Reckless Through The New World

Undercurrent of war.

Inside the big tent of the lion clan, the great chief, Ryan, angrily threw a beast bone to the ground with a rumbling sound.

This is a ptarmigan bone, his favorite toy. Since he was a child, he liked to run around with this bone that would make a roaring noise in his mouth, until he changed from young Ryan to Ryan, and from Ryan to old Ryan, this habit has not changed.

Chief Ryan has long made a will. After his death, in addition to the usual property, weapons and equipment, and slaves, he also needs this Thunderbird bone!

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But today, he was so angry that he broke the bones of his beloved Thunderbird.

Looking at the bone that was rolling on the ground, the guards and elders in the tent were all silent.

"The fourth time, it's already the fourth time!" Old Ryan said angrily, "You can't even beat a group of grass eaters, how many times will you lose face!"

"That's not an ordinary 'grass eater', it's a horse clan..." A young lion man standing at the door with a blue nose and a bruised face whispered.

With a bang, a piece of barbecue smashed into his face, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

"Shameless thing, get out!"

Old Ryan scolded his grandson away, panting heavily, drinking three glasses of wine on his face, but couldn't calm down his anger.

"It doesn't matter if you lose to the Elephant and Rhinoceros. You can't even beat the mere cattle and horses. It's really a generation that is inferior to a generation!" "

Everyone was silent, not daring to accept this.

Chief Ryan has never been a generous person. He often gets angry over small things and kills and wounds his subordinates. If it weren't for his strength, he was close to the legendary realm, and he was the most well-deserved strongest among the Lion clan, he would have been ousted long ago.

Just when Old Ryan was sulking, the door of the tent was pushed open, and Galades, the patriarch of the tiger clan, came in.

"It seems that your lions are also at a loss?" The top assassin who never wore armor and dressed like a scholar said with a smile, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so annoyed."

Old Ryan glared, but did not get angry at the other party.

Galades is not only not inferior to him in status, but also not inferior to him in strength. The two of them are recognized as the masters closest to the legendary realm among the orcs in the world today, and no one can overwhelm the other.

If there is a chance, Old Ryan would definitely be happy to hack Galades to death, but at least for now, there is no need to fight for this idleness.

"If you have something serious, just say it, I won't invite you to drink!"

Galades smiled slightly and said, "You and I hate each other. Of course I won't come if it's okay - I have a big business and I want to talk to you."

"Big business? How big is it?" Old Ryan sneered, "Could it be bigger than the Great White Disaster?"

Galades nodded: "It should be bigger than the Great White Calamity."

Old Ryan was stunned for a moment, and his expression became serious.

Strange to say, when he blew his beard and stared at him just now, although he looked very imposing, everyone in the tent was just scared and didn't look uncomfortable. But at this moment, when he became serious, the tent was suddenly filled with a heavy and suffocating atmosphere. More than one elder's body trembled slightly, and the guards gritted their teeth in order to stand firm and not tremble.

Old Ryan noticed the reaction of his subordinates, frowned, waved his hand and said, "Go down, guard your surroundings, and don't allow anyone to approach!"

Everyone hurried out like the emperor's amnesty, and soon there were only two old rivals left in the tent.

Only then did Old Ryan stare at Galades and ask, "What business?"

"The whole Thracian business," said Galades.

Old Ryan's face changed and became more serious: "What do you mean? Make it clearer!"

"Let me ask you first, do you want to do this business?" Galades didn't answer, but asked leisurely.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Only if you are willing to do this business, I will tell you the details. If you are not willing, then forget it. Quan is like I have never been here."

Old Ryan was furious, and the atmosphere in the tent became heavier. More than one table collapsed suddenly, and the things on it fell to the ground in a mess. But Galades didn't seem to care at all, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth. It's just that the cold air continued to overflow from his body. Not only did the ground under his feet quickly condense a layer of frost, the bonfire that was burning in the tent suddenly shook, and the flame shrank rapidly, as if it was about to go out.

The two faced each other for a while, and Old Ryan frowned and said, "Are you entertaining Lao Tzu! How can there be a business that is decided first without telling the content!"

Galades sneered: "Stop pretending, do it or don't do it, decide now. If you can't make up your mind, then I'll take it as your refusal."

Old Ryan was still hesitating. Seeing him turning around and leaving, he asked subconsciously, "How did you Tiger Clan decide?"

"It's natural to do this business."

"Since this is the case..." Old Ryan gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Then, of course, our lions can't be left behind! We all share the benefits, and we all share the bad ones, so you can't think of monopoly!"

Galades smiled: "I knew you would say that. Although our two clans have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, we have been advancing and retreating together on major issues, and this time is no exception."

Then, he no longer appealed, and said bluntly: "We plan to take advantage of this great white disaster to annex Thrace."

"What?!" Old Ryan's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "This is impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Galades asked back, "Thrace lost a lot of young men after the war seven years ago, and now he can't draw a few decent troops. Facing our steppe They can't resist the coalition forces of all ethnic groups. What's so difficult about us annexing them?"

Old Ryan shook his head again and again: "Although the soldiers of Thrace suffered heavy losses, the losses at the intermediate level and above were not large."

"But their top force has also been lost." Galades said, "The Sword Saint, the Shield Mountain, the Sky Bow, the Sage Who Moved the Mountain, these four legends have died, and the Sage of the Secret Curse has betrayed. . Now in the whole of Thrace, only the legend of Alan Vena is left. As long as we do not push the Thracian family to a corner, he will not be able to leave the king alone and come and hurt us both."

"We're going to annex Thrace, how can we not push them to a dead end?"

Galades showed a sly smile: "This is the crux of the problem. If we come forward to annex Thrace, of course Alan Vena will have to fight with us. But... don't forget, Thrace is a There is a 'Prince galloping horse'."

Old Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he understood what he meant.

"That guy...will work with us?" he asked.

"Does he have any other options?" Galades asked back. "If he cooperates with us, he can still be a puppet king. If he can have a good relationship with Alan Vina, or become a legendary powerhouse himself, we will respect it. He is a big khan, and he can do anything. But if he doesn't cooperate with us, when the little king grows up, he will surely die." "You are right!" Old Ryan finally let go of his worries and smiled with satisfaction, "Then we what should I do now?"

"Wait." Galades finally smiled with satisfaction, "Wait until the weather gets colder!"