"I don't understand very well." Ashu Rufate moved his eyes away from the map. "Why are they building camps one by one so slowly all the way?"

He is now in a very simple tent. There is only one table in the tent, and there is a map on it. There is still someone beside him, but his eyes are still on Eric. The latter was half-housed under his control and half-tempted to stay by his side. For some reason, even in this case, Eric still refused to serve him. The biggest compromise was to promise to train the security forces in various cities for him after everything was over.

"I have already withdrawn the troops. The normal reaction is to move forward all the way. If I really need the help of fortifications, I should also get close to a suitable position to build a camp. But they are stupid and walking forward step by step?"

This is a very incongruous feeling, as Thomas once said, the most annoying thing is that the enemy adopts a rhythm that you can't understand and ignores you at all.

"Maybe it's not because of the war." This time, Eric finally answered. But his expression did not seem willing. It can be seen that the reason why he answered was mainly because Ashu Rufate's eyes were focused on him. If Ashu Rufate was looking at someone else just now, then Eric would be happy to be a wooden man with his eyes and nose. "For the Bin tribe who abandoned his hometown, delaying time... is not a rational choice."

"The Bin tribe is not a single piece, but divided into different factions. It is not surprising that each faction cooperates and fights, and does some irrational things." This time the person who spoke was another man wearing a black cloak. He was a black magician, or a more ordinary name, a necromancer. After this period, Ash Rufate was surprised to find that all the black magicians were tacticians and were very good at commanding small groups of undead legions to fight. However, he immediately understood the reason behind this - the black magician was pursued by the church without any effort, and all the surviving black magicians were veterans who had experienced many battles.

"But some interests are consistent with all factions." Ash Rufate replied. There is no doubt that time is on his side. The Bin tribe is huge and so many mouths need to be raised. Every day is equivalent to consuming one more portion of food.

"Duke of Blood, I suggest you consider the situation of the Ryans. Since they have provided some supplies to the Bin people and sent military advisers, they have a certain say. If they exert influence, then this situation is normal." Eric replied.

Indeed, from the perspective of a third party, that is, the Ryans, this is the best situation. For the Ryans, the ideal result is that the Bin tribe defeated the vampire and at the same time exhausted the soldiers and food, especially the food. If this happens, and then a clever economic blockade is imposed, they can even force the Bin tribe to surrender without violating the agreement between the two sides.

"Well, what's right..." No matter what, being fooled from leaving his hometown means that the Ryan people have an excellent diplomat.

"However, now they are moving forward step by step like a hedgehog, but it is difficult to deal with." Someone said.

Everyone present knew that Ashu Rufate had set up a trap here. The road that passes through Mir City and Sivania is actually a valley. On both sides of the valley are mountainous areas that the army cannot pass through, but there is an exception. In their current position, the mountainous areas on both sides are slightly flat, and ordinary human soldiers have some difficulty in passing, but the dire wolf can pass through. In this way, in future battles, the dire wolf can detour behind enemy lines.

This is a unique geographical condition. In Ashurufate's conception, he hopes to eliminate an enemy force here and relieve the pressure.

If the Bin tribe advances quickly, they will crash into this trap. In this narrow terrain, they will be hit by front and back, and no matter what army it is, they will find it difficult. However, if the Bin tribe is so cautious and sends scouts to carefully reconnaissance, they will likely find this.

"No, don't worry. I didn't say it just now, they are divided into different factions. Each faction cooperates and fights. In this case, I don't believe that they can patiently go step by step without any stop." Ashu Rufate answered confidently. "We can just wait here."

"If they follow the current pace of progress, it might take several months."

"Four months," Eric added, his eyes looking at the map. "If their actions were not disturbed."

They discussed other issues. However, Eric remained silent during these issues. When the final meeting ended and everyone else left, Ashu Rufate called Eric.

"Is there anything wrong, Duke of Blood?" Eric looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"I can say openly that I need your help." Ashu Rufate looked at him calmly.

"I said, Duke of Blood, I won't serve you..."

"It's not a service, but I need your help." Ashu Rufate stared at the other party, but the latter was unmoved.

"Why could you be loyal to Pinold but not willing to follow me?"

"Can I not answer?"

"I know, if I threaten you with something, I might force you to serve me for the time being. But I don't want to do that." Ashu Rufate said. "But, I still want to ask, why? Am I too far from your request?"

"Duke of Blood, if I see it, you shouldn't have provoked a war at all."

"Now the enemy is attacking me."

"We don't have to do these verbal sophistry. But in my opinion, the most correct way you do is to immediately sever your men, then leave your army, and leave far away. Like your past, live as an unknown traveler. Now because of you, a war is about to take place, and thousands of people will die because of your personal desires. This is entirely because of your personal desires, and there is no other justification."

"If you can..." Asu Ruffatt smiled bitterly. "I think so too. But it's too late now."

"The real battle hasn't begun yet, it's not too late."

"It's too late, I've been locked up by the people of the church."

"locking?"

"If you don't understand magic, it's hard for me to explain it to you... Actually, I am half-knowing and half-understanding. In fact, the magician of a certain church has established a spiritual sense, or spiritual link with me with a kind of magic. Now, as long as I calm down and meditate, I can vaguely feel his existence. He is the same. As long as I am willing, I can feel my existence at any time. As long as I am in this world, no matter where I am, he will know where I am."

"Can't you drive it away? I heard that using the Magic Breaking Scroll can drive away all magic..."

"My answer is, no. This spiritual sense is actually very weak and has no other use except to perceive the other's existence. But it is precisely because of its weakness and insignificance that it cannot be driven away by breaking magic. It is like a cannon cannot hit a fly. There are only three possibilities to cut off such a link. Either I die, he dies, or he takes the initiative to break the link. In other words, if I do what you say... then I will be finished. Even if I can't fight against an army."

"So you understand, that's the case. This time they're going to get rid of the roots! I have no choice but to fight them. Even so, does your sense of honor and justice require me to give up my life to save those who are about to die?"

"No, if someone sacrifices for justice, it is the glory of justice, but if justice is to force people to sacrifice for it, then justice is hypocritical."

"I'm glad you think so," said Ashu Rufate. "So can I repeat the question just now? Can you help me?"

"Not to say whether it's OK or not, I want to ask, why are you so obsessed with me? What can I do now? I won't drive the undead creatures. For your undead legion, I'm just a bystander in this war."

"I have a combat plan," Ash Rufate replied. "I need a reliable person... and now my only person is you." He stared at the other party. It is really difficult to do something these days, especially to recruit a real knight.

"No one else can?"

"No, only you can help me," said Ashu Rufate. "I really hope I can calmly say now, 'Please offer, how much will I pay for you to help?", but I know that you are not the kind that can be bought, you are a real knight. Just like some of my...friends."

"Your friend? Knight?" Eric's expression seemed to be smiling. "Is it Kalyan's Blood Knight?" He could almost hear Eric ask in his heart.

"I'm not talking about Kalean. Don't look at me like this. I'm also a knight, a knight who is truly canonized by the king, and even got the title of Count. Of course, for some reasons, I finally gave up the canonization and chose to leave. But in my heart, I always regarded myself as a knight. I didn't lie to you."

"It's a bit incredible, but I believe you." Eric replied. "Indeed, you're a little like a knight in some aspects."

"If you help me, maybe the dead people wouldn't have thought so much." Ashu Rufate said.

"No." Eric shook his head. "Maybe it won't die at your hands, but there are as many people who die. If you win, I know what will happen. Without the protection of the army, the Bin tribe can only be at the mercy of the Ryans. They have too many populations, so they will definitely be moved to different places and relocated under the surveillance of the army... At the same time, they have no supplies and supplies... It will be a journey of death... Many years ago, I witnessed the demise of a country called Seer with my own eyes, and things are a bit similar to this time. About 300,000 people were migrated, and only 50,000 people arrived alive."
Chapter completed!