Wizard From Afar

"Grand Duke Laszlo Varna, if I didn't guess wrong, after the defeat of the Centaur, your life or death is unclear. It is true that you secretly return to Boi to gather your troops."

Loren said solemnly: "Maybe...you and your army have been around Thousand Tent City until our arrival."

The black hair wizard can clearly feel the voice. , The eyes of the old man on the opposite side changed slightly.

"How do you know?"

The Duke of Varna said casually.

"Two reasons." Loren slowly said: "First, it's a coincidence that your reality...just when we blocked the Centaur's attack and were ready to fight back."

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"Secondly, I never believe in any'coincidence' in this world!"

The voice fell, and only the crackling matches in the fireplace could be heard in the hall.

The atmosphere is heavy.

"You guessed it." Laszlo Varna's voice was hoarse, exhausted from sleepless nights, but the wolf-like eyes were still sharp: "This is not a coincidence, but It was an accident."

"Accident?"

"If your Byers didn't show up, I didn't plan to return to the army for rescue, and I didn't even plan to retake Thousand Horde City immediately. "

"What did you say?" Loren eyebrow raised: "Sorry, I seem to have heard something very..."

But the next second, Loren dumbfounded.

Wait, is it possible that...

"Just as you said, Lord Loren Torino." The old man's eyes were burning, and every word was fierce: "There is no coincidence in this world..."

"Centaur barbarian, my fiasco, the city of Thousand Tends was besieged...none is a coincidence!"

so that's how it is ......

"So from the very beginning, this war is not a rise of a centaur, an invasion of the empire, right." The black hair wizard stared solemnly: "This war... was designed by some people. Alright?"

"I am 78 years old this year, and your dead grandfather Leonardo was a child in front of me back then." Laszlo Varna’s words revealed With a deep chill:

"Such a nasty conspiracy... I can smell that smelt three miles away!"

"So you sit and watch the centaur siege Thousand Tent City, concentrated its forces and dormant in secret; just want to see who will jump out of the shadows after the fall of Thousand Tent City?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, Loren was quite sure: "Until... the reinforcements of our Byrne people really come."

The old man smashed the glass and filled himself with wine again; he sat down again and filled Loren with a glass.

"You are very clever." Laszlo Varna looked at him coldly: "Angert and Eckert didn't look away. They did indeed choose a good duke for Byrne! "

"I guess...you don't need to tell you again, why must we meet in private?"

Loren slightly nodded, raised his glass and toasted: "The wall has ears "

"Remember my words, it will make you sit down firmly, Loren Torino." The old man's voice was still trembling, and he could hear him suppressing himself. Anger:

"Everyone in this world is untrustworthy except themselves!"

The atmosphere in the hall is getting more and more serious, the sound of wind outside the door and the crackling of firewood in the fireplace , Also began to become a little weird.

It sounds like a group of silhouettes in cloaks, hiding in the corner and whispering.

"Dwarf...right?" Loren asked in a deep voice.

The old man didn't answer, he squeezed his teeth and said nothing.

When he saw that there were trebuchets in the centaur that besieged Thousand Tent City, Loren had already noticed it. The civilized barbaric race is absolutely impossible to create the trebuchet this thing.

Although Sackland’s alchemy and military industries are very strong, this aspect of smuggling coupled with the prevalence of the arms trade within the empire, the Centaur wanted to obtain a small number of steel weapons, bows and crossbows and even armor and Alchemy weapons are not particularly difficult.

But even so, there will never be a mad smuggler who will sell the trebuchet this thing to the centaur!

Since the probability of smuggling transactions has been thrown out, it can only be the existence of some secretly funded forces... Apart from the dwarves, Loren really can’t think of anyone who can be ignorant and unconscious. Armed tens of thousands of centaur tribes to their teeth, and even took out siege weapons.

Of course, the night watchman must not be forgotten.

Byrne’s collective mutiny by the night watchmen, and joining the Blood Cult, made the final result uncontrollable... But Boye? Loren couldn't believe that Lut Infinite would forget to plant a nail among Byrne's most steadfast ally.

Even right now, I am afraid that someone secretly arrived at Thousand Tent City, the Centaur was repelled, and that Laszlo Varna was still alive sent the news to the Vault of Heaven.

In other words, from the very beginning, the Celestial Vault should know something about this war, and possibly even a part of the shady—but none of them said that they knew nothing about it. Stepped into this chaotic battlefield.

He Juxin, isn’t it obvious?

There is an inevitable connection between things...this sentence is true.

"Not only dwarves, but other guys." Laszlo Varna's expression is very ugly, obviously he is holding back the anger in his heart: "You think a bunch of barbarians are wearing armor , Can I win my Boyle Hussar with a sword?"

"Among those barbarians...there is a wizard!"

"What?!"

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Loren exclaimed, suck in a breath of cold air.

How is this possible? !

The old man clenched the wine glass, his voice was a little trembling, and his pupils seemed to reflect the scenes that made him feel terrified: "Loren Torino... if you see what I see, you will I won't be so surprised anymore."

Silence, deathly silence.

Laszlo Varna picked up the jug and filled the glasses for the two again.

"I don't know who it is or where he is hiding now." The old man said indifferently: "But I know this person is very insidious and very difficult to deal with. I have encountered it more than half my life. The opponents I've ever had are powerful, maybe even these centaur barbarians are just his pawns."

"Although I don’t want to admit it, the sabers in our Boyi hands...probably not. His opponent!"

"So you need us, to be more precise, you need Byrne's army and resources." Loren looked at him with a steady gaze: "Sit and watch the Byrne who rescues Thousand Tent The army is besieged...it doesn’t look like a posture for a help seeker."

"Otherwise, why would you sit here and let me pour the wine for you?" Lo Varna’s expression as it should be by rights:

"You play beautifully, let the Boyi see your ability, and you have the right to have an equal dialogue with us...the weak, not worthy of others Respect!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Loren was indifferent expression to this statement.

"The enemy this time is really a monster that can only be dealt with by the combination of Byrne and Boye." Grand Duke Varna put down his wine glass, his determined face revealed a cold look:

"Wait until our Boyans are defeated and killed...what can you do by Byrne?"

"So..." Loren exhaled, chuckled, "You hope Enter into an alliance with me?"

"Byrne and Boye...we are already an alliance, and we are both advancing and retreating together. The blood is thicker than water. Brother Robeze." The old man's eyes were deep and his voice was hoarse. With an indescribable power:

"In the past, in order to help your Black Duke win the Centaur War, most of Poy’s wealth was exhausted, without frowning; Earlier, when the dwarves were burning and looting the land of your Byrners, Boye’s hussars also fought side by side with your Byrners and repelled the enemy together!"

"It’s no different this time... You need us, and we also need you." The old man's voice was calm: "Join me and help me get rid of this guy who is hiding in the dark, and I will give you what you want most."

" Want it?"

"That's right." Grand Duke Varna sneered, his mouth opened with a grin: "What can make you truly become the Lord of Byrne-the victor of the Centaur, Poy’s The savior... not inferior to the prestige of'Black Duke Roland'!"