"That's not all. After learning from last year's lessons, we distributed a large number of fur coats to the troops participating in the war this year, because the nights in the desert will be very cold. We also distributed some insect repellents made by toad witch doctors of the Zodano tribe.
Medicine, this time we concentrated in advance and have been practicing in the desert for nearly a month, including the details of carrying clean water, and the kingdom also remade a batch of huge water bags sewn from cowhide." Prince Kahn laughed.
"Since we are so fully prepared, I believe we should be sure of victory." Liu Zhencheng threw away the ruler in his hand: "Then what are we waiting for? When will we set off? My Royal Highness the Prince!"
"Your Majesty, let's have a good night's rest. Tomorrow you and the vanguard corps will set off. As the saying goes, soldiers are valuable and fast. We already fought against the desert humans once last year. I believe that when we come this year, the other side will not be unprepared."
Prince Kahn pressed his hand on the table and slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, the legion you belong to is the vanguard of the army. I hope that the sharp blades of Feileng Cui's warriors can bring the greatest good news to the kingdom!"
"No problem." Liu Zhencheng waved his hand carelessly and glanced sideways at Prince Lionheart: "Your Highness Kahn, I would like to ask, has Prince Richard come this time?"
"His Royal Highness is also a Templar, so of course he is going to join the war. There are ten princes coming this time, and not just one, His Highness Richard." Prince Kahn smiled and saluted a military salute, turned around and left, taking a few
The generals walked together to the staff officers who were having a heated discussion not far away, listening to various reports.
Liu Zhencheng sat on the chair and seemed to be in a daze for a moment. The three golden-robed officiants knew that he was preparing to compete with His Royal Highness again, and secretly laughed in their hearts. This time there was Prince Lionheart, who was in charge of the entire legion's action plan.
, ten more liger princes have joined, it looks like there will be a good show.
After some pretense of politeness, the three chief priests also said goodbye to the Divine Comedy Shaman and went to rest in the room arranged in the side hall, leaving Liu Zhensha to remain there in a daze.
"Are you scared?" Helen asked Liu Zhensha quietly.
"Afraid?" Liu Zhancheng laughed dumbly: "Our logistics supplies are all arranged by Feilengcui. My clean water is carried in iron buckets, five hundred gallons a jar. Elder Andulan prepared a hundred barrels for me.
Two hundred thousand pounds of clean water is enough for bathing and planting flowers, not to mention the food. The hoard of bamboo rice and dried meat, frozen trout and frozen shrimp in the soda fountain are terrifying to death in the space ring; the prince and
No matter how bad the prince is, he can't hold my throat, right?"
"It's not that we are stuck in logistics. I'm worried that they will send you up to be used as cannon fodder." Mo'er shook her head, looked at Prince Kahn who was discussing the military situation with his staff over there, and lowered his voice.
"No one can treat a priest who possesses a super-level magical beast as cannon fodder. If he can't be beaten, we can always do it." Liu Zhenzhen laughed.
"We have to recruit Sissi's uncle, uncle and cousin. Yi Jiao and their time are also very tight. If nothing happens, we don't want to call them back. There are only two regiments in the Pioneer Corps. I will bless them with war songs by myself.
It's more than enough." Helen smiled lightly: "What we need to increase now is the magician's attack power. No matter what, if we can't defeat us, there will still be no problem in running away."
"It would be great if Master Puskas came with me to fight against the autumn wind." Liu Zhenzhen sighed for a while: "No! I have to send a flame text message quickly to urge Dragon City to allocate one hundred and fifty dragon people to me!"
"Let's go, it's better to choose five smarter young priests first." Helen stood up from the wooden pillar and stretched out: "Teach them well, and then send them to the underground world to recruit some high-level priests."
Warcraft can also be used, but it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself."
Liu Zhenhan and Mo'er nodded and stood up together. No one knows what will happen next year. Now that they have some team members in their hands, it will give them more confidence when the demons come.
"The eyes of the statue suddenly blinked." The young nun Joan of Arc suddenly grabbed Liu Zhanchen's arm nervously and pointed to the Mani statue.
"Where?" Liu Zhencheng was startled, and immediately covered the little nun behind him. He stared at the statue of Mani for a long time. On the beautiful face shrouded in the faint green firelight, the pupils of
The reflection is indeed a bit harsh, but there seems to be no trace of blinking.
"I can't stand the two flames burning with mermaid oil." Mo'er became more and more angry: "I guess these fuels must be extracted from the bodies of twenty freshwater mermaids. This Russian
The Di Temple is so huge that it must be the Ten Thousand Years Holy Fire!"
"Damn, it's not easy to dislike it! I smashed it!" Liu Zhenzhen let out a cruel laugh, and with one hand bent, his blood power drove a heavy wooden pier, and smashed it against the arm of Goddess Mani with a "kuangdang" sound.
, a wooden pillar flew out, followed by another one.
There was a loud noise like the earth was shattering, which startled the Behemoth officers in the entire temple. The dust falling from the beams sprinkled their heads and faces, and countless bats passed through the hall with a "coaxing" sound.
The smelly bat guano covered the military map and sand table.
Amidst the splashing of wood and rocks, Goddess Mani's two jade-carved arms were smashed into bald wrists. Goddess Mani suddenly lost the light of the fire and fell into darkness. Her face looked a bit ghostly because of the dark profile.
dense.
The Behemoth officers all looked at the Divine Comedy Shaman in a daze, wondering what he wanted to do. The Aegean continent is a continent with many gods. Generally speaking, the act of blaspheming the gods can only be expressed verbally.
Okay, destroying other people's temples is a bit too radical. So many ancient temple ruins across the continent are still well preserved, which is why most people are unwilling to blatantly desecrate a god.
The hands of Goddess Mani are obviously hollow, and a large amount of flying grease turns into blue sparks all over the sky, fluttering like catkins, and the blue and blurry firelight shines on the screen wall next to the goddess statue. One poem after another is described in the common Chinese language of mainland China:
The poems are vaguely visible.
Due to the close distance, the oil of the freshwater mermaid floated in the air as light as catkins. A large group of Beamon staff officers gathered around curiously and tilted their heads to appreciate these poems. Most of the Beamon present were from aristocratic backgrounds and were arty.
Well, I have a good scholarly background, and I have some ability to appreciate poetry.
Without exception, these poems were basically all about praising the brilliance and greatness of the goddess Mani. The hippopotamus poet curled his lips after reading it. O'Neill thought that he could write a poem of this kind in fifteen seconds, which was worthless.
There is a poem signed "Listen to the completion of the Temple of Oedea". The font is large and heavy, as if it was written with blood. Due to the passage of time, the handwriting has turned into a dark black color with a slight scarlet background.
Color, because the artistic conception in these poems has outstanding elegance, immediately made many noble officers chant, and even O'Neill couldn't help but applaud:
"The pool under the elm shade is not a clear spring~
It’s the clouds in the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams~
A boat full of mermaids, singing in the starry sky~
Looking for? Hold a long pole and walk upstream to the river where the grass is greener~
The summer insects are also silent for me, because I have gained something again~
Tonight the glorious sacred fire hymn of Oedipus~
Destined to ring loudly for the goddess Mani~"
Mo'er's face was on the verge of going crazy, and electric snakes swam out from between her fingers with "cracking" lightning. Even a fool could see that this poem was a song to express her pride in capturing a lot of "fresh water."
It was written by the butcher of "The Mermaid". Looking at the title, it was specifically to congratulate the completion of the "Great Temple of Oedi". Although the artistic conception and rhetoric are gorgeous, one thinks that these sacred fires that will never be extinguished are extracted from the bodies of living mermaids.
If the lamp oil is lit, it will make people shudder.
"Cult!" Helen kept shaking her head: "This is definitely a cult! There is no religion in the Aegean continent that does not advise people to do good. This is the first one I have seen, and I hope it will be the last one!"
"I'm here to destroy it!" Mo'er snorted coldly. Just as she was about to take action, Liu Zhenzhan grabbed her arm.
"If you destroy it, the dome of this temple may collapse." Liu Zhencheng pointed to the top of the statue of Mani, which is very close to the support beams of the dome.
"Then I will destroy these bloody poems!" Mo'er said bitterly.
"Don't mention it!" Liu Zhenzhen laughed loudly: "Others write, can't you? Look at me, I'll write a poem too, and let's join in the fun together for Goddess Mani!"
A lot of eyes stared at this unlearned Divine Comedy Shaman with strange eyes. They were all a little confused. This rough man can also write poetry?
In full view of everyone, Liu Zhenshao took a goose quill from the communications soldier, smashed the carbon ink bottle on the table, dipped the goose feather in enough ink, took a small step, and jumped onto the motorcycle lightly.
The altar of the Goddess Ni was brushed across the lion's chest with a single swipe, and the snow-white jade stone was immediately soaked with flying ink marks.
What beautiful writing!
All the Behemoths present opened their mouths wide, like a fish about to suffocate to death. The eight characters "Hymn to the Goddess Mani" written by the Divine Comedy Shaman Richard Mian were like white clouds emerging from Xiu Xiu and running water falling to the beach. It was really
He is so handsome!
How could such a beautiful text be written by such a bandit who is making trouble all over the world? Many Behemoths are thinking hard about this problem and are puzzled.
If the free and unrestrained words of the Divine Comedy Shaman won the applause of the whole house, then the following verses were like a sledgehammer, beating the hearts of all Behemoths from the chest to the appendix.
The poem "Hymn to the Goddess Mani" written by the Divine Comedy Shaman is as follows:
Cut off my penis and give it to you~
The hanging hair on it can be used to make a pen~
At least it smells fishy~
Far clearer than your miracle~
Cut off your pussy and give it to me~
Because there are traces of menstruation inside~
These are the tears that flood once a month in the womb~
Let me understand that you still have a trace of sympathy~
"God of War!" Prince Kahn swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his whole body was cold, and he no longer knew what adjectives he should find to describe his mood at this moment.
"Very angry words!" O'Neill grinned with a huge mouth that reached to his ears, and after a while he murmured: "If I could write a few years ago, I would have been able to trick a few literary young women into going to bed."
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Haha, I copied this obscene poem randomly, and the previous poem "Waiting for Love" was copied from a young poet. I forgot who it was.
I know that many decent readers may not be used to it, but I think that criticizing the evil in human nature, especially the evil that is covered up with beauty and glitz, still has to be fought back in the most naked way, because only in this way can hatred be relieved.
Who once said that I am the first rogue writer in Qidian? Obisrachi! I actually have a purer heart than a decent writer!
This piece of mind is only for those who know the goods.