Chapter 1092: Blood River (15)

Quelsana didn't agree with Beiruf's statement, she shook her head and said softly:
"But the actions of the Goff Corps are unusual, and I believe you have also discovered that there are also large-scale attacks on civilians."
"He is that virtue, I have my own arrangement."
"No, it's more than that, and I know Grak enough, so I know you don't believe it's just that."
"Is it?"
Beirut straightened his waist and roared and asked:
"You think you know Grak so much?"
"Enough to understand, sir."
Quirsana answered firmly.
"Enough! Graco doesn't look so brainless and barbaric at all. It's just a mask of him. He has a heavy mind. Not everyone can see this, but the fact is...you know. "
"Is it?"
"It's all dying, there's no need to be angry for a muscular monster."
Camel said this, and Beiruf's expression suddenly relaxed. He turned his gaze to one side, but it was still difficult to hide the anger in his chest.
That grumpy Grak has always been a trouble. His best is to dare to express his thoughts unabashedly, and to say those unpleasant but unavoidable things.
More importantly, it was Guk who blessed him.
"A recorder I know was killed, Mina, she has been following Lame."
Quel'Sana continued, unwilling to give up because of Beiruf's silence,
"She, like me, is recording everything that happened to Tyre under your rule. She was angry at the massacre on the 19th farm, so she wrote it down... She was angry at many things, and from Not afraid to discuss those things, now she is dead, and not
only one. "
"Not just her? Who else?"
"Lol, the unbearably noisy little guy, they said she was closer to the guard chief Chalkin than anyone else, and now that she is no longer there, I don't think she is going back to the Flame Plateau."
Beluf's eyelids jumped. He knew that Quel'Sana was talking about a recorder next to the guard leader. She was an annoying elf. It was hard to imagine how a guy like Chalkin could endure her.
On the other hand, most of these recorders are controlled by Carmel by various means. They are also the equivalent of Beiruf's eyes and ears, monitoring the movements of various warlords at any time.
Now, such an eye is blind, and it is in this time, it is very interesting.
"I remember her, but you should be more careful when speaking. You have to make it clear what you are suggesting."
Quel'Sana was not suppressed by Beiruf's gaze.
"I think those recorders are being murdered."
Quel'Sana is a skinny Hawk Banshee, but now she is facing a Ok warlord without fear, saying something that the warlord doesn't like to listen to, Carmel has never met herself like she is now. I am proud of this person.
After talking about those, Quel'Sana stopped, giving Beiruf enough time to refute what she claimed, and remind him that some kind of unimaginable storm was brewing in the darkness.
But after a minute, Beiruf said nothing.
Quel'Sana's mood suddenly became heavy.
"I have read countless similar scenarios."
She deserves to continue.
"For example, in the chronicles, the first thing those tyrants did was kill all those who questioned their tyranny. Listen to me. The fall of the monarchy started when the suspicion disappeared, and Now the same thing is happening here."
"Your words are out of the ordinary, Grak's bird, we never have any shrimp monarchy, even if there is... it should not be here.
Belluf said slowly in a rare calm tone:
"I'm in a war now, there are already enough enemies, you don't need to look for new ones...it's dangerous for you, you won't like what you find in the end, I don't want to see you all die It’s not good for anyone here."
"Now you are preaching to me, Master Belluff."
Quirsana sighed.
"Too many things have changed, like you are no longer just a warrior, right?"
"And you are not just a bird?"
"I think so, a recorder should faithfully record everything he has witnessed, isn't he? He won't look for loopholes in it, will not spread rumors, but there are... other things."
"whats the matter?"
"Quelsana."
Carmel suddenly entered with a warning tone, but the other party did not intend to stop.
"Okay, Carmel, I know what I saw."
"What do you see?"
Beirut continued to question.
"lie."
Quirsana answered in a low voice.
"One day Grak found a creature outside the wilderness, a creature from the void... somehow, that thing like a ray has the ability to resurrect human corpses, that's also my fault, that's... that's witchcraft, grid Lak should have killed it, but when he found this
After the creature came from the direction of human beings, it was released. "
"how come?"
"I have no reasonable explanation about this part."
"Well, what do you think happened?"
Quel'Sana looked at Carmel. Apparently the other party wanted him to stop saying anything, but she continued.
"When you defeat your enemy, you use your gun, but Grak doesn't like the gun. He thinks that thing is too inefficient. I...I think he intends to use this creature."
"What do you do with it?"
"Kill all humans in Tyre..."
"This is impossible!"
Beirut stood up with a thud, and the towel draped over him fell to the ground.
"He may be a lunatic, but it is by no means a neuropathy. What good are the corpses of the city? He is still moving corpses!"
"in case……"
Quel'sana lowered her head, her hair covered her face, and said quietly:
"Isn't he the one who ordered?"
"I... I don't believe it."
Upon hearing this, Beiruf also understood what the other party was suggesting, and suddenly sat back on the sofa, shaking his head.
"Believe, dear?"
Carmel shook his head with a pale smile.
"Perhaps'believing' itself is the biggest lie... long ago, ancient philosophers tried to explain the stars in the sky and the world around them. One of them suggested that the universe was contained in huge glass spheres, and by A huge machine controls this
This explains the movement of the stars. People laughed at him, saying that such a machine would be so big, and so noisy, everyone should be able to hear it, and the philosopher simply replied that each of us Born surrounded by this huge noise, we have been
I was used to this voice, so I could not hear it at all. "
After Beiluf heard nothing, the two Hawks could only follow silence, and the frozen atmosphere continued for ten minutes.
"I guessed from the attitude of Chalkin's bastard."
In the end, Bellev took a deep breath and said,
"He also obeyed the order."
"The key is when the order was issued, a few days ago, or a few weeks ago?"
"It doesn't matter."
Beiruf's words were calm and firm.
"Then we have to do something, we have to figure out what happened in the city of Tyre, and stop it... We can resist it, my dear, we have you, we have a huge army, and we have no reason-- "
What interrupted Carmel was the sound of the door being knocked open, and the heavy footsteps of the metal stepping on the metal.
Quel'Sana realized that it was a huge Oak before the incredibly large shadow enveloped her.
She turned around and saw Grak, who was wearing a scarlet armor, standing behind her, his face clouded with anger, as if anger was flowing from him.
"My bird."
He said word by word:
"You really love flying around."
"I invited her to come."
Beirut stood up and talked to Grak equally. Carmel could not imagine how courageous it would be to confront such a butcher.
"Maybe you still don't understand my temper, Bellev."
Grak's hoarse and low voice sounded like the magma tumbling before the volcano erupted, and the corners of his eyes began to twitch habitually, and Quel'Sana knew that it was a sign that the other party was about to control her anger.
"Don't touch anything I touch, don't think about it, my boy, you should understand this most. I can't allow any exceptions."
"Then I said straightly that you should not come or deserve this place. This is my territory. If you let you go, you have to go."
Beiruf and Grak stood face to face, their fangs almost sticking together. In the moment that made her dizzy, Quel'Sana felt that Grak was almost going to shoot Beiruv.
"We are all working for the boss, Grak."
Beirut was the first to speak in a tense voice.
"Without those shrimps and birds, the war will not be so smooth."
"Shrimp and birds will not fight, they will only ask and complain. When the war is over, they will use bones to decorate my cart. Until then, they are not part of the war."
"You are wrong, and you know you are wrong, the boss arranged for us here, certainly not to let us fight blindly."
"Boss?"
Grak waved towards the door.
"He is far away from here."
Twelve boys of the Goff Corps walked into the training room. Their bodies were unusually tall and their muscles were extremely developed, far exceeding those of the Blood Axe Corps who poured in next to him.
"Follow me!"
After confirming that no one would intervene again, Grakma came forward.
Quel'Sana tried to avoid him, but he moved quickly and was strong, grabbing her collar by the blink of an eye and dragging her towards the door.
"Let... let me go! I will go by myself!"
Beirut saw Camille's eyes, but he couldn't act unless he was really fighting with Grak.
But with everything he knows today~EbookFREE.me~ he can't be sure if he really started, whether Chalkin and Lame are still on his side.
"Admiral Belluf."
When Quel'Sana was escorted from the training room, she shouted:
"If you want to learn more, think about what failed the second Aswan War!"
She crossed the heavy figure and saw Beiruf, who was like a beast imprisoned, ready to go.
As the training room door slammed shut, Quel'Sana stopped struggling, and Grake let go.
"Annoying, it hurts!"
Quel'sana rubbed her shoulders and glared at Gluck. The other side shrugged and then drew with her right hand, holding her against her shoulder.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
Immediately, the Hawkgirl screamed again, and then she almost screamed all the way until she left the palace and stopped. _