Disagreement

After hearing Huo Ling out, Bael nodded slightly. "Indeed, Count Huo Ling's thinking is also quite sound!"

"Whether a war is won or lost depends on how it is fought, but the motive for starting a war must be considered with the utmost care."

"Whether we take the offensive or defend passively, is it not all for the final victory of the Blood War?"

Huo Ling nodded repeatedly. "General Bael is right. I agree as well!"

After that, Bael changed the subject and chatted at length with Huo Ling inside the military tent before finally letting him leave.

Once Huo Ling left the tent, he swiftly departed and returned to his quarters.

Today had been far too perilous, and something had been deeply wrong.

No wonder Zariel had left the front lines and stationed herself within Bael's army. Had she discovered something?

Flying through the air, countless thoughts churned through Huo Ling's mind. He had already made his decision in secret.

No matter what was going on between Bael and Zariel, once Sali and the others had completed their promotions, he needed to leave this place as quickly as possible.

Back in the original military tent.

Bael still sat there in silence, his clawed hand stroking his blazing, serrated greatsword.

"Interesting..."

That little count's words just now had still taken Zariel's side.

Over the years, Bael had given others the impression that he did not care about politics. Yet in truth, he had always been watching, eyeing Zariel's position and wanting to sit upon that throne at every moment.

But the gulf in strength had forced Bael to rein in his private ambitions.

The breath Bael exhaled was incomparably scorching, snuffing out every candle flame in the tent.

In the darkness, Bael's crimson scales emitted a faint glow. He resembled