The soldiers sat together, and the headed gray elves stood at the door of the tent. He looked around. And further away, the sentry had been arranged, and no noble could approach the tent under their noses.

"We cannot accept the nobles' bullying of Chief Zheng so much." The representative of the Grey Dwarf's soldier roared there with his beard and staring: "Your Excellency the Prince gave the scepter that symbolizes his authority to Chief Zheng! He is the commander of our expeditionary force! We Grey Dwarfs do not accept that bastard!"

"The gray elf won't accept it either." The gray elf leaning against the door said.

"Narrows and Halflings will not admit such a thief." As representatives of the dwarfs and Halflings, the two small men sitting on the box said in unison.

"Who knows how that bastard came from? Find a few sharp shooters to kill him." A representative from a foreigner player gave a bold suggestion.

"Leave him to me. As long as I know his route, I can kill him from a distance of 700 meters." The gray elf player said: "Our shooter group has a good guy obtained from the Eastern Continent, and it's okay to play 700 yards."

"I think it should be left to our Dead Spider operator. That must have come from the sky. It is not uncommon for the Dead Spider to lose control and kill one or two combat boats." The red soul fire in the eye socket of the Bone Operator was rolling.

"I think you are helping you." A cold voice rang out on the inside of the tent.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the little grassland elf ghost.

"It's the little lady." The gray elf gave his first salute. If Adjutant Luo Bing was Chief Zheng's wife, then this person would definitely be part of the second seat.

The big soldiers in the tent saluted one after another, and the little lady in their eyes shook her head: "Chief Zheng has decided to let the man walk to him safely."

"Why?! Is Chief Zheng going to hand over the authority to that bastard?!" The gray dwarf was about to explode.

"No, your Chief Zheng will reject that person with integrity. He took the scepter not to give it to others and let you die with the unvirtuous people. He vowed in front of the Prince's Pavilion to take you home. Whoever wants to stop him from doing this is his enemy."

The gray elf pursed his mouth and lowered his head: "It will be our gray elf's enemy."

"Count us." The gray dwarf patted his chest carelessly.

"That's all, little lady, we want to go home, but if someone wants to stop us, we can only stand behind Chief Zheng and fight for a path with everyone." The dwarf and the halfling replied.

Finally, the representatives of human soldiers, both players and indigenous people, lowered their heads: "Tell Chief Zheng, we recognize the authority represented by the scepter given to him by the prince, and we also want to go home safely."

As for the undead, the prince had ordered them. For them, their Chief Zheng was their only master, and it was no turn for the outside guy to say anything.

"I remember your speeches and will also tell Chief Zheng truthfully, so please be calm. The Chief remembers his oath to His Excellency the Prince and never dare to forget it."

After saying this, the young lady left the tent.

The gray elf raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems that we no longer need to make another decision."

"No, long legs, on the contrary, we have something to do next. If the bastard comes with malice and the nobles decide to stand on his side, we need to have a good fight." The dwarf shook his head and said.

His speech silenced the grey elf for a while, and finally he nodded: "You're right, so why don't we start preparing from now on."

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"Binka and the others must be crazy!" Back at his tent, the young nobleman swept off the vase on the table, and furiously turned his head to look at his companion: "Who does he think he is?! Can the heir of the duke do whatever he wants?! Zheng Yao was a foreigner in the first place! Even if he was the chief, he could not take over the authority of the prince! That was not what he should have!"

"But we all witnessed the ceremony. The Prince gave him his scepter and asked him to take everyone and take the vast majority back to his hometown." His companion shook his head: "Although I, like you, think he should not have such authority, are the royal family and the council of the great nobles too hasty? The military power is now in his hands. If the people who come to replace him do not have enough strength and fame, will those soldiers..." The companion of the young nobles sees more thoroughly, but his friends are not sure. The young man slapped the table angrily: "What qualifications do those mud legs have to question our nobles!"

His companions were silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "They are not qualified, but they have guns in their hands, my old friend."

"What's wrong with a gun! We also have guns!" Speaking of this, the young nobleman walked to the tent: "Sentencer!"

A young messenger ran over, wearing a poncho and passing through the rain curtain, and he looked carefully at his master: "Do you have any instructions, sir."

"Tell the soldiers! Get everything ready, I need them to go into battle immediately when they need to fight!"

"Yes, sir." Without asking why, the young messenger ran into the rain curtain.

"Is he reliable?" asked the young noble friend who walked up to him.

"His grandfather, two uncles, and father have served my family and are loyal." The young nobleman said this and snorted: "As long as you give a little benefit, the mud legs will be grateful."

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The gray elf opened the curtains of the tent and looked at the young messenger standing in the rain: "What's the matter."

"My master told me to tell him the battle group to be ready to fight at any time." The young messenger's face was covered with rain. He had just conveyed his order and took a long way when he came back: "I have heard of you from my companions. You are serving Chief Zheng, right?"

"Yes, I serve Chief Zheng, or we all serve him." The gray elf laughed: "I'm very curious, why did you choose Chief Zheng."

"My grandfather was hung by his master's grandfather because of a little thing, and my uncle was sent to the front line because of a little thing. My father... just took a look at his master's father's concubine and was dragged to death with a horse..." The young messenger said this and lowered his head. He shook his head, whose face was blocked by the raincoat, and shook his head: "I am still young, I... don't want to die."

"My friend, you humans and our elves die, so you just don't want to die, and we, we serve the chief, are willing to die for him, because he has vowed to give us mortals a way to live."

"That's why I'm here to tell you about this." The messenger raised his head, his face full of rain was full of hope: "I have two younger brothers and a younger sister, I...I don't want them to live as cowardly as me, so I'm here."

"We are a family, young people, go and continue your work. I will express my gratitude to you on behalf of the chief." The gray elf patted the messenger's shoulder.

"We... are we as close as a family, are we?"

“Yes, we are as close as a family.”
Chapter completed!