"The matter of the Holy Order, I cannot call the shots. ”

After pondering for a while, Lu Chengfeng still did not choose to deceive, but said the truth: "If it's just food, I can promise it for the royal family now." Even, if necessary, other medicines, supplies, etc., can be negotiated on a case-by-case basis. You can send a Saint-level master to assist in the battle, and I must go back and report this myself. ”

"Is that so?"

Renault was not surprised by Lu Chengfeng's answer. It can even be said that if Lu Chengfeng didn't answer so sincerely, but agreed to it, he would have doubted the sincerity of the empire. However, although the second additional request was not confirmed, Renault still gave a reply: "In this case, as long as the grain arrives, our people can temporarily stop going south." However, if the matter of the ice dragon Skasa is not resolved, our clan will not veto the possibility of going south for a day. ”

To be able to get Renault's promise, Lu Chengfeng was very satisfied.

Of course, he would definitely not be so perverted in his mouth, but said in a sarcastic tone: "So, the Bantu clan would rather go to war with the empire than dare to face that dragon?"

"Not really. ”

Renault smiled and looked determined: "The masters of the Lanwu Empire are like clouds, and they are definitely not comparable to an ice dragon." But in this snowy region, the threat of the empire is really not as real as a saint-rank ice dragon. What's more, if the war on the side of Lunyuguan does not end as soon as it ends, the empire will not have any action in the north. ”

"No matter how fierce the war is, there will always be an end one day. Lu Chengfeng said-for-tat.

Renault looked at him and said fearlessly: "Unless the other two empires are willing to send troops, even with other assistance, the war with the Fallen Spirit Race will not end in a short time." Perhaps, it will take a year, or even two years, and as long as there is food, our people can endure it for a while, but can the empire afford to wait?"

Lu Chengfeng didn't speak, and after being silent for a while, he nodded and said, "Your Excellency is worthy of being the patriarch of the Kuni tribe. ”

If a few of the upper echelons of the Bantu clan are as powerful as Renault, then their alien race entrenched in the snowy region of Ston is a bit terrifying.

In the face of Lu Chengfeng's praise, Renault accepted it calmly, but he didn't forget to take a slap back: "The envoy sent by the empire has no ordinary vision and eloquence." I just don't know, what is your skill?"

Hearing Renault's sudden mention of strength, a look of confidence flashed in Lu Chengfeng's eyes, and he said, "What does it have to do with this?"

Renault laughed and stood up from in front of Lu Chengfeng. When he turned to leave, he left behind a sentence: "You only convinced me, but you didn't convince the other team members." We, the Kuni people, are willing to be reasonable. But ah, those Toulouse warriors only know the size of a fist. Have you figured out how to 'convince' them when we meet in the evening?"

As he spoke, the man in a yellow leather robe with a somewhat bald forehead pushed open the igloo door and strode out.

The empty igloo was quiet again.

.........

Two hours later, it was completely dark outside.

As the wind and snow became heavier, even though there were two snow-capped glaciers in front of and behind the station, there was still a whining outside. Even the Bantu people, who were accustomed to ice and snow, had put away most of the sentry posts in this environment, leaving only a few hidden sentry posts in sheltered from the wind. In the camp, a large iron pot stood next to the tent, and the grease in it was still burning. No matter what the wind and snow are, they can't be extinguished. In the dark, only this pot, which is supported by an iron frame, is still blooming.

On weekdays, the Bantu people have already rested at this time. But today, in the most spacious tent in the center, Bantu masters from the three major tribes gathered together, either sitting in the corner whispering, or talking in groups of three or five, and sometimes arguing. In the very center of the tent, the chiefs of the three Bantu tribes sat facing each other, seemingly suddenly interested in the magic lamps smuggled from the Empire on the table.

What are they all waiting for.

"Orka, do you think the empire will really agree to send a saint-rank master to help? they are still having some trouble dealing with the Fallen Spirit Clan, I'm afraid they won't be able to draw people at all, right?"

"I'm not sure what the Lanwu Empire thinks, Tumon, maybe you can ask Renault. He had spoken to the envoy himself, and he might know something. ”

"Both, I've made it clear. He can call the shots about food, and he doesn't count if he sends the Holy Order to help. ”

"If there is enough food, it is actually enough, but I am worried that Orka will not be able to suppress the wild guys in the clan. ”

"Hmph, if you're really wild, go to the top of the snowy mountain to find the ice dragon Skasa. He was afraid of a wounded dragon to death, but he dared to provoke the Lanwu Empire, which had more Holy Ranks, hehe. ”

"Aren't all people like that, they are only afraid of what they see? As for the human masters, they have never been in contact with them, and occasionally they fight against those mercenaries and adventurers who are not in the ordinary. In this case, no matter what you say, they won't believe that humans are really that strong. Only when they suffer losses will they sober up from their blindness. ”

"What Tumon said is that now it depends on how capable the Imperial envoy is. ”

"Judging from his strength, it seems that he is only a sixth order, and at most no more than a seventh order. However, after talking to him, I had a lot of confidence in the young man. Perhaps, he really has some special means. Our young man has been sitting in the well and watching the sky for too long, and it's time for someone to sober them up. ”

"Let's hope so. ”

Just as the leaders of the three tribes were exchanging opinions in a whisper, there was the sound of light footsteps outside. Then, along with the report of the guards, someone opened the central tent and strode in under the gaze of dozens of masters in the tent. The wind and snow outside blew in through the gap, but before it could get close to the young man's body, it became invisible.

The big tent, which was originally a little chaotic, suddenly quieted down, only the sound of the wind whirring outside.

"The royal envoy of the Lanwu Empire, Lu Chengfeng. ”

After impeccable etiquette, Lu Chengfeng greeted the three tribal leaders at the head of the big tent and brought greetings from the Lanwu Empire. Although in fact he did not have the authorization of the royal family, it was only a unilateral gesture from the third prince, but the experience of being reborn as the prince of Tianfeng made him do all this perfectly, and no one could see any problems.

"Welcome guests of the Empire, please be seated. ”

Orka, the deputy patriarch of the Bantu tribe, who was sitting in the center, responded to Lu Chengfeng with an expressionless face. It was a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty years old, wearing a gray wolfskin coat. Because he had been seriously injured, he had a long scar on his face, and he looked indescribably cold.

As the core high-ranking of the Bantu clan and the patriarch of the Walker clan, Orka's strength is naturally very strong. Even if he didn't break through the Holy Rank, it was absolutely unfathomable. Before Lu Chengfeng was reborn, he might be able to defeat him with all his might, but his current strength is definitely far behind.

To his left and right were Reno, the leader of the Kuni clan that he had seen before, and a fat man with a protruding belly.

This strong man with a somewhat round body and a name named Tumon, Lu Chengfeng has never seen it, but he guesses that he must be the leader of the Tulus clan.

"So, human beings from afar, can you ask you about your intentions?"

After a moment of looking at each other, Orka, as the presiding officer of the daily affairs of the Bantu, was the first to speak.

The answer to this question, not to mention Orka, even ordinary warriors of the Bantu tribe can roughly guess it. But knowing is knowing, the process of asking still has to go through. Lu Chengfeng knew this, even though he had communicated with Renault before, he still explained his intention in detail as if there was no such thing.

There is only one core goal, to stop the Bantu from going south!

"For decades, our people and you humans have not committed any crimes, and we have no intention of going south. After listening to Lu Chengfeng's statement, Orka glanced at the expressions of the other people in the big tent and said the official words: "But I'm sorry, this year's unprecedented cold wave has made my clan's grain harvest and hunting much more difficult. In order to survive, our people must go south and grab enough supplies for the winter. ”

Lu Chengfeng hit the snake with the stick, not giving others a chance to interject, and said directly: "The empire already knows the difficulties of the Bantu tribe, so it will send me here." As long as Bantu is willing to give up the south, stop there, and the empire is willing to temporarily open the food ban and support the Bantu with enough supplies to survive the winter. I think it is definitely more advantageous to settle this matter through peaceful negotiations than through war, don't you say?"

"The Empire is so good at talking?"

Orka asked rhetorically with an expressionless face, and glanced at his hand again.

Lu Chengfeng immediately understood that the scenes that should be done had been done, and now it was his turn to appear to settle these unruly subordinates. As long as they have no opinion, the leaders of the three major tribes will go along with the boat and announce that they agree to accept the terms of the empire, and a war in the north can also be resolved!

So, who will stand up?

Lu Chengfeng looked around defiantly, and finally said to Orka and Renault: "The empire has always been peace-loving, and it is willing to lend a helping hand to the Bantu people, so there is no doubt about our sincerity." "Hehe, that's a nice thing to say, but the real reason is that you don't dare to fight, right?" After a shrill laugh, someone stood up from under the tent, waved his hand and said loudly, "Everyone knows that the humans in the south are at war with the Fallen Spirits, and the fight is fierce. They were afraid that we would go south, so they were so easy to speak. Otherwise, why didn't they consider us when they embarwent grain before? So, don't be deceived by his hypocrisy!" "That's right, human beings are afraid of us, so they will back down. When they get through this difficulty, most of them will settle accounts after the fall. We've learned many times about their capriciousness!"