He pulled the beef and side dishes in the bowl with a spoon, and said without raising his head: "These news is valuable, you have to exchange for something."

"What did you say?" Carris felt that something must have happened to his ears.

Flamar scooped up a large piece of beef and put it into his mouth. His voice was vague because of the food, but his meaning was very clear: "These things are very important, and they may save your life. I am a practical person. We are friends. I am helping you, and I hope you can help me."

Kalis slowly frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead twisted into a complex expression. He thought for a few seconds and asked seriously: "What do you want?"

"Give me a team of cavalry, at least two hundred men. They must absolutely obey my orders." As he said, Flamar spit out a clean bone from his mouth and threw it on the table in disgust: "Isn't this condition too much?"

"Of course!" Kalis nodded slightly. He still looked solemn when he knew the other person's temperament: "Let's talk about other requirements. What else do you want?"

"Gold." Flamar said bluntly: "I know you got a lot of gold from Lock Dragon Pass. Don't worry, I'm a person who knows how to behave and will not ask for parts that exceed your psychological expectations."

Kalis frowned even deeper: "Just gold?"

Flamar nodded: "Just gold."

Kalis suddenly understood something, and an indescribable fear suddenly surged deep in his mind, and subconsciously asked a quick question: "Wait... where are your army?"

Before the other party could answer, Kalis felt a strong sense of fear wandering all over his body and asked extremely urgently: "Are you going to escape?"

Flamar's movement of scooping soup froze.

He raised his head, and a wry smile released on his dirt-filled face: "You have always been a smart guy."

"Why?" Kalis's mind was full of questions. He wanted to open Flamar's head and see every answer directly: "You met the main force of the Northern Giants and were defeated?"

"They are stronger than you think." Flamar did not hide it: "You have to be a little patient. I have to say a lot, it takes a long time. What should I do, and you choose it yourself."

It was not until dawn that the soldiers who had breakfast and started their daily patrols under the leadership of the officers, and simple training, and Flamar finally completed the story. The process was indeed very long, including the Viking army's first victory over the Northern Army's Cavalry Team, and the series of failures encountered after crossing the Pantuo River.

Kalis was stunned: "You mean, the weapons that the northern giants have are more advanced than ours?"

Flamar pushed the cold soup aside, and the soup and grease were already chunked in the bowl: "Although I don't want to admit it, it's true."

"This is impossible!" Kalis shook his head in surprise: "If the Northern Giant possesses the powerful artillery you mentioned, why did they not use it when Locking Dragon Pass?"

Flamar remained silent for a few seconds and continued to smile bitterly: "I'm afraid only the Holy Lord can answer this question."

Kalis stared at him: "This has nothing to do with the gods, I just want to know what you think."

The Viking Duke gently rubbed his swelling belly. This past experience is really unforgettable - crossing the river alone is far less smooth than imagined. The main Viking force collapsed earlier than Vlamar imagined, and the cavalry of the northern giants interspersed was also surprising. Especially the monsters they rode down were not real war horses at all. While subverting Vlamar's view of the world and logic, it also made him fear the strange land under his feet.

Even if you cross the river at night, a small boat may become a target covered by artillery fire. Framar suddenly felt that he knew too little about the giants in the north, and God knew whether their eyes could see the distance in the dark. If that was the case, he would really fall into the trap of himself.

In order to find the area with the smoothest river flow, Framar was forced to walk downstream for a long time. After hardships, he finally found the main business of the coalition forces. Framar did not dare to reveal his identity, so he could only find the Rhine Kingdom camp and meet the Duke of Kalis according to the banner.

"My idea is simple." Flamar picked up the bottle of half-drink wine, tilted his neck and took a sip. He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, with a little bit of drunkenness in his words: "This war was a mistake from the beginning. We... you and I, no one should have come here. As you said before, I have to leave, and leave now."

Kalis tried to digest all that he had just known, and the shock almost frozen on his face: "You mean, Viking is going to withdraw from this war?"

"We can no longer fight." Flamar was very calm: "I lost at least millions of people this time with the main force and the labor force transported to raising people. I have no chance and cannot win this war."

Kalis was shrouded in great horror. He tried his best to slow down his tone and comforted and persuaded: "Listen to me, the situation should not be as bad as you imagined. The Kingdom Alliance is a whole. Even if you fail, we and the Holy See."

"I believe you, because you are my friend. But I will not believe your king, never." Flamar's attitude was firm: "When it comes to the Holy See...Calis, wasn't we called up because the Pope's damn old bastard promised that this time the troops were very sure of sending troops? And Somsen, who swore that "No. 6" was the most powerful weapon ever, and that we could easily win as long as we followed the butts of those monsters."

These words are really bold and full of doubts about the divine power. Kalis cannot agree, but he cannot accuse Flamar of this. He can only try his best to alleviate: "Bissar Somsen did not deceive us, and the strength of "No. 6" is obvious to all. If it weren't for the Holy See, we wouldn't have captured the Dragon Lock Pass."

Flamar sneered and spread his hands: "You are right, I never deny this, but the Holy See must have hidden a lot of things from us. What they did was just to replace another lie with one lie, exposing the useless bubbles to let us see the so-called "reality". But in fact, it is also illusory."

Kalis felt that he had reached a crossroads and it was difficult to make a choice at the fork that could not see the future clearly. After thinking for a few seconds, he said seriously: "I will send someone to send you away now. I don't have much gold here, but there are many silver and other valuable things. Go to the warehouse to choose yourself, and take whatever you like."

Framar put away the cynical expression on his face, stood up, bent down, and performed the highest courtesy between nobles to Kalis, and said seriously: "I will always remember all this, and I will tell my sons and grandsons these things. Kalis, you are a nobleman of noble character, and my family and I will be your eternal friends."

The Duke of Rhine smiled bitterly and said, "You said me so well. I just want you to return to Viking safely. We have a common enemy. Now I will help you, and you will also help me in the future."

This said to the deepest part of Flamar's heart. He walked around the dining table and came to Kalis, held the other person's hand tightly, and said sincerely: "I swear that as long as you say something, I will always wait for your order."

The Duke of Rhine waved his hand with a smile. He turned around and walked to the door of the tent and called the adjutant and two close guards who were on duty outside.

"Get a clean set of clothes for the Duke." Kalis turned his head and asked, "Framar, do you want to take a shower?"

"There is no need for this." Flamar shook his head: "Just have clothes. You should ask them to take me to the warehouse as soon as possible. Don't forget the two hundred cavalrymen you promised to give me before."

"Okay! OK!" Kalis agreed.

Soon, the adjutant walked into the tent with a Rhine officer uniform. The dirt felt bad, especially after a pretty decent late-night snack and breakfast, Flamar felt sticky and uncomfortable. He was unwilling to waste time on the shower, but he would not refuse the dry new clothes.

Without thinking much, he walked to the side of the table, unbuttoned, and took off the clothes that were no different from the rags on his body.

In addition to Carris, there are also adjutants and two guards in the tent. Everyone is a man, so there is no need to blush when taking off his pants and changing clothes. It is normal.

Flamar did not notice that a guard was slowly approaching from behind.

When I noticed a slight noise coming from behind and noticed an abnormality, everything was too late.

The guard was tall and extremely burly. He suddenly grabbed Flamar's hands and twisted backwards. Another guard also took the opportunity to jump over and grab Flamar's hair, forcibly pulling his head and leaning back. The adjutant grabbed his shoulder from the side, pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist with his right hand, and pressed the sharp and cold blade against the duke's throat.

Flamar's entire body was twisted in an unnatural state, and the angle of the backward hands was very clever. He could not use force, and his arms seemed to be firmly fixed in someone else's hands by iron wire. The tension roots hurt, and the strength was so strong that it seemed that the scalp would be torn off at any time.

While feeling the cold metallic on his neck, he saw Calis approaching him.

"...You want to kill me?" Anger and shock ruled the mind. Flamar couldn't understand this and asked unwillingly: "Why?"

"Because you were defeated and the army that abandoned you ran away alone." The Duke of Rhine could not see a smile on his face.

Flamar struggled, but could not change his situation, so he could only ask with wide eyes and gritted teeth: "What does this have to do with you? If you don't want to help me, just say it. At worst, I can leave myself."

"Dear Flamar, things are not as simple as you think." A strange mercy appeared in Kalis's eyes: "I know you want to return to Viking in advance to prepare and continue to mobilize the army in the country. But you seem to have forgotten that Viking is not the only duke, but there are many generals who can fight."

These words made Flamar's thinking stagnate. He had to separate out some of the brain cells from his fear to participate in deep thinking, but he could not find the answer. He could only ask in a hoarse voice: "...What do you know?"

"No one can occupy a certain position forever, no!" Kalis smiled dryly: "A successor will soon become the new duke. Flamar, in fact, I am not targeting you... I can swear to the Holy Lord that I have long regarded you as a friend. I have always maintained you and helped you many times, but you think it is all right."

"So you mean this!" The Viking Duke suddenly realized: "You have always resented me to lead the army westward in front of you?"

"Everyone wants trophy, why do you run ahead?" Calis's tone was extremely cold: "In ancient words, you are walking other people's paths and leaving others with no way out."

"Wait! If this is the source of your resentment, then everything can be discussed." Framar struggled for a while, but was forced by the adjutant to sink his body again with a sharp short sword: "I can hand over all the spoils I had before, and the ones I stored in the Dragon Lock Warehouse..."

"I know you'll say that. In fact, these are exactly what I want." Calis looked cold: "It's enough to maintain the normal consumption of millions of people in three months, 300,000 sets of replacement armor, 200,000 combs, and 500,000 spare barrels...this alone is enough to keep you here...forever."

Flamar could not say a word again.

Each Kingdom army has exclusive spare materials. In order to win this battle, countries began to hoard at Shenwei Fortress very early. The distance between the Dragon Lock and the Fortress is quite far, and transportation teams are not easy to travel. Based on the principle of nearby supply, the Kingdom Alliance has built many temporary buildings on the basis of the existing warehouse of the Dragon Lock Lock, which are specially used as reserves.

Although the main force of the Viking Kingdom was completely wiped out, the large amount of materials stored in the Dragon Lock Pass were not damaged. Kalis was interested in this. When Flamar had previously proposed that he needed two hundred cavalry, he had a premonition and made a decision at that time.

Neither Flamar nor the Viking King gave up so many things. But as long as Flamar was "dead heroically", any action of taking over would be natural. As we all know, Calis was Flamar's best friend, but no one knew that Calis could imitate Flamar's handwriting fluently. As long as the news of the death of the Viking Duke came, Calis took out a "handwritten letter" he had stored here before at the right time, plus a speech that was about to avenge his tragic death friend, and was filled with tears... Everything you want could be obtained smoothly, and neither the process nor the result would arouse doubts.
Chapter completed!