Greema ran to No. 21 in a panic and scolded loudly: "I asked you to let go of him, didn't you hear it? Faramir is the son of the Regent. Even if he attacks us, we must not kill him! If we kill him, the Regent will definitely not cooperate with us again! Let go! Hurry!"

Gree Marco didn't want to bear the anger of the Regent of Gondor.

What's more, the purpose of his visit this time was just to get the gear of the water truck. Even if he met the Dragon Slayer, he would hide if he could, and would never contact him head-on.

Especially when Greema thought of the slaps of the dragon slap him, he felt so furious.

No. 21 was silent for a while, and his fingers slowly released.

Faramir fell heavily to the ground, coughing constantly, gasping for breath, and his original purple face gradually regained his vitality.

Greema untied the rope on his hand and said helplessly to Faramir: "Master Faramir, this is not what I mean. It's just a little bit of a mistake. You picked the wrong opponent."

Faramir took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "What are Greema... what are they...?"

Grema shrugged, "They are all magic messengers of the Holy White Council. If your people attack the Holy White Council, it is equivalent to attacking the Holy White Council. Logically, I can condemn them with the crime of treason, but it doesn't matter if they are dead. But you, Lord Faramir, you are the son of the Regent. If you are convicted of treason, you will be implicated in your father and your brother."

Faramir said coldly: "I do things alone, and I am the one who is the one who is there! What's the point? Just come for me Faramir! You despicable villain!"

Although he was scolded, Greema was not angry at all. "Mr. Faramir, don't hate me. I am just executing the will of Lord Saruman. Lord Saruman wants to save this world that has already gone to a degenerate. However, most of you cannot accept his method of saving."

Faramir said coldly: "Don't be happy too early, I have foreseeed your ending! You will definitely fail! The Dragon Slayer will surely win the final victory!"

Greema sneered, "Maybe, actually... I might as well tell you, in fact, I don't care about winning or losing. Even if all the 20,000 coalition forces are dead, it has nothing to do with me. As long as you can hold Lord Dragon Slayer in front, my magic messenger can enter Carlyle City and get what Lord Saruman wants."

Faramir said angrily: "You are just looking for things in the city of Carlyle under the name of Saint White Council and Justice! You bastards! You treat the lives of soldiers like grass!"

Greema patted Faramir on the shoulder, "Don't you understand the reason why one general succeeds in his bones? You are so worried about the lives of soldiers, you are not a good commander. Okay, Lord Faramir, I have told you all what I should say and what I shouldn't say. Of course, I can't execute you. So, in order not to cause trouble again, I can only temporarily aggrieved you. Lord Phoenix!"

"...Here!" Phoenix stood up with horror on his face.

Greema said: "Please take people and imprison Lord Faramir, don't let him suffer. However, you can't give him any weapons, so that he can't attack people or attack himself. I need a living Faramir to hand over the regent. If he has something to do, you can't afford to take care of it."

"Yes!" Phoenix nodded quickly and said.

"Okay, you all go." Greema waved his hand, "In addition, send someone to clean up here. Also, our plan to attack at night remains unchanged!"

"Yes..." Phoenix walked to Faramir, "Let's go, Lord Faramir."

Faramir glared at Greema in disgust, covered his injured chest, and walked out with Phoenix.

Phoenix said: "Mr. Faramir, you are so... too impulsive. Fortunately, Mr. Greema has mercy and has not killed you, otherwise..."

Faramir said coldly: "Mr. Phoenix, do you call this Kaien?"

Phoenix sighed helplessly, "Anyway, it's better to die than to be alive. Lord Faramir, you can turn a blind eye and continue to enjoy wealth and prosperity after returning to Baicheng. Why do you have a mutiny? You have also seen how strong the twelve magic messengers are. I originally had no hope for this war, but seeing the strength of the twelve magic messengers, I think we still have hope of winning."

Faramir sighed, "Sir Phoenix, it's time for you, why are you still deceive yourself? Haven't you heard what Greema said? He doesn't care about winning or losing at all. He just wants your coalition to be cannon fodder in front to attract the attention of the Dragon Slayer. Then his twelve magic envoys will take the opportunity to enter Carlyle City and take away what they want! The coalition will be wiped out! And Greema will not care about the life and death of the coalition, and will only withdraw!"

Phoenix frowned immediately, "...Master Greema... probably wouldn't have done that."

Faramir said coldly: "Phoenix, don't listen to Greema. He is not here to fight. He is just here to make us cannon fodder! You can get nothing, and you can only die in the end! Phoenix! While it is still time, you should quickly assemble the coalition forces, evacuate the Watch Castle, go to my father, tell him everything here, so that he and the world know that the Saint-Belgian Council has betrayed us!"

"This..." Phoenix said hesitantly: "How could the Saint White Council betray us? All the Saint White Council are secondary gods! Lord Faramir, I think you should be mentally deranged because of the death of the guards, right?"

"You!" Faramir sighed heavily, "If Middle-earth world is destroyed, you are the one who starts destruction!"

Phoenix said helplessly: "Mr. Faramir, I am just a small commander. Whoever is in power, I listen to whom. Now it is obviously Lord Greema and his twelve magic envoys in power, so I have to listen to them... Sorry, Lord. Faramir, I can only detain you back to the temporary barracks you lived in before. In addition, I will leave a team of soldiers to guard you and take care of your daily life. Of course, you don't have to worry, because tomorrow will be the decisive battle between us and Carlyle City. You should not be detained for a long time and can return to Baicheng. Hope..."

Phoenix paused, "I hope you don't hate me then, I'm just doing my order."

"No! Phoenix!" Faramir wanted to say something else, but Phoenix waved indifferently, and the four guards immediately took the injured Faramir away.
Chapter completed!