683: 234.Internal contradictions and external interference have always been two concepts!
[Requesting monthly ticket 9/10]_1 683: 234.Internal contradictions and external interference have always been two concepts!
[Requesting monthly ticket 9/10]_1 In the end, the battle did not take place.
On one hand, the young lady demonstrated considerable dominance.
The night allowed her combat power to soar, coupled with the unique abilities from the Seed of Life within her being manifested at the Silver Grade, a kind of unique power of the God of Nature in the human world perfectly nullified the bonus of the Xico Wing Cavalry in the mountains and forests.
On the other hand, the Vulture Vampires arrived very quickly.
Most terrain interferences were aningless to these creatures who could fly at supersonic speeds at night.
The rescued Thorn Clan also arrived soon after.
Several unlucky ones under the command of Count Andrei were wounded, and the faithful servant Vista was left behind to take care of the injured.
By the ti Count Bai of White Mountain hurried over with a sword in his hand, the situation had already shifted from a tense standoff to a sowhat peaceful conversation.
The Vulture mbers hovered in the sky to seal off the surroundings, while the Wing Cavalry spread out in the forest to keep watch, leaving the space for conversation to the leaders of both sides.
Count Bai of White Mountain was very tactful and knew when to advance and when to retreat.
He did not request to eavesdrop or approach, but simply found a nice place to sit and rest under Adel’s vigilant gaze, and began to read his collection of poems.
In the middle of the forest where they t, in the hollow of dawn, the young lady leaned on the Night Howl Magic Wand, staring at the commander of the Wing Cavalry who jumped off his tall horse.
The latter walked up and removed his helt seven steps away from the young lady, revealing a rough face that probably belonged to a man in his forties.
He had short, white hair, sharp eyes and a standard square face with a cheek beard.
His eyes were not very big, but his features were very rugged.
The most distinctive feature was his high forehead.
This was the most obvious biological characteristic of the West Sacha Barbarians in the Ice Bay Area.
As for the rugged face, it was a common feature among the mountain people.
Understanding this, it was not difficult to understand why Old Eugene would complain that Murphy’s warriors were not like mountain n at all!
Where in the world were mountain n as delicate as them?
Isn’t this man in front of her, who stands 2.5 ters tall, is as strong as a bear, and whose every muscle radiates a wild and violent aura, a standard mountain man?
However, the most striking thing about this man is the scar on his face.
In this age of war, having a scar on the face was quite normal.
It was the most “gentle” nto imposed by war on life.
However, a scar that ran from the forehead through most of the face to the chin was not very normal, even in this age when life was worth less than grass.
It must have been caused by so sharp weapon, just missing his eyeball as it passed through his left eye.
This guy is really fortunate.
“Valande Vulture Oforl, the commander of the second squad of Xico Wing Cavalry, Knight-Colonel, and the last commander of the Wing Cavalry!”
The commander, with his ferocious gaze critically sizing up the young lady whose height only reached his waist, introduced himself:
“You, Vulture Vampire, what are you doing on our ancestors’ land?”
“To reclaim our friendship.”
The young lady replied calmly.
“As early as the first Black Disaster, the Leisenbra family and the wing cavalry lord of the Xikeier family were friends.
This friendship has lasted for 400 years.
It will not break due to the threat of the Wolf People, nor will it let us forget each other because of a war that lasted ten years.
Allow to introduce myself.
My na is Phemys.
Phemys Cicilia Leisenbra, leader of the Midnight faction of the Blood Vulture Clan, Countess Andema of Transylvania.
I am not here to provoke, nor am I here for war.”
“Friendship, what a beautiful word…
However, do you blood-sucking vultures also deserve to speak of friendship?”
The young lady’s words made the Wing Cavalry commander before her sneer contemptuously, he unceremoniously spat to the side, saying:
“Two years ago, when Westerburg was besieged by the Exploration Corps, we sent seven brave knights with a letter from Count Cico requesting aid to Cardman City!
We held on for three months in a hopeless situation, but what did we get in return?
When Golden Flower Kingdom’s shaless Spiritual Energy plague canister smashed into the city, when the sky of Westerburg was dyed a dark green color, when our people were struggling on the edge of hell with heavy casualties, what did we get?”
When Westerburg was burned to the ground, and a hundred years of hard work collapsed overnight, what did we get?
Two years!
It’s been two full years, young lady!
Your father ignored us as if we never existed, and from our initial full confidence, to our mid-term expectation and plea, and finally to our despair…
your so-called ‘friendship’ made us feel as if we were fighting alongside a friend against the enemy in an illusion!
So, why act so surprised?
Phemys!
I, of course, know who you are!
The genius young lady of the Blood Vulture Clan.”
Valande sneered and waved his hand, he said:
“However, on this land, anyone who speaks of ‘friendship’ is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and words claiming to aid a friend are not worthy of trust.
Now, get out of our forest with your so-called new lord’s command!
The mont my lord, the steadfast Count Cico, died in battle at Vulture Castle, we no longer have anything to do with you!
Perhaps your lord wants to take this land, he is welco to try!
That arrogant dwarf across from us spent two years and the lives of countless warriors but still couldn’t set foot in this forest.
What kind of power can your lord bring to threaten us?”
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