Chapter 1090: Blood River (13)

At first, the progress of the war was very smooth, but after learning that Grak would only lead half of the boys out, Beiruf felt a trace of strangeness.
But he couldn't tell the arrogant guy how to fight, and he didn't want to rashly clash with the bastard.
And even if there is a conflict, he hopes that he has more allies, so that the odds of winning will be greater.
So he looked for an opportunity and secretly interviewed Chalkin.
Not just for Grak.
After circling in the Sun Palace for ten minutes, Beiruf found Chalkin in the protruding observation vault of the royal garden minaret. From this transparent glass dome, you can look out over the lush green farmland outside the city of Tyre .
Those farmlands are also "reserved land" for human beings, protected by the Blood Axe Legion, at the cost of corresponding industrial products and weapons and ammunition.
A very good deal, at least what Beirut thinks.
This silent and dark vault is the perfect place for thinking and recollection, and Chalkin is obviously out of place in it. His temperament and strength are like a prisoner beast ready to go.
"Beluff."
Before he had fully entered the vault, Chalkin said in advance:
"You summoned me here?"
"Yes."
"why?"
"Grak."
Beiruf stood at a distance of ten meters from the other side and stated the issue directly.
Chalkin just snorted recklessly.
"I don't care about the broken things between you, I'm only responsible for what the overlord has told me, and it's not my turn."
"Even if he was about to fight, he only took half of the kid?"
"what."
Chalkin sighed and turned to stare at Beiruf in a black marshal suit.
"So it turns out, you plan to tell me the truth? Bellev, you don't need to care about it at all. Everyone knows that Grak is a bastard, but no one can change him. The overlord may be able, but you can't."
"Maybe I can try it."
"What to try? Do you want to fight him first, or is the identity of the beast making you float a little?"
"I'm not here to argue about power and boundaries,"
Beiruf immediately changed his mouth, he already felt that he gradually lost the initiative in this conversation.
"Then why? I have troops to command, and there is no time to waste on meaningless nonsense."
"I called you because I needed an answer about Grak's behavior."
Beiruf said, throwing the black and white photo he got from the Hawks on the ground made of colorful bricks on the observation vault.
Chalkin leaned over to pick up the photos.
In the hands of the guard leader, it looked as small as a playing card.
In the photo, the boy of the Goff Corps is burning the farmland, blowing up the houses, and slaughtering the people. There are also a few photos of the guards. They are carrying a large number of boys in a certain direction. Most of the boys are equipped with primitives, obviously new boys from the sinister wasteland.
"Oh, so you still have a little voyeurism? I remember fart best."
After a few glances, Chalkin let go of his hands and let the photos fall on the ground.
"Don't tell me this kind of fart, Chalkin, give me some answers first, I know these, and you know."
"Ha, you don't know anything."
Chalkin sneered:
"Overlord has his own plan."
"Plan? Does this plan also include the slaughter of these dried shrimps? They are useful. Look at how many guns, tanks, and armored vehicles we have these days. These things can be provided by humans, and they are very efficient. Do you understand? ,effectiveness!"
"effectiveness?"
Chalkin laughed again.
"Do you really care about those shrimps? They are inferior creatures, Bellev, they are under us, you keep them only to make them want to overwhelm us with all kinds of bad lies and conspiracies, don't you Do you know they have been resisting?"
"So is it true that Grak has repeatedly violated my orders?"
"You know, he can't control his boy. You can teach him for him. Grak must have nothing to say."
"Well."
Beiruf tried hard to suppress his anger.
"Why did you bring so many kids around here?"
As soon as he spoke, Chalkin strode across the distance between the two ends of the observation vault and came to him.
"It's none of your business!"
"This is where I manage!"
Beirut shouted hard:
"This is a matter of fart thing!"
"That's no longer the case now."
Beiruf felt his anger rise, and his hands clenched into furious fists.
Chalkin immediately noticed the other party's emotional changes and took a step back.
"Do you want to solve this matter in a kid's way?"
"Do not."
Beiruf gritted his teeth and said.
"No matter what happens, you still represent the overlord, and I will not shoot you."
"well."
Chalkin nodded.
"You haven't been stunned by that bird and shrimp's rhetoric. In any case, if you really want to see swordsmen and soldiers, do you really think you can beat me?"
Beirut ignored the provocation.
"So my question?"
"All of our behaviors are only reported to the overlord. You better remember this... In fact, you have already got all the answers you want. Don’t think about it. This is just a normal transfer. The overlord needs recruits. We It’s just to get some guys who can fight."
"Some boys? I think the number is not some, and the overlord is far away from here, there is no need to recruit troops from such a far away place!"
"enough!"
Chalkin snapped loudly:
"The overlord's plan has his own reasons, and it is not your turn to pick and choose."
"The boss appointed me as a beast, and I have the power to plan this war. I will continue whether or not you match with Grak."
"I never objected to you."
"But Grak wants to kill all the shrimps, which will make the war very long, and the overlord has taught me what compromise is."
"The proper association ruined us, Bellev."
The Blood Axe Warlord shook his head.
"We are in so much trouble because a guy like you is too stubborn to understand compromise."
"After the boss has completely solved the trouble there~EbookFREE.me~ this situation will be over. Compromising with Xiami is never the choice we should make."
"I don't think so."
Beirut snarled and turned away from Chalkin.
"If you can't even believe the overlord, you will be out of luck."
Behind him, Chalkin assured.
"maybe."
Beiruf answered without looking back:
"I will not change my approach. Those who do not resist will not do it. I will not do it here, nor anywhere else."
Behind him, Chalkin’s face was gradually obscured by the shadows of the evening. Two pairs of eyes like smoldering coal stared at Beirut straight under the rugged brow bones, and then a subtle flutter followed. self-mumbling.
"However, they will still die..."
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