The 'Master' tilted his head and sat next to the bow statue... It was a huge embroidered crab with its claws turning into musical notes.
The colorful pattern on the back of the clawed crab will reveal the family crest of Wenjian after looking at it for a long time.
Although it sounds very artistic, except for the members of the You family of Wenjian Tianxia Boy, most of the undead don't appreciate this overly ostentatious art.
Especially the expression of that crab...it is truly arrogant and domineering that is rarely seen in life.
When the 'Master' named Wenjian's flagship 'The Tyrannical General Ship', if he hadn't had to ask for animal companions to be able to vote, he would probably have lost even if the family had the second-highest number of undead boys.
The battle is here...it is said that there is only a few thousand votes left.
If the embroidered crabs hadn't collectively sided with the 'young master', he would have been defeated.
This made most of the Wenjian members secretly resentful, but there was nothing they could do about it... 'Young Master', who has always been very clever at playing tricks, actually brought up the matter of voting in front of so many animal friends!
No one is willing to hurt the self-esteem of their friends over such a trivial matter... Even if they don't care, when this matter is raised publicly, who can veto it?
Even if you don’t have an animal companion, you can’t speak. There are indeed many lonely people who play games, but how can they join the family?
He turned to his secretary and asked: "What are those people doing in the last days? Has Lao Gou also arranged work for them?
I just can’t figure it out, what can I do that I can only let them do?”
"Are you sure you want to analyze the old dog's thoughts?" His secretary smiled helplessly, "We have not participated in anything other than blocking the bay during this period!
When you don’t know anything, try to analyze what a famous psychopath is thinking...Sorry, I can’t do it.”
"Well... that's not necessary. If I have to use my head, why are I here?" The 'Master' hung his small body on the bow of the ship and said with a melancholy look, "I'm just not used to it, so I have to
Cooperate with that big eunuch."
"Um?"
"The old dog didn't let me go to the lake, saying things at the beach were more important... How strange~
Who else is Toril's ocean power?
It can't be Embry, right?
no no!
If she can be cleansed as a conspirator, I will die~I will definitely die~"
Looking at the clan leader who was holding the crab legs with his arms stretched out and speaking nonsense words in a chant, Mr. Secretary felt that his temples were going to explode.
"Xueyunfeng! What kind of work has been arranged for us Wenjian?
How are you sure that there is something about Amberli?"
"Well...don't you know?"
"Is there something else that I should know that you forgot to tell me?"
"Ah...did I forget to tell you when the old man sent me a message?" 'Young Master' said in a low voice, "The old dog gave way to the eunuch to appease Amberli...it is said that the shrewish queen had a good conversation with him.
Huan, I even told him some secret information in the ocean!
So I’m not surprised that the old dog thinks there are enemies in the ocean, but I’m a little confused about who they are.”
"No matter who it is, we may have to temporarily cooperate with the apocalypse, right?" The secretary thought for a while and immediately grasped the key point of his family's long story.
"Yes... so I... am so depressed~ The old dog doesn't love me anymore~ His heart~ flies to a mean and mean eunuch~"
"Please change the tune. The Marriage of Figaro will make many people doubt the relationship between you and the old dog.
If you don’t have any special preferences, then Seville Barber seems to be more suitable.
To be honest, those girls in the cabin who are poking their heads are probably already singing Carmen for you!" The secretary carried his tablet and quickly communicated with other executives... The so-called executives of Wenjian are, to be honest, the leaders of various schools here.
People, although they will act together with them during important events, most of the time they fight independently.
After so many years in the end of the world and Wenjian, it is no longer necessary to mention the hatred between the 'young master' and 'Lu Huayu'. There were too many entanglements, and they cannot be said to be life-and-death enemies, but they are almost there.
If you really want to cooperate, you must communicate with other people first.
Damn 'Master'!
This guy is never willing to focus on the real point.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, some of the ships in the last days might have been killed by Wenjian's artillery fire before they even saw the enemy.
The 'young master' has always been shameless and insisted on saying that he had forgotten. What could anyone do to him?
But his excellent career as a secretary came to a screeching halt!
He will never agree.
The 'Master' raised his head slightly from his arm, revealing half of his face: "So, when did you agree to be my deputy commander?
My band is very strong~
If you do well, I can share your shares in the future!"
The secretary didn't even raise his head, and said firmly: "The cake is not delicious enough.
I would rather go to the Municipal Symphony Orchestra and start as an assistant conductor and work my way up!"
‘Xueyun Peak’ outside the Luohu dimensional space suddenly sighed softly.
'Qiuqiu' standing aside raised his head indifferently: "I want to cooperate with you and ask the lord why he sighs?"
"Eh? Why are you here?" 'Xueyunfeng' asked with an exaggerated expression.
"Drawing lots, I lost." "Qiuqiu" said two words neatly.
"Huh?" 'Xueyunfeng' was really confused this time, "Have you already treated me like this now?"
"Then what?" 'Qiuqiu' sneered.
"Ah..." 'Xueyunfeng' turned his head and looked forward, "I don't know what the young master will do.
Although I hope he will be honest in arranging the cooperation between Wenjian and Doomsday, but if he is not honest...it would actually be good!"
"Why do you have to let those two families cooperate?" 'Qiuqiu' still didn't calm down.
"There's no way, Ambori needs a eunuch~" 'Xueyunfeng' said with a smile, "Look, whoever receives the lady will have to do something bad, right?"
"What good can Embry do?"
"What should we do? Aglaia is not here." 'Xueyun Peak' said sharply, "Moreover, even if she is here, Hill will not let his lovely and beautiful daughter get involved in such nonsense in Toril.
Furthermore, there are no Aglaia believers here in Chult, and the divine power of the sea still belongs to Amboli!
The future of Aglaia City does not hope for the emergence of a new sea god.
Then Amberli can't be completely destroyed!
Now that Talos is completely gone, Embry needs a new protector... Who else is more suitable than the weak divine Hydra on the Wenjian ship, who is likely to become the Lord of Chult?
He may not have the ability to suppress the whole crowd, but no one dares to offend his master."
"Shar...will you be willing to accept Embry?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" 'Xueyunfeng' was dumbfounded, "Did you forget who was the photographer of Flame Peak?"
He was still somewhat rational and suppressed the words that were already on his lips... Ai Shoudo didn't mind using it in person, she just accepted it as a follower, that would be a piece of cake, okay?
However, the beatings he had suffered for so many years suddenly emerged at this moment... The old dog closed his mouth in time.
"Then...Are Amberli willing?" 'Qiuqiu' blinked, finally realizing what the old dog was afraid of, and changed the subject.
"Ha~" 'Xueyunfeng' raised his eyebrows and laughed, "We are waiting for the big snake to break through the wall, and others are waiting too~
If he doesn't want to risk his life, Embry will know what choice to make.
If you feel that you can’t live with your face... then you shouldn’t be Eunuch Youlu! Isn’t he the best at building a red carpet full of flowers for these embarrassing people who can’t find the steps?”
He turned his head and glanced at the coast where the 'Master' was, and said with a bit of regret in his tone: "It would have been better if those turtles in Toril had been willing to sign a contract with us.
What a shame...that's a really good shield.
Although the Embroidered Crab is very strong, it cannot be thrown out as bait.
This way of defending around the island is a bit too obvious, and I'm really worried that those guys won't dare to come."
"Who is it?" 'Qiuqiu' asked impatiently, "Why have you been so good at showing off your skills in the past two days? Is it because no one who can knock you on the head is around, so you let yourself go!"
"Ah..." 'Xueyunfeng' said with a smile, "Look, it's so annoying to let me, an ice mage, squat next to the volcano~
Hot people are so flustered that they don’t want to say anything~”
'Qiuqiu' glanced at the old snow dog who was talking nonsense, and then looked up at the group of archmages on the flame peaks who were still struggling... If they were afraid that they would hear it, then they should stay with Edna.
does it matter?
Then she'd better remain silent.
The hags in the dimensional space still didn't survive half an hour, and their earl lord didn't show up either.
They could only break through the strong hut and come out to meet the enemy. In order to show their importance to the undead, the hags did not even use magic to conceal their images.
Therefore, the undead were very happy to see the true lethality of the hag gathering:
There will never be a shortage of old witches in the fantasy world, but Toril's is a special classic.
The tattered evening gown, the sparse long hair like straw flying in the wind, and the shriveled, thin, black body that could not be covered by rags, all told everyone carelessly... what is a witch?
Let the classics be passed down forever.
"Don't take us so seriously!" A high-pitched male voice confirmed some people's regrets, "We want to see another one!"
Unfortunately, for hags, races like the undead that cannot absorb essence are not worthy of them wasting their magic power.
They formed a formation... in groups of three and three, and nine and nine in one group.
The plum blossom formation looks quite beautiful, but it's a pity that I couldn't take a closer look.
Although the men were mourning everywhere, the undead priest community fell into a happy atmosphere.
They remembered what the old dog said: As long as these old hags come out, they can just beat them slowly.