The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 581 Asked for Help

"My idea is - we must enter again, no matter what the price is, we must find the source of the evil aura. At least we must bring back some of the wreckage of the leader of Basil and other fighters for burial!" Leng The cold words broke the silence, and Ocal's scarred face twitched a few times, revealing an inexplicable sense of sadness.

"How do we send people in? We Bantus are all ice elemental bodies, and if we enter, we will be corroded, and the result will not be the same as those warriors?" Balrena sighed and responded helplessly.

"Then look for other races for help! No matter what you have to find out the problem here! Even if you can't take out the wreckage of the leader of Basil and the rest of the warriors, first find out and destroy the source of those evil auras, otherwise if once After a few years of accumulation, the evil existence inside has accumulated enough power to rush out of the Liku patio, and by then, who can ensure that our home and our territory will not be affected?!" Okal insisted Said, and calmly stated his reasons.

"It's a good idea to seek help from other races. As long as it is not a race with an ice elemental physique, entry will basically not be affected. But the key is which race to seek help?" The gray-haired old Rolands said slightly. Nodded, but said with some embarrassment: "We Bantu people have lived in the snow-capped mountains for a long time. We are surrounded by snow fields, and rarely communicate with other races. That is, in recent years, because of the 'Ice Dragon' Scassa After waking up, I had some dealings with the humans of the Principality of Belle Mare... some not so good dealings. Other than that, no race has come here at all!"

What Rolands said was right on the point, making everyone frown instantly.

Not all races can adapt to the extremely low temperature in the snowy area, so in the Wannian Snow Mountain, a large and unchanging frosty mountain range, the only intelligent race is the Bantu race, which avoids competing with other races for resources It is a good thing on the surface, but because of this, the Bantu people have no friends of other races, and they belong to the category of loners.

"What race are you looking for?"

In an instant, a question arose on the minds of all Bantu senior officials.

"Isn't there something ready-made..." Suddenly, a voice came, breaking everyone's contemplation.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Lei Nuo, the leader of the Tulus tribe who looked serious and thoughtful.

Lei Nuo is a high-ranking member of the clan who is keen on major issues and confused on minor issues. He can propose quite perfect solutions to many major issues, so he is especially valued by the elders.

"Go and ask those human teams who came from the Principality of Belmar to form an alliance with our tribe, and see if they can help our Bantu tribe! No matter in terms of strength, experience, or cooperation, this The team is the best choice, even more reasonable than the combination of our leaders. Why don't we just start with them." Lei Nuo didn't show any pretense on such a heavy occasion, and quickly said solemnly.

"...Black Blade Squad?" Balrena and Min Tai heard this, their eyes moved thoughtfully.

"This is a good idea! Most human beings' physiques are earth and fire, and they are not affected. And this trip does not require them to fight, but is only responsible for finding out the source of the evil aura in Riku's courtyard, and sending Basir Take out the remains of the other warriors...this is feasible!" Rolands thought about it carefully, nodded appreciatively and said, "Even if you pay some price for it, it's worth it."

"In my opinion, let's just settle the matter of the alliance between the two countries. This is the main purpose of their trip. If it is achieved, they will have no worries." Okal thought about it, and a flash of determination flashed in his one-eyed eyes. .

"Shouldn't we discuss this matter after Patriarch Buwanga comes back?" Min Tai asked softly after hearing this, hesitant.

"Okay! If you have to act urgently, just agree to these people! It's a matter of cold lips and teeth, and we Bantu people will not be able to get out of this circle sooner or later. As for Buwanga, I will make a decision. After all, it is my son. , if he has any complaints, let him come to me and tell me!" Rolands said firmly and decisively after hearing this.

Seeing that the old patriarch had made a decision, it was difficult for everyone to say anything else.After all, Bwanga is the son of Rolands. Although one is the current patriarch and the other is the old patriarch, there is no binding force between them.However, there is enough binding force emotionally. Under such circumstances, there is no way to use the power of emotion.

"Okay! That's it. Let me persuade you about the Black Blade team!" Balrena said slowly when she saw that everyone had no objections.

"I'll go too!" Seeing this, Min Tai also said, "Having two leaders talk about it will make them feel more at ease."

"Okay, I'll thank you both." Okal nodded and said in a low voice.

The night's meeting ended in the early morning.As for what was discussed in the meeting, no one has revealed it. All the Bantu senior officials kept it secret for a long time. It was not until the crisis in the Liku patio was completely resolved that some people leaked the content of the meeting. It also made historians of later generations understand why the famous Black Blade Squad helped the Bantus and sneaked into the Liku courtyard, which was still mysterious at that time.

……

The next morning.

The feeling of hangover is quite uncomfortable, whether it is a soldier or an ordinary person.

Rubbing their heads in pain and depression, several members of the Black Blade team reluctantly came to Balrena's blacksmith shop to listen to the reason for the aunt's call.

Seeing the pale faces of the crowd, Balrena and Min Tai, who were sitting upright in the blacksmith shop, flashed a trace of embarrassment on their faces, and said softly, "I'm really sorry, everyone should have had an extra two days' rest. , but because there is one matter that is really urgent and needs everyone's help, so I can only disturb you right now."

"It's all right, Aunt Balreina, Miss Mintai. If you have anything to say, just tell me." After checking the status of the team members, Lu Zhan didn't think he was disobedient, and said with a calm smile.

"Is such that……"

Immediately, Balrena and Mintai recounted the matter in general, clarifying the requirements for the Black Blade team.

"In return, our high-level officials decided after discussions that before Patriarch Buwanga returns, we will first agree to your request and send a large number of fighters from our tribe to help the Principality of Belle Mare defend their northern border!" After finishing speaking, Balrena looked at the crowd and said cautiously.

Hearing this long-running story, Lu Zhan expressed that he was under a lot of pressure. He was not very good at these things, so after thinking about it, he quickly replied: "I'm sorry, I have to discuss this matter with the team members. Let's discuss it, if possible, how about giving the two answers in 10 minutes?"

"Of course it should." Min Tai nodded gracefully, and responded softly.

……

Immediately, Lu Zhan led a group of people back to his tent and began a detailed discussion.

"How about it, Tina, Miss Limiai, what do you think about this matter." As always, Lu Zhan asked the team's think tank first.

Professional matters should be left to professional people to consider, so that there will be no loopholes.

The two beautiful women pondered for several minutes after hearing the words, and finally spoke after weighing all possible problems.

"You can agree! There is nothing mandatory in their request. If it doesn't work, we can also withdraw. There is still a way out." Tina's thinking has always been moderate, and she said softly.

"It can be promised, the harvest is more than the sacrifice. However, it is best to seek help from the Alphalia Special Warriors Association, since as long as it is a human being, then go find some helpers, so that if we meet below When it comes to irresistible danger, we still have the strength to fight." Emily thought of another aspect, and said slowly.

"Okay, since you all think you can agree, then I will respond. I didn't expect that we can't escape the dangerous area no matter where we go. It's really a predestined relationship with these messy things." Hearing this, Lu Zhan said with a smile.

Immediately, Lu Zhan stood up, walked back to the blacksmith shop, and replied to Balrena and Min Tai with an affirmative tone.

"Okay! Thank you very much for your help. From now on, the Bantu people will always be your friends!" Balrena said with a grateful look on her face when she heard this.

"Mintai really saw you right! Thank you so much! If you are going to the Liku courtyard, please remember to come to the Tower of Sacrifice. I still have some good spells and equipment. I hope you can Useful!" Min Tai's face was also full of gratitude, and he said softly to Lu Zhan.

Soon, Balrena and Min Tai left the blacksmith shop, and headed towards the central square.

Lu Zhan was not in the mood to observe others, he thought for a while, and quickly returned to his tent, took out the magic mailbox from the spiritual space, wrote a long magic letter, and mailed it to the Celia, the lover of Camp Afalia.

First of all, in the letter, he confessed the mistakes he made to Nina and asked for forgiveness.Then he told Celia in detail about these things that happened in the Bantu territory, and asked for some help in manpower and resources.

After thinking for a while and finding that there was nothing wrong with the letter, Lu Zhan decisively mailed the letter.Then he walked to Tina and Emily's tent, and began to discuss with them what kind of preparations would be needed if they entered the so-called 'Liku Patio'.

Soon, after nearly three hours of discussion, Lu Zhan found a notification sound in his mailbox in the mental space, indicating the arrival of new mail.

(End of this chapter)