Chapter 289

The dilapidated magic lamp hung on the top of the tent, shining slightly, and the rich bloody smell filled the air with a fishy smell.

Creak! Creak!

After nibbling the flesh and blood, habakhak spit out a little broken bone, then threw away the blood stained bone held in his hands, and then stepped heavily on his right foot wearing iron boots, causing the bone to crack.

The magic light was a little dazzling. He looked up at the flickering brilliance. There was a ferocious smile at the corners of his mouth. He immediately turned his head and looked at the shadow in the corner. There was cruelty in his dark green eyes.

"Since you're here, why hide your head and show your feet!"

"Good night, chief habakhak!" the subtle spell waves dispersed, and a bent figure asked respectfully to the Jackal chief.

The color of surprise flashed away. Habakhak didn't expect the other party to know himself, and immediately showed an interested look in his eyes.

"A lobbyist in edalas? What's up?"

"No, I'm not a lobbyist in edalas. I just want to tell you the origin of the human heavy cavalry and the news of a fine iron vein."

"Ha ha! Ha ha!" the laughter sounded. Habakhak looked at the solid figure wrapped in front of him, and a touch of life energy appeared.

"Very interesting news. If I can keep you, can I get more?"

Roar!

The inexplicable wolf howl echoed in the tent, the trace of cold frost condensed on the items everywhere, and the energy in the air fluctuated like waves to disperse the faint pressure.

"So now, do you think you can still keep me?" the old dignified voice echoed in the Jackal chief's ear, causing bursts of blood to roll.

"Blood warlock!?" habakhak's face was suddenly dignified. He didn't expect that a noble blood warlock would sneak into the camp.

Regardless of any race, as legal professionals, erudition is the foundation. They usually hold high-level positions within the race. Maybe human beings are different, but a legal professional is definitely a guest of nobility.

Blood warlocks are the best of legal professionals. They are born with the ability to cast spells. They have no tutors, do not need spell books, do not need strict training, and can pry the element energy between heaven and earth by relying on pure blood power and willpower.

"Then, please tell me the news." habakhak sat up and looked at the mysterious blood warlock in front of him.

"Valoran collar, the human heavy cavalry comes from Valoran collar, and the fine iron vein is also in Valoran collar!" the old voice sounded again, but listening carefully, I could hear some helplessness.

Valoran collar!?

Habakhak looked puzzled. Before plundering heimu and Yinsong provinces, the koker tribe gave him some relevant information, including the Valoran collar.

He could not understand why there were so strong heavy cavalry in the territory of a baron, who could even control such important materials as refined iron veins.

When he looked back again and wanted to continue asking, he found that there was the shadow of blood warlock in the tent, and his ferocious face showed a thoughtful look.

"Edalas City, Valoran collar! It's interesting that evil water leads East!"

He knew that the Valoran collar must be difficult to do, otherwise the other party would not put forward it so obviously, but what he sought was not the territory, but the human heavy cavalry.

If you don't destroy the heavy cavalry and the Jackal Legion won't leave Yinsong province intact, what will you do if the territory is invaded?

"I'm looking forward to the collision with you. What kind of confidence is it that makes less than 2000 of you dare to face my Legion!"

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Harriman castle, a noble castle in the style of military fortress, has a thick and ancient flavor lingering in the towering gray city wall. The vigilant noble guards stand on the wall piers, and the sharp blades in their hands reflect the scattered moonlight.

Maybe it's because I heard of the attack of jackals. The atmosphere of the whole castle is solemn and cold, and faint Dharma patterns appear on the wall.

In the resplendent main hall, there are soft piano music echoes. In the middle of the dance floor, many young nobles are dancing. What a gentle scene, you can see the customs of the upper class at a glance.

Viscount Rockefeller stood at the window edge of the private room, overlooking the elegant banquet below, looking complacent.

"The Harriman family will always be the Harriman family! It will not change its status because of the rise of other nobles in the north."

"Do you think so, uncle atley?" Rockefeller said with a slight smile, looking at the old silver haired man returning behind him.

"Yes, the Harriman family will stand forever," said Butler atley respectfully, with his head slightly lowered, but there was a faint worry in the depths of his eyes.

"I have finished the task you assigned. It depends on the choice of the Jackal Legion."

"Those orcs and beasts will make the right choice, and edalas city will not be so easy to break." Rockefeller raised the wine glass on the mahogany frame on the right, and the little rippling wine reflected his happy look.

"I'll go down and talk to my friend. Please uncle atley pay attention to the movement over the wall."

Butler attley watched Rockefeller disappear into the room. His deep eyes were full of helplessness and finally turned into a sigh.

As the housekeeper of the Harriman family, he should not have cared about these, but Rockefeller's performance and the silence of Valoran's collar made him a lot of worries.

"Lord Raphael, I don't know if your choice is correct."

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The sky is not completely bright, a touch of night remains in the sky, the white moon rings hang faintly, and the dim stars dot the gray sky.

Somewhere on a hill, kryl and Skar are sleeping together. The saliva drips on the dragon lizard's neck, making Skar shake his body from time to time.

Da Da! Da Da!

The sound of horses' hoofs like a rainstorm woke up the Yodel people. He rubbed his eyes with his hands. He saw the person and complained, "what's this, little guy? It's not dawn yet."

"Lord Craig, the jackals are moving. The exact whereabouts are unknown," Gregory said, bowing down from his horse, with a hard face and a dignified look.

"??" Krieg had some doubts, but he soon woke up. These wild orcs gave up their food and chose the target again?

"Go, release scouts, and be sure to know their next move." Krieg has a bad hunch. This is his immortal intuition. Something bad is going to happen.

A day later, at the top of the flat road, krei looked at the rapidly moving jackal Legion not far away, his face as black as a pot.

"Damn it, the target of these guys is Valoran!"

If it was not clear at the time of the initial follow-up, but now the route of the Jackal Legion is only one territory - Valoran, then everything is obvious.

"Shall we send someone to the town of irvindale to inform?" Gregory said with the same look of helplessness. The Jackal Legion was forcing them to make a choice.

Is it a frontal collision? Or slowly encroach until the Jackal Legion invades Valoran?