Chapter 155 The Wheels Run Over My Face
In the aristocratic circle, being romantic is not uncommon. But the fact that Her Royal Highness the Frost Sword Princess had never been involved in any scandals surprised them.
Ymir's subordinates would naturally not gossip about her private affairs.
Even if someone guessed it, no one would ask, and no one dared to ask.
But for Basel, a guy whose brains are all muscles, it’s not so complicated.
Others could see that Ymir's expression was strange, how could he, a legend, not see it?
Not long after leaving the camp, this guy couldn't hold back his gossiping heart and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hey, Ryan, you're not the mistress of the princess, are you?"
“…”
Ryan rolled his eyes when he heard this. He didn't know why Basel asked this question and didn't know what to say for a moment.
How could this guy see that there was something improper between him and Ymir?
He himself doesn't want to work hard, but others have to give him the opportunity.
"Hiss~ You are really good! You actually managed to capture the great Princess Omar?"
Hearing Ryan not making excuses, Bazel felt that he had guessed right.
Then, he listened to this fellow's serious analysis: "I was wondering why she went to rescue you in person last time in the City of Glory. No matter what other prince or princess you were, it's unlikely that the princess would pay so much attention to you. So you two have been together for a long time?"
This guy is originally a phantom thief leader and he speaks without restraint.
Bah! It’s too vulgar!
“…”
Ryan knew that he didn't want to hear about those complicated alliance plans, so he didn't intend to tell him.
He could only explain: "She and I are just allies."
"hehe……"
Basel gave him a look: Do you think I believe it or not?
Don’t underestimate this legend, he lived for more than 200 years.
But he is just an old fool at heart.
He winked and asked, "What did you do in the tent just now?"
Ryan didn't understand why this guy looked like this: "Discussing something, what else can I do... You know, I sent her a letter and advised her not to get involved in this mess."
Bazel: "That's it? Nothing else?"
Ryan: "What else? What else can I do?"
Bazel: "Princess!"
"???"
Did a wheel just run over my face?
Ryan was confused when he heard this, and suddenly understood what was going on with that smirk on his face. He said with a smile, "Senior, your language comprehension ability needs to be improved..."
Bazel said faintly: "Haha... Do you think we werewolves are not smart? Or do you think we are blind?"
Since they were familiar with each other, Ryan didn't have to worry about what he said. He joked, "Senior, I don't mean to offend you. But my teacher has done in-depth research on the bloodline of werewolves. From the perspective of biological science, there is nothing wrong with the first half of your sentence..."
Bazel: “…”
…
Ryan and his companion walked out of the "fog of war", and the "Ghost Mushroom Elder" Daler and Coleman's warriors who were waiting outside also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dr. Ryan, how are the negotiations going?"
"What do those invaders want to do? Should we go to war now?"
“…”
Several warrior leaders riding monsters responded immediately. As long as Ryan said something wrong, they would immediately launch an attack into the fog.
Elder Dale also came over, looking solemn, and asked, "Are they coming for the temple?"
Apart from Ryan and his men, he could not trust any "invaders" who invaded their home.
"Yes, they did come for the temple before."
Ryan said directly: "Those people are also old acquaintances of mine. After I told them that the temple is a 'dead place', they gave up the idea of going deeper."
Elder Dale also found it a little unbelievable: "Those people gave up so easily?"
Although he felt that Dr. Ryan was a friend and should not be doubted, the other party were all top invaders. Could they just give up like that?
"right."
Ryan couldn't explain the covenant to them for the time being, so he just told them the result: "They will leave the forest immediately and won't go any deeper. Also, I told them that the soldiers will monitor them as they leave the forest, so there shouldn't be any problems."
“I see…”
Hearing this, Elder Dale's brows relaxed.
If the enemy did not retreat, they would definitely have to fight. But it was difficult to completely capture a team like a sharp knife. When a big battle broke out, even if they killed a few invaders, the tribesmen would definitely suffer casualties.
Unless they are forced into war, they do not want war at all.
But now that he's promised to leave, that's good news.
Thinking of this, Elder Dale said to Ryan: "Doctor Ryan, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble this time. You have saved our tribe from an unnecessary bloody conflict."
Ryan smiled and said, "I am a friend of the Coleman tribe..."
Elder Dale nodded, and said to the tribesmen around him: "Remove the encirclement and traps in the direction of exiting the forest. Team Gar, you are responsible for monitoring those people leaving the forest. If you find anything unusual, report it immediately..."
"Yes, Elder!"
At the command, the Warcraft Knights in the jungle immediately took action.
…
Ymir and her companions left the forest directly as agreed.
Ryan and Bazel returned to the Atrium Temple Tribe with the large army of the Coleman tribe .
Although the round trip took a few days, the gains were enormous.
At least, Ryan has made sure to leave a way out for the Coleman tribe.
Although the Coleman tribe has strong individual combat capabilities and has the advantage of time and place in the forest, in a real large-scale war, their backward equipment and population disadvantage will make it increasingly difficult for them to cope, and the war will become more and more tragic.
The longer this war dragged on, the more those "War Elephant-class" and "Behemoth-class" mechanical cities would enter the forest, and the Warcraft mounts and a small amount of artillery would be unable to harm the mechanical cities at all.
The Coleman tribe was no longer qualified to engage in a frontal battle, except for its continuous defeat.
By then, it is only a matter of time before the large army of the City of Glory invades the Atrium Tribe.
So, as soon as he returned to the tribe, Ryan went to the bamboo house again and found the great witch priest Mafa.
…
There were only Ryan and Marfa in the room.
The atmosphere was somewhat solemn.
Although Ryan brought back the key to the mechanical box that locked the Coleman clan's sacred artifact, Marfa said it was too late.
The seal has been broken, and the outbreak of the [Black Tide] is irreversible.
But in fact, no matter when the key is found, whether the "black tide" predicted by the Coleman ancestor will erupt, the situation of the Coleman tribe has now reached a life-and-death situation.
Ever since he got some information about the attack movements of large troops from Ymir, Ryan made some deductions in his mind and became more and more convinced that this war would be completely over within a few months.
He persuaded again: "Master Wuji, this is the conclusion I have come to. In two months at most, the large mechanical city will invade the depths of the forest. The artillery on the large mechanical city, both in range and power, is more than ten times that captured by our tribal warriors! Moreover, there is a magic tower on each mechanical city, which is a magical building that allows a fifth-level magician to have the combat power of an 'elder'..."
"You, the Kerman tribe, have been very kind to me and my companions. I don't want to see my friends suffer. The ancestral precepts must not be violated, and the temple must be protected. But I don't want to see the brave warriors in the tribe use stone spears and bows and arrows to fight against the steel castle, use their bodies to resist artillery, and make fearless sacrifices. God Morogos's will is above, and I think He doesn't want to see His believers being brutally killed and slaughtered by the enemy..."
"I don't think that the will of God Morogos will be blamed for the strategic retreat. On the contrary, this is the only way for the fire of civilization to continue, faith to continue to exist, and the will of God to never die..."
“…”
Last time, Ryan also tried to persuade her, but Marfa didn't respond.
Tribal culture is very primitive and simple, but also very stubborn.
But faith is above everything else, and tribal warriors feel that protecting the temple is more important than life.
Ryan knew that the old man in front of him must have understood what he had said before.
After listening to Ryan's story, Marfa's old face looked even more lonely.
He walked to the window of the bamboo house, looked out, and saw the people in the village. Once, this place was peaceful; now, it was full of wounded people and the elderly, weak and disabled.
As the wise old man watched, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
No one spoke for a while, and the room was so quiet that it was a little scary.
Occasionally, you could hear a hissing sound coming from under the bamboo building, which were the sound of several giant pythons spitting out their tongues.
Ryan felt that he should speak. He looked at the desolate figure by the window, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
The old man decided not to retreat, and all the warriors of the tribe would fight to the death until the last drop of blood was shed.
If the old man decides to relocate the tribe, then the clan that has been guarding the temple...the ancestral precepts that have been upheld by generations will collapse.
On one side is the ancestral teachings, and on the other is the life and death of the entire ethnic group. He is the supreme leader of the tribe, and the burden of decision falls on his shoulders alone.
It would be like a mountain, a pressure that others could not imagine.
…
After a long time, no one spoke.
Ryan felt that this time he might return empty-handed again.
But at this time,
Mafa opened her eyes and sighed: "That's all..."
He came back to his senses, looked at Ryan, and said slowly: "It is indeed as you said. Only if the flame of the Coleman tribe continues, the will of the god Morogos will never die."
When Ryan heard this, he immediately perked up. Did the old man finally figure it out?
In fact, he had wanted to say it a long time ago. Since the temple was a "death place", just let those guys die.
But this involves the field of "faith", and the Coleman people will never allow living people to break into the temple.
I didn't dare say this.
"Doctor Ryan, you are right. The children in the tribe are still too young. They should not die in this doomed war."
At this time, Marfa suddenly changed the subject and said, "But the temple must be protected... In that case, let us old bones take on the responsibility."
“…”
When Ryan heard this, he vaguely guessed something and frowned again.
But looking at Marfa's serious expression, it seemed that this was the final decision.
Come to think of it, he didn't say anything.
