"Are you the messenger of the Bin clan?" Standing in front of him was a human wearing knight's armor. Along the way, although a black magician led the way, the various undead creatures you saw along the way still made people feel numb from the scalp. And that black magician was nothing like the undead. It was great to see a normal human in front of you.

The messenger stopped and looked up and down at the human subordinate of the vampire. This man was about fifty years old, not wearing a helmet, his hair was very short, but he still looked black and white. His shoulders were wide, his muscles were strong, and his eyebrows revealed a kind of military dignity. But his expression made people feel a "dull". This man gave people the impression of a simple soldier, the kind of person who was used to military camps rather than society. This man looked neither the kind of black magician who pursued power at all costs (and was neither human nor ghost), nor the kind of money-loving mercenary who was greedy for money. Such a person actually became a vampire's subordinate, which made the messenger feel slightly surprised.

Fortunately, he came to his senses immediately.

"Yes, I have something to ask for blood sucking... Lord Duke." The messenger spoke subconsciously and almost said the wrong thing.

A cold wind blew, and a pungent smell came. After smelling this smell, the middle-aged officer frowned. Then he nodded his mouth and signaled the messenger to follow him.

Instead of moving towards the core position of the Immortal Legion, they turned around and walked from outside to a small hill covered with evergreen shrubs. Although the sky was very gloomy today, the messenger still saw the vampire from a distance.

The vampire's red armor is so conspicuous against the background. At this time, the vampire happened to be standing in front of a huge rock. The white stones set off, allowing people to see the bloody figure from afar.

Perhaps he felt that the remaining road was no longer needed guidance, and the person who led the way left the thorn at some point. The messenger calmed down and continued to walk towards the vampire.

"Are you the messenger of the Bin clan?" The vampire did not wear a helmet. Judging from his face alone, it was hard to tell the difference between him and humans. The legendary vampire's fangs are protruding, but the facts seem to be less conspicuous. If the vampire does have fangs, it can at least be hidden under his lips. In fact, if he was not wearing this blood-colored armor wrapped around the black magic energy visible to the naked eye, the messenger might be worried that he would recognize the wrong person.

"Mr. Duke, I bring our latest...suggestions." The messenger took out the sealed document from his body.

"Although I don't have any expectations, let's take a look." The vampire reached out to take the file, opened it and finished reading it at a very fast speed.

"Is this your proposal? Restore peace and let me release the prisoners in my hands, return the weapons and food. And you evacuate my land and go home."

The vampire asked in a sarcastic tone. He looked at it again

"We hope everyone will stop fighting and live in peace." The messenger replied loudly.

"This really doesn't seem like what you are going to say." The vampire looked at the documents in his hand, tore it into pieces in a few seconds, and threw it behind him casually. "Is this an ultimatum?" he asked back in a sarcastic tone.

"No, this is just... a draft negotiation... we are in a negotiation." The messenger tried his best to keep himself calm. "I am here to try to resolve the... misunderstanding between us. You have our non-combatants in your hands. According to the principle that all civilized creatures are passed on, they should not be affected by war."

"If both of us calmly stated their respective claims under the principle of fairness, then I think this is a negotiation. However, while you stand here, your prepared troops are mobilizing and threatening me at any time, which is quite contrary to your suggestion. In my opinion, you came here to be the judge of this negotiation, and the result of the negotiation is entirely possible: If I return your women, children and materials to you in the way of the "civilized" war, it is equivalent to arming my enemies so that they can attack me more unscrupulously."

"What does this mean? Duke of Blood, are you questioning our sincerity?"

"Sincerity? I only saw one lie after another, deception and trickery. Do you think I am a three-year-old kid who can fool you at will? Go back? Where can you go? Your hometown has long been occupied by the Ryans. Will they allow you to go back? You are waiting for me to return the weapons and family members so that you can attack me without any worries? I have seen stupid people, but I have never seen such a fool like you - oh no, you should say your master - so stupid. This kind of scam, even the least knowledgeable farmer will not be fooled."

"But now, since you have made your request, listen to mine now. My request is very simple. All the soldiers of the Bin tribe have put down their weapons and surrendered to me unconditionally. If this is the case, I will spare your life, at least not kill you for the time being. This is the last chance you will pray for my kindness, and there will be no next time."

The messenger clenched his fists and anger rose in his eyes.

"You haven't won yet, Duke of Blood! We won't accept this shameful condition. Do you think our shore tribe is just a lamb at your mercy? We have a strong army, and we will fight to the end with firm will! The Ryans will help us, and the whole world will help us."

"If a firm will enable your soldiers to penetrate their chests without dying, I believe it will be useful. So let's not discuss those illusory things, let's talk about reality."

"In fact, we know that in war, fate is sometimes unbiased. The side that has the upper hand on the surface does not mean that the final victory is achieved, and the side with a large number of people may not be sure to win. What's more, our situation is far from that bad. For us, succumb to you, all our hopes are lost, but if we continue to take action and fight for our own future, we still have hope to stand up. Duke of Blood, we know that your strength is limited, and that you did not take advantage of the opportunity to attack Mir City, which itself shows your weakness."

"Strength and weakness are relative. I didn't attack Mill City because I was afraid of Ryan's strength. I don't deny this, nor do I need to deny it. But you are not Ryan's people. Your Bin tribe is far weaker than Ryan. Otherwise, why would you leave your hometown that lives well and try to occupy Sivania? You have chosen such a fate yourself, so you should be prepared to accept the fate you are now."

"I would like to emphasize again, Duke of Blood, you have not won. Even under such unfavorable conditions, we are far from the end of the road. We believe that the gods will bless us because we fight evil with justice. Our lack of military strength, if there is any, will be compensated by forming a binding alliance with Ryan everyone. Because even if it is just a standpoint of being a human being, they will come to help their kind. Therefore, our strength is not as vulnerable as you think. But if you accept our peace, we can avoid unnecessary battles. We will return to our hometown, and we achieve this by dispersed action. We can also go elsewhere, because it is easier for us, a nation full of warriors, to find a suitable shelter, and as long as we do not try to possess and conquer, many countries will be willing to accept us."

"When it comes to God, I can tell you. To be precise, the distance between me and God is far shorter than that between you and God. I once faced with God, and could even do whatever I want to do to her. I don't believe what kind of blessing God can give you. As for the Ryans, do you believe that they will come to help you from the same standpoint? Here I congratulate you on your innocence, but not jealous of your stupidity. When the Ryans act for their own interests, they are indeed the most actionable people in the world; as for the benefit of others, they will not be much faster than the snail, let alone you BC. You two sides have not fought enough in history and have not had enough hatred?"

The messenger bit his lips tightly. From the indifferent expression on the vampire's face and the sarcastic tone in the vampire's mouth, he knew that the negotiation would be difficult to have a result. But he also knew about this. Originally, this was just a step, a "passing ceremony" before the war.

In fact, as the vampire said, things will not change regardless of whether the negotiation will be successful or not. After paying such a great price, the Bin Clan no longer has the possibility of retreating or remorse. At least Kedasa has no possibility of this.

He tried hard to try again in his own duties. Of course, there was no result. The negotiation ended here, and the messenger himself knew that he was powerless. So he chose to leave.

Ashu Rufate watched the other party leave in frustration and walked out of his field of vision. Then he whispered behind him, "Come out."

Five or six people came out from behind the big stone behind him. If the messenger had not left, he would probably have opened his mouth wide because of surprise. Because he knew all these people.

The one who led the way was Damon, the Great Elder of the Bin clan. At this time, he had a pale face and a dull expression. This was the expression that people who were suffering from inner suffering, struggled in fear and anxiety, and had not sleep for a long time.

"Okay, I've finished talking to the messenger of one side. Now it's time to talk to you again. Damon, Kedasa has been determined to fight me to the end, otherwise he would not make such excessive demands. As for you, you can still choose your own path."

The vampire said expressionlessly.

"I apologize to you for all that we have done in the past, and I beg you for your magnanimity and mercy." Damon immediately took the lead in kneeling, "But believe me, about this war, it was entirely planned by Kedasa and the Ryans, and we were only forced to follow because of the power of customs and laws." Damon lowered his head and said in the humble voice he had said.

"Well, I believe you. But to me, verbal assurances are meaningless. Because humans are not trustworthy except for a few truly noble exceptions. As a proof of allegiance, I want you to do something for me." Damon secretly raised his eyes, noticing the vampire's bloodthirsty pleasure, and his jaw trembled with excitement.
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