"In the fourth year of the New Calendar, the 112th day of the Sivanian War. The date of the decisive battle was finally approaching. Although the continuous harassment of the vampire has not stopped, it has also weakened significantly. He is probably also concentrating his efforts to prepare for the final battle... The things that Lord Belle said to me were entangled and questioning the depths of my soul. I originally thought that the war was just a battle between the two sides on the battlefield, which depends on the bravery of the soldiers and the command of the generals. But now it seems that everything is not that simple. I asked Lord Belle, what should I do now if he was a general of the Bin tribe? He shook his head and told me that first, you should not be greedy, second, you should not be stupid. I cannot understand what he meant, but I know he would not continue to explain. Because some of them are something I cannot understand now..."

Robin sighed and put down his pen. He once wrote this war diary with great enthusiasm, hoping to record this war as a valuable record for his future reference. But the facts seemed to be a joke with him, and the war was decided before it began.

The sound outside was very loud, so he could hardly continue writing. Moreover, the sound was very messy and could not tell what the Bin tribe was saying. In fact, even if they spoke slowly, it was difficult for Robin to understand. He did not understand the Bin tribe's dialect.

"Robin!" An urgent voice sounded, and it was Belle who spoke. Belle rushed into Robin's tent.

"Sir!" With just one glance, Robin judged from Beller's face that something major had happened. "A decisive battle began to take place?" he asked instinctively.

"No. Last night, the vampire captured the city of Mir." Berel replied. "Bernando has left, we have no time. Get your luggage right away, throw away all the extra things, and we must set off within five minutes."

"Mir City? But...that city...is behind us!"

"Well, the vampire circled back from that dragon path to our back." Beller said simply.

Robin also knew what was going on that road. He taught enough lessons to tell people that the dragon was a third party that could not be accused of. The dragon was a flame that could spew out gold and iron, with wings that traveled thousands of miles a day, and a beast that could not enter the body with great strength. If all this was not dangerous enough, the dragon also had a sharp sense far exceeding humans and a high IQ that was not inferior to the human mind. So even this war, no one had any ideas about that road.

"I think this is the ace that the vampire plans to deal with the siege army," Berel replied. "He probably killed that dragon long ago. Hurry up, I'll tell you the details later."

But Robin was ready long ago. The two men quickly left the place and ran towards the place where the horses hid. Several Belle's guards were waiting for them here, each with two horses, which could support them to move quickly for a long time.

After getting on the horse, Beller's attitude eased. The visionary governor had already drawn up an escape route for himself and his entourage on the map, so he was in charge and was not afraid at this moment.

"Sir, why can vampires raid..."

"Because the vampire asked his human servant to take the lead." Before Robin finished speaking, Belar took over the conversation. "It seems that I underestimated him. I originally thought that Sivania had a population of less than 100,000, and no matter how it was pieced together, it would not be able to raise a decent army. So the vampire would completely give up the plan of relying on human soldiers and treat them as defensive forces at most. But he did not expect that he would do the opposite... rely on the Qianbian human soldiers to launch a raid."

"Of course, half of this is also due to Kedasa. In order to strengthen the front line, he almost drained the troops in the rear..." Beller smiled for some reason. "However, being able to be defeated by the enemy's superb strategy rather than being stabbed in the back by his allies is also a comfort to him. At least he will not be full of pain and hatred before death, and he will die unwillingly."

"Then the Bin clan..."

"The Bin tribe is over." Berel replied without any concealment. "But the Ryans' plan to consume has also failed."

"What's the meaning?"

"The holy water is limited and is mainly provided to the frontline troops." Berel replied. "The old, weak, women and children in the rear did not get the holy water. The vampire will kill all the Bin tribe and resurrect their bodies. In this way, he can replenish his troops from death immediately."

"But the Bin tribe can escape." A large number of Bin tribes are scattered on the plain centered on Mir City. After the city falls, they may not be able to fight, but they should have enough chances to escape.

"It's useless. The plain does not mean that you can escape." Belle replied. There was a small wood in front of him. He stopped his horse and signaled a guard to investigate first. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he took out a map from his backpack and signaled to Robin.

"Here, here, here, here... If these five or six key points are held, all the women and children of the Bin tribe can be trapped on this plain and there is no escape. It is impossible for the vampire to see that, he will definitely do this. Perhaps only a very small number of people can escape this massacre."

A little later, the guard came back. There was nothing doubtful in the woods, and fresh horseshoe prints were found on the ground. This showed that within half a day, other teams passed here.

"It seems that Bernando is also walking this path." After thinking for a while, Beral came to this conclusion. "It seems that the guy is very smart, he is ready for a long time. Let's go."

He thought clearly that the vampire is now eager to complete the siege and will not have the time to take care of this carefully selected remote path.

"By the way, Lord Beral, where are we going?"

"Go to meet Leto." Belle replied. "He was waiting there. But this time, although he failed to achieve the purpose of consuming vampires... but forced the vampire to reveal his ace." Speaking of this, Belle was still a little surprised. "Although I have considered this, it is too difficult to kill that dragon. The dragon is famous for being a kind-hearted person and fighting with all his enemies. If you don't do it well, it is equivalent to causing a huge trouble for yourself. But because of this, if you kill this dragon, you will have an opportunity to launch a raid. Think about it, this way, it is equivalent to wandering behind the enemy, surrounding them in the valley, and cutting off their supplies and support. To be honest, although this idea is dangerous, it is very genius, and I didn't expect it."

"Sir, didn't you expect it? Didn't you say that you feel a little better than him..." Robin remembered that Belar once thought he was better than that Asus Ruffatt.

"There is a difference between seriousness and not seriousness. And if you are not in your position, you won't do anything." Berel laughed. "Anyway, this is not our war. Just wait and see how Kedasa will deal with it. In fact, he still has a chance now."

"Chance?"

"Well, now the Bin tribe has only two choices, breaking forward into Sivania, or backward, and returning to the city of Mir before the massacre. This is a difficult choice, or a cruel choice. On the surface, the latter is a relatively easy choice, but in fact the latter is a dead end, and the former has the only chance of life. Only by abandoning the elderly, weak, women and children who fall into the hands of vampires can you gain a trace of life in this dead end." Beller's voice brought a hint of coldness and ruthlessness. "Robin, even the right choice is not so easy to make, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"It's foolish! Because most people in this world are selfish and foolish. Only by using iron will and action to overcome foolishness can they gallop freely. Unfortunately, the Bin tribe is essentially just a loose alliance."

While Belar and Robin were moving forward rapidly, the leaders of the Bin clan camp also received relevant news sooner or later. Before they got the news, everyone was ready to prepare for the final battle. No one had ever considered the matter behind.

This news completely shocked everyone.

As Beller said, the Bin tribe was just a loose alliance, not an army unified under the same will. Rather than a unified army, they were a coalition of independent troops. Such emergencies beyond the normal range occurred, and the weakness of slow responses within the coalition was fully revealed. The Great Elder Kedasa had to be quick to react. After he determined the accuracy of the news, he immediately sent a letter to summon the leaders, but by the time he gathered together, the precious time had passed.

In the camp late at night, the lights of torches shone brightly in the leader's tent. In a fully contrasted manner with the bright fire, people's faces were faces. Negative feelings such as fear, anxiety, anger, etc. emerged and changed on one face after another.

The leader arranged a whole circle of seats in the tent of the tent, which was arranged according to the traditional elders of the Bin tribe. At this time, one-quarter of the seats were vacant, but the meeting had already begun.

Kedasa still sat in the presidency as usual. Over the past period of time, his power and his status have been greatly improved. At least four tribes publicly swore allegiance to him, and rumors were rumored that they had to obey him privately at least two digits. At this point, at least one-third of the power of the Bin tribe was only followed by his horse.

Kedasa was still wearing a black cloak with scarlet edges, wearing his red and gold clothes, bright as flames. But his face was obviously withered. After all, he was no longer young. The busyness of day and night and the mental blow made him look a little exhausted and exhausted. The joy of victory once gave him a brief youth and spirit, but at this moment, he was no longer as charm as before. His gray hair seemed a little scattered in the flames.

"Have Damon been here yet?" Kaidasa asked a subordinate beside him in a low voice. "I remember telling you that the first one to notify him."

"Sorry, but... he doesn't seem to want to come." The man replied in a low voice. There was still one-quarter of the seats that could be explained by "insufficient notification". It can only be understood separately.

Kedasa showed a wry smile that was unattractive. This was a crack caused by his own hands. Looking back now, he seemed too impatient. He should have been more secure, so that he would have caused fewer confrontations. But there was only a trace of regret. Damon's group had no choice—in fact, everyone had no choice.

Most elders and great elders have come here and have reached the prescribed number of people to hold a meeting. Even if Damon wants to do something secretly, there is no condition or excuse. He, Kedasa, is the most powerful person in the Bin clan, and the real uncrowned king.

"Everyone," Kaidasa spoke in a low voice. As he began to speak, he noticed with satisfaction that all the noise had disappeared. "What should we do now?"
Chapter completed!