Jacques suddenly raised his eyebrows, his body swayed, and he suddenly took several afterimages and fled behind several metal puppets controlled by his own people. He widened his eyes angrily, pointed at the Green Moon Queen and yelled at her
: "Queen of the Green Moon, you are just the high priest of the moon elves of the elven clan, and you are just the servants of the elven gods in the secular world! I accepted being threatened like this by a certain elf goddess, but you, you are just an ordinary
Elf, how dare you do this to me?"
Heavy footsteps came from all directions at the same time, each one exuding a terrifying aura of power, and god-level metal puppets with circles of dazzling magic rings under their feet kept rushing over. There were at least tens of thousands of gods controlled by the Hawkkin Protoss at one time.
Super puppets surrounded the Green Moon Queen's team. All the equipment on these metal puppets were unfolded, and the cold air made the elves in the team shiver.
The Queen of Green Moon glanced at Jacques with a gloomy expression, and then a white stream of water rushed up above her head, and the shadow of her true body loomed in the white light. Jacques and the other Hawkkin gods were stunned. Those powerful god-level gods
The puppets collapsed inward one after another, and each of them was dressed in rags, no doubt like a beggar. Hawkkin gods with various pungent ore smells jumped out of the puppets one after another.
"It's you, you're so unlucky!" Jacques spread his hands helplessly and spat heavily. He had just been blown out of the hall, and his mouth was full of mineral oil that burned and exploded.
The gray dust. His saliva spilled on the ground as sticky as ink. Queen Green Moon's expression suddenly changed, and she took several steps back in shock.
"Ka, I like elves with mysophobia!" Yakeya muttered in a low voice: "In this case, I can defeat you on the battlefield with enough poop!"
Queen Green Moon couldn't believe what she heard. Her body trembled slightly, and she screamed in disbelief: "Prince Yakeya, what are you talking about? Did I hear it wrong? Or, you have already
Have you fallen to this level?"
Jacques laughed a few times, and then he clapped his hands vigorously: "Okay, okay, distinguished guests are coming. Brothers, sisters, and children, let's play our welcome music! Well.
How about a song with a happier tune?"
After the bet failed, the goblin dignitaries who were cursing at their old emperor suddenly became energetic. They cheered and greeted the goblins around them. The goblin palace guards in large groups said, "Hmph,
Panting heavily, a huge metal box was pushed from the edge of the square. It was tens of meters long and wide, and about three meters high.
The surface of this metal box is densely covered with various tubas and trumpets, and is densely inlaid with countless percussion instruments. There are hundreds of all kinds of strange and weird musical instruments. On the back of the metal box, there is a huge pipe organ.
There are more than 300 pipe organs with bamboo-sounding pipes. Behind the metal box, a medium-sized magic energy furnace is dragged. White steam is constantly spewing out from dozens of exhaust pipes of this magic energy furnace.
"Welcome to enjoy our latest masterpiece! Of course, this is just a trivial little thing!" Jacques smiled triumphantly: "My youngest grandson, the young man Jacques Roux who has just turned thirty years old, has grown up.
A gift! A universal ensemble that can play all the music we know. Whether it’s from the Hawkkins or your elves!”
The Green Moon Queen's face changed slightly, and she quickly took a few steps back, letting the elves closest to the so-called ensemble retreat to the side as quickly as possible. The creations of the goblins were strange and weird.
The rarer the creation, the more unreliable it is, and various explosions occur from time to time. Queen Green Moon does not want her followers to be blown to pieces.
But before these elves took a few steps, high-pitched and cheerful music was already heard from the ensemble. Hundreds of various instruments played and sang cheerfully, and the coordination was so tacit that the joyful tunes made people unable to help but think...
Swing your body to his rhythm.
The goblins and dignitaries were already intoxicated and started to provoke the goblin swing dance, but the elves turned purple with anger.
This is the funeral song of the elves. It is a tune that the elves sing when they bury their bodies in ancient trees after the death of their family members. But these damn goblins, they directly put the funeral song that expresses the infinite sorrow of the elves directly.
It was transplanted into this ensemble, and the rhythm became extremely cheerful and joyful, as if it was already a cheerful little waltz.
What makes Queen Green Moon even more unbearable is that some young people among the elven nobles actually sang a ditty that was notorious in history and almost triggered a war between the Hawkkin Protoss and the Elf Protoss - The best elf is to die.
There is no elf that pleases goblins more than a dead elf; oh, oh, oh, the annoying elves, the arrogant elves, the hypocritical elves, they are all inferior to the dead elves!
"The best elf is the dead elf", this piece of music composed by a boring elder in the history of the Hawkkin Protoss, caused an uproar when humans still ruled countless ethnic groups. The elves brazenly proposed to the Hawkkin Protoss
They raised the strongest protest and even marched directly to the border, almost breaking out into a life-and-death battle between the two tribes.
If the human rulers at that time hadn't forcibly suppressed the two races, we don't know how things would have turned out.
But here, at this time, the elves heard this unbearable tune again! The Green Moon Queen's eyes suddenly turned a cold and ruthless pale white, and starlight shot out from her pupils, and her feet gradually
Circles of white water light rushed out, and translucent moon-white flowers bloomed quietly in the water waves. The Green Moon Queen gradually evolved into a statue of her own body, and the dull and thunderous sound resounded throughout the Iron City.
"Jacques! If you want war, we, the elves, will give you war!"
Jacques's face suddenly changed. He patted his head hard, then took out a shuttle-shaped magic guide from his sleeve and smashed it towards the ensemble. The tail of this crystal magic guide bloomed.
Opening a few small tail fins, a dazzling cold light suddenly penetrated the outer armor of the ensemble, and then exploded loudly inside the ensemble.
The huge pure metal ensemble exploded into countless pieces, and the dance of the goblins and the Hawkkin gods came to an abrupt end. Jacques rubbed his hands awkwardly and laughed a few times: "Ah, it was me the other day.
My birthday is coming, and the children helped me celebrate it, so I didn’t even have time to change the tune! Hahaha, it’s just a small misunderstanding, please don’t mind, Your Majesty!”
The Queen of Green Moon and the group of elven goddesses behind her were so angry that their eyes turned green, and they used the funerary music of the elves with a modified tune as the dance music for their birthday party? Damn the Hawkkin Protoss, they should all be struck to death by lightning!
Suppressing the anger in her heart, Queen Green Moon sneered word by word: "I feel the 'friendship' and 'enthusiasm' of the Hawkkin Protoss towards our Elf Protoss. So, can we talk about something serious now?"
Jacques looked at Queen Green Moon in astonishment. He pondered for a while, then helplessly spread the five fingers of his right hand: "Well, serious business? What do you want to buy from us? For the sake of being rude today, I
I can decide to sell you no more than five floating war fortresses, um, the kind that can grow no more than five miles in length! But at this price, there can be no discounts!"
Queen Green Moon's eyebrows raised, and she shouted coldly: "For the five war fortresses, as for working for me? Jacques, the serious thing I want to talk about is whether your Hawkkin Protoss can still survive in this world.
event."
Jacques and his tribesmen spread their hands and pursed their lips at the same time, and booed loudly for a while. Jacques waited until the boos from countless tribesmen stopped, then he laughed, he spread his hands and shrank in disbelief
Neck, he said triumphantly: "Can anyone cause harm to us? We, the Hawkkin Protoss, have no interest entanglements with any protoss!"
Pointing to the goblins around him who were almost identical to the gods of Hawkkin, Hawkkin laughed and said: "Our only believers are goblins, and goblins can only believe in us. If any god wants to attack us, they will have to pay a heavy price."
The price is high, but you can’t enjoy any benefits! Who would be stupid enough to do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit oneself?”
Jacques is right. The only believers of the Hawkkin Protoss are the goblins. And the goblins can only believe in the gods of the Hawkkin Protoss. This is very different from other gods. The composition of believers of other gods is always very complicated, even Odin.
In the temple, there are humans serving as high priests and wizards, and there are also human city-states on the Elf Continent.
But in the goblin continent, the belief system is pure and single. The goblins only offer their faith to the Hawkkin Protoss, and the Hawkkin Protoss only absorbs the faith of the goblins. Since the ancient war of gods, the Hawkkin Protoss and the goblins have lived together, and they have never
They have never been separated, the bloodline of the Hawkkin Protoss has multiplied among the goblins, and they are already an inseparable whole.
The reproductive power of the goblins is extremely terrifying. Relying on powerful alchemical weapons, they are enough to compete with any elite army of believers under the control of the gods. They also have a certain advantage in terms of numbers. And what about the Hawkkin gods? Relying on countless
Alchemy Puppet, even if they face any powerful protoss, they will not necessarily be at a disadvantage.
Even in the ancient war of gods, the Hawkkin gods appeared as logistics technical officers. Their individual strength was not strong, so they did not directly participate in the war. When other gods suffered heavy losses, the Hawkkin gods basically
All of them have full beards and tails, and their overall strength has not been greatly damaged.