"Sir, Felicia and Frank's people are already in place, and Poe's troops are also on standby!"

In the distance, a cavalryman who looked like a messenger came not far from them on horseback and loudly reported to Roman:

"They're waiting for your orders!"

Legend Wing did not look back. He still stared at Thales with a solemn expression. The exquisite earrings on his left ear were in sharp contrast with the ugly skull on his left shoulder:

"Tell them to keep waiting."

Faced with the strange order, the ordering soldier hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the order and left.

The three of them still stood facing each other.

"This way, everything will be clear."

Thales looked at the cavalry going away and said solemnly to Roman:

"You can't do it yourself, you can't let your men be suspicious, you can't let the camp see the truth, and you can't let the cunning nobles be on guard, so you bribed the Blood Whistle. Maybe you are old friends, after all, they are war servants.

Soldiers, there is a precedent of cooperation with the government."

Legend Wings is silent.

Ricky shook his head helplessly and made a funny "Look, I'll tell you" expression to Roman.

Thales stared at the Legend Wings intently:

"You let them cause chaos and conflict in the Blade Fang camp that no longer belongs to you, such as releasing the prisoners in the White Prison, disrupting logistics and garrison, or other things."

Thales looked at the guards in the distance:

"And the reward you give them is the key to the mysterious dark prison, so that these mercenaries who are desperate after hitting the wall in the Tower of the End can get the information they want most."

Thales finished speaking and waited for the other person's response.

Roman said nothing, only his eyes were like daggers.

"remuneration?"

On the other hand, Ricky sighed and looked at the prince sarcastically:

"What you said is too mysterious. What kind of information from Your Highness is worth risking our lives for?"

"Come to fight for this guy through life and death?"

Roman remained silent.

"Maybe it's more than just the reward," Thales quickly answered:

"Perhaps someone is showing you, 'I'll kill you if you don't do this'."

The mercenary leader's expression froze.

Thales stared at the expressionless Roman, Nunu Nunu's chin:

"like this."

Ricky turned his head, looked at Roman with an indifferent expression, and chuckled.

His laughter lasted for several seconds:

"I'll kill you if you don't? Hahahaha, well, I must say..."

Until Roman didn't look back, he snorted from his nose:

"funny?"

Ricky's laughter stopped abruptly.

He leaned back slightly, pushed forward with his palms, and made a humble expression of "you guys chat".

Thales observed their interaction and couldn't help but frown.

So, does Roman know Ricky’s true identity?

Does he know that his partner is actually an alien who cannot die normally?

"So, that's your story?" Roman said disdainfully, and Ricky shrugged beside him.

Thales looked back and forth between the two of them.

One side represents the official, powerful and powerful leader of the White Army.

One side is a black mercenary who licks blood from his knife edge and lives outside the law.

Protect and destroy, occupy and abandon.

One white and one black, one positive and one negative, one inside and one outside.

I see.

Two sides of the same coin.

Floating between war and blood, full of chaos and crime, full of scum and criminals, this is how the Blade Tooth Camp has always operated.

This is how Legend Wings controls his territory.

So, what about outside the camp?

The young man suddenly figured out something.

"The above stories," Thales sighed and continued his topic: "They are all what normal people can imagine..."

"But what really surprised me was..."

Thales hesitated and pointed to the smoking Blade Tooth camp in the distance.

"Orcs, and Bone Man."

Hearing the new words, Roman and Ricky frowned again and looked at each other.

"Here comes the question: when the entire eastern part of the desert was blocked and cleared, how could the gray bastards, I mean the warriors of the Stone-Splitter Tribe, including the Barren Bones people, have no idea how they could conceal it almost perfectly by simply dressing lightly and gathering in numbers?

The double separation line and patrol posts of the standing army and the levy troops invaded the camp that was undergoing civil strife at the right time and place..."

Thales looked back at the smoking Sabertooth camp in the distance:

"What about the one that forced the lords to panic and have to sound the seventh-level alarm?"

This question made the two people on the opposite side frown.

Roman lowered his eyes, his expression extremely cold.

Thales raised his head and looked at him without flinching:

"Everyone is saying that the Legend Wings are the orcs' worst nightmare, and they never show mercy when killing the bastards."

Thales pondered, recalling the frightening encounter in the desert:

"But a few days ago, when the Stardust Guards under your command and the Crow Whistle Qingqi of the Chroma Family were chasing the Stone Breaking Tribe, Kandar Nushan and his small force were actually pursued by the Stardust Guards.

, escaped capture.”

"Because of this matter, the leader of the army, Douluo, almost fell out with the nobles who recruited the soldiers and started fighting on the spot."

Hearing that name, Roman looked at Thales with even more unfriendly eyes.

Thales frowned:

"Tell me, Roman, did you really expel Douro and let him leave the camp just now because you were dissatisfied with him for betraying intelligence?"

This sentence made Ricky frown.

And Roman's fists were clenched unconsciously.

Just listen to Thales whisper:

"And you know, that orc leader really told me a lot of things."

At this moment, Thales spoke in a deep and serious tone:

"Quite a few."

At this moment, Roman's nearly perfect facial features finally showed a crack.

It's like the mask is starting to fall apart.

The sun faded away from its fiery red color and turned golden.

At this moment, the atmosphere became tense.

"Tell me, Baron."

"In a desert that is both exclusive and dangerous, for twenty years, as an isolated glacier orc from the north," Thales took a deep breath:

"How did Nu Shan come to power step by step, gradually become stronger, and finally became the war chief of the Split Stone Tribe, dividing his own territory?"

He stared at the skull on Legend Wing's left shoulder:

"The same as you who have been stationed in the desert for twenty years, and even the handsome orc bone with the same surname as Cracking Stone on your left shoulder..."

"does it matter?"

These words seemed to freeze the air.
To be continued...