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Chakriyas, who had not slept for several days, lay on his back on three side-by-side sacks. After the joints of his limbs were stretched and relaxed, he felt tingling, causing him to let out a suppressed groan.
"Please don't make such a sound, it will make all the gentlemen present feel uneasy." The teammate who was not far away from him said this with his eyes closed, causing everyone who was resting in the stone room to let out a burst of laughter. Laughter.
In this simple lounge, there are four or five male job transfers from other teams. It is not that there are no places with better conditions in the fortress, but most of them are given to their female teammates. As a temporary resting place, they Don't ask for too much.
Chakrias laughed and punched his teammate, then twisted his body and found a comfortable position to sleep.
The commotion caused by the war drums of hell has long since calmed down, and everyone who had a false alarm was finally able to take a break and recuperate for the next fierce battle.
Soon, there was a saw-like snoring sound all around, and it was very lively with people coming and going. Chakrias just lay on the sack stuffed with hay and didn't feel bothered. It was obvious that he had long been accustomed to such an environment and even felt quite comfortable.
Just when his will was gradually immersed and lost, the door of the stone house was suddenly pushed open, bringing in a cold wind and causing the charcoal fire in the brazier to crackle softly.
"I just got the news that the leader of the Qualkek tribe does not plan to send a rescue team to the crash site of the airship!"
Chakrias frowned and slowly opened his eyes, but the person sleeping in the corner suddenly sat up with a rather ugly look on his face.
He asked urgently:
"What's going on? Why don't you save me!?"
"Aren't you still confused about what happened this morning? The monster army has already ambushed you, and the rescue is extremely difficult. This is basically a trap!"
The person who asked the question wanted to say something more, but he just gritted his teeth, got up and walked out without saying a word.
His two teammates looked at each other and quickly followed.
This is a reorganized team, and the person before was from Enstinger. From his reaction, it can be seen that there must be someone he cares about very much on the airship.
Chakrias listened carefully and found that it was getting more and more noisy outside. He had lost much sleep. He sighed helplessly and said to his teammates:
"Let's go out and have a look..."
As the night fell, more and more people were affected by the news that had just been spread, and with various moods, they gathered in the open space where they usually received their assignments.
Qualkek still stood in the middle of the clearing as usual, shaped like a sculpture.
The difference is that at this moment, the surrounding crowd is filled with various voices, questions, or questions, all of which are pointed at the defense commander of Harrogas.
"Still can't give up hope. Let's think of another way. We will cooperate fully!"
"Watching hundreds of comrades trapped in the mountains and dragging them on like this has a big impact on everyone's cohesion."
"It's not just an influence! If we are in trouble one day, will we be abandoned like this!?"
"More than half of the people there are our compatriots from Enstinger! They came with supplies to reinforce us. We should not get this result no matter what!"
"Don't mention Ernstinger at this time! No matter where the people are, we have the unshirkable responsibility. The problem is that we are already passive. If we send people to rescue now, we will only get deeper and deeper!"
"After all, let's just let it go!"
"You are just messing around, stop saying a few words! This will only make the situation worse!"
"Do you think the root of all this lies with us!?"
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Chakrias in the crowd frowned more and more as he listened. He had been exposed to the internal fighting in the aristocratic circles since he was a child. He has a very keen insight, and he soon noticed some abnormal existences in this chaotic situation. .
Although Qualkek's decision was difficult for most people to accept, his behavior of pushing open the door and passing the message just now seemed too deliberate, and there were also many rhythmic intentions in the dispute at this moment.
What they said was quite reasonable, but making such an uproar was too much for a group of people who were prone to life and death.
He carefully recalled the appearance of the person who came in through the door, and tried to find him among the crowd.
I vaguely remember that the man had a short, messy beard and no other obvious features. He was a popular figure among the group of career changers who were busy guarding.
After glancing back and forth for a moment, he finally relied on his outstanding eyesight as a scout and saw a figure that fit the impression quite well walking in from outside the open space. He looked like he was looking around, not knowing what was going on, and quickly joined the people beside him. Under discussion.
Such behavior made him even more suspicious, but in order to avoid attracting the other party's attention, he only glanced at him and then turned his attention to Qualkirk in the field.
Qualkek remained silent, showing no intention of explaining anything, and looked calmly at the noisy and chaotic crowd.
It is unlikely that the current situation will completely shake his authority. The reason why the crowd seemed so agitated was mainly because there were many staunch supporters of Qualkek fighting against various doubts.
Looking at the current situation, Chakrias couldn't help but feel a little confused. Logically speaking, the other two clan leaders, as well as people with appeal like Kane and Mara, should all express their opinions together. Not to mention It would make it easier for everyone to accept this decision, but at least it wouldn't make Qualkek appear so isolated.
This barbarian patriarch is obviously not an eloquent person. On the contrary, every time he organizes an action, he basically only has one or two concise instructions. It seems that he is required to face and respond to many questions. It’s true that it’s a bit overwhelming.
After a long time, Qualkek finally spoke and said in a deep voice:
"If you don't have a mission, just go back and rest!"
The crowd fell silent for a moment when he spoke, then roared again.
Co-author We have been arguing here for so long, and you just treat it like a show?
At this time, it seems that some people can no longer suppress their grievances and start to make rude remarks.
"Think about the rescue operation on the Arreat Plateau back then! Did anyone hesitate!? Look at it now! Is this how you treat foreign reinforcements!?"
"The two situations cannot be compared! Just calm down!"
"What a difference! Then I have nothing to say!"
Qualkek's expression remained unchanged as he listened to the increasingly harsh arguments.
"unless..."
Everyone heard Qualkek speak again, and there was silence again, and then they heard him continue:
"Unless my mind is twisted by Baal, sending you to die will never happen! Okay, let's all disperse!"
The crowd did not disperse as ordered. Although Qualkek had expressed his opinion, this obviously failed to appease the dissatisfied mood.
"Have you said enough!? Don't forget why we came here! It's so that the Garrison Fortress won't become the next Harrogath! And so that Enstinger won't become the next Seth Snowron!"
A slightly hoarse female voice came to mind, like the roar of a mother animal, which really suppressed the noisy argument for a while.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a tall female paladin making a fist with her right hand and beating the armor on her chest, and continued to roar:
"Even if I, Nora, died fighting here! I died fighting for Ernstinger! What difference does it make!?"
