Section 163 Farewell

"Well, what the hell are you trying to do with me?" asked Rogin again. "My time is precious......"

"In fact, the Bloodfang Lord's preparations for war are almost complete!" Marven looked very friendly, but that didn't ease the vigilance of Nurgle. "If your research isn't done in time...... It may not be possible to catch up with this war. ”

"That brainless idiot!" Rogin cursed in a voice that he could only hear, and then he raised his voice. "We should have a year...... You said it at the time. ”

"I'm sorry, but I overestimated Bloodfang's patience. Marven replied tepidly. "What the hell is going on?"

"It's not perfect...... It will take more real yàn, more time, to figure out the best way. ”

"Oh, what do you mean...... There's already a not-so-perfect result?" Marven said gently, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

"Nurgle is on top!" Rokin suddenly became furious, "and now we are far from what we originally conceived...... It's still a long way off!"

"Can't you use it?" Marven smiled. "It's really not like what I said to Rogin, who thinks highly of himself. ”

"It's going to take time...... Anyway, I need more time!"

The wizened old man on the saucer nodded, "I'll try to buy more time, but you know, the Bloodfang Lord's patience is nowhere near as good as his arm strength. ”

"May Nurgle curse him!"

"You don't want the Father of Decay to miss this war, do you? this is our great war for the glory of the gods! Think about it, if you can get your work done in time...... Then the name of the father of decay will be forever inscribed......"

"Shut up, don't irritate me with these words!

"I don't have any ill will!" said a wicked smile on the thin old man's face. "Please forgive my offense. I was just...... A kind reminder. This war is the will of the gods, the great mission to conquer the weak southerners and destroy their kingdom......!

His words stopped, as he saw a slight twitch on Nurgle's face, which seemed to burst open at any moment, spewing out a filthy cloud of pus.

"Anyway, I'll do my best to prolong the Bloodfang Lord's patience. He said. Then, before the other could answer, his saucer floated backwards and flew away with light and agility. In just a short time, his figure disappeared behind the distant hills.

Luo Jin watched the other party disappear completely, and then let go of his clenched fist. Just a little bit...... He was just about to attack with magic. And he also knew very well that killing Marven would definitely attract the appreciation of the Father of Decay.

But not for now. This future war...... At least Rogin knew that this war was far more important than Marven. The conquest of the weak southern kingdoms had always been Nurgle's expectation - in fact, the four gods were the same in this respect. Although the gods will not be relentless in fighting each other in their internal struggles, with such a common goal, they can also unite for the time being.

But damn it, why did that bloodtooth bastard get the favor of the gods and suddenly become the Chaos Lord?! Just that crazy man who has no brains at all and knows nothing but chopping and chopping! Could it be that because he relied on the brute force on his arm to become the actual controller of the White Castle?

After a few seconds, Rogin comforted himself. Although there are many madmen under the fear of abuse, no matter how crazy the madman is, it is better than those mages under Tzeentch. At least you only need to watch your own safety when dealing with a madman, and when you deal with the men of the treacherous lord, you have no idea when you will be sold.

In fact, relying on his long experience and the summing up of his ancestors, Rogin already has the best way to deal with the Tzeentch followers: don't worry about anything, kill them as soon as possible, because if you try to deal with them, you will sooner or later fall into their sinister trap.

Unfortunately, the constraints of reality made it impossible for him to implement the most correct plan.

Rogin had a vague sense that a web of intrigue and calculation had opened—as countless past experiences—and that he had no way to break it.

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Under the city of Fornoros, there was silence in the camp of the king's army.

As time went on, the siege of the city became tighter. If Byron had had a chance to try to lead his army out in a decisive battle at the beginning, he didn't have that chance now.

The glow of that night's skyrocketing fire is the best proof of this. Both inside and outside the city saw this phenomenon very clearly that could not be concealed. Now, a fool can guess that this siege will not last as long as expected. The city's guards had been visibly shaken, and sporadic soldiers often took advantage of every opportunity to escape from the walls and run to the king's camp.

In the middle of the camp, in the Queen's living tent, Ashrufat looked at the pile of letters and reports that the little girl had given him.

"Byron is on a killing spree in the city?" Ashruphat looked at a letter and repeated it several times with a little surprise.

According to the reports of those scattered soldiers, Byron launched a purge in the city. Those who followed him in his retreat from Falcon to Fornoros were purged. It was a gratuitous killing, and hundreds of people were put to death by Byron. In fact, if it weren't for Byron's policies that caused most of these people to leave, the scale of the killing would have been much greater.

"It's Essien's sake. The little girl said with great interest. "Byron had no choice but to unleash his anger on these people. ”

"These are the people who have always been loyal to him. Ashrufat said.

"That's because they're blind!" replied the little girl very seriously.

"It's not that they're blind, it's that Byron has ...... It's crazy. Ashruphat let out a chuckle. "What a cowardly man. The gods are really cruel, why give Byron such a cowardly head, but give him such a huge ambition? even the madness before dying...... Is it in this form that it erupts?"

He tossed the letter aside. "If he had brought a little bit of planting, he would have chosen to go out of the city and fight us to the death. But he didn't dare, he knew that his current strength was not as good as ours, so he could only use this method to vent his anger. Ashrufat's tone became calm, as if he were recounting a very ordinary matter.

"Cowardly hearts and infinitely inflated desires...... Can seemingly contradictory things be combined?" he said softly, picking up another copy.

This is a letter from Prime Minister Ellene. The letter is mainly a report on some of the latest events. Although the reports are all good news, there is a kind of anxiety between the lines.

The situation in the north seems to be becoming more and more urgent, and it is no secret that a large-scale barbarian invasion is no longer a secret. However, it is a little strange that this matter came mainly from the side of the church, and not from General Rafa, who was in charge of the northern defense line. In fact, General Rafa's situation is still unclear - the connection between him and the falcon city remains as half-severed as before. And the couriers, spies, spies, and the like sent out from Eagle Falcon City were also unable to meet Rafah. Rumors abound in the city of Eagle Falcon, and it was rumored that Rafa had turned his allegiance to the evil god and would soon cooperate with the invading barbarian army to attack Gruni. It is also said that the Byron rebellion itself was a conspiracy of evil gods.

"There has been turmoil in the hearts of the people in Eagle City. Ashrufat said. "You should go back. ”

"But......" The little girl wrung her hands uneasily. "I don't know what to do when I go back...... And...... Ashrufat, you ......"

She slurred. Because if she returned, then the command could and would have to be given to Eshurufat, who was the commander of the Guards. In other words, if she wants to go back, she will have to go back by herself.

This war is so important that even a little girl understands that there is only a life-and-death relationship between her and Byron. Except for Ashrufat, she couldn't leave this matter to a second person with confidence. Moreover, although others did not know, the little girl knew that all her decisions were made by Ashrufat. The victory in those battles was not her own wisdom at all. After leaving Ashrufat, she was just a little girl who didn't know anything.

"You don't have to do anything. Ashrufat said. "Sometimes, the king doesn't need to do anything, his existence is enough in itself. As soon as you return to the royal city, then the rumors and turmoil will settle down on their own. As for government affairs...... Prime Minister Elynne is very capable, and you can trust his judgment. Ah, listen to Rhodia too. That should be about the same time. ”

"But...... I...... I ......" the little girl lowered her head, her face turning crimson, "I don't want to leave...... Ashrufat. ”

She felt that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground, but when she peeked at Ashrufat, she found that he didn't seem to notice the words at all, but was looking at Wen Jiàn intently.

"Your Majesty, do you remember the execution of Bairheim?" Ashruphat put down the letter.

"Remember......" the little girl remembered Byerheim, who had been executed by the stake. Although it was the construction of Ashrufat, although it was an order given by the little girl herself, at that time, she was completely reluctant to pretend to be calm. In fact, even now, every time I recall the scene at that time, it will make the little girl can't help but feel a chill down her spine.

But it must be true. There must be a reason why she has to do it! The little girl can only sue herself. Ashrufat is right, and every opinion of Ashrufat, no matter how ridiculous it may seem on the surface, is correct. The facts speak for themselves.

"Are you scared?" asked Ashrufat softly.

If there is a different person, the little girl may be hard to the end because of her self-esteem. But in front of Ashrufat, she nodded obediently, indicating that she was indeed afraid. How could she not be afraid? Watching someone die is different from executing someone.

"yes, that's a cruel thing. Ashrufat said softly. "Majesty, I hope you will always remember this feeling...... This is war! The victor can do a good job to the loser. War is a terrible thing, and you must remember it. We must have this fear of war. ”