"No, I failed." The clerk replied. Because he saw that the other party was not going to read the letter, he retracted his hand.

"Not successful?" Leto hiccupped again. "It doesn't matter if you didn't succeed... I don't care whether you succeed or not. Success is of course the best, and it doesn't matter if you don't succeed..."

"Your Highness, you are drunk..." The servant reminded kindly. "I'll discuss this matter tomorrow."

Leto looked at the servant beside him with a pitiful look. Maybe he looked drunk, staggering, and unstable, but he knew very well in his mind. And this servant didn't even notice this? Of course, as a nobleman, there was no need to care about such trivial matters with the same servant.

"So, the relevant rumors have spread?" Leto continued to ask.

"Everything has gone as planned," replied the clerk. "The vampire should be able to hear this rumor soon. Even if he hasn't heard of it, our people will reveal this news to him after a while."

"Very good... In this way, even if the vampire wants to use the Bin tribe's troops, they have to think more. And it's only half a month, and when the vampire weighs it, there's probably no time left. All the generals in the Ryan army have the same view - as long as the army passes through the valley and reaches Sivania, the vampire will undoubtedly be defeated.

Sometimes, I must admire Belle. Just such a relaxed plan made the vampire’s plan to use the remnants of the Bin clan fail. Of course, being able to accept such suggestions and put them into practice also shows that I am also a very capable superior...

"Is there anything else?" Leto praised himself in his heart, and then continued to ask the clerk.

"No more... Oh, your highness has another small thing. Your writer proposes to go to the front line to record the process of the war in detail."

"It's enough to satisfy him." Leto replied. The writer... Haha... This time there were two writers in his army. One came from the royal city and the other sent by the church. It seems that this is a war that is sure to win but is worthy of being famous in history. His name, Leto, will probably become a name that occupies an important position in history, rather than a mediocre and mediocre prince. After his death, he will be quickly forgotten and only leave an insignificant name on the royal family genealogy...

The alcohol mixed with excitement rushed to Leto's forehead. His servant failed to hold him up, causing him to stagger for several steps, and he fell to the ground without stepping on his feet. Seeing this, the clerk immediately remembered another important matter and quickly said goodbye and left. After he left, the servant finally helped the master up again.

...

"The Ryans are starting to march." Eric recounts this reality. "They are moving steadily and restoring the abandoned camps of the Binne."

There were a little more people at this meeting. Except for Ashu Rufate and Eric, all the middle-level members, that is, all the black magicians, attended the meeting. Of course, Eric, who did not understand black magic, was actually just a nameless adviser.

The reason for the meeting was that the Ryans' battle seemed to have exceeded Ash Rufate's expectations. They did not use the path, but rushed from the front directly. According to the tip, the Ryans did not establish any solid defensive camps on the other section of the path. Although the reconnaissance ability of the vampire side was very weak and could not obtain specific deployment or mobilization of Ryan's army, the situation of such camps was still believed.

"I'm afraid there's a trap." A black magician replied. "The lessons of the failure of the Bin clan are still obvious. No matter how stupid a person is, he will not make the same mistake."

"If there is a trap...what would it be?"

"My Duke, I believe it's inside us." Someone interjected. "I heard a rumor recently. Damon seems to have reached some kind of secret agreement with the Ryans and will betray us at critical moments. They are at the back of us at this moment, and if they make trouble at critical moments... it will cause a fatal threat."

"Damon?" Ashu Rufate pondered, but did not answer.

"Why did Damon make this choice? What benefits can he get from betrayal? What can guarantee that he gets from these benefits?" Eric asked back. The old soldier smiled clearly when he spoke, but Ashu Rufate understood his intentions. Perhaps Eric never expected that one day he would serve a vampire and be a colleague of the same group of black magicians.

"I don't know." The one who spoke replied. "But I believe that a person who betrayed once is always easier in the second betrayal, and there will be no psychological barriers such as loyalty, morality, conscience."

Eric looked at the other party. Due to the influence of black magic, these magicians looked like young people or even teenagers, but Eric knew that many of them could be their grandfathers. According to Eric, during this period, several black magicians came to Sivania from unknown places and quickly joined the vampire. Like all the newcomers who just joined would do, they were also working hard to show themselves to gain the favor of vampires - using all methods.

"Wait...wait..." Another black magician spoke. "I can...sure... this is a... rumor."

The others' eyes were focused on the black magician.

"Why do you say that?" the person asked earlier.

"The church... has already...provide Damon's...head... at this time, if he betrays... then... would be stupid... he... is a... smart person... he won't make such a mistake."

"The Ryan may also add the cancellation of wanted article in the secret agreement."

"This kind of...public...promotion...cancelled...otherwise...what's face is the church? No matter how stupid a person is, he will not believe...this promise...unless...there is any reliable...guarantee. But...this secret contract...is impossible...with any guarantee..."

The black magician seemed to have suffered some injuries in his throat, which made his voice intermittently. However, his logic was clear and impeccable.

"But there is always this risk." The previous one replied. "After all, sometimes people will be confused or be obsessed with it. Lord Duke, I suggest you..."

"I get it..." Ashu Rufate replied. "What should we do if Ryan's army comes from the front?"

"There is no choice but to fight from the front." This time Eric said. "The whole war will be composed of a series of small battles. In this case, whoever has the strongest will will persist until the end. And I suggest that we must choose the battlefield behind...the position here..." Eric pointed his finger at a point on the map.

"There are no camps built by the Bin tribe here, so that we can pursue the victory if we win."

Ashrufate shook his head. The camps left by the Bin tribe became the best support for the Ryans to take every step of the camp. Although he tried his best to burn and destroy them, the foundation of the civil engineering was still there. Anyone with some experience knew that building a city wall with nothing and restoring it on the basis of a broken city wall are two different things. The former requires several times or even more than ten times the manpower and time of the latter.

It only takes a little time for the Ryans to repair the camps as an excellent position for blocking and defense. These camps are one-way defense - when the undead legion attacks from south to north, the camps are strong defenses, and when the Ryans attack from north to south, the camps have almost no defense capabilities. Perhaps this is a pawn left by premeditated long ago.

"First of all, a small outpost battle should be made to determine their morale and equipment. I heard that the Ryans carried a powerful artillery and were ready to be put into battle. This is probably their ace. I suggest seeing the effects of the artillery to determine the countermeasures." A black magician suggested.

"Since the Ryans did not use that path, it was our turn to use that path." Another said. "Just organize a roundabout operation behind enemy lines - even just a little demonstration, the Ryans must be divided into garrisons. The remaining troops are about 10,000 to 20,000, which means we have lost a quarter of their troops on the critical battlefield without any effort. If the Duke permits, I am willing to carry out this task."

"But you have to consider that the Ryans may be thinking the same as us." Eric reminded the other party. "Maybe they have set up some traps here, just waiting to annihilate an Immortal Legion and use their first victory to boost morale. This is a great risk."

Asu Ruffat was thinking about the trap behind the other party. The enemy's commander was Berel, and that person was an enemy that could not be underestimated by any means. Mimilu monitored the path, so it was certain that no one could pass, so what was the other party's thinking behind it? As Eric said, he was also using the same idea? At some distance, there was an elite force that had been fast, waiting to give an annihilation blow to the enemy passing through the path?

But in this way, it means they have pulled an elite force out of the main battlefield... It is impossible, and Berel cannot make such a clever but actually stupid mistake. What other reasons are there?

"Master!" Carrie screamed in her mind.

"What's wrong, Carrie?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"Meno... Under Meno City, the Ryan army appeared!" Carrie replied. She established contact with Meno City in some way, issued orders and listened to reports in the name of Ashu Rufate, so she immediately obtained relevant information. "There are thousands of... Fortunately, they did not have siege equipment... Details... Wait a minute, someone opened the city gate... They have already come in!"

"How is it possible... Mimilu?" Although the Semu tribes have all kinds of extraordinary talents and are born as the best scouts and thieves, this does not mean that they can ignore all dangers. After all, they are ordinary creatures. A bullet, an arrow, or a small mistake climbing a cliff will cause fatal results.

"I will contact you immediately!" Carrie remained silent.

"Stay calm, Ashurufate, calm down! When you hear the bad news, if you calm down, your subordinates will only shake. If you shake, your subordinates will be frightened. If you panic, your subordinates will collapse." For some reason, at this moment, only what Thomas said to him was echoing in his mind.
Chapter completed!