While the secretaries of the Parliament of Truth were still working diligently in the conference room, the outside of the conference room was as busy as a vegetable market.
On the Marble Square, groups of goblins and dwarfs were shouting while holding slogans and flags. Leaflets and small flags were distributed everywhere, and the people passing by would also pick up one or two leaflets for fun.
"There is no point in protesting, but there is justification in striking."
"Strongly request the master mages to improve the treatment of all non-human workers in the Tower of Clouds. It's not that we don't have second-class workers."
"'Black Eye' Alchemy Laboratory collapsed! The bastard boss lost 300,000 gold coins by eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling, and ran away with his second wife, third wife, and fourth wife! Black Eye! You are not a human being! Scumbag! Give me back my hard-earned money.
! You will not end well! There must be retribution. So, in order to raise wages in arrears, we migrant workers took out that bastard’s inventory and sold it at a low price! Don’t let anyone pass by!"
Well, if the scene of these goblins and dwarfs demanding a raise in their wages is a bit unrealistic, the goblins doing business among the protesters are laughable, but in this protest, there are those who are of special significance.
The slogan seems to mean something real.
"We don't want war, we want peace!"
The goblins, who always carry all kinds of dangerous items and are undoubtedly arms dealers in most people's eyes, hold up this sign, which makes people feel ridiculous.
"For&长&风&}.{cf}{wx}. The war has not stopped yet, our soldiers are bleeding, our women are becoming widows, and our children are becoming orphans."
Although these slogans and flags are very inflammatory, they are quite ridiculous in front of those who know it. Because there are no soldiers from the Kingdom of Mage on the front line. Most of the soldiers from the Kingdom of Mage are originally private soldiers of the nobles in name only.
The only ones who can maintain law and order in the country and confront the Dragon Knights on the front line are the Army Division.
"what are they doing?"
"Probably, it's some kind of performance art."
Those little guys holding banners and slogans in front of the Hall of All Laws are obviously very confusing, and to be honest, I'm afraid these little guys don't even know why they are here.
"Hey, hey, hey. Old Jiugong, those guys look at us like we are fools. How long are you sure we can keep embarrassing ourselves here?"
"Stop complaining, Kevin. For ten gold coins a day, you just stand on the street shouting slogans. Where can you find such a good deal?"
It’s not that the dwarf Kevin is dissatisfied with the extra reward given by his boss, he just feels that it’s a bit silly to paint a fair and handsome dwarf in green and then hold up this green flag, just like the burnt and sticky dwarf from his hometown.
Gooey celery cake.Stand
Everything is just a lump stuck together, which makes people very unappetizing when they see it." Didn't you see that the goblins didn't complain? They were painted red to represent blood. Tsk tsk tsk, red and green go together,
Coupled with the disgusting thorn-haired head of the goblin, it’s simply”
"It's like a blowfly on the fat!"
Put aside the usual nitpicking of the dwarfs, but unlike the dwarfs who are not very short of money, the goblins shout slogans much more enthusiastically. They are even patrolling left and right, hoping that their employers will pay them more if they see how hard they work.
It would be better if the employer is happy with the lucrative job and can get a little extra salary.
"Does this make sense? Those ** teachers ignored it. Their meeting has been going on for two days, and no one dared to go in and disturb it."
"Then you don't understand. Our employer never does anything meaningless. He spends money to let us shout. He naturally has his own plans." The old dwarf stopped when he said this, until little Kevin understood the situation and took out his hand with heartache.
He took out his private tobacco bag, filled it, lit the pipe, and took a long puff.
"Ha, what our employer wants is not that the other party does what the slogan says, but just expresses an opinion, 'I know you are planning to start a war, and I am very opposed to it' or, 'I know what you are hiding, and I am very unhappy.'"
"Why don't you just rush into the conference room and express your demands directly. Those arcane guards shouldn't be able to stop our boss."
"Then there is no difference between breaking up with the other party, and offending the entire Parliament of Truth in the country of mages? Can young people use more brains? So the order given to us by the employer is just to shout slogans here, and if anyone chases us away, we will leave. And from now on
No one has driven us over to see it for so long. The other party’s answer was “
"We don't care how you make trouble. This information must not be leaked."
In the conference hall, a certain master said this.
"Crack."
But the next moment, the door was opened, and a mage in a blue robe walked in. In the background, there were the Olympian guards who had been dismantled into scrap metal.
"Roland, do you know what you did?"
Yes, that's me, an unlucky guy who was excluded, a foreman who brought his migrant workers to ask for wages. Well, it seems that he accidentally got into trouble again.
But at this time, Osluven, the controller of the truth of the Arcane Blade, shouted angrily, but I knew that he was speaking on behalf of the Parliament of Truth. In a sense, he was trying to protect me, otherwise I would have to face
, I am afraid that I accidentally offended the entire Parliament of Truth, and the leader of the hostile organization took the opportunity to launch an attack.
I took a look at the faces on the conference table. To me, they were really nostalgic. Many of them were people I wanted to kill, or wanted to kill me. At least the one was very messed up by the advertising slogans written by me.
The unhappy "black eyes" stared at me fiercely.
"I know you want to hide it, but if I already know it, what are you going to do? Are you going to silence me? Haha, let's talk about those dragons and giants together."
Opportunities will always come quietly, but they will only favor those who are prepared. Half an hour ago, an unexpected coincidence gave me the key to open that door.
"Herent came to see me? He is already waiting for me in the living room?"
When I heard the news, I wasn't surprised at all. After all, the news of the peace talks had been obtained. If he was Bayer's envoy, everything could be explained.
When I returned to the Thorn Garden, when I just walked to the corridor, what I saw was not the cold and handsome guy who didn't talk much. Instead, Sad Wind, who was supposed to be with me, slipped out to get some air. When he saw me coming, he was not afraid of anything.
Someone also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you still uncomfortable?"
"After all, I am a high-ranking dragon. Although I know in my heart that it is nothing, I still feel uncomfortable instinctively."
I nodded thoughtfully. Although half-dragons are called half-dragons, they are actually just creations of a small amount of dragon blood and intelligent races under mysterious magic. If placed in the ranking of the entire dragon race, they are probably more intelligent than half-dragons.
The lowly Yaron is an even lower class and can only serve as servants and slaves by nature.
However, the origin of the half-dragon population in the underground world is that they are all slaves of the color dragons, and they were even created by the dragon clan for this reason. The Helent in front of her is the blue dragon ethnic group among the color dragons, and she is also a high-concentration person who may transform into a giant dragon in the future.
Pure blood, the difference between the two sides in the dragon sequence is huge, and Bei Feng will naturally feel very uncomfortable.
"Why did I ask you to host me? Isn't this why Pleasant Goat welcomes Big Big Wolf and Sheep welcomes Bad Wolf?"
'Maybe I feel that as a saint, I am the most suitable person to receive him. I didn't expect that even if my strength increased, the bloodline suppression would become more serious. However, that boy gave me a special feeling, as if he was facing
Lord Aynmetheus."
"Xiao Hong? With the blood of the Dragon Queen, no wonder he can become the deputy leader of the Dragon Knights at such a young age."
He shook his head and turned his attention to the Dragon Riding Duke who was still resting in the hall. His fair face was full of the smell of wind and frost, his hair and armor were still coated with wind sand, and there were actually more scars on his young forehead.
Yinxi, it seems that he has not been doing well since breaking up in Dream Forest.
"I brought a piece of news. I want to meet with the Parliament of Truth now, but they are said to be in a confidential meeting. Can you introduce me to it?"
As soon as they met, he stood up and spoke hurriedly, his tone seemed a little anxious.
‘Don’t be anxious, speak slowly if you have something to say.”
But now Helent's eyes were staring blankly, as if he had been stimulated by something, he lost all patience and immediately activated a memory crystal.
"This is what an adult asked me to tell you."
The circulation of magic turned into ripples of magic on the table, forming a blurry scene in mid-air.
It was a deserted land, the sky was gray, the ground was gray, and all life was dyed with a layer of depression.
But what attracts the eye are the towering statues. They have different postures, some are standing with swords, some are sitting cross-legged and reading, or some are roaring at the sky, but the same, they have incredibly strong bodies.
, and a face as handsome as a classical hero.
Their existence here is the truth, just like the eternal reality.
But here, there are not just these giant sculptures, but at the feet of the giant sculptures, small stone figures wake up from their sleep, shake off their bodies, and turn into flesh.
When the perfect blockade constructed by the four elements was broken and the space blockade was lifted, they also woke up from their long sleep.
One by one, the little stone men woke up from their slumber. They seemed to know what they were going to do. They just picked up the earth and rocks and turned them into stone weapons. They just used the bodies of their ancestors as ladders to climb upward, just like
Ants crawling along the web of the human body.
However, their climb was not smooth. They often did not even reach their knees before they were suddenly attacked by flying "mosquitoes" and fell down again.
"What is this? A battle between ants and mosquitoes for a sculpture?"
Hearing this, Helent smiled bitterly.
"Those ants are giants, well, ancient giants with a minimum height of more than ten meters, and those mosquitoes are giant dragons. Those sculptured Titans, the Titans are about to wake up!"
Yes, these "little stone people" who are not as big as the toes of giant sculptures are actually giants in the mouths of other races, and this game is like an ant and a mosquito, an epic war between giants and dragons.
After a little comparison, the sculptures standing tall and tall are the legendary Titans who are capable of wrestling with the gods.
When the balance of the elements was disrupted, the four-element seal of the exiled also lost part of its power, so the sealed silver race came back.
"The sleeping giants of Attack on Titan are back!" (To be continued...)
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