Shaman from Afar

Loren sat quietly at the map table, his fingers crossed at the edge, and he studied the battle under consideration while contemplating.

The choice of the Silver Helmet Mountain dwarves is not unexpected, but it is indeed a surprise-the dwarves of the Cloud Ridge Kingdom allegiance to a Duke of Byrne, not to mention the Dukes of all generations, not even the knights of the past.

These dwarves must also have their own abacus and interest considerations, but Loren does not care; being able to get the allegiance of the entire Silver Helmet Mountain and a strong reinforcement is already a profitable business.

As for how much dwarf loyalty and army you can get ... it doesn't really matter.

If the number is not large, then the purpose of your own bluff is also achieved;

If there is really an army, it is possible to pull up a "Silver Helmet Army" to deter the main Centaur army that surrounds Poi.

At the same time, it has lost the core of the upper-level organization, and has lost a large number of young and capable combatants. Even if there are dwarves left behind, it can't pose any threat to itself. Don't worry about being enemies when facing the centaur.

This is also one of the main reasons why Loren would promise the dwarf Mihailo ... no matter how ruined, Silver Helmet still has tens of thousands of dwarves left to survive; once they really make up their minds to take the barn camp The revenge, the trouble caused is absolutely unimaginable.

At this moment, Loren suddenly understood why the "historical figures" in his previous life would rather be dragged down, but also endure all the guilt allies.

Even if their combat effectiveness is negative, at least you can ensure that you can concentrate on dealing with the enemies in front of you, instead of being interrupted again and again, or even plunging into a tragic situation of multi-line siege.

"Do you really believe him?"

A calm voice came from the side.

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not."

The dark-haired wizard shook his head without looking at the figure of the comer. His eyes always stayed on the map: "We need the dwarf of Silverhelm Mountain to stand on our side. Isn't that what we said earlier, Eckert ? "

"Yes, but I think they must have other reasons, not just what the dwarf Mihailo said." The Earl of Fury frowned, even so he still respected:

"Duke, I have absolute confidence in you. In history, there have been dwarves allegiance to the knight king, and even dwarf knights who have served several generations of knight kings, but ... tens of thousands of dwarves throughout the Silver Helmet, this too……"

"Don't be so nervous, Eckert." Loren waved his hand and couldn't help laughing: "How much weight do I have? I still have self-knowledge."

Long Aotian, Wang Baqi, backward stickers, horror like this ...

With these golden thighs and protagonist aura, I wouldn't have been so miserable in the past few years. I was summoned by others, and I almost died.

Others get the experience artifact spree after completing the task. Only they are one by one, endless conspiracy traps, mischievous evil gods and time bombs that can blow up at any time.

Comfortable and laid-back, full of pleasant adventures and joyous daily life like online games ... Loren has completely despaired about this in the two years following the old knight Leonardo Turin.

Shaking his head and throwing away his brainy thoughts, Loren rethought his thinking.

"The dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain have lost their fortress, and they cannot afford to recapture the casualties of the fortress-in this case, once they are surrendered by the dwarf's Supreme King, what will happen in the end?"

"It's hard to say, but ..." Eckert raised his eyebrows and hesitated: "At least it's definitely not to help them recapture the fortress, and then hand it back to them-the Supreme King will never give up such a good opportunity to strengthen the cloud Peak strength and control over the various fortresses in the kingdom. "

"So no matter what the outcome is, they will all become prisoners of the Supreme King's rank." Loren shrugged. "At this time, even loyalty to a Duke of Bayern has become a good choice."

The Earl of Fury slightly frowned.

"Maybe they are really lucky, maybe just to rely on Byrne as a means to prevent the Supreme King from dismembering them and use us to overcome the current difficulties." Loren exhaled and slowly raised his eyes:

"Either way, they must be on our side in the next battle to ensure that the independence of the Silver Helmet dwarves is not violated."

"This is why I trust them-not words and promises, but tangible benefits; the conditions that I can offer are those that others cannot or do not want to give, then they must silently bear the price they need to pay."

"No matter how much we have to pay, as long as a dwarf army of Silver Helmets can appear on the battlefield against the centaur, it will be successful ... only by grasping every opportunity can we have hope."

Ike nodded characteristically, pursing his lips tightly.

Of course he knew.

The dwarf who united Silver Helmet Mountain was a joint decision between himself and the Duke. Questioning only hoped that the Duke could treat this matter rationally.

The key to this war is still the Centaur.

According to the Boyi cavalry who sent the trust, the centaur besieged them on the grassland for four days and four nights, and all the deserters, reinforcements, and heavy supply teams were captured and killed by them, leaving nothing left.

Eckert came to a conclusion that the Centaur besieged Boye's main force, but the main energy was focused on preventing them from escaping and the foreign reinforcements.

why?

Centaurs invade the Great Green Sea, and their first goal should be to completely destroy the living forces in the Great Green Sea; the siege is understandable, and the siege does not attack ... This is very puzzling.

Do n’t they understand that as long as this main force of Boe is eliminated, the remaining troops will have no effect on their invasion and occupation of the Great Green Sea? Even if the empire wants to intervene, that is by no means an immediate thing.

Relief around the point? Of course not ... The premise of the surrounding point is that the enemy must be saved. They can eliminate the essence of Boye's power by using their hands now. Is it necessary to place the hunting target on the other corners?

No, of course they are clear, otherwise they will not choose to fight the Varna referendum-what is the reason why the Boi people have not been eliminated after a long time, and the siege is not attacked?

Unless ... they have other purposes.

The silent Eckert looked sideways, glancing at the dark-haired wizard who was facing the map in contemplation.

Loren Turin, who collapsed in the Fortress of Silver Helmet four days ago, has now basically recovered. He can't even see that he has been seriously injured and comatose except for his pale face.

Loren Turin, his own duke ... does he know?

Or maybe he already knew, but he refused to tell others for some reason-just like the Battle of Silver Helmet, not just as simple as it seems.

Just when he hesitated to ask, a Qianli figure passed by him in front of him.

"clang--!"

The white light flashed, and the sharp saber was nailed to the map table; Loren looked up subconsciously, looking at the person behind the knife.

Salika Jonah.

The girl with the braided braid behind her head hugged her shoulders, her expression was unprecedentedly cold, and she even reached the point where she was invincible with Qiancheng City.

"Then, that ... I wanted to stop her ..."

The little wizard with a somewhat disturbed expression followed him, seemingly at a loss as if to sign with someone who was wrong; the dark-haired wizard smiled at her, quietly gesturing to indicate that it was okay, and Ain was relieved. .

"When to set off?"

The Boi girl asked simple and clear questions.

"It is expected to be early in the morning." Loren frowned, looking at Sallyka hesitantly: "This is just the plan of the Baine army. I did not make any request to you, let alone give any order."

"But ... in the battle of Silver Helmet Mountain, the army under your command suffered the most losses, especially the half of the casualties of the Silver Armor, which has seriously affected the combat effectiveness, so ..."

This is also one of the reasons why Lorent avoids Sallyka. In the process of taking over the command of Loren, she almost always leads the way. The cavalry under her command also took over the most critical task of enticing the enemy, and suffered the biggest. Casualties ensured that Eckert ’s tunnel offensive could proceed smoothly.

As a matter of reason, Loren didn't feel that she was qualified to ask her to do anything ... she had only two or three thousand remaining soldiers, and could not play much role in the next battle.

"clang--!"

Another sharp noise attracted everyone in the camp.

The sharp dagger was nailed to the map not far from Loren's hands.

The gritted girl stared at the eyes of the dark-haired sorcerer, her muscular body lying prone on the map table; she endured an angry expression, like a wild hungry wild wolf.

"When to set off?"

It wasn't just saying it from the throat, it was like tearing it between the teeth.

"You don't go with us." Loren said lightly, without looking at the dagger. "The enemy's strength is five times that of ours and there are surpluses. Putting it directly up means death."

"We need reinforcements, and even more bluff, so that after the siege of Boe's main force, the mobile power that was originally not much will be further dispersed."

"Thousand-account City?" Sallyka's face was cold, and she immediately caught the point.

"Not only the Thousand Account City, but also all the soldiers on the road, you must gather them together."

Loren looked at her eyes, and the wolf-like eyes didn't blink: "The army of Byrne will detour east, the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain will go north from the south, you are west ... Only for the enemy ' The fear of being surrounded can only catch their flaws. "

"We have a chance to save 100,000 Boi."

The voice fell and the air was quiet for a second.

"Thousand Account City ... I see."

With a frown, Salika pulled out two sharp blades and turned to leave:

"Leave it to me, rest assured!"

Eckert frowned, looking at the back of the girl's departure; hesitated for a moment and bowed slightly to Loren: "Duke ... Then I will retire for the moment."

The two came out of the camp almost in tandem.

It wasn't until they walked away that Loren's tense face relaxed slightly and he took a breath.

Never mind.

"Loren ... you promised her?"

The little wizard seemed to tentatively ask.

"She's going to eat me, can you still disagree?" Loren rolled his eyes, and Loren flattened his mouth, glancing at Ain who was still nervous: "You told her?"

Negotiations with the dwarves, although the army ’s planned layout is not a secret, but it is not intelligence that anyone can know; it must be someone who “sniffed” with Sallyka, otherwise this careless woman cannot react so quickly.

Refer to the two people one after the other, the answer is already in sight.

"I ... eavesdropped on your conversation with Earl Eckert." Ain's hands were behind his back, beak teeth bit his lower lip, a wronged grievance: "In the beginning, you were just a big liar. , But then I heard that you are leaving Poi, so ... "

"So you think I might abandon Boe and leave with Baine's army?" After a slight pause, Loren couldn't help crying: "I'm so bad in your heart?"

"You were a big bad guy ... a big liar!"

With a slight hum, the little wizard's face was unusually stubborn: "But ... even if you are willing to help her, those knights and nobles of Byrne may not be willing."

Looking at her serious expression, the dark-haired wizard understood.

What Ain was really worried about was that the nobles of Byrne would put pressure on themselves-if all were unanimously opposed, they would not be able to force them to stay; so they could only "force" themselves to promise Sallyka one step before they could hinder Yu's face gave the Bain nobles no opportunity to object.

This is the idea of ​​the little wizard ... simply.

"Her loved ones are gone, and Duke Laszlo Varna may also be gone ... Lorren, except you, she has no one to rely on." Ayin's eyes dimmed and her expression fell a little:

"And I ... I can't do anything, I can only help her in this way-I know we and she may not be friends, but ... I just really want to help her, really."

"I'm not you, Loren; I'm not the arrogant Isaac, I, I may be really useless, no matter what I do, I can only drag you down, sorry ..."

"No! I'm sorry; Ain, you ... you're just too excited!" Loren reached out and stopped the little wizard who was still blaming himself, and looked at her solemnly:

"Ayin, I apologize to you many times, every time you think I'm lying to you but in fact ... that's true."

"We've come this way ... well, in my words I should have met a lot of people since I traversed." Loren sighed and looked at the slightly dull pupil of the little wizard:

"There are bandits at no cost for the treasure;

There are elders who endure sacrifices for perseverance;

A cunning conspirator;

Fanatics with firm beliefs;

A long-term ruler;

Scholars whose ideals are above everything else ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ priests whose beliefs are above everything else;

Eye-catching talents of different generations; those who treat others with sincerity and punish evil and promote good; "

"I deal with all of them carefully. I communicate with them in a cunning, hypocritical, and sincere way; guess what ..." Loren murmured:

"The friendliness of all of them has premises, limits, and prerequisites."

"you have not."

Pressing the head of the little wizard, his silky silky hair made his palm very enjoyable.

"Ayn Rand ... you are my heart."