Chapter 1091: Blood River (14)

For Ouke, war is more like a carnival than a reckless move towards death, so they never hide their own ideas of war.
After Beirut formulated a strategic plan, the entire city of Tyre became uneasy.
First, the increasing number of guards and armored vehicles on the street, and then the massive increase in reports of attacks in the nearby town of "Wild Oak" (a human name for the scattered boys who did not join the various legions), as well as quietly rising prices and increasing entry The peasants avoided by the city all declare a fact.
The war is approaching again.
The hearts of everyone in Tyre hung up, because the blood stains from the last war had not subsided in their hearts, and no one knew what consequences this war would bring.
After all, no matter what the outcome of the war, the future of those who survived is destined to be murky.
They are not only the obedient people under the rule of Ok, but also the cowards in the eyes of their compatriots. The victory of Ok will not reduce their oppression, and the victory of mankind will not bring them more comfort.
When survival becomes the only goal, the selfishness of human nature is magnified infinitely.
But some people are unwilling to do so.
At midnight, there seemed to be whispers of nothing in the deep alleys, and then the doors and windows opened slightly.
In the dark room covered by the curtains, piles of planning and information flowed through the invisible network, and finally ran to the east.
The clamor and tranquility of the two races form a strange balance in the huge city of Tyre, but the storms brewing under it are already enough to swallow everything in the eyes of the mindful.
And the one who is in the eyes of the storm, at the moment, vents his anger in the evening in his private fighting room.
"Looks dear a little unhappy?"
Every time seeing Beirut always makes Camille difficult to breathe.
The posture of this Tyre, who is actually dominating in bright armor and ready to go into battle, is already very shocking, but even more shocking is how he looks after removing his armor and military coat.
His upper body was bare, wearing only a pair of pants and combat boots, and his body was covered with sweat. The warlord was wandering between training dummies made of a pile of rocks.
Training is a unique activity of the Blood Axe Corps. Beirut believes that long-term training can get an invincible army, and this training is not premised on exaggerated casualties. This is also the difference between the Blood Axe Corps and other legions. Important reason.
Although I often witnessed the opponent's appearance in battle, watching Beirut dismantle the one-ton rock dummies piece by piece, Carmel can fully believe that the opponent once exterminated a whole human army. rumor.
She saw such power in that extremely muscular body, and such concentration in her sharp, light red eyes that she began to think about why she had not initially rejected Beiruf.
In any case, he is a killing machine, everything in him is to help him bring death.
But she stared uncontrollably and recorded his hero's body with the camera.
Quel'Sana sat next to her and tilted her head and said:
"Don't you already take a lot of pictures of Beiruf?"
At this time, Bellev pulled the head of the training dummy off, turned around to face the two eagle witches, and Carmelton felt a thrill of excitement spread all over his body.
Quel'Sana didn't think there was anything. Compared to Carmel, who was by Beiruf, who had always been by Grak's side, her nerves had been exercised strong enough.
But since Tyre’s war was over, she rarely got the chance to talk to Grak.
As his documentary, she knew that she had a huge shortage of materials related to the butcher warlord, but in the past year, Grak has been inclined to be alone.
"Grak's bird."
As Beiluf spoke, he walked past them and moved towards the lounge.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, why don't you stay by that guy."
"He doesn't need me."
"No wonder, but I have rarely met you recently, except for her."
Beiruf smiled and took the hip flask from Carmel.
"Are you replaced by another more interesting guy?"
"of course not."
Quel'Sana shook her head. In addition to chatting with Camille, her trip had another purpose.
"Our free movement in Tyre has become more and more difficult, and there are curfew orders, you must have heard."
"Yes."
Beiruf nodded, unscrewed the jug's pot, and sipped it, a movement that caused large sweat beads to roll down his neck.
"I asked, although I didn't pay attention to the specific content."
The taste of the spirit reminded Quel'Sana of the time spent with Grak, the time of recording great victories and wonderful wonders, the butcher also liked drinking very much, and he always had a wave of wine on his body gas.
But then she put aside this nostalgia.
"We were asked to move only in our accommodation areas and palaces, and we needed permission to think of any other areas."
"Who's permission?"
Quelsana shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but we tried to apply and no one has received any response so far."
"That must annoy you."
Beiruf's obvious perfunctory answer annoys Quel'Sana.
"Of course! The war is about to begin. If we can't communicate with the soldiers, we can't record the war. We rarely see them, let alone talk to them."
"Don't you come to me?"
Beiluu smiled and pointed out the flaws in the other party's language, and then trapped his entire body on the fluffy sofa, and then Camille took a wet towel to wipe away the sweat beads on his body.
"Well, that's... the experience with Grak taught me low-key action, although he was never a low-key and submissive warlord."
I noticed that Bellow's eyelids jumped a bit~EbookFREE.me~Quirsana suddenly regretted saying that.
Although the debate that broke out in the Sun Palace was not well known, Quel'Sana, as a recorder near the warlords, naturally understood more than ordinary people.
She knew clearly that Grak was a very annoying guy, and his sharp temper was as dangerous as his axe.
"No matter what."
Quelsana continued.
"Our situation has become so bad that no one talks to us, we can no longer know what is happening, and merchants cannot continue their transactions."
"We are preparing to fight."
Beiruf said, putting down the jug in his hand and looking directly into her eyes.
"All the troops are moving towards a meeting point. Several legions will fight side by side. This will be a complicated battle. I am the highest command of this war. You must act with caution. You also know how many shrimps there are in this ghost place. It's a matter of ventilation."
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