Early in the morning, a Toulous envoy holding a white flag sent a letter of surrender.

"Dear Belmar Empire envoy, on behalf of the Senate of the Toulouse, I would like to issue you an application for a ceasefire and invite you to the Riku Line to discuss surrender with Elder Basir."

"I am a messenger, please lead the way." Yang Jian raised his hand and the group followed the messenger Toulous.

Along the way, there was pungent smoke everywhere, and the wreckage of the catapult cart was everywhere. As for the injured Frost Goblins, they had been carried away by stretchers.

"Brother Jian", Hans attached to Yang Jian's ear and whispered, "Will the Toulous tribe be hit by this painful blow, design a trap for us to drill?"

"I don't move, and I will respond to changes with the same change." Yang Jian half-squinted his eyes and looked around at the surrounding situation.

After walking for about half an hour, the group walked to a huge cave.

The whistling cold wind rushed out of the cave, making people's teeth tremble.

"Don't worry, you'll arrive after walking a short distance into the cave." The envoy of Toulous led Yang Jian and his party into the cave.

I saw that the cave was pitch black, and only faint light was refracted through the smooth cave wall.

Yang Jian even observed a strange creature - a foam spider. This kind of thing that was big in the washbasin jumped up and down in the cave, spitting out spider silk as thick as noodles, and woven webs around it.

After walking along the way, Yang Jian felt more and more confused.

Just as Yang Jian was thinking about it, the light in front of him became stronger and stronger, pulling him back to his thoughts.

A row of figures soon appeared in front of them, holding torches in their hands, burning whistling, illuminating the surroundings.

"Welcome the Belmar Empire Envoy!!!", a burst of cheers came from the crowd.

The tall and mighty Toulous men were like rows of hills forming a welcome formation. They even held a small colorful flag in their hands, shaking left and right, cheering.

Yang Jian and others were stunned. This was not what they were coming to surrender. They were clearly welcoming the soldiers who returned in triumphant success!

Standing at the front was an old man with a kind and gentle expression. He stood with his hands behind his back, and the aura of the superior was inadvertently emitted.

The old man raised his hand to signal, and the cheers stopped.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and looked at Yang Jian and his group with a smile.

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. The envoys traveled thousands of miles from Belmar. Let us welcome them with the warmest applause!"

"Papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa!", the applause like thunder sounded neatly, obviously after a rehearsal.

"You must be Elder Basir. On behalf of all members, I, Yang Jian, thank the nobles for their warm invitation!"

Yang Jian and others were full of energy. After feeling the enthusiasm of the Toulouse tribe, their original suspicion immediately disappeared.

The smile in Basir's eyes became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that there was a little more playfulness.

Yang Jian even began to imagine the situation of drinking and chatting with the elders in the Senate, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Both of them were laughing, but they had completely different meanings.

"On behalf of the entire Toulous clan, I invite you..." Baser paused and stared at Yang Jian and his group of people with his eyes tightly.

The smooth road ahead was not as strong and reliable as it seemed on the surface, but a trap woven from the spider silk of a foam spider.
Chapter completed!