"His Excellency Bernando." Beller raised the curtain door and walked into the tent while speaking, and Robin followed him. In the tent, a man in a purple cloak was sitting on a chair - the chair, a simple small table and a camp bed formed all the furniture in the tent. He seemed not to hear Beller's voice, and maintained a posture of an old monk entering into meditation. But Beller seemed not to be offended, and stood motionless at the entrance.

Until Robin began to wonder if the other party was a little abnormal, the priest named Bernando finally opened his eyes.

"Sorry," Bernando said. "I was meditating just now. Lord Beral, what are you here to do for me?"

"How is the vampire?"

"I don't know." Bernando replied. "Why do you ask me about this kind of thing? You should ask the Bin tribe...such as the Great Elder of Kedasa."

Berel smiled slightly. "There is no one here, my dear priest. I know you can sense the existence of vampires. So I want to know where the vampires are."

"That is the power God has given me. I can only sense Him, but I can't know what He is doing." Bernando replied. "It's just helping me find vampires at any time, and that's all."

"Oh," Berel looked at the other party, "Which path will you plan to take when you retreat?"

This time, Bernando's face was obviously shaken.

"Retreat? What does it mean? Didn't we march all the way smoothly?"

"Oh, I believe the church always needs to consider this. After all, there is a possibility of defeat." Berel smiled all over his face, but Bernando's face was obviously not very good-looking.

"Governor, please don't make such jokes." The other party pulled his cloak. "I want to meditate. If you have nothing else, please leave here."

After receiving this unceremonious order to expel guests, Beller made a gesture helplessly, then turned around and left the tent.

"Sir, you suddenly..." Robin asked anxiously after leaving the tent and came to a place where no one was around. He really didn't understand why Berel came here to say these words.

"Robin, the war is about to end." Beral looked at Robin with a smile. "You have any feelings about this."

"Well, you said that as long as the shore tribe arrives in Sivania, the vampires have no choice but to fight to the final battle." Robin asked anxiously. "Who will win?"

"I don't know." Berel looked innocent. "But if I were to put a bet, I would be on the side of the Blood Duke."

"Why?" Robin remembered clearly that Bereal had carefully analyzed the strength comparison of both sides for him before, and believed that the Bin Clan had a great chance of winning. Could it be that Lord Bereal had amnesia and forgot everything before (although Bereal speculated that the vampire had ace, the ace was still unknown).

"There was a fundamental problem." Berel replied. "The Bin tribe must be defeated." When they said this, they came to a small hill. There was no one nearby here. Standing here, they could see the camps built by the Bin tribe in the distance.

"Sir, please don't keep it in a silence." Robin couldn't stand it anymore. The vampire did not show his ace!

"Robin, do you understand politics?" Beller suddenly asked. "As a general, you should have some sense of politics, otherwise you may be killed by a subordinate on the way home from Triumph. You don't want to end this result, right?"

"Sir, you're going to talk about it again," shouted Robin. "You haven't told me what's going on."

"Well, let's say that, some people don't want the Bincat to win." Belle replied. "In fact, there are 'many' people who don't want the Bincat to win."

"Who?" Robin was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"The church, the Ryan people, and some other inexplicable guys." Berel replied. "The Bin tribe may not escape this disaster." His voice was filled with some regret. "The best result is that some of the Bin tribes who remained after the war were controlled by Ryan and migrated away. Twenty years, in just twenty years, the Bin tribe will become a historical term and will only be mentioned by a few scholars."

"It sounds sad, Robin." Beller's voice was filled with helplessness and some unexplained cruelty. "The soldiers fought bloody battles on the front line, but they were about to be stabbed in the back. But they had no choice but to do anything about this situation."

"Master Belar, why... you suddenly said that..." Perhaps Robin stuttered a little by the frightened Beral's words.

"There are all kinds of interests. Or, when the Bin tribes were persuaded to capture Sivania, their fate was destined. Since then, they have been chess pieces on the chessboard, allowing the chess players to play with them at will, and there is no chance of escaping." Belle shrugged. "But to be honest, we are one of the planners of this tragedy."

A smile appeared on Beller's face, but this smile made Robin shudder. It was half a fox and half a leopard's smile, dangerous, cunning, cruel and full of viciousness. He never expected that Beller's face would have such an expression.

"Robin, don't you understand? I ask you, why do the Bin clan believe that the Ryans won't raid them behind their backs?"

"Because the church made public guarantees." Robin hesitated for a moment and answered the same.

"Yes, the reason why the church came forward was because the Ryans made some private transaction with the church. But no matter what, on the surface, the church would not allow its flawless reputation to be hurt, and would never allow the Ryans to easily betray the agreement. Well, it turns out that I didn't consider these factors at the beginning. I thought it would be easy to find an excuse to start a war... Not to mention this. In short, for the church, the most perfect result is that the Bin tribe was defeated by vampires. They completed the transaction and successfully got rid of all the accusations. After all, the capture of Sivania is dangerous in itself. Do you understand?"

"The church...but..."

"And for the Ryan people, there is no essential difference between whether they are facing a vampire with heavy losses or a Bin clan who suffer heavy losses. If you have to choose, vampires are more suitable opponents. This is because on the one hand, there is no problem with the excuse of starting a war, and the second is that the vampires do not have the ability to defend the city, and the Bin clan has, and the Immortal Legion cannot be bought, the Bin clan can. This subtle difference determines that they also tend to defeat the Bin clan... and then absorb the remaining power of the Bin clan to strengthen themselves."

"Oh, Lord General, why do you know this?"

"Letto told me a letter, and he warned me to leave quickly." Berel smiled. "That person is not bad, and he finally didn't turn against him... Of course, he also had some intentions." Berel replied.

"So, what do you think will happen next?"

"I don't know, but I think it's likely that Kedasa's stupid behavior led to internal dissatisfaction, and bribed some of the people in the Bin tribe. They evacuate the battlefield at the critical moment of the decisive battle... It's probably like that. Of course, there may be other possibilities, but I don't care about these. What I need to know is that there will be no danger when we follow Bernando."

“Why?”

"Because he is the ace. It doesn't matter if the other priests die (there are magicians anyway), but Bernando used some kind of magic to lock in the vampire. He was the key to searching for vampires after the war and killing the roots, so he must be fine. We must keep a close eye on this priest. If he wants to run, we have to run."

"Then are all the other priests... going to be sacrificed? Does the Bin tribe have no chance?"

"If you want to talk about opportunities, there will be still. If the Bin tribe has an excellent and wise leader who can unite all strength and unite to defeat the vampire in the decisive battle..." He did not finish his words, but the regret in his voice clearly explained his opinion.

In fact, even in Robin's opinion, Kedasa was not the one who matched Belar's request.

...

Eric stopped and looked back.

Passing this path is smoother than he expected. Due to the existence of that dragon, this area is a completely unmanned land. The dragon is a third-party existence that no one wants to provoke. Even in this battle, the Bin clan did not have much guard against this path.

A beast with wings, traveling thousands of miles a day, and is wise enough. If such a guy becomes an enemy, I don’t know how difficult it is. The relevant official records clearly illustrate this point-the Ryans dispatched troops to deal with the dragon many times, but they still couldn’t do anything, but instead suffered heavy losses. In the end, when they had no choice, they had to compromise and abide by the dragon’s occupation and control of this mountainous area.

But now I think that the dragon should have been dead. No matter what, it entered the enemy's territory from here, and it can even be said to be the enemy's base.

Eric calmed down and immediately drove away all the doubts and waves in his heart. He was originally a man with a firm will, but this was his first time fighting for a vampire. And he knew that his choice would determine the outcome of the war. If he chose to betray the vampire, then the vampire's plan would be completely finished.

It's really strange, why do vampires value him so much? And it's the kind of unconditional respect. Although he had come to the position of general step by step with his military achievements in Sham, he, as a "general", was just a deputy general and did not have the power to command the army alone. After he was exiled to Sivania, he never expected that he could make a comeback.

"How is the situation?" he asked the people around him. Two of these people were black magicians. But strangely, the vampires did not send these two black magicians to monitor him, but instead made them completely obey his orders in case of providing magic support in the war.

"Everything is good, no problem." Several subordinates answered. These people were half mercenaries and half were vampires. However, Eric could not guarantee their loyalty. This short period of time was enough to make him familiar with his troops (the vampire did not let him command the command temporarily, but gave the army completely), but he could not know more. If anyone of them sneaked away and reported the message to the Bincun, Eric would not be surprised. But he had some intuition that the vampire did not simply send a loyal army to carry out such an important battle.

He threw away this idea. Since he had made a decision, don't regret it and do his best to do it.
Chapter completed!