Different from the slightly dim internal corridor, the lighting conditions in the war room are obviously much better. Through a row of expensive double-layer floor-to-ceiling glass windows, outdoor sunlight can easily fill the entire hall, making everything indoors appear clear and clear.
Bright. At the same time, the specially customized dark brown windows can completely block outside sight, fully ensuring the confidentiality inside the war room.
At this moment, in the center of the hall, five weathered wolf cavalry were standing on one knee with their heads bowed. The sun shone on these werewolves, dragging out five dim backs, looking tired and restless. And at the intersection of the backs,
A middle-aged werewolf in a purple silk robe was staring alone at a giant map on the wall of the hall on the other side, thinking silently.
Seeing the middle-aged werewolf, Ekaterina immediately walked forward quickly, came to his side and bowed deeply: "Father."
"Well, you're back. Did the mission in the temple go well?" Duke Medamoya turned his head, looked at his eldest daughter who was almost the same height as himself, and smiled warmly.
"Are there any of the new officers in this batch that you like?" The Duke nodded, walked to the other five wolf cavalry, waved his hand, and the wolf cavalry immediately kowtowed deeply, stood up and exited quickly.
War room.
"There are no good products. Either the eyes are too high, or they are talking loudly, and everyone is shouting that they want to defeat Erathia quickly. It is really speechless." The female werewolf turned around and replied quickly.
"It seems that General Henry's 'believers' have expanded a lot." Looking at Yekaterina who looked angry, the Duke nodded meaningfully.
"Huh, they're just a bunch of arrogant people." The female werewolf shook her head and continued: "I heard that Mary..."
"Yes, she and the Longinus Squadron were captured by an Erathian caravan. They should be heading towards Ford Fortress now." The Duke pointed to the military map on the wall and said slowly.
"Fortress Ford? Those humans are going to escort her back to Erathia?" Upon hearing this, the female werewolf immediately became anxious.
"No, the commander of that human caravan is very interesting. He directly used the surrendered Longinus as a caravan escort and continued his journey. Haha." As if he really found it quite interesting, the Duke chuckled,
Then he said: "The five soldiers just now are the messengers sent back by the other side, asking us, Wolfgang, to prepare another batch of ransom." After saying that, the Duke handed a piece of hemp paper note in his palm to his daughter.
"Letter?" Ekaterina took the note, scanned it quickly, and immediately said in surprise: "Old Crow actually became the acting commander of Longinus? And it was he who surrendered to the Doro caravan.
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"Are you surprised?" Duke Medamoah glanced at Lieutenant Lingenberg, who was also surprised beside him, and asked.
"Yes." After refolding the hemp paper letter and handing it back to her father, the female werewolf said: "I don't understand how a small human caravan can force an old-school man like Old Crow who values honor above life.
Officer Beamon surrendered. You must know that surrendering arms to such an enemy will definitely become a stain that can never be erased in his military career."
"You don't understand? Presumably, the seriously injured Varyosha and the Gordon Shaman who died in the battle will not understand." The Duke slowly put away his smile and said coldly: "Then as you said, if there is no such thing this time,
If Clausewitz stepped forward to act as this commander, what do you think the situation would be like now?"
"This...I'm sorry, father, I made a mistake." As soon as she realized the inappropriateness of her words, Ekaterina immediately bowed and apologized.
Obviously, since Clausewitz would choose to surrender, the situation at that time must have reached a desperate situation where he would die if he did not surrender. Then, if his sister continues to serve as the squadron commander, the fate waiting for her will not be as glorious as Old Gordon.
To die for one's country is to bear the bad name of a "coward" from then on, and will no longer be able to gain a foothold in Behemoth's upper class society.
"This is the battlefield, a battlefield that no one can fully understand." Without embarrassing his eldest daughter too much, the Duke withdrew his sword-sharp gaze and sighed softly: "It's just that Clausewitz,
It’s such a shame.”
"Now then, where is Mary..."
"Let's handle it in accordance with the armistice agreement between the field commander and the humans. In any case, Wolfgang has no habit of breaking contracts." Duke Medamoah waved his hand and decided.
"Furthermore, with the brutal defeat of Barbarian Totem ahead of us, our small defeat should not attract too many people's attention." At this time, Lingenberg on the side also stepped forward and added.
"Father, let me go to Fort Ford to pick up Mary." Seeing that the Duke had made his decision, the female werewolf immediately took the lead.
"That's fine. Lingenberg, you lead two squadrons and go with Katya." Duke Medamoya thought for a while, nodded, and said to the adjutant beside him: "Remember, go and come back quickly.
Don't add unnecessary complications." When he said the last sentence, the Duke looked at his daughter Ekaterina specifically, which seemed to be an exhortation and a warning.
"Yes, Father."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke!"
The female werewolf and the adjutant immediately bowed and agreed.
Because most of the cargo has been damaged, after crossing the Sandos River for the third time, the burden of the Doro caravan can be said to be "easier" than when it just left Azurite City, and the entire team can move at a slower speed.
It sped up a lot accordingly. Especially with Wolfgang's guard on the side, all the wasteland thieves who came all the way north were extremely clever and avoided Doro's forward route far away, not even daring to meet him.
As Moriarty's personal captive and temporary follower, Margaret followed the mage closely along the way. However, because of the presence of the female werewolf, White's vigilant attention was mostly focused on this.
The "new colleague" beside her. As for the wary gaze of the one-armed warrior, Margaret simply ignored it. Instead, she kept asking Moriarty some questions about the magical world with great interest. However, it seemed that the female werewolf
In his worry-free eyes, the mage still noticed a hint of darkness.
Finally, when there were still two days away from Ford Fortress, the five wolf cavalrymen who had left the team returned again and brought instructions from Wolfgang's headquarters. When he heard that his sisters Ekaterina and Lingenbo
When Adjutant Ge led a large number of people to wait for them, Margaret felt happy for a while at first, but then her expression turned gloomy. Then she left everyone alone and walked alone to a hillock to face the setting sun in silence.
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"What is she doing?" White looked at the lonely female werewolf and asked.
"Growing pains." Moriarty just smiled and walked back to his carriage to start his meditation lessons.
In the evening, Margaret did not go to receive her dinner. Although Clausewitz had already noticed the abnormal behavior of the female werewolf, he did not step forward to interfere, or in other words, was unable to interfere.
"Moriarty, can I ask you a few more questions?" After dinner, as usual, the mage returned to the carriage to read his magic book, but Margaret suddenly stepped forward and stopped him.
"Of course." Moriarty looked at the female werewolf, nodded, and then withdrew one foot that had stepped onto the car step.
"Can we talk about it alone?" Margaret glanced at White beside her and asked again with some embarrassment.
"No problem." Moriarty patted White's shoulder, then followed the female werewolf out of the camp and walked into the darkness. White sighed and stayed where he was.
After walking about half a kilometer, Margaret stopped in front of a dark bush and remained silent.
Moriarty also stopped at the same time, waiting for the other party to speak.
"Moriarty, am I a bad little Behemoth? I can't fight, I can't lead troops, and my martial arts skills are so bad that I can't even be a mage..." Margaret stepped deep into the bushes.
In the black shadow, it seems as if the whole person is trapped in a darker thorn.
"Is this what you have been thinking about these days?"
"Yes." The female werewolf said solemnly.
"Why do you think of asking me such a question? Shouldn't I be your most hated enemy?" Moriarty smiled lightly and continued to ask.
"I don't hate you."
"Don't hate?"
"Yes, I don't hate. Resenting a powerful enemy is the most despicable and cowardly behavior. My father taught me this." Margaret raised her voice.
"I'm glad that I have one less enemy." Moriarty smiled silently again, paused, and suddenly said: "But, since you understand that hatred is useless, you should also understand that fear is useless."
"I'm not afraid, no, no..." Upon hearing the word fear, the female werewolf turned around and shouted to Moriarty, but she stopped talking just as she opened her mouth.
"Margaret, have you been defeated before?" Moriarty asked after the female werewolf calmed down again.
"Defeated? No, never." Margaret shook her head, feeling a little proud, but then it turned into disappointment.
"Congratulations to you, you have gained the most precious failure this time."
"Precious?" Margaret's eyes widened.
"Yes, it is extremely valuable." Moriarty nodded: "The experience of defeat that others can gain only through unbearable hardship, disability, or even death, this time you gained it at the smallest cost. What did you pay?
Have some self-respect? How many days have you been a follower of the mage? Even your personal ransom has been waived by me."
"I never said I wouldn't pay the ransom! But..." Upon hearing the other party's words, the female werewolf quickly corrected her in a loud voice to avoid the innocent reputation of being a deadbeat.
"Let me ask you, have you ever seen a soldier who has never failed? Or, is your father, an officer, always a winner?" Moriarty continued, ignoring the werewolf's rebuttal.
"Of course...no..."
"So, there is no need for you to hold your head high because of a defeat, let alone be ashamed to return to Wolfgang. I think your sister is not coming to greet you in such a hurry to punish you."
"Of course it won't happen." Margaret immediately shook her head, not wanting the mage to speak ill of her sister.
"So, do you still have any problems now? Even if you were just a little Behemoth who couldn't fight or lead troops, and your martial arts skills were so bad that you couldn't even defeat a mage, so what? Now, you
I have gained experience and grown from failure, which is the key to everything."
Hearing this, the female werewolf didn't seem to know what to say. It seemed that her anxiety day and night for the past ten days was really just some inexplicable delusion.
"Finally, no matter what, you should remember the sacrifice that Adjutant Clausewitz made for you."
After saying that, Moriarty glanced at Margaret who was frowning and silent, turned around, and walked alone towards the camp. The female werewolf was left alone in front of the bushes to continue thinking silently.
Not far away, the figure of the old werewolf swayed slightly, but quickly disappeared.
"Is it necessary to talk so much to these Behemoths?" Waiting for Moriarty to sit back in the carriage, White looked at the mage and said in a deep voice.
"Do you think I'm wasting my time? Or am I trying to make enemies?" Moriarty looked at his followers and smiled lightly.
"Yes. At least, some of the things you said to the werewolf adjutant before are not what an Erathian should say." White did not evade and directly expressed his thoughts.
"Erasians? Haha, I will be kicked out if I go back this time." Moriarty smiled again.
"Even if you are rooted in Brakada in the future, a powerful and aggressive Krulod will be a huge threat to the entire continent. And you are talking about the military with that old werewolf? Is it possible?
Do you really want to take revenge on your father and drag the whole of Erathia with you?"
"Haha. White, do you really think so?"
"yes."
"However, you are not right on at least two points."
"What?"
"First, there are neither permanent enemies nor permanent friends between countries. Everything is just a matter of interest. Therefore, former enemies may not necessarily be future enemies."
"What about the second point?" Although he felt that Moriarty's words were far-fetched, White did not immediately refute, but asked.
"Second, will Behemoth's top management listen to the nonsense of a second-level mage to do something that even the Duke of Beamon has not been able to do? Or, in other words, will Krulod believe the suggestion of an Erathian?
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"Then why are you still talking to the old werewolf?" Regarding the second point raised by Moriarty, White really didn't know how to answer.
"Because of Clausewitz's letter, an excellent staff officer is worth more than an army." As he said this, Moriarty took out a crumpled pamphlet from his sleeve and handed it to White.
"This is this?" White took it, but he didn't recognize the words on it. He could just tell that the book was decades old, and the rough paper was covered with yellow marks.
"This is a book by Beamon. The title is "Transcripts of Deductions of Previous Punic Wars." As for its author, he is the captain and staff officer of the Yonglong Staff."
"Clausewitz!"
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Four thousand words to make up for the shortcomings of the chapter "Yi Long".
Thanks to the "Laughing Heroes" brother for the reward.
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