As a ranger, Rosellian was very sensitive to the uneasiness in the hearts of everyone present. Yes, there was just a fight in the south, and there were a lot of deaths, and it was about two million.

To be honest, when Mr. Ranger heard this news, his first reaction was that the guy who copied the war report wrote an extra zero.

After confirming it repeatedly and obtaining the battle video from the Southern Highness, Rosellian saw a scene like hell. He suddenly realized that if his team was thrown into such a hell, he would probably not be able to defeat any new Eden-side war team, except for the zombies and demons competing on the same stage, and they would die without a choice.

He had to apply for the right to use a large virtual battlefield overnight, while telling his name that the battle formation is no longer the main theme of this world. In most cases, the battle formation shoulder to shoulder is no longer the cornerstone of victory, but the guide of death whistling.

Today, the commander Marceau, who was in the bloody battle of Roland Waddo, came. It is said that he brought the kindness of the Sanskrit, but Rosarian did not dare to let his team go south. This was not a scene where courage could deal with it. His team needed time and hell-like training.

"Marceau is here."

The French half-ling lady who was the landlord walked in with a kitten. Her appearance with him made many people sit up straight. No matter what, the kitten that appeared in front of her represents to a certain extent the will of one meter and long ears.

"So it's better to marry a good person than to look good." The secretary next to Luo Sailian sighed softly.

"Pan Lu Deng Xiaoxian, touch your conscience and think about how many things you have." The young Ranger blanched at his secretary-general, who grinned.

The kitten walked to the podium with big strides. The representatives of the grassland elves in the front row immediately handed over an arcane loudspeaker. The kitten grabbed it and patted the shell: "I remember that last year, I also mentioned the issue of the New Eden with everyone at Canary. At that time, many people thought that what we said was like a fantasy. Now the facts tell us that no matter how bizarre it is, as long as it happens, it is not a story or a joke, but if it is not stopped, it will sweep the entire Eastern Continent."

"His Excellency Marceau! We are willing to send troops!" The grassland elves in front immediately shouted and responded.

"Let those new Edens know the master's anger!" The Orien halfling, who also had long ears, agreed.

"If the information was not in place, I really thought these were tutors." Rosellian's secretary seemed to have become very good at complaining today.

"Nonsense, the long-eared Orien halflings took the words of Panny as truth, and the square and long-eared one-meter-two square ears and long-eared naturally followed the words of His Highness. They began preparing for the battle early on. As for us, at this time last year, we were fighting with other battle groups for leveling locations like fools... It's damn." Roselian sighed with a frown. For him, there was no good news in the past two days.

"I know your loyalty to this world. So, what about the friends behind me? I heard that you fought for a semi-artifact last week and died six and a half-step legend?" As soon as the kitten opened his mouth, Luo Sailian and his secretary immediately turned their heads and looked at the two protagonists of the story in the kitten's mouth on the left.

"It's seven, Your Highness!" A grassland elves raised their hands and angrily exposed the scars.

"The seventh one was stabbed to death in the city!" added the young 1.2-meter-two historian with conscience.

"I was also poured into corpse water!" There was also a kitten who expressed his loyalty to his fellow students.

"The new Eden army has reached Roland Wador! If we cannot stabilize the defense line on the Red Stone Mountain, they will sweep the entire Ashby! Maybe Paroonst and Ashby can rely on the fleet on the sea to defend, but other places will be swallowed by death. The plains of your canary will be the next target of New Eden! At this time, you can still fight in the nest!" The kitten seemed to be roaring in the end.

"He was angry, I'm sure I would never dare to say anything." The secretary spoke immediately: "My advice to you is that if we mention us in a while, bow our heads, the crown will not be on our heads."

"Isn't this nonsense? The crown is not on his head. Is it still on our elm-wood heads weighing a few pounds?" Rosellian retorted and pointed at his head.

However, some people didn't think so. The two parties immediately stood up, one of them left cursingly, and the other simply made a very rude gesture to the kitten, and then retreated with his opponent.

"Your Excellency..." The French half-length man lowered his head.

"It's okay, Miss Favane, everyone has their own ambitions." After the kitten said that, a figure of the same size appeared beside him.

Rosarian gasped for the first time, and then realized that this was not a spell, but more like stealth... Then the ranger's face turned pale, and his ability to hide under the light was simply amazing.

"Xiao Bangta, remember what they look like, take your battle group to kill them all, there is no need for waste or cowards under the glorious banner." The kitten said to the likes who appeared behind him with a smile.

"I understand, my little master." After the kitten said that, he disappeared from the podium.

"I know." The secretary looked cold and sweaty: "They all said that this kitten has the blood of the White Sword-Tail family, which is ridiculous. I thought it was a joke."

"Wait a minute, my secretary, I remember that guy who couldn't control the management fee and we had..." The young Ranger couldn't remember how to use the words at once, but his secretary thought about it very considerately: "We have some small problems, which is not a waste."

"There is no problem anymore. Tell the people below to clear their people." Rosarian raised his eyebrows.

"But we are so blatant... We are not black and eat black. My secretary, we are the men of His Highness." After saying that, the young ranger stood up.

Facing the kitten's scrutiny gaze, he lowered his head and saluted first, then spoke loudly: "I am the leader of the Spartan Warriors, Rosellian, Your Excellency."

"Roselian, is there anything wrong?"

"I am willing to take my team to fight for this world. Unfortunately, I was unable to recognize the situation and miscalculated the military strength of the New Eden, so I need some time. Lord Marceau, my team and I need time."

"I know, Lord Roselian, so I don't ask you to send troops immediately. On the contrary, my lovers and I will provide you with better training manuals and battlefield templates, so that you can familiarize yourself with the latest killing skills of the world as quickly as possible, so don't worry, yours." The kitten said with a smile and paused at this point. He reached out and patted the head of the halfling girl who was still a little confused by the side: "Miss Favane and her battle group also meant the same, so don't worry, I don't need you as cannon fodder, because even Ashbey's battle group is far better than you. I need you to grow up when we fight bloody battles. This world needs us, and you also need you, and everyone who is determined to change the world and slide into the abyss."

"Please accept our loyalty. Your Excellency, we will gather under your command!" The young Ranger felt that his acting skills were about to explode.

"I have accepted your loyalty. Lord Roselian, don't worry about doing what you want to do. After all, we have reached a consensus, right?" The kitten nodded with a smile: "Who else is willing to fight for this world, I will wait and see."

The grassland elves and long-eared people in the front row are naturally no problem, and Rosellian saw a lot of human battle groups standing on the right... Well, most of these guys are Mars battle groups, and this kitten has a home bonus.

"Please count me, yourselves."

Roselian suddenly heard the female voice coming from his left hand. He turned his head and saw the girl standing up not far away: "We Soviet wrath also takes time, but don't worry, you, at most half a year, we can send several elite battle groups to join you!"

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Rosellian.

Ah, it was an old acquaintance. With this idea, Rosellian and the girl smiled at each other.

Why are you laughing at you, a flat-breasted girl? Rosellian's smile is a knife in his smile.

Just like the dagger in the eyes of this girl called "What do you laugh at you, bald man"?
Chapter completed!