Chapter 109: Chaman Rumba

Chapter 109 Chaman Rumba
"Okay, he woke up..."
Tyres woke up in a chaotic crowd and saw Ramon's big nose in the blink of an eye.
What happened just now?
The magic gun shot me...
Is it a "out of control"?
He gasped, and Ramon was squeezed away from the field of vision, and then squeezed in the face of Putile, the anxious expression of Wyatt, and the half face under the cloak of Edda.
"What?" Taylor said weakly.
"Let's let go, let go! Respect the doctor!" Ramon's dissatisfied voice came from the side: "Give us an open space! Your Highness needs further inspection!"
The three faces in the field of vision disappeared and Ramon’s big nose reappeared.
"How am I?" Tells felt his body and asked softly.
"You are very good now. In fact, most people don't have the vitality and resilience of you..." Ramon frowned and said: "But your body..."
"Well," Taylors interrupted him, struggling to sit up, moving his right arm and observing the surroundings: "Now is not the time to say this."
Ramon clearly felt the abnormality of his body... but how can he talk in this place?
But Ramon seemed to refuse to give up, and his next sentence made Tyres clench his fist.
"Listen, Your Royal Highness," Ramon bandaged the shoulder he had just injured in the melee, biting his teeth and whispering: "Others may not know, but I can feel it: those magic guns are not shots." And...but what did you move to make them out of order..."
what?
Taylors tried to control his own horror and not let himself be too surprised.
What did he know?
"I don't know what you are talking about." Taylors replied politely: "I should be up... tell them that the prince is fine."
But Ramon is still dissatisfied and screaming: "Whatever the power or what... Look at their reaction, I guess this is not something that everyone knows, but it doesn't matter, I have no interest in your secret, only a little……"
He bowed his head and said: "I will let me go after crossing the border. I will never take part in your journey! Otherwise..."
"How else?" Tyres turned his head and glared at him: "Use your power to bring me back to life?"
Ramon glimpsed.
"You are not a doctor, Ramon," Tyres whispered coldly: "Yes, I know this clearly: what you use to cure people is another force..."
"I guess this is not something that everyone knows, isn't it?" He looked at Ramon's incredible expression and ordered his forehead.
"We will talk about it later."
Taylor stood up and left the blind Ramon.
The magical guns in the distance have been evacuated. The Anger Guard is packing up the battlefield and tying the comrades' corpses to the ropes. Everyone has sadness and anger on their faces.
Damn it.
Tyres sighed and clenched his fist: If this is what I will face in the future...
Damn it.
He looked up and Exeter's military camp was close at hand.
"What happened?" Taylors struggled to go to Putier and waved his hand to signal that he was fine: "The Exeter... let us go?"
"They retreated after the first failure," Putile frowned and looked at Tyres: "Are you sure you are okay?"
"I'm fine, just just taking off... It feels good now." Taylors is unquestionable.
"What exactly is the magic gun?" Taylors grabbed his chest and asked with a lingering heart.
"The powerful weapon of siege and defending the city," Putilla shook his head: "But every shot is expensive, the source is rare, and the efficiency is low."
Do not.
wrong.
It's not that simple—from that weird name to the mysterious way of working.
Tyres secretly said.
"Excuse me, Your Highness, are you really okay? You just stopped breathing..." Wyah shook her head worriedly and walked over to him.
"I said, I am fine now." Taylors interrupted him coldly: "We have more important things to do."
Wyah frowned.
This is the secret I have to keep.
Sorry.
Tyres raised his head with an apology to Wyatt and looked ahead.
"What is that?" Taylors narrowed his eyes.
Not far ahead, the scarred Arak is glaring at the gray helmet knight riding on the horse.
"One of Exeter's 'five wars', the leader of the legendary anti-magic armed 'Rising Sun Knife'," Putilai said with enthusiasm: "The Knight of the Fire, Roma Tulleha."
"Lumba sent him alone, it seems to be to talk about," Putilla shook his head: "If Lombard is really crazy, we must kill us all, why halfway?"
Yes.
After all, Lombard has no reason to kill me.
Then why...
"But we have already reached this point," Putilla said slowly: "I can't look back."
Tyres nodded lightly.
"You are His Royal Highness?" Tulleha saw Teres far away.
"In the next Romford Tulha," the gray helmeted knight watched Arak with vigilance and slowly said: "Master Chaman Rumba invites you to meet with him."
Tyres sighed and strode forward.
"Black Sand Grand Duke... I thought he would be more friendly," Tyres looked around and looked at the scorching corpses on the ground and the bruised soldiers and members of the mission, forcing his dissatisfaction: "not in After killing most of us, we will make an invitation again."
Tulleha looked up and looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance.
"If you have any opinions, you can ask the Dagong himself," the fire knight's eyes under the gray helmet are sharp and profound: "I am only responsible for bringing you to him."
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the ruthless Arak was striding toward Tulleha: "Have you forgotten something? Exeter?"
The wrath of the kingdom contains anger.
"If you are, Araca, go back," Tulleha looked at the anger of the unseen kingdom and turned the horse's head: "Dagong does not welcome you...either you or your guard."
"You just came to the prince, isn't it?"
"Lumba doesn't welcome me, what a joke?" Arakah said wickedly: "His brother died in his hands, and his father died in my hands. - With this in common, we should be very happy." Correct."
Tyres frowned.
"Especially, I killed so many soldiers, he also killed so many soldiers..." Arakah said: "We will definitely become 'good friends.'"
"The battle is over, you can't change its results." Tulleha answered without hesitation, as if he had become accustomed to the other's provocation: "The dead of the war is worth remembering, but the living cannot forget his mission."
"What is your mission? Arak?"
Arakka bowed his head and looked at a telescope that was tied to a temporary tow. The fists became tighter and tighter.
"You are very brave, but your mission has been completed." Tulleha looked at his opponent coldly: "You should be thankful, we did not take the opportunity to rob the bow."
"Why don't you try it?" Araka fiercely grabbed the bow and placed one of them in the snow: "You brought the knife anyway, don't you?"
"One day, I will," Tulleha said, and he shook his head: "But not now."
"One day," he whispered: "We will liquidate all the blood debts of each other."
Arakah stared at him with a sneer.
"His Royal Highness?" Tulleha didn't look at Arak again. He nodded slightly and immediately reached out to the barracks.
Taylor looked at Putile, who gave him a supportive look.
"I don't think we have any other choices, are you?" Taylors looked at the Gray Helmet, who smiled at him.
"Well," Tyres looked at the wolf's battlefield, spit out a sigh of relief and walked forward: "Let's go see the organizer of the welcoming ceremony."
Tyres looked at the Arak, whose expression was indistinguishable: "Thank you, Baron Mu."
"And yours...the wrath of the kingdom," said Tyres, hesitating.
Arak did not respond, he just silently watched his guards pack up the battlefield.
Tyres sighed and bowed. He turned and walked toward the military camp.
Putile first caught up with Thales, followed by Wyatt and Rolf, and Edda looked at the surrounding bodies and walked to the rear of the team.
Wei Luofu supported Jenard, and Ramon followed the disappointment of several soldiers.
"child!"
Taylors turned back in surprise,
I saw it on the snow, and Arak lowered his head and inserted the unmoving bow back into his back.
"The soldiers under my command, including your mission, have died more than half," the kingdom's wrath said quietly: "Just send you here."
Araka Mu looked up and looked at the emotions that Tells couldn't understand:
"Don't let them die in white."
Taylors a glimpse.
But the wrath of the kingdom has turned.
Araka grabbed a rope, dragged the remains of four or five soldiers, and walked back to the road without looking back.
Behind him is the only remaining anger guards, and the bodies of their comrades who are dragged in the snow by their tied ropes, or complete or incomplete.
The back is lonely.

The Exeter military camp was wild and rough, and the camp wall was simply built from the trunk of the big needle forest that was cut from the side. The tents where the soldiers rested were set up with thick branches, but in comparison, let Tyres is impressed by the people of Exeter.
They are too "passionate".
Taylors even suspected that if there wasn't Tulleha taking the horse and leading the way, the Exeter people would have to come up.
The Exeter soldiers who stood guard were staring badly at a planet Chen, and even a sentinel spit sullenly under his feet.
A team of cavalrymen who had just returned to the camp passed by them, watching their flag of high stars and making a provocative laugh at them.
"Go back, the South is awkward," a Dexter soldier who focused on A and the big sword yelled at the mission in disgust: "Northland does not welcome imperial people!"
"Although do your empire dream!" A man with a red upper body sitting on the fire and rubbing a huge axe licking his chest, roared: "The first thing we have to spit out our territory! The North is only Northern people!"
"They killed our prince, but let a child come to seek peace!" They walked over the circle of soldiers sitting on the left side, and a leading soldier pointed at the group and said: "This is the shamelessness of the 'empire'. !"
The people around them should be angry and glaring at them.
"Do you know why?" The soldier said loudly: "Because their men all over the country, we were killed by us twelve years ago!"
The people around him burst into laughter and echoed him: "Let them send a princess!"
"The little boy is also a success," a soldier ridiculed: "As long as it is beautiful enough - we don't care about the front or the back!"
Another burst of laughter.
"I should be surprised," Taylors looked up and sighed. "Or, is this the way the Exeter says 'hello' to the stars?"
"Don't be surprised, Your Royal Highness," Putile easily confronted the stiffer tel:
"For more than 600 years since the founding of the People's Republic, the relationship between Stars and Exeter has always been poor. Whether the history of the Empire or the competition in the Westland is enough to be the reason for our hostility - the Cold Fort is what we were four hundred years ago. Exeter grabbed it."
"History has produced hatred at the earliest, and hatred has once again written history."
Putilai sighed:
"Only the mainland war can make us forget the feelings of each other for a short time, and fight side by side rarely. In the third civil war, the hero Sara and the swearing king, Midier, are friends, together with the prophet Kai Peng of the Conmas Alliance. Working together to fight the expeditionary forces in the East, but unfortunately, they finally broke their eyes, and the rare opportunities for the dragon and the stars were lost."
"But here is a military camp. Other places will be much better. Many people in the Northland don't care about things that are nothing," Wyatt nodded. "The civilians who are rushing for life and the soldiers who have blood-stained are not the same."
"They call us "Imperial Man", why?" Tyres frowned and asked: "Isn't the empire finally a history of more than 600 years ago? Even if there is real hatred, it goes back more than a thousand years ago. Isn't the ancient empire?"
"This is their irony to us." Putila shook his head and his expression was complicated: "The stars have always been proud of the blood and inheritance of the empire, but unfortunately, the impression that the empire left the world is not good."
"Not only the northern people, the thorny kingdom of Ellenbia, the Anlenzo Principality of the Dragon Kiss Basin, the people there are equally uncomfortable with us, and whenever there is a need - such as war, this generation is passed down from generation to generation. The ancient emotions will be rendered and enlarged, which is much more effective than increasing the soldiers’ rewards."
empire.
Imperial people.
Tyres sighed and hid this information into his mind.
"Speaking of this, the recruitment and mobilization of more than 10,000 people is almost the limit of the black sand collar." Putilai looked at the dense military camp in front of him: "I think the supply and expenses of Lombard are also enough, and the black sand collar is not rich. The place."
"For the North. They must have been planning for a long time and it is very expensive."
The stars finally followed Tulleha and walked over to a huge tent.
Already waiting for a tall aristocrat in front of the tent to come forward and nodded to Tulleha.
The tall aristocrat yelled at Tyres: "Is this the lord of Tyres? I met for the first time. I am Lhasa Cambida."
"The Viscount of the Kingdom of Exeter, the land is located in the city of Munden in the Black Sands."
"Please let the rest of the group follow me to rest, as for Your Royal Highness," Viscount Kambida nodded and looked at Tyres: "Great justice is waiting for your visit."
Tyres brows a pick.
"This is a separate meeting," Cambida glanced at Taylors. "Black sand leads the prince and the prince of the stars."
"Don't worry," Viscount Kambida raised his hand and stopped Putty and Wyah, who wanted to say something. The tone was firm: "His Royal Highness is already here, at least until he reaches the Dragon City and sees His Majesty, he does not. There will be things."
Taylor sighed softly and made a smile: "I think we still don't have much choice, aren't we?"
"Do you know, Your Highness, I suddenly figured it out." Putilai silently said, his eyes were full of light: "Lombard is not crazy."
Taylor's heart moved.
Cambida frowned and made a "please" gesture to Tyres.

Dagong’s tent is tall and spacious, but not bright. The floor is covered with thick carpets and embroidered with powerful iron fists.
Sitting at the thick table full of food, a man with a rough description, about forty years old, gray-haired, with a chin on his chin, dressed in a fine chain of iron rings, is chewing on the table. a plate of barbecue.
An iron brazier burns on one side, making the man's face more mysterious.
Taylors noticed that a sword with a leather scabbard was polished and placed on the table.
He calmly looked at the actual ruler of the black sand collar, Grand Duke Chaman Lombard.
When Rumba sent a group of barbecue to his mouth, he fixedly looked at him and made Taylors uncomfortable.
"You are more calm than I thought."
Dagong slows down.
Tyres sighed.
"Maybe," he went to the table and climbed into the chair and sat down: "But in the face of the enemy who owes me hundreds of human blood, I can't think of any other expressions... even anger is redundant."
Rumba picked up a wooden wine glass and rushed it into his mouth, and the throat was constantly squirming in swallowing.
Dagong put down the wine glass, wiped the effluent from the back of his left hand, grabbed a piece of hind leg meat, and took a bite.
"According to the news from the stars... you really don't look like a child who is only seven years old."
"When life is not easy, you have to learn to mature earlier." Taylor shrugged.
"Eat, good venison," Rumba pushed a plate of roasted meat: "The prince of the stars can't starve to death in my military camp."
Taylor looked at the rude barbecue and frowned.
"You are very kind, the reverse shock is indeed beyond my expectations," Lombard said coldly:
"Who is this decision? Maybe I should reward him so much that I have been ruined for several years."
"You." Taylors pulled the plate in front of him, pulled out the dagger without lifting his head, and began to cut the meat.
Rumba brows up.
"This is your decision, Lord Dagong," Tyres cut the venison and calmly said: "You killed half of us on the first day of my exit to the Exeter border... forcing us You can only choose one that is most unfavorable to you."
"You stand here every day to see the opposite fortress, how long has it been? Two weeks? Three weeks?"
"I guess, more than 10,000 people's supplies and food and shelter are not good to maintain?" Taylor shrugged: "I am really worried about the black sand collar."
He picked up a piece of thumb-sized venison and sent it into his mouth.
tasty.
Rumba no longer eats and drinks, he looks straight at Tells, his eyes are full of color.
"You know," Dagong slowly said: "I was going to leave your life. It is enough to kill only those around you."
Tyres frowned.
His venison is not well cut.
"But we met the Magic Guns... that level of attack," Tyres snorted and he began to cut a piece of meat: "I want my life."
"That was an accident." Lombard was faint.
"Unexpectedly..." Taylors was smirked, and he put down his dagger: "You put the magic gun..."
But he immediately glimpsed.
and many more.
Putilai said, Rumba did not go mad.
so……
Taylor looked at Lombard.
Could it be that.
"Is that an accident?" Tyres asked incredulously.
"It was an accident." Rumba put his arms on the table and his eyes burned.
Taylor closed his eyes and spit out a deep breath.
Half awkward.
"You didn't send a magical gun force." Taylors opened his eyes and was sure.
"I didn't." Rumba put down his glass and shook his head slowly.
"You have no intention of killing me." Taylors continued.
"I didn't." Lombard looked burning.
Tyres clenched his teeth.
"It turns out." He exhaled and laughed out: "The commander of the magical guns, and others."
Rumba has no reason to kill himself from start to finish.
The Magic Guns are even more uncontrollable weapons of destruction... He is stupid and will not use this to deal with me.
Tyres sighed.
Rumba buckled the venison wooden plate and pulled it in front of him, grabbing a piece of meat.
"You are much smarter than I thought." Rumba's face was ugly. He put the meat into his mouth and looked at him with a slight look: "You understand why we met here."
"Yeah, I understand." Tyres wiped the dagger with his sleeve and reinsed it back into his waist. He sighed: "I just didn't think of it, the famous sand, the magic gun The troops were actually easily defrauded of command."
Rumba suppressed the anger: "The officer is Hardy. He has been training my magical guns since three years ago, and the commander of the army fell ill in bed this morning. He is only temporarily responsible."
"How is he?" Taylors said quietly.
"After the retreat blew, he still ordered a second firing, but immediately there were soldiers questioning his orders," Lombard said sullenly: "Haddy immediately committed suicide without hesitation... We are still checking his behind-the-scenes ""
"This also explains why just one shot, you rushed to retreat the military number." Tyres sneered: "Even the command can fail... Sorry, I really don't know what expression to use at this time."

Grandpa Rumba clenched his lips and said nothing.
"Their goal should be to kill me by your hand, or to use your death to calculate you." Taylors snorted: "I think the latter is mostly, my enemies are at home."
"When you stand taller," Lombard silently said: "The more the enemy will be."
"So, the sudden accident has also made you dismiss the plan," Taylors snorted. "Are you supposed to humiliately capture me and see if the fortress will be shaken?"
silence.
Rumba opened the rye bottle next to it and filled it with its empty glass.
"I hate to say this, but King Kaiser has made a good move, and he pushed you out," said the Grandpa of Lombard: "When you step into my military camp, I will never be able to take the fortress and the north." The situation is over."
"And his vows in the Fuxing Palace, if you use the ownership of the kingship to create a pair of armor for you," Lombard picked up the glass and silently said: "If you die in Exeter, no matter who does it, The black sand collar that borders will only suffer."
"So, once you find that you can't take the Broken Dragon Fortress, and you find that someone is watching you from the side, you immediately change your posture and want to draw me up?" Tyres coldly.
Lenba poured a sip of wine with a blank expression, saying: "Katherel's vows have dispelled some people's thoughts about your life, but they also evoked the ambition of another part of people to take your life."
"Today's magic gun is just the beginning - we have a common enemy lurking in the dark, whether it is for the king of Exeter, or the throne of the stars," the voice of the black sand lord is steady and solemn: "You step into Exeter, from the moment we step into the North, our interests are tied together."
"Yeah," Tyres lowered his head, his voice steady and indifferent: "I am dead in Exeter, which is not a good thing for both of us."
"I will allocate 2,000 people, led by Campida, my most trusted minister, to you to Longyan City." The expression of the Grand Duke of Lombard is softer. "You will go directly to the territory of the Walton family." - The king's messenger is already waiting for you."
"But my people died on the battlefield. They were in front of me, were knives, swords, and pierced by spears." Taylors looked up and his face was dark: "Your people are also us." I have done a lot."
Rumba closed his eyes and indulged for a moment.
Tyres stared at him blankly.
"Those warriors... neither my soldiers nor your subordinates will die in white, they will die," Lombard opened his eyes. "Because of their dedication, we can understand each other and be able to sit here, hard to The future fate of the two countries makes a choice... even if it is extremely difficult."
"We are not enemies. The hostility on the battlefield is only forced by the situation," Lombard said softly. "For the sake of the future, for such a bloodlessness that no longer occurs today, we should abandon the hatred of the past. This is what it should be."
"The war is for peace, isn't it?"
Taylors suddenly smiled.
"Say well, Lord Dagong." He smiled unconsciously: "There is no eternal enemy, only eternal interest."
"As you said, from this moment on, we have no reason to be enemies." Dagong nodded and raised his glass. "You ate my venison, according to the custom of the Northland, it was my guest."
"This is a good rye wine," Rumba pushed the glass over and looked deep: "And according to the customs of the North, drinking the same glass of wine, we are allies."
"From manpower, intelligence, resources to financial resources, I will provide you with all the conveniences in Exeter, and our enemies will not have any chance." Lombard nodded. "Until you leave Exeter, return to the stars." ""
"Even until you have a day..."
Rumba reveals a strange look: "Galva is king."
silence.
Taylors once again revealed an unknown smile.
"Do you say the same to the Duke of Arunde in the North, Lord Dagong," His Royal Highness sighed with a smile, and smiled: "For the throne of the stars and the dragon?"
"He came to me," Chaman Lenba looked deep: "Wall Allende, he is a visionary, responsible hero, dare to take the step that many people can't think of - even if it is A road that is not understood."
"We - the stars and the dragons have been hostile for too many years, and the blade and the shield should not be so related," Lombard leaned back on the chair, and the fire reflected his persevering and cold face: "Hero Nakaru I and 'Revival The king of 'Monmond I was a good friend, and the hero Sarah and the 'King of Oath' Midir IV are the brothers of life and death - the kingdom of Exeter and the Kingdom of Stars, we will work together, we will be able to End the meaningless wars and conflicts."
Work together.
End the war and conflict?
The scene of the battlefield emerged from the eyes of Taylors.
The soldiers of Exeter and the stars rushed to each other like beasts.
Alaka roared to kill the enemies one after another, let them mourn on the ground.
Countless anger guard soldiers rushed to the sides of Arak.
Many warriors who were pierced by sharp blades and unable to fall to the ground.
And finally, the last hand, Arak, dragging his body, and leaving with the survivors, the back of the kingdom's wrath.
"Do not."
Taylors looked up and was cold and authentic.
Dagong showed a different color. He raised his eyebrows and fixedly looked at Tyres.
"Wal Allende, he is not a hero, but a poor worm living in his own imagination," the second prince said blankly: "War can't bring peace, death can't pay back life."
"And hatred and anger, it will not disappear because of the coronation of the two kings."
Dagong put his hands together and his face did not change: "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Tyres wiped his dagger with his sleeve and re-inserted into his waist, not carelessly saying: "What you said is like farting."
Grandpa of Lombard is gloomy.
"Do you know, you are on a dangerous journey," Dagong said with a poor face: "And what you are doing now is to reject a powerful ally who can bring you great benefits, security and even the throne."
"My experience tells me to be cautious about those who want to be your allies, no matter how sweet they are, sincerely," Taylor looked at Lombard, looking at each other's expression slowly becoming gloomy, he faintly said: "And I can't believe you, Lord Chaman Rumba."
"Why," Chaman leaned forward and his face looked cloudy under the swaying fire: "Just because you have killed so many people?"
"Not only that."
"Because of the death and sacrifice of your opponents, the kind of indifferent and hypocritical coldness," Tyres said coldly: "With your alliance, our covenant is destined to betray, and it is possible to obtain a covenant compared to the implementation of the covenant. The interests of me, I can say with certainty that when the covenant breaks down, the losses will far exceed the benefits I have obtained."
"And I am deeply touched by this."
Rumba's eyes began to become cold and terrible.
"And, I hate what you said," Taylors remembered the back of Arak, and shook his head and shook his head: "The people on the battlefield... They were originally killed for your own lust."
"And the ‘death is the place’ ‘the war is for peace’,
said Tyres, grabbing the glass and sneer,
Let you leave it to yourself.

silence.
"At first I thought you were mature and have a mind that transcends age." Rumba snorted and said in a bad tone: "You are acting like a child now."
"That's right." Tyres was cold and cold.
He poured out the wine in the glass and said to the gloomy face of Lombard:
"And children can't drink."
Tyres jumped out of the chair and walked out of the tent without looking back.
The cold was a little better, and some words were coded.
(End of this chapter)