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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 8: Secret Talks Under Another Sky

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    On that night when the clouds obscured the moon, Tomad and Elder Gang Yan were talking quietly on an unknown sand dune. They each made their stance clear and at the same time carefully tested the other's true purpose.  The conversation was not as heart-to-heart as it appeared, but both of them felt reassured by it.  Tomad really got the position of tribal shaman, but it was just in name only; Elder Gangyan won a powerful ally for the Manya tribe, allowing the small Manya tribe to have a long-term future.  Get a stable and peaceful life.  In fact, the length of this period of time far exceeded Elder Gang Yan¡¯s imagination.  Hundreds of kilometers away in Tatarchuk, two people looked up at a completely different night sky and were having a conversation that determined the fate of countless people.  Elder Ferrero¡¯s head was placed in an oak box, brought back by his entourage, and handed over to the hands of the mercenary king Joseph Tito.  Following the elder from the Free City, eighty elite cavalrymen were sent to the white tent, but those who returned to Tatarchuk were eighty cripples whose right hands had been cut off.  After they met the Lord of the City, they were quickly placed in a small, remote courtyard to recuperate.  Unfortunately, due to the negligence of an herbalist, the healing ointment given to these people was mixed with poppy and datura, and they all stopped breathing after a night's sleep.  After Joseph Tito learned the unfortunate news, he was silent for several minutes.  However, he did not blame the herbalist for his negligence. Although the healing effect of that ointment was excellent, accidents were prone to accidents.  After getting rid of all the entourage and guards, the black-haired man who had just entered the 40th year of his life walked up to the rooftop. While breathing in the hot wind blowing from the direction of the desert, he sat alone on his unfolded cloak.  , turning his gaze to the high night sky with twinkling stars.  His plan failed.  It took Joseph Tito twenty years, and after the planning of many wise men and bachelors, the plan that invested countless wealth, sacrifices and blood failed.  Just because he failed to grasp the ambition of the barbarian king, the sharp blade that came out of his own hands turned into a poisonous knife that took his life.  ¡°Perhaps this sharp blade will continue to slash at the arrogant golden griffon after tasting his own neck blood, and finally achieve its dream goal. However, Joseph Tito can no longer see all this.  This is downright funny.  Joseph Tito covered his face with his hands and laughed silently.  He couldn't imagine that he would do such a stupid thing. The orcs were like wildfire on the grassland. Once they ignited, it was extremely difficult to control. A slight negligence would cause a prairie fire.  Of course Joseph Tito understood this, but in order to realize his ambition and the desire for revenge that had turned into an obsession, he finally decided to throw a fire into the Abraham Desert.  Now that the fire has ignited as expected, the feathers of the golden griffon will inevitably be scorched and roasted, but before that, the free city of Tatarchuk is about to become the first victim of the fire.  Joseph Tito knew better than anyone that although Tatarchuk still had tens of thousands of elite mercenaries and armed adventurers, he also had in his hands as many as three thousand city guards.  But in front of the tens of thousands of troops organized by the King of Barbarian Orcs, this little strength is nothing more than a drop in the bucket, and I am afraid that it will not last even a week.  Unless a miracle happens.  The silver crescent moon has slowly risen into the sky, and the light of the stars has been obscured by the moonlight, turning into a blur in Joseph Tito's vision.  A burst of footsteps sounded from behind. Tito did not look back, but stretched out his right hand and pointed towards the cloak lying flat on the ground.  "Please take a seat, Lord Bamilyan. You are here on time." The visitor was wearing a dark purple silk robe, with gold edges on the corners and cuffs, and fine stitching. There was no doubt that it was made by a master tailor.  Every move of this man seemed elegant and gentle. When his soft-soled shoes scraped against the rooftop floor, the sound they made was no louder than a mouse running across.  "How dare I delay His Highness Joseph Tito's summons?" The voice coming from behind the veil was as soft and sweet as thick honey, and it was not even possible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.  As he answered, the man walked up to Joseph Tito, and then sat cross-legged on the mercenary king's open cloak.  "Isn't this place a bit too spacious?" The Mercenary King shook his head slightly, "Look at the surrounding environment, Lord Bamilyang." He waved his hand towards the unobstructed surroundings, "There is no environment like this.  It¡¯s a safer place. I even specifically asked that all nearby trees for birds to stay must be cut down.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true,¡± Bamilyang nodded slowly in agreement, ¡°Your Highness Joseph Tito, you are really welcome.It's very cautious.  " "If I'm not careful, will I still have a chance to talk to you here?  "The mercenary king said in a mocking tone, but after these words, he seemed to have fallen into deep thinking and did not speak for several minutes. Silence enveloped the surroundings of the rooftop. "Your Highness, you want me to rise to the sky when the silver moon rises.  When you came here alone and used the only royal talisman, you probably didn¡¯t want me to accompany you to watch the stars, right?  Bamiliang broke the silence softly, "Would it offend you if I suggested a drink?"  " " No, it won't.  "Josef Tito came back to his senses and withdrew his gaze from the distant sky, "The beauty of the starry sky made me temporarily forget the troubles of the world, Lord Bamilyan, but I have asked my followers and guards to stay away, I am afraid I will have to leave.  It takes a while to find someone.  " "No need to bother, Your Highness, if you don't mind, I have brought some things here that are still edible.  "The palms stretched out from under the purple robe were white and slender, and seemed to be coated with a layer of scented powder. A rose scent spread with this movement. Bamili Yang first took out two exquisite silver wine glasses, and then from  He took out a silver jug ??from under his robe and poured the wine, which looked like liquid ruby, into the wine glass until it was full to the brim. "This wine was brewed by Langes Winery using botrytis grapes that had grown frosty last year. It must taste pretty good."  It shouldn't offend His Highness' tongue, right?  "Josef Tito carefully picked up one of the glasses, then raised the glass and drank it without hesitation. His excellent balance made his arms as stable as a rock, without spilling a drop of wine. Bamilyan also raised the glass and drank it.  Although elegant, it is far less stable than the Mercenary King. At least a third of it is spilled on the robe and veil, dripping like scarlet blood. ¡°It¡¯s really good wine.  "Joseph Tito slowly swallowed the fragrant red wine, and then sighed, "It's a pity that there are not many opportunities to drink it.  " "If His Highness would like to taste it, I happen to have some connections at Langes Winery. From now on, I will offer several barrels of new wine to His Highness every year.  "Bamiliang replied while turning the glass. Joseph Tito took a deep look at Bamiliang. The veil was not thick, and you could even vaguely see the curve of the corners of his mouth when he smiled, but for a cunning and profound intelligence chief,  Said, this little obstacle is enough for him to hide his expression. "I don't believe you are unaware, Lord Bamilyan, this city and I are facing a disaster. If the worst happens,  Then I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink the wine next month.  " Bamili Yang showed a mocking smile behind the veil. He loosened his fingers, dropped the silver cup to the ground, and let out a clear whine. "Gods above, this is really unfortunate news.  There was no hint of surprise in his tone, "But who should we blame?"  My Lord, if someone other than yours had stretched out his hand into the Desert of Abraham, how could he have been burned?  "A trace of anger flashed across the face of the Mercenary King. He was not used to accepting criticism, let alone being criticized in person with sarcastic words. For a moment, he even forgot to use the royal talisman to summon this person.  With the purpose of the Griffin Empire Intelligence Minister, his right hand quickly reached towards his waist and tightly grasped the hilt of the "Soul Caper" that had been with him for more than twenty years. Bamiliang didn't even look at it.  He glanced at it and took out another wine glass from his sleeve, then filled himself with wine, "Has the reward for my head been high again recently?  "The intelligence chief muttered in a half-sighing, half-sad tone, "Even Your Highness Joseph, you can't resist the temptation?  This is too bad. I originally thought you came to me here to solve the problem of the upcoming barbarian orc army.  "Josef Tito knew that he had to suppress his anger. No one was more cunning than the guy in front of him. Even Joseph Tito was sure that no one would be watching around, but "Sleepless eyes, eternal attention" is not just a slogan.  The mercenary king almost exhausted all his willpower before he took his right hand away from the hilt of the sword, and then pressed his palm tightly on the cold and rough ground.  My self-control has dropped a lot.  "Joseph Tito lowered his head slightly towards Bamiliang. Even if no one saw it, it would still be a sharp pain in his heart. "You are right, I have no choice now, so I can only ask you to help me.  Planning a way out.  " "Oh, this is hard for me.  Bamiliang clapped his hands together, with regret and distress in his tone, "Your Highness Joseph, if I remember correctly, I sent someone to warn you last summer, right?"  Zulu Gritouz, the king of the barbarian beastmen, is ambitious and has an unstable personality. He is not an ally. But how do you answer my kindness?  ¡±  Joseph Tito's face became extremely ugly, which was another thorn in his heart.  Due to his deep hatred and ambition, Joseph Tito did not pay too much attention to his personal emotional life. In the narrow emotional space he left for himself, there were absolutely no more than three women who could leave an impression.  However, among these three women, one was the eyeliner of Sleepless Eyes. When she put the silver-gray letter in front of him with a tender look, Joseph Tito felt that God was unfair and his heart was cold to the bone.  How on earth did that woman die by her own sword?  Until now, Joseph Tito still can't recall it.  He only remembered that he woke up in a sea of ??blood-red. The soul-bearer was stained with blood, and the corpse in front of him was so broken that it was almost impossible to recognize its original appearance.  "I don't want to mention this matter again, Lord Bamilyan." Joseph Tito calmed down and said in a somewhat depressed tone, "I just want to know now, is there any way to help me get out of the current predicament?" "I'm afraid.  No." Bamilyang didn't even bother to pretend to be hesitant, and spread his hands bluntly, "Dear Your Highness, only the grace of the gods in heaven can save your city, but I still want to save it.  I can help some people escape in time. If you are willing, I will prepare a three-masted sailing ship for you to sail to the ancient country of Yahan, which is enough for you to take away hundreds of trusted subordinates and make achievements in that ancient and mysterious land.  ." Joseph Tito spat hard at his feet.  This was his answer to the suggestion.  If he could give up everything he held tightly, the King of Barbarians wouldn't be a problem at all, but leaving?  Leaving the city that took more than twenty years of hard work and countless sacrifices to create, and taking only a small group of trusted subordinates to a country that he had never even heard of?  For Joseph Tito, this was simply a choice more terrifying than death.  "That's such a pity, Your Highness." Bamiliang stood up and sighed, as if he was carrying endless sorrow on his shoulders, "I am just a well-informed intelligence chief, not an imperial marshal, nor a four knight.  Regiment leader. The Sleepless Eye can help you get the most confidential information, but it can¡¯t stop the barbarian orcs from marching westward" The important minister of the Griffin Empire who controls the Sleepless Eye intelligence network walked past lightly.  On the rooftop, he then stopped in front of the door leading to the indoor passage, "And I must remind you, Your Highness Joseph." He turned his head and smiled lightly at the mercenary king with a pale face, "The vanguard of the barbarian orc army is in Baiqiu.  The camp has suffered a very unexpected blow, which gives you and your city a few days of breathing space. But Zulu Gritots is not about to change his plans. Eyes in the sky tell me that the new army has advanced.  Not far away, you only have three days to consider countermeasures."
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