Chapter 867: Tyre! (12)

Carmel watched with amazement as these fine wines were placed on the brackets on the walls around the square.
The Blood Axe Legion has always had a tradition of toasting victory before the war. This is their self-confidence in their way of warfare, but such an extravagant banquet is a bit too arrogant.
More like a deliberately created illusion.
Beilufu and the heads of Dalian walked towards the food together, let the banshee pour a glass of wine for herself, and avoid eye contact with the lame not far away, so as not to expose some kind of unfriendly to him after the war arrangement.
The company commander of the second Dalian walked up to him, a cunning smile on his face.
"That idiot wouldn't expect that we would launch a raid tonight and then throw him here to eat fart."
Beiruf nodded, and after confirming that no one could hear it, he replied:
"He is an idiot."
"Ah, who cares?"
Carmel smiled, then suddenly froze. She did not know that Beiruf would launch a large-scale night attack tonight.
At this time, the warlord was still talking to the company commanders.
"If things are placed, we will take them better than the abominable gang."
"Boss, I have to say that you are guilty of doing so, since you hit Grak..."
Beirut's face darkened, and he fiercely said:
"He didn't beat me! I'll kill you again!"
"But I seem to remember you lying on the floor in the end."
The company commander was obviously a little drunk, and became speechless, and the boys around him couldn't stop him.
"He kicked me by cheating."
Beiruf did not actually kill him, but explained:
"But I will beat him next time."
"If he didn't learn any new tricks during this time."
"He can't win."
Beiruf sneered and said, and Camille was once again stunned by the warlord's pure arrogance. She rarely saw this temperament in this tactical master. Obviously, he and the other warlord's Liang Zi were not ordinary. deep.
"In any case, Grak is just a lowly bastard, like any other idiot."
"So is Namat?"
"Okay, no, of course not."
The warlord quickly changed his mouth.
"But the rest of them are a little bit better than the barbarians. They are rude and lack the calm and discipline of ours. If you want to say anything, winning Tyre's merits will prove that we are better than other legions. Superiority."
"superior?"
A voice came, and Beirut turned to find that Lame was standing behind them.
"Ah, it's our allies."
Beiruf said with a smile, and raised his hand to pay tribute.
"Congratulations on winning the flattened station."
Lame smiled and leaned over and said:
"Thank you, but if I were you, I would not say what I just said, but this is just by the way, I am not here to listen to good words."
"if not?"
Lame, ignoring the provocative tone of the fourth Dalian company commander, said:
"I have a feeling that things are not as simple as they are heard. Tyre is in front. You can get it with Borov, you don’t need to share it with any kid. That’s true, but... there will always be Who is not happy, if you understand what I mean."
"We will only be tomorrow morning..."
The company commander of the second Dalian said vaguely, as if to hide something, the other company commanders were constantly exchanging glances, only Beiruf was drinking quietly, and Carmel leaned on his shoulder, fingers flicking his hair. , As if thinking about something, also said nothing.
"Forget it, Bellev, don't you mind? We can be more honest."
"What do you want to say."
"Your kid is not secretive in doing things. Do you want to take them tonight to kill them, and then plunge into that baby pile regardless of their head?"
Lame's outspoken surprises Beiruf.
"I have no such plan."
"Really, the warlord of Blood Axe?"
"How dare you tell me to lie?"
Beirut questioned angrily, his hand twitching in the direction of his sword.
Lame saw the opponent's movements, and he turned around, stretching his shoulders as if expecting a battle.
"I always thought you were a smart boss."
The company commanders around were all radiant with these words, until Lame continued,
"But now I know I'm wrong, you're just a fart who can't tell right from wrong."
Carmel saw Beirut's complexion turned purple with anger, but Lame was not planning to end,
"Do you really think Tyre is in your hands? Really think the overlord will give you a big hug? Grak has been waiting for you to make mistakes, and you have been making mistakes. Believe me, I am smarter than you."
Belluff crushed the glass, and Carmel could see that he had used all his self-control to suppress his temper.
"If your nonsense is over, then you can go."
Lame smiled and turned around to find his kid. They were immersed in eating, drinking and playing, not paying attention to the tension in the upper circle.
"Boss, do you want it?"
The company commander of the first Dalian came over and made a motion of wiping his neck in the direction of lameness. The other company commanders in Dalian also looked expectant.
But Beiruu shook his head.
"Don't care about him, the plan remains the same, and the offensive is launched before dawn."
"My dear, I have a sentence..."
Camille suddenly spoke, and other Ou Ke leaders cast their eyes curiously.
"Ok?"
"I think... Actually, he was right, Tyre was in front of him, but he was so hot right now, dear, you don't need to hurry to touch it."
"why!"
Beirug's eyes widened and a burst of gas appeared in his nose, looking very angry, but Carmel opened the folding fan and fanned a fragrant wind toward the other person's face, laughing:
"My dear, how long have you not received a message from the overlord?"
"Ok?"
The warlord frowned and vaguely felt the deep meaning in the other's words.
"It's been a few days..."
"Then the crucial battlefield, except for the first day he sent a message to ask, and then he has no instructions... My lord, don't you notice anything?"
"Well……"
Beiruv thought for a moment, then turned around and took Carmel to a secluded corner. When the company commanders were about to catch up, he stopped him with his eyes.
"...Do you think that the boss doesn't want this?"
"My dear, do you think that the overlord and the army are fighting hard with the empire in Witriel? Isn’t everything to capture Tyre? Although all your actions are arranged by him in advance~EbookFREE.me ~ But such a huge feat and honor... When you greet the arrival of the overlord army outside the city of Tyre
, What do you think he would look like? In your mind, is it a general who wins the battle, or a thief who steals the fruits of victory? "
"No! It's not... yes."
Beiruf didn't say anything, but he felt more and more guilty.
"Maybe the overlord of Guk wouldn't have happened at the time, but what about Grak? He is still the closest darling of the overlord, what if he keeps blaming you at the overlord?"
Carmel shook his head.
"My dear, we have an old adage that the emperor's heart is like the sea. The king's mind is most capricious. Tyre... is really impatient."
After being silent for nearly a minute, Beilufu nodded slightly unchecked.
"I understand, tonight's plan... just cancel it."