Chris said loudly: "Everyone, I want to know what you think of the dispute between His Majesty and Prince Yawen?"
If he was just an ordinary noble boy, no one else would bother to pay attention to him.
But it was different now. Chris rode the majestic armored dragon crocodile, which had already attracted a lot of attention. He was also the person who hunted the most this time, and there were also three magical beasts, steel-armored elephants, so they couldn't help but ignore him.
What's more, someone among them recognized his identity. He was the bloody dragon man who made a big splash during the Pioneering Order War.
"How else can we look at it? One of them killed his father to usurp the throne, and the other colluded with the Black Dragon Palace. They are not wise kings worthy of our allegiance." Paul in the crowd shouted, he was the entrustment arranged by Chris, and he made this sentence that the nobles cannot make it clear.
Say what you say on the face.
As soon as Paul finished speaking, his father, Earl Benjamin, gave him a sharp look.
Chris continued: "According to my prediction, Prince Yawen's power is shallow, and the final victory must belong to His Majesty."
"I once had a conflict with a black magician organization. They are extremely cruel and cruel, and regard human life as nothing. They tried to sacrifice tens of thousands of residents in the entire city to help a black dragon at the peak of the sixth level break through."
"The Black Dragon Palace will not help His Majesty in vain. There must be some ulterior deal behind their backs."
"If one day in the future, the Black Dragon Palace wants to sacrifice a city, and happens to choose Nebula City, what should we do?"
He did not state his purpose at the outset, but instead elaborated on possible dangers in the future.
The Edmund Association made such a big fuss in Mott City, and the nobles in front of them all heard about it, and many of them lowered their heads in thought.
Yes, the Black Dragon Palace cannot be busy in vain, they must have something up their sleeve.
If it is true as Chris said, the Black Dragon Palace chose Nebula City...
Just thinking about it makes them shudder.
No one realized this until Chris brought it up. They didn't want to be involved in the war.
I thought that after the battle between the two kings, all I had to do was surrender to the winner.
But now, things are not as simple as they thought.
Chris said: "We must unite to deal with the Black Dragon Palace and His Majesty."
"But they have three seventh-level black magicians, and they may even have sent out high-level black dragons to suppress the formation. Even if all the neutral cities are gathered together, it will not be enough." It was still Paul who spoke.
Some smart nobles saw their relationship, but did not reveal it, waiting for Chris's next words.
"Ouch!"
Chris's body rapidly expanded and turned into a giant red dragon with a body length of 25 meters at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lisa, who was not far away, also turned into a blue dragon. Her size was even more exaggerated, more than fifty meters tall.
Although Angel didn't know what happened, she turned into a small colorful dragon.
The two red and blue dragons stand together, giving people an unparalleled sense of oppression.
The lower-ranking nobles were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and they had difficulty breathing.
Not long after, Chris returned to his human form, and so did Lisa, and the pressure that hung over the nobles disappeared.
"You must have heard of my record. I fought with the Marquis of Occam and both sides suffered losses. Now my combat power is not weaker than that of a seventh-level knight. This is my wife, a genuine seventh-level ice dragon. From the high end
In terms of combat power, he is no less than the three black magicians sent by the Black Dragon Palace."
"Besides, I have something to show you." Chris took out the clay pot bomb from the ring.
Paul asked on behalf of the nobles: "What is this?"
"This is my newly developed bomb, specially designed to deal with low-level knights." As he spoke, Chris moved the bodies of the two armored elephants far away, and sandwiched the clay pot bombs back to back.
After lighting the fuse, he quickly retreated and shouted to the nobles: "Everyone, cover your ears."
Paul, Donald and the others trusted Chris very much and did as he said.
But the other nobles dismissed it and just put their hands to their ears to show off, not covering them seriously.
"boom!"
The sound of the clay pot bomb exploding was extraordinary and made people's ears buzz.
Intense flames soared into the sky, and two corpses weighing three to four tons were pushed seven or eight meters away, dragging thick and long traces on the sandy ground.
Many nobles who did not listen to the advice opened their mouths and developed tinnitus.
Paul, Donald and others looked at this scene in stunned silence, which was beyond their understanding.
Chris grabbed the elephant's trunk and pulled a steel-armored elephant in front of everyone.
I saw that the back of the elephant corpse was densely covered with iron pieces, like a hedgehog.
The nobles shuddered unconsciously. Even with the armored elephant's defense, they were beaten like this. If it were them...
I'm afraid I will be disabled even if I don't die.
Looking at the frightened nobles, Chris smiled, and the effect was pretty good.
In fact, he secretly softened the carapace on the armored elephant, so he had such an amazing effect.
The defensive power of this second-level monster is stronger than that of many third-level knights.
At this time, a noble asked: "Is this a magic tool?"
"No, ordinary people can do it, and it can be mass-produced."
Now, the nobles really couldn't sit still.
If that thing just now was made by a magician, they would be able to accept it psychologically.
After all, such terrifying power is at least the product of a third-level magician.
Moreover, rare materials must be used and time spent carving the magic circle on it.
There is no shame in losing to an enemy of the same level.
But now Chris told them that it was something commonly made and could be produced in large quantities.
This also means that the materials used in bombs are more common.
Reputation from Paul 12, Reputation from Donald 14…
Paul also looked shocked, making him forget even his entrusted mission.
Fortunately, some nobles saw the clues and asked: "This bomb is so powerful that it may accidentally injure one of our own people on the battlefield. Moreover, its effective range is not large. I have to fight the enemy face to face.
What’s the point of using this thing anymore?”
"Good question." Chris took out another clay bomb, lit it and threw it several hundred meters into the air.
The bomb exploded like fireworks, scattering countless iron fragments and smashing two low-level bird-shaped monsters flying nearby into sieves.
Chris said: "What if we use a catapult to throw bombs into the enemy group? Can we effectively attack the enemy without accidentally injuring ourselves?"
The nobles' eyes lit up and their breathing became rapid.