opportunity to overthrow the Black Eagle Clan that you were originally loyal to and occupy the Eagle's Nest River Valley, right?"

"Of course, it was all because of the cruel oppression of the Black Eagle Clan that we had no choice but to resist!" the tribal envoy said solemnly: "And the generous Duke of Berion let us know that there is still justice in this world, defeating this brutal clan!"

"And you're the one who told the Duke of Berion that the Black Hawk Clan was attempting a rebellion?"

"That's right, it's me!" The tribal envoy's face even had a more "solemn" expression: "The persecution of my relatives has forced me to stand up and ask Lord Duke Berion to uphold justice, all this is ......"

"You're lying!"

Just as the messenger with a "sense of justice" was about to continue, the angry Orwina stood up with a pale face, and pointed to his nose with a trembling right hand: "Obviously, you betrayed the Black Eagle clan first, and only after you failed did you decide to collude with the man-eating demon of Berion, and almost sent the entire clan to hell together!"

"Nonsense!" the tribal envoy snorted arrogantly, not even looking at Orwina, "Allow me to suggest that you expel this crazy priestess from the barracks, even in the Eagle's Nest Valley, we will not allow women to enter the men's tents." ”

"You?!"

An angry Ovina, who was about to pounce and kill the bastard, was stopped by Ludwig, who had been standing by and acting as a guard, and shook her head at her.

“...... Perhaps all over the world, there are their own customs. Edward beckoned softly, and Orwina snorted and left the tent herself: "There are also many brave and warlike women under my command, and they have killed many men with their swords. ”

"This is natural. The tribal emissary had a flattering smile on his face, and he had no intention of arguing with Edward: "You must have your considerations. ”

"As a token of the Eagle's Nest Valley's support for Duke Anson Marcherus, we are willing to provide two thousand cavalry, plus one thousand of the best warriors to join the Duke's army. and enough food for your army to splurge. When he said this, the tribal envoy's face couldn't help but show a little smugness: "This is just the most sincere friendship for the Kingdom of Turin, our friendship is definitely heavier than gold!"

"But...... I'm guessing you guys have a condition too, right?"

"Please leave those exiled fugitives of the Black Eagle Clan to us, this is the Eagle's Nest Valley's own business, so you don't need to reach out to help from your Turin friends. The tribal envoy bowed deeply: "Please also understand that the friendship of the Eagle's Nest Valley will be an important guarantee for whether the Kingdom of Turin can control the central and western parts of the Han Land." ”

"You seem to be very knowledgeable. Edward said lightly, "It seems that you are really loyal to the kingdom!"

"I'm from Hantu, but I also know that it's only a matter of time before Turin becomes the king of Hantu. The emissary's expression looked quite humble: "So we are willing to be friends with Turin, as long as you can lend this insignificant hand, I am willing to express my most sincere ...... to you on behalf of the entire Eagle's Nest Valley"

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to represent the entire Eagle's Nest Valley!"

The tent was opened, and Iska, who was naked, held the Dominic scimitar given to him by Edward in his hand, and stared fiercely at the tribal messenger who was still standing there, as if he was a wild wolf ready to choose a man to devour.

"Iska, how could you still ......?"

The young leader who walked in step by step ignored the other party's astonishment, knelt down on one knee in front of Edward, held the Dominic scimitar in both hands, and respectfully offered: "In the name of my father, I ask the Levantine Sacred Mountain to witness for me, Iska, the tribal leader of the Black Eagle Clan, officially swear allegiance to Edward Witwood, I will fight for you!"

"Your Excellency Edward Witwood, allow me to warn you!" the tribal emissary, who had just been calm and calm, suddenly panicked: "The Black Hawk clan is already the ruler of the Eagle's Nest Valley from time to time, if you still want this land to maintain friendship with Turin......"

Before he could finish speaking, Iska, who was still kneeling in place, had already stood up, turned around and stared at him coldly, with a disdainful mockery in his eyes.

And I don't know exactly when, the barbarian warriors of the other two tribes have also entered this military tent, surrounding the tribal envoys in the center, making this guy with a beautiful mustache tremble, and even his teeth are trembling.

"If I still wish, hehehe......" With a few chuckles, Edward walked up to him, and the barbarian warriors on the side made way for him, standing on either side: "Then I'll tell you what I hope for most now." ”

"Tell your Great Chief, prepare for war—there can only be one flag flying in the land of the Vast Lands, and that is the Flaming Goshawk Banner!" )