Volume 6 In the World Chapter 678 Night Surprise Attack (End...
"Ilosu, don't underestimate the real 'artifact'. If it were just a sharp sword, I wouldn't take it out at this time."
Hell Will looked at Elos's doubtful face, smiled and continued:
"Okay, I can tell you, but you must remember not to mention it to others. The Hell Horn contains a very huge power, but this power will not have any effect on ordinary creatures, humans, elves, and even demons.
Injury and influence, it cannot harm the devil. But it is the most powerful weapon."
It can't hurt anyone, but it is the most powerful weapon?
Elos was confused: "This subordinate is stupid."
"It's very simple. Hellhorn cannot harm others, but it can control others."
Hell Will looked at Elos and said: "Of course there are certain restrictions. The only objects that can be controlled are hell demons. All hell demons will unconditionally obey and blow the horn after hearing the trumpet of hell.
person’s orders.
Of course, if the Hell Demon has touched the Hell Horn before, he will not be confused by the sound of the horn."
Having said this, Hell Will looked at Elos and asked: "Little Elos, you will help me with this, right?"
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Lord Azazel's eyes are everywhere, and his conspiracy is pervasive, but he doesn't know that beneath his lair lies the power he desires most.
The so-called darkness under the lamp is basically what it means.
The smartest Lord Azazel seemed to be playing like an interesting toy in front of the will of hell. When Lord Azazel feverishly took all his elites and marched step by step towards Marsham Fortress.
At that time, he didn't know that the will of hell had wandered to his lair, accurately and easily taking out the power that would determine the final victory or defeat.
"We must get that city," Iloth repeated. "We must get that city."
"But, my Lord Elos," the red-bearded Captain spread out his hands and said with a mocking look on his face: "It is impossible for us to capture that city. We are no match for the enemy. To attack such a city like this,
This is simply a way to die."
"I know," Elos said, "very clearly, so we won't attack this time."
"Then what do we do?"
"We have no other choice," Eloise shrugged and said something that surprised everyone present: "We surrender, we can only surrender."
Blindly competing for strength is what a barbarian does, but a wise man will follow the trend.
Just like running water, it can be powerful, it can be gardened, it can be as gentle as a stream flowing through the fingertips, or it can be as violent as a flood and rage on the earth.
The first thing a true wise man must learn is to compromise.
Wise men and heroes are two completely different creatures. Heroes always hold their heads high. They have heroic pride and persistence, and their characters are flashing with dazzling brilliance.
The first thing a true wise man must learn is the bottom of his head. They should be dim and hidden under the light.
But sometimes, compromise is often more difficult than persistence.
"What, surrender?" Redbeard slapped the table and stood up: "How can we surrender? How can we surrender?"
Redbeard was panicked. He never expected that Elos would say this.
He looked around, hoping to see Mesdam's figure.
As long as the old dean says a word, what Elos just said can become as non-existent as air.
Iroth did gain the right to rule this legion through victory after victory and various means, but this was only a temporary rule, and everyone only temporarily recognized the leader.
But the real leader of this legion can only be Mesdam. Iloth will never forget that all the non-commissioned officers in this legion are Mesdam's students.
If they can tell Mesdam the location of the station without telling Iloth, then they can naturally do more things for Mesdam.
As long as Mesdam said a word, everyone would leave Iloth and their friends and follow Mesdam.
But now that Mesdam has gone to the fourth level of hell, the old dean has his own troubles. He needs to rely on his wisdom and tongue to make Viscount Samael surrender.
This is a high-risk job, and Mesdam has no time to care about Ilosu's actions now. He just told Redbeard before leaving that he must obey Ilosu no matter what happens.
That's the worst.
Now Elos wants to surrender, but once he surrenders, it means losing all initiative. It is like digging out his heart and giving it to his enemy. There is nothing like giving his life to the enemy to do whatever he wants.
Things are even worse.
"We must get that city, but the biggest difficulty before us now is the terrible city defense and strong city walls," Iroth pointed to the small sand model of Malagard City in the camp and said: "Now the third
The ruins of the Six Hells and the sparse population are our biggest advantages. Our legion is like a gust of wind, but when we encounter such a solid city defense, we can only fight and bleed."
"Can surrender solve the problem?" Red Beard asked: "Are you so sure that they will arrest me? And then imprison me in the dungeon in Malagard City? My Lord Elos, you are not
So naive, right? At this time, they will kill all of us without hesitation."
"Surrender is just a result," Elos said seriously: "There is a very complicated process involved, and our surrender will never be a simple matter. It will have such complicated procedures, but in the end it will be able to
We have brought great benefits, and I am confident that this surrender will enable us to avoid the strong walls of Malagard.
In fact, we don't need to get the city of Malagard, and 60,000 people are not willing to hold on to the city of Malagard, so what I have to do is to let Ilothzeb understand that there is a big trouble in his hometown of Malagard.
Okay, so once you enter the city, I will no longer restrict you with military regulations. Within three days, you can do whatever you want, destroy and plunder as much as you like, whatever you want."
Hearing Ilosu's direct words, Redbeard's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he had fought a few small battles during this period, such small scenes could satisfy him.
If it were Malagard City, it would be completely different.
Prince Saul and the beautiful poet Garlus frowned in unison.