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PS: Once you write about war, you won’t say this chapter. I really don’t write it well enough, I’m sorry.

When the reconnaissance army returned to the camp, the army had already established a large forest camp here. The return of Ryan and others aroused everyone's cheers. Although many knights and soldiers returned with injuries, they proudly and proudly displayed their trophy, stringing goblin ears and big green-skinned heads.

"My king, what have you encountered?" Earl Anthelm walked up, and the celestial horses led by him hid among the woods to rest. The knights fed the intelligent celestial horses with carrots, and the celestial horses flapped their wings to swallow the carrots.

"We encountered green-skinned ambush and cavalry." Ryan reached out and teared open the burqa on him. The king's burqa was covered with green-skinned blood and shattered, and the stenchy smell stained with giant spider blood. Ryan took a deep breath: "There are also green-skinned warlords, the leader of Iron Rock, Gronoke-Iron Claws."

"How about that?" Anthelm looked carefully at the casualties and seizures of the reconnaissance team: "It seems that you won the battle? My King, how do you know the name of the green warlord?"

"Because it called its own name, green things have always been so disgusting." Veronica responded. The witch Jialan looked very embarrassed at this time. She was scratched with a leather jacket in a fiery red battle. Her hair was carefully carved with many grass seeds, weeds and even green-skinned feces. Almost the moment she returned to the camp, she immediately asked the witch apprentices to arrange a bath for her: "The green-skinned warlord was really difficult. She was shot three times, was pierced by Ryan and was injured in the back and was also hit by Bertrand behind her back, and she didn't die like that."

"If Green Skin dies so easily, it's not Green Skin." Anthelm smiled elegantly: "Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Veronica, you should have practiced in the Wizard Tower, but you came to the front line and fought side by side with us."

"I know what I should do, and you don't need to guide me. Your Excellency Antelm, thank you for your approval, but I think I need a little private space." The witch Jialan's face was stained with a lot of stains. She greeted her and rushed directly into the tent, and the same was true for several witches accompanying the army.

On the contrary, the Knight Master and the Old Guard not only did not rush to replace the blood-stained burqa and armor, but instead showed themselves proudly to everyone in the camp. Looking at the wizards' hurrying appearance, the men showed contemptuous eyes.

Ho, woman.

Similarly, the witches rolled their eyes at the group of men, thinking that it wouldn't be uncomfortable like this? They were smelly, injured, and so proud? It was disgusting and boring.

Ho, man.

"We have severely damaged the green warlords of Iron Rock. They did a good job, Brother Ryan." Bellerga touched his white beard, raised his head and said to Ryan: "This investigation is still a bit rewarding."

"I think the opposite is true." Ryan shook his head with a wry smile: "It is a brilliant result for our elimination of the giant spider and cavalry, and it is also a heavy blow to the green warlords, but we have not completed our reconnaissance mission."

"No, we're done." Bellerga shook his head suddenly: "Brother Ryan, do you remember what I told you? Greenskin actually rarely defended the city. We have severely damaged the Greenskin warlords and its cavalry. According to the glorious tradition of the Iron Claw Tribe, they no longer have the courage to fight with us in the field, so the battle of Steel Rock is much easier. I will take people to the surrounding area tomorrow to investigate."

"Okay! I'll go with you tomorrow." Ryan nodded, and he announced on the spot: "Today's battle was very hard and very good! Thank you for your hard work. Now please have a good rest and heal your wounds. There is still a very arduous war to fight next."

The army was disbanded in the camp, and Ryan could see that Anthelm had something to say to him. He waved his hand to disperse the remaining knights and signaled that everyone could disband.

"Mr. Karad, do you need a bath?" Katherine, the witch of light fire, came to Karad with great considerateness again. She seemed to be not caring about the stains and dust on her. Instead, she actively reached out to help Karad untie the burqa covered with green skin and spider-breaking: "Do you need me to help you?"

"Ah, no need." Karad was a little embarrassed. Earl Galament, who was powerful in the Sanctuary, understood the idea of ​​the witch in front of him. After being with Ryan for many years, Karad began to gradually understand something. He knew that he was not ready to accept a new feeling, so he could only politely refuse: "I'll do it myself, thank you Miss Catherine. Thank you for your hard work today, go and rest early."

"I can prepare a large basin of water in one minute." Catherine was still insisting.

"Oh, Karad, Miss Catherine said so, just give her a chance." Ryan said with a smile: "Haha, don't you want free water?"

"Then...well." The king had his life, and Karad had to obey. Catherine gave Ryan a grateful look, and the two left one after another.

Before Ryan could speak to Anthelm, he noticed that Anthelm's gaze showed displeasure. The king then noticed that at some point, Durant, the deputy of the black-hearted Rep, also came out. He was pestering the witch named Scarlett: "Miss Scarlett, thank you for your hard work after the expedition. I have sent someone to prepare bath water for you. You can take a bath now. Oh, please rest assured, I arranged for maids and strong women to do it, I will never..."

"Enough, get out of here!" Scarlett said with his hands on his hips, and the witch had a fierce attitude. "I don't want any bath water from you. Before I could do anything, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

"But..." Seeing Scarlett being unhappy, Durant quickly bent down and carefully showed his flattering expression: "You will take a lot of time and mana if you say it yourself."

"That's also my will. Get out of here now!" Scarlett had summoned a small fireball, and the witch Jialan couldn't help but get angry: "Get out!!!"

The conflict seemed to be escalating, but Durant was reluctant to leave. He was still trying to explain that he had no malicious intentions.

"Scarlett, no magic is allowed in the camp! Durant, since others don't agree, don't bother her." Ryan finally decided to speak. The Witch of Garland was startled and apologized to Ryan quickly, then pushed Durant away and left angrily. Durant was very embarrassed. He looked at Ryan with grievance, saying that you didn't suggest this before.

"These rustic dogs are such annoying things." Anthelm said with some displeasure: "I want to give you a sincere suggestion, my king, this Brittany Independence Group and the black-hearted Rep you have sealed, shouldn't set foot on the land of Brittany, you know how many knights want to die."

"I know, I have other arrangements for them." Ryan nodded with a wry smile. As the Holy Grail Knight, Anthelm's attitude was already considered good, but it was not the right thing to the person.

The Knight King and the Earl of Kuyleu walked towards the King's tent. Ryan thought for a while and asked in an attempt: "How about Durant?"

How about Durant? Anthelm was stunned for a second, and he suddenly understood what Ryan meant: "His words are OK. Most of the knights dislike and hate the Blackheart Rep and his pistol cavalry. As for Durant... this is a brave warrior, not the direct descendant of Blackheart Rep. The knights don't have much opinion on him. My king, if you wish, I can properly guide the topics in the camp."

"Very good, I understand." Ryan knew it. The Knight King stretched out his hand, raised his five fingers together, indicating that Anthelm could talk about it. Obviously, Suliya's cousin had something to look for him.

"My king, do you know the divination techniques of the Strygni people?" Anthelm hesitated a little, but he said: "It is the divination techniques that the Strygni witches know."

"Divine art? Are there Strygnis left in the camp?" Ryan frowned and said to Anthelm, "Didn't I order the expulsion of all Strygnis?"

"It should have been like this." Anthelm was silent for a few seconds: "But when we were capturing a Strygni girl, the girl suddenly fell into a strange state. My female courtier told me that she had entered a magical soul-traveling state because of her loss of control. We were planning to take her down, but she issued a prophecy about this war."

"The magic is out of control?" Ryan stopped, and he continued, "Prophecy? Why did he tell me now?"

"Because we were trying to determine the authenticity of the prophecy, and at the same time imprisoned her repeatedly for questioning, after a few days, we determined that this prophecy seemed to have been made by her unintentionally. We even gave her Ms. Veronica's true spit, and she still said that it was the gift of the vampire king to her and her tribe. This prophecy mentioned the sad Valaya Gate of Valaya, where our expeditionary force would face an unprecedented war." Anthelm whispered: "I know this is bizarre, but the prophets of the Strygni have always been very accurate. The prophets of the Lake God also think she has not made false, so I come and tell you."

"What's the name of this Strygney girl?" Ryan looked serious. They were just in the dark in the evil world now, relying entirely on Bellerga's understanding of the evil world.

"She is Esmerada," Anthelm said.

"Esmerada...what about Quasimodo?" Ryan complained casually after hearing the name.

"Qasimodo? There is no one named Quasimodo." Anthelm was also confused by Ryan's words: "I'll ask again, my Majesty, do you know this Strygni girl?"

"No...I don't know, I just saw a similar story in the ancient books of Curona." Ryan said quickly: "It was a Strygney girl and a half-human love story. The ending was very miserable, but pure literary creation is not a reality."

"Okay... So, my king, what are you going to do? Should you listen to that prophecy, or should we execute this Esmerada?" Anthelm didn't care.

"See her, so I will take a shower first, change my clothes, and wait for dinner to gather the Holy Grail Knights and Commanders, as well as King Bellega and others to come to dinner together. I will listen to what this prophecy is!"
Chapter completed!