The strong, buck-toothed man strutted forward despite countless gazes, until he reached the bottom of the two bronze doors of Tallon Fortress. Then he put his hands on his hips and raised his ugly head to look up. "The king of the tribes of Abraham's orcs, the commander of all armies, the wise leader who conquers all battles, the invincible son favored by the March God, the great Zulu Gritoutz sent me here to ask who Is he the commander of this fortress? " Qiang? The buck-toothed barbarian has a strong accent, but his words are spoken slowly and his voice is loud and powerful, so that everyone present can barely distinguish it. The Marquis de Dragonson leaned on the crenel, looked down, and answered in the same sonorous voice. "I, Margrave of the Griffin Empire, Guardian of Tallon Fortress, and Leader of the Knights of the Steel Fist, Dragonson, am listening to the message from you, the orc envoy." Qiang? He grinned and narrowed his teeth. A pair of small eyes looked at Marquis Dragunson. "An old, fat dwarf wearing iron clothes?" There was obvious provocation in his tone. "It seems that your Majesty is right. This fortress is a small trouble at most, not a big problem." " The little trouble in your mouth will break your teeth and stumble your steps." Marquis Dragunson said sternly, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me Zulu Gritoutz's message, otherwise I will treat you as someone you are not. What kind of messenger allows you to taste the rain of arrows falling from the sky? " Qiang? Bucktooth showed a ferocious smile again, "Great, the sun is making me itchy all over. The weak arrow rain of human shrimps can just do it. I scratched the itch." He knocked his thick armor roughly with his fist, "The great His Majesty Zulu Gritots asked me to tell you that he plans to meet with Emperor Levi of the Griffin Empire to discuss matters. Let¡¯s talk about establishing an alliance. Please open the door and don¡¯t waste His Majesty Zulu Gritoutz¡¯s precious time.¡± There was a slight commotion among the crowd behind Marquis Dragunson. Some people cursed in a low voice. Whispering. The Marquis of Steel Fist made a gesture to calm down the commotion behind him, and then sternly replied to the city, "This is a really good proposal. Go back and tell Zulu Gritoutz that I fully agree with his decision to go to the glorious capital of Philmeyer." He asked, and even allowed him to bring a thousand warriors with him to show off his status as the king of barbarian orcs. Qiang? His eyes widened, and his tone suddenly became threatening, "Are you pretending to be stupid, old guy?" The orcs have good teeth, but they don't care about your old bones. Just be clear and open the door to welcome His Majesty Zulu Gritots. Your Majesty will promise not to touch anything here, and will give you the entire West Wind County as a gift. Witness of friendship. " "Xifeng County belongs to the Griffin Empire, and only Emperor Li Wei has the right to entrust it to the imperial nobles." Marquis Dragonson said without giving up, "You are the one who pretended to be confused first, listen up, let me go. Put the words into your ugly bald head, take it back and tell Zulu Gritotz that if you want to pass through Tallon Fortress, you must first use the bones of the barbarians to build a ladder to climb the city wall! There was a creaking sound in Ya's mouth, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even on the city wall. "Old guy, then I will tell you the second message of the great Zulu Gritoutz. If he arrives at the city and does not see the open city gate, then all the defenders in this fortress will have Half of them will lose their heads, and the other half will live as the lowest slaves for a few more years. The crows hundreds of miles away will soon have an endless meal! " "I believe he plans to do this, but first! He must first conquer the four walls of Tallon Fortress and then break the main gate of the main castle before he can confront me with swords. At that time, I won't mind cutting off his head to add a bit of horror to the tip of a certain free spear. " Qiang? Buck-toothed, he gave Marquis Dragunson a fierce look, as if he wanted to etch his face into his heart, "Remember your words, old fellow, the great Zulu Gritoutz will not tolerate you. If you act recklessly, you will regret it in endless pain, and I guarantee that this will not be a short period of time." After saying these drunken threatening words, Qiang Bucktooth and the other four roaring warriors quickly retreated. Returning to the team, there were soon bursts of curses and ridicule. The savage beasts stood up one after another and made all kinds of obscene and obscene gestures in the direction of the fortress; some brave guys even rode towards the fortress, cursing and throwing double-edged battle axes and machetes at them. The head was swung with a whining sound. This is a provocation that cannot be understood, and it is also a trap hidden under the rude behavior. Although Qiang Bucktooth, the leader, remained where he was, the two orc squads approaching the city wall for provocation were led by two White Guard leaders. Without Tomad's warning in advance, the Knights of the Steel Fist would have suffered a big loss. The loss of personnel is secondary, and the blow to morale is the most terrifying thing. I saw the barbarian orcs showing off their power dozens of meters away from the city wall.?, Lord Toth asked for battle again with a livid face, "Lord Marquis, let me go, I will definitely bring you back a few barbarian heads." Silva's sharp voice then sounded, "The teachings the pilgrims receive There is no content in it about enduring the provocation of aliens, so let my sword pour the wrath of the Lord of Justice on the heads of these guys!¡± The third person to speak was Bishop Kurgan, a virtuous monastery. The dean had never really participated in the war. Although he was wearing a simple and exquisite pilgrim's armor, it seemed that every part of the armor was working against him, making him look extremely out of place. "This is an unfair war. The king of barbarians has imposed war and death on the people of the Griffin Empire for his own selfish desires. Do we need to abide by the rules of knights and fight these barbarians in a battle of equal numbers? Lord Marquis, why don't you send a few hundred more knights to simply wipe out these guys?" Marquis Dragonson let out a laugh as hard as gravel, "You don't understand war, Bishop Kurgan. Roland doesn't understand either. These barbarian orcs are elite and equipped with the best desert mounts. If the number of people we send far exceeds them, they will not stop at all to fight, but will go directly towards the desert. "Retreat." "The Lord Marquis is right," Tomad suddenly interrupted, taking over Marquis Dragunson's possibly sarcastic and mocking words, "In this way, more than half of the goal of the barbarian orcs has been accomplished. The morale that the fortress defenders finally gathered will be severely damaged, because we dare not send the same number of people to fight. "" This is really nerve-wracking," Bishop Kurgan said, stroking his white beard. , "Ordinary barbarian roaring warriors, knights and senior patrollers are enough to deal with. How to deal with the two white guards leaders and the strong buck teeth? Hey, maybe my old bones should be stretched a bit. Is it time?" A look of almost panic flashed across Tomad's face, "For the sake of Saint Bablupa, Bishop Kurgan, please stay on the city wall. This is the greatest support. "He stopped Bishop Kurgan who was gearing up, and turned his head towards the empty shadow beside him and said, "Trish Blood Snake, please go and see what Anshana Blood Horn is doing. Then ask her to come here. If she doesn't come, tell her that there are some pig-headed barbarians who question her cooking skills." Several steel fist knights standing next to the shadow backed away in horror, and one knight even subconsciously said so. They unsheathed their swords, because right in front of them, the shadow suddenly twisted, and then condensed into the petite figure of the Shadow Assassin instructor. "I understand, Anzanna Blood Horn will definitely be happy to let them taste some suffering." Trish Blood Snake's voice is always slightly hoarse, but it does not detract from the beauty of the tone. Then the Shadow Assassin instructor nodded slightly, merged into the shadows under his feet in front of everyone, and disappeared like lightning. Marquis Dragunson took a deep look at the place where Trish Blood Snake disappeared, and then touched his strong chin thoughtfully, "You have a group of very powerful allies, Tomad Ann, I Now I begin to understand a little bit what happened at the Black People¡¯s Pass in the Magic Mountain Canyon. ¡°No matter what happened, it was a sad thing for those involved, but I had no choice at the time. Looking back now, I can't find a better way to solve the problem." Tomad's voice sounded a little melancholy, "I just want to say, what would it be like if nothing happened?" Dragonson. The Marquis pursed his lips. He rarely admitted that he had made a mistake, but what he said next was probably the closest he came to an apology. "I have to say that Hangre is a spoiled little bastard who is daring and ignores the law." His voice became higher pitched, but it was still only heard by a few people in front of him, "But I can guarantee that, Hangre would never go to the Moon Whispering Plains to find a village to burn, kill, and loot for no reason I must find out what happened and who planned this serious conflict between the Knights of the Steel Fist and the Monastery of the Lord of Justice. ? What more secret conspiracy does he have? " Hearing these words, Silva showed a relieved and relaxed expression, but Bishop Kurgan looked a little disdainful, and then the old man's eyes met Tomad's. They all saw disapproval in each other's eyes. Of course, what Marquis Dragunson said makes sense, but it is a pity that it was too late. Except for girls like Silva who are new to the world, few people would think that he just thought of all this. If Hangre's private use of blood gryphon knights to attack the group of pilgrims can be considered audacious, then the act of inviting the imperial envoy from the glorious capital of Filmeyer is obviously not something that Hangre can do and must be Germany's. The Marquis of Lagonson personally participated, which resulted in forcing the monastery to sentence Tomad to exile. Marquis Dragonson did not expect the series of consequences caused by this incident. Not only did his eldest son die, but he also lost a magic consultant who spent a lot of money to hire. In the end, he had to lower his head in disgrace - Thomas Germany and his dark elf allies already have the strength that the Marquis of Steel Fist has to face up to. More importantly, the Knights of Steel Fist cannot resist the huge threat from the south alone and must find all possible help. This is the main reason why Marquis Dragonson chose to put down the blood feud. Although there is still a duel agreement after defeating the barbarian orcs, it is obvious that once the final victory is achieved, no one will take the duel seriously, and most of them will choose to shake hands and make peace. No matter how you say it, these words are always an olive branch with the light of reconciliation extended by Marquis Dragunson. Tomad brushed away the slight disdain in his heart and showed a sincere smile towards Marquis Steel Fist. "You are right, Lord Marquis de Dragunson. The truth of the matter must be found out, and the sinner who instigated discord must be punished as he deserves" A burst of heavy footsteps interrupted Thomas. After hearing De's words, there was a cry of panic in his ears, "Monster, the monster is coming!" "It's a giant, coming towards the city wall!" "Stop him, oh, Gods above, What kind of strength is this?¡± Tomad walked to the inside of the city wall with some laughter and laughter, and looked down the ramp. What he saw was the tall body of Anzanna Bloodhorn, with a dozen fully armed knights in front of her. They stood side by side, but in comparison, they looked like a group of pitiful toy statues. They staggered and scattered after being gently pushed by Ansanna Blood Horn with her hand. "Please get out of the way, don't stop me!" Tomad shouted towards the city, "That person is not a monster, but an ally from Mosselin City, Chief Ansanna of the Tauren Tribe? Bloodhorn Chief! " "Although it was not the Marquis of Steel Fist himself who gave the order, nor Lord Toth, the leader of the first branch, this is probably the order that the Knights of Steel Fist are most willing to obey. As soon as Tomad finished speaking, they retreated to the left and right without hesitation, leaving a wide path for Anzanna Bloodhorn.