Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel sat by the brazier, covered in a thick blanket, with a warm glass in both hands. The power of the Ice Spear penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul, and it would take a long time to expel it.

His hands couldn't stop shaking, on the one hand, the injuries caused by the collision of weapons in the battle, on the other hand, were caused by converting plasma into elements and forcibly using spells. Now even the action of holding the wine glass can't be done well, and the liquid surface is constantly rippling. Fortunately, there is no need to cast spells yet, otherwise the failure rate must be terrifyingly high.

"Knox actually sneaked in and cast a spell on me." Kerry still felt like he had a nightmare, and said to Siegel: "If you didn't happen to arrive, I would have Will take the whole steppe tribe to become those bald sharp knives and die for them."

"The Jackdaw tribe has no experience dealing with mages. It's not surprising that this happened." Siegel said: "The Scarface that was caught, how did you interrogate?"

"His mouth was tough at first, but in the hands of the Flay Tribe, even the Protoss couldn't hold on. In the steppe, they had a place among my least favorite tribes, but now it seems that these people are indeed He has some skills." Kerry looked at the penetrating wound in his left palm, moved his fingers a little, and then said, "He has already started the slaughter and said a lot of things. But the skinner did not stop the torture, and he continued to let him go over and over again. He repeated. The sorcerers of Knox are good at playing with minds, and no word is a lie. But the Flayers are tougher at playing with flesh, so keep them busy!"

Siegel nodded, thankful that the scarred face named "Frank" had been captured. When the Jackdaws' cavalry found him, the man was almost on the edge of the Holy Land. The cavalry dragged him back, pulled off his wig and found the old swirl tattoo on the top of his bare head. The Knox Commons were officially the enemy of the Jackdaw tribe, and the entire prairie was on alert.

"I almost ruined a good situation." Kerry buried his fingers in his hair, and the giants also had times of helplessness. "I've burned my head since I became the Khan King on the steppe, I'm too proud even without magic control, I don't even listen to my friends' persuasion. I've become obsessive. Siegel, how can we avoid this, how To always do the right thing?"

"You ask me?" Siegel pointed to himself, then waved his hand: "It's just the two of us here. I'll tell you the truth. I don't know the answer to your question at all. No one knows the answer, you need to know Even gods make mistakes. I don't dare to say that my choices are right, and the conclusions drawn through calculations do not always translate into victory."

Kerry looked up and asked Siegel, "Then you decided to fight me. Do you think you can win?"

"How is that possible?" Siegel said. "My only thought at the time was to **** you off, let the power of your bloodline play out, squeeze out the curse of thinking, and then hold on for as long as possible before you beat me. Unless I use magic, or only in martial arts, I There is no doubt of death. You were abnormal at that time, if you calm down, I would have died long ago."

Kerry nodded, thought about the process of the competition, and then said unceremoniously: "You also know that you can't beat me. If nothing else, you are indeed an honest person."

"Hey!" Siegel tapped the ground with a wine glass and said unhappily, "I'm here to save you, don't hurt people like that, okay?"

"I know if you leave the Holy Land, you can bring me down in a few minutes," Kerry said. "But here, you're taking too much risk. Do you really think you're not going to die?"

Seeing Kerry's good intentions, Siegel said, "You couldn't think too much about the situation at the time, only desperate and risky. Like I said, no one can be right forever, but if you are afraid of danger and watch Brother to die. That must be wrong."

"Okay, you're always right," Kerry said. "After this lesson, I have already invited the priests of the Sanling Temple to find a way to discover and prevent mind control. Before finding a way, the Holy Land is our only barrier. Under my order, the grassland tribes began to gather here. , like a flock of sheep in a blizzard. What do you think of this approach?"

"If you have trusted sources of intelligence in both Waterdeep and the elves, you can do it." Siegel sneered, and then said, "The group looks safe, but gives up the entire depth of the prairie. In Knox The Commonwealth will not fail. You can't fight the elves, but you can't let them advance into the forest. You have to hold on, stick, and withdraw at any time."

"Like when you fought me?"

Siegel nodded, and Kerry understood.

The two talked for a long time in the long hall, and made a covenant for Heimland and the Jackdaw tribe. Through the "Mid-mountain Trade Road", a line of communication for important materials such as horses, weapons, grain, and leather was established to unite the forces and resist the invasion of the elves. Siegel and Kerry, one in the south and the other in the north, echoed each other and cooperated with each other to find fighter planes. This war initiated by the elves is not necessarily an opportunity for these two brothers with different surnames.

"The elves are very proud, as is the Knox Common Club, their strengths are comparable." Siegel pointed to a point on the hand-drawn map and said to Kerry: "If the Common Club is forced to a certain extent, maybe it will be Extreme measures will be taken. This location is the key location for strangling them, and it is also the most important purpose of my coming to you this time."

Kerry frowned as Siegel pointed out that the tribes of the steppe had never traveled that far, and how did the cavalry get up the mountain? But according to the analysis of the mage, there is indeed a battleground.

"Repay the old and the new together!" The giant slammed the table, "Don't worry, even if you work hard, you will block Knox's back!"

"Through the Mid-Levels Trade Road, I will transfer some soldiers who are familiar with the situation and exchange your cavalry. This will benefit both of us and will also help us in future operations."

"It's a deal," Kerry said. "The world will be shocked when you and I join forces."

Siegel looked at the map in front of him. He didn't want Kerry to be so optimistic. Despite all his efforts, there are too many elements beyond his control.

Will the dwarves of Mora's Pinnacle suddenly get involved? The starry kingdom on the other side of the sea should not sit back and watch the new continent fall into the hands of the elves. When will the Wizards Association take action? How much power will the Federation have left in the end?

The so-called pulling one hair and moving the whole body, the power of the New World itself is also intricate. There are still many problems that need to be solved on this half-mountain trade route, and with the continuous increase of trade negotiations, there will be more and more problems. Allocation of resources and benefits, issues of safety, measures to avoid stimulating elves, etc.

Moreover, unlike the tribes of the grasslands, which have nominally been unified under the Jackdaw tribe and respected the same king of Khan, the southern lords are still independent, and it is difficult for several major forces to unite.

Fortunately, Heim's collar was on the edge, not caught in the gap. Otherwise, worrying about various conspiracies and traps all day will consume a lot of Siegel's energy, and what time is there to study magic?

Even in the face of so many questions, Siegel could only smile lightly and say words of encouragement to keep Kerry full of fighting spirit. The conspiracy of this joint meeting made Kerry very uncomfortable, and the giant was not good at expressing, so many emotions were kept in his heart. Siegel wanted to comfort him, but didn't know how to say it.

He himself was equally troubled.

When the two came out of the long hall, it snowed again outside, and the foot of the mountain could not even be seen from the top. Everyone can take the opportunity to rest again, freed from the tournament and the battle that followed.

The captured scar-faced sorcerer was tortured in a tent at the foot of the mountain, and his screams faintly floated up. Fortunately, all the magic was suppressed here, so that this person did not escape, otherwise Siegel would face a more dangerous situation.

Seeing the two come out, Kerry's new guard immediately gave a "hmm" and followed closely. This guy named Cui Li is a powerful guy between the shadow and the flame. If he didn't know his origin, Siegel almost suspected that he was an elite of an assassin organization. It should be much safer for Kerry to have such a person to protect it; and after this incident, the Jackdaw Tribe has also changed the way the leader decides everything, and invited the leader of the big tribe and the highly respected priest to form a core meeting to jointly decide the details of what to do. .

This was an important step on the road to civilization, and was the true cornerstone of Kerry's emergence as King of the Prairie. If the Heim Territory cannot develop rapidly, it will be swallowed up by this force one day.

Seeing that Kerry was protected by a bodyguard~www.novelmt.com~ Mana also stood up, silently following behind Siegel, also acting as his shadow. Siegel always shivered when he walked, so the horsewoman was always ready to help him. Myrcella brought in docile horses so that Siegel could save himself the effort of walking.

Looking at Myrcella, Siegel thought of Janet. In the city of Myr surrounded by elves, the fiend girl has always been threatened by blood transmutation. This matter can't be delayed any longer. When he goes back this time, he will temporarily put aside the matter of the war and find a way to solve the devil blood.

His desire to go home was so strong that he bid farewell. Kerry has already prepared for this matter, and he said these details when the two secretly talked. He asked the groom to bring the best warhorse in the tribe, a horse that could quickly cross the grassland. Siegel was also not unfamiliar with it, but this was the first time he had seen it since he was released from the Black Blood Castle.

The silver-white Wind Horse still knew the owner, so he came over to rub it intimately. Siegel was also polite, and with the help of the female knight, he turned over and rode on. His knees and chest still hurt badly, but the wind horse can run fast and steady, as long as he insists on leaving the range of the Holy Land, he can use the teleportation technique.

There was still heavy snow in the sky, which was a good thing for Siegel, and it could hide the expressions of reluctance when everyone parted. (To be continued.)