The Swan Priest Mourinho, who was invited to the Mistress's mansion to discuss important matters, after listening to Mistress You Yue'er's request, actually agreed to Mistress Mosobrada's request without hesitation.
"I am very happy to be able to dedicate my modest efforts to your respected mistresses. I accept your invitation." Mr. Mourinho nodded in agreement with Mistress Youyue'er's request with the most solemn expression.
The Swan Priest didn't seem to care much about participating in the Falling Ceremony and becoming a candidate for the Watcher. This indifferent expression obviously did not mean that he knew nothing about the Falling Ceremony; his face always had that frozen look on his face.
There was no trace of embarrassment in his polite and firm eyes. No matter how sharp his eyes were, he could not clearly see his deep heart like an ancient well.
No matter who is facing Mourinho as the officiant, there will always be an unfathomable feeling in his heart. This feeling will make people who are thinking about him in their hearts re-examine their own problems.
A few ounces of ingredients.
Mistress You Yue'er originally planned to use those dark elves who had converted to shamanism to threaten the Priest Behemoth, but Priest Swan's cheerfulness made this insidious little plan no longer despicable.
It was the Swan Priest who went against the grain and agreed too simply and readily, which made these suspicious dark elves a little unsure. Before Mr. Mourinho arrived at the mistress to admit his mistake, all the fallen elves had already studied the data.
Such a possible situation happened, but I didn't expect that the Swan Priest would agree to it without hesitation.
Even though they extremely coveted the beauty of this handsome man from the Smai tribe, the eight mature and prudent drow matrons were not easily fooled into thinking wrongly. Suspicions arose. For a race like the dark elves, which advocates despicableness.
When they realize that things are out of their control, they will naturally think of the worst.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Mistress Youyue'er took the lead in attacking, asking questions one after another at Mr. Mourinho who was still standing still: "Please forgive my suspicion, I really don't think you are such an easy talker.
Behemoth, you already know the dangers of the fallen ritual. So why do you dare to agree? What are your intentions? As a fire phoenix priest, you also have a powerful magician and a high-level
As a follower, samurai, if you choose to leave, there is no way we can stop you. What makes you willing to risk your life to help us?"
"Don't forget. There are still a group of drow who believe in the shamanic teachings you preached. They are still in the city of Mozobrada. They can't escape to the temple for sacrifices. You may be able to escape in the blink of an eye, but these people who believe in shamanism
The righteous drows cannot escape." A matron took over the words of matron Youyue'er and deliberately added: "Respected Priest Desmai, if you are being petty, don't force us to send those who are because of
The drow who suddenly believed in the God of War Campus due to your relationship will all be thrown into the basin!"
The scorpion basin means a beast pit in the ancient elven language. This kind of beast pit specifically refers to the feeding pen of the scorpion drow. High-level scorpion drow knights all have nest farmer giant scorpions as mounts. These nest farmer giant scorpions are usually cool.
If you love fresh meat, if you put spices on a living person and throw it into a basin, a fool will know the consequences of doing so.
How could a semi-illiterate like Liu Zhencheng know what a grass basin was, but the Swan Priest did. Hearing this, Mourinho smiled brightly like a spring breeze, and naturally stopped there without saying a word more.
The calm and confident expression has told all the fallen elves what it means to be confident.
The expression of the Swan Priest made the drow matrons even more at a loss. The mistress's mansion suddenly became lively like a temple fair. It was a dream for the drow matrons to believe in the sincerity of the priest for no reason. This kind of
A Behemoth shaman of the same level can use mental commands to summon his magic pet in one go. He is faster than a thunderbolt. He can walk or fight and do whatever he wants. Does the drow really have to put a big blade on his neck from time to time?
Can't make it?
The more Liu Zhencheng watched this scene, the more ridiculous he found it. A bunch of fallen elves looked around like black-eyed chickens, but they didn't know how to reply to this generous swan sacrifice. Mr. Mourinho stepped on
Entering the city lord's mansion, he only said one word from beginning to end, and he defeated an army of fallen elves.
"Do you agree or not?" Prince Benitez of Moor was a little impatient and kept asking these drow matrons: "You are talking!"
"We..." Mistress Youyue'er hesitated, while several other mistresses were still arguing fiercely.
Old Liu supported his chin with his mithril arm and stared at the drow protagonists in trance. He felt that these matrons were quarreling. Although they were using obscure elvish language, they were really pleasant to the ears, like a group of drows.
The little lark is singing.
"You can imprison all the drows who have had an affair with this Smail. If the priest Mourinho acts rashly during the degradation ceremony, kill all the drows who have anything to do with him!" Bei
Prince Nitus yelled: "Isn't this all settled!"
Liu's shocked chin slipped from his arm and almost hit the ground. The word "affair" used by Prince Benitez when describing the relationship between the Swan Priest and the drow made him think a lot.
"Your Highness Moore, your proposal does not seem to be a plan to entertain friends from afar, right?" Mourinho said with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, leaning towards Prince Benitez, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "As a nobleman
, I will refuse your blackmailing coercion, and for this, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life."
"Your strength really impresses us. Please forgive me for making such a bad move." Prince Benitez laughed loudly: "It is not easy for you to sacrifice your life."
"Your Highness Benitez, after all our drow matrons launch the depravity ritual, their elemental power will be greatly reduced. What if the swan priest suddenly attacks and ignores the safety of those drows, wouldn't it be wrong?
Do you want us, the matrons, to take risks?" After a short discussion, Matron Youyue'er finally seemed to have a concrete decision-making method: "All of us matrons have decided. If Mr. Mourinho will
Leave your Medusa emblem to us for sealing, and all our drow matrons promise that after the Falling Ceremony is safely carried out, the Medusa emblem will be presented to the officiating master intact."
"This is impossible." Liu Zhenshao, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but sneered when he heard this ridiculous suggestion: "You ask the priest to hand over his badge." This kind of suggestion is easy to say. "
For Beamon, who values honor more than life, the suggestion put forward by Mistress Youyue'er is indeed a bit unreliable. It is actually no different from forcing the chief priest to retreat in spite of difficulties.
"You finally said something for me, dear Richard." Mr. Mourinho looked at Liu Zhenzhen and smiled freely.
"We are all Behemoth. Of course my heart goes to you, sir." Old Liu was a little embarrassed when the chief priest of the Swan said this.
What good intentions can he have?
"If Mr. Mourinho cannot bear the requirement of handing over the Medusa Demonic Pet Badge, then we Drow would rather give up your right to be a candidate for the Watcher and choose a new candidate." It was originally the matriarch of Youyue'er.
The most active advocate of pushing Mourinho into a ritual of degradation, now she has become the most active opponent.
Prince Benitez leaned over and whispered some gossip into Liu Zhancheng's ear. The population of the dark elves was only 50,000, while the population of the blood elves was as high as 100,000, and the vassal warriors of the blood elves had powerful
Gray dwarves, so the dark elves always suffered a disadvantage in the early duels with the blood elves. These dark elves used evil methods to make up for the gap in population and number of warriors. For nearly three thousand years, under the matron of the dark elves,
Under their instruction, they have successfully used dark elves to have sex with Cenarius, an intelligent creature in the underground that looks like an elk but not a deer, half human and half beast, and gave birth to a new offspring - a half-elf, half-stag body.
The Jungle Dryad and the Jungle Guardian, both male and female half-elves, have inherited strange elemental powers from Cenarius. Especially the Jungle Guardian, this male half-elf has a natural ability close to that of a man.
The natural advantage of horses, although overall, the Jungle Guardians and Jungle Dryads do not yet have the numbers to form an army on a large scale, but selecting some strong men to participate in the Falling Ceremony is enough to hold an audition - Dark Elf
There are strict internal regulations. In order to ensure the natural elemental abilities of the Jungle Guardians and Jungle Dryads, it is strictly forbidden for any dark elves to have a relationship with these two half-elves and disrupt the blood lineage.
According to Prince Benitez, it seems that the eight matrons today are very inclined to seek public benefit for their own benefit.
Liu Zhenzhen listened with great interest. He has a special preference for these nasty things. This seems to be a common problem among human beings.
"It's such a pity. I always thought it was my honor to serve the drow. It seems that the God of War did not grant me this honor." Mr. Mourinho nodded politely. Although these words were hypocritical, they arrived.
However, his words seemed to be very real.
"There will be another chance in the future." A matron gave Mourinho an autumn spinach tree with charming eyes, which was full of electricity.
If this look was given to Liu Zhenhan, Old Liu would definitely think that this drow mistress was very charming, but now this look was given to the swan priest, so old Liu immediately thought that this drow mistress was very artificial.
"I would like to make another small request. After I have been here for a while, I have developed a group of drow elves who devoutly dedicate their bodies and minds to the God of War Campas. I want them to return to the surface together. I don't know about Mistress Youyue'er.
Can you agree to this small request of mine?" Mr. Mourinho's next words were really shocking. He has been polite for so long, and if he didn't say anything, he would be generous.
"Is this a small request?" Mistress You Yue'er sneered.
"I am willing to make such a huge sacrifice as a candidate for the 'Sunbaptism Ceremony' watchman in exchange for this small request." Mr. Mourinho smiled and said: "As a nobleman, I have always advocated using fair transactions to seek benefits.
A balance, being arrogant is not the style of our Smai tribe, but there is no need for you to force a Smai priest to hand over your Medusa badge, I can express my sincerity with an oath."
When he said this, the eyes of the Swan Priest flashed with cunning eyes. This kind of look could be synonymous with cunning. The outsider Liu Zhenshaan couldn't help but sighed again. Jiang is old and spicy. If the Swan Priest
If you really sincerely participate in this depraved ritual, why would you use this look to challenge this suspicious race of drow? Although this kind of play-and-play is a small trick, if used skillfully, it can indeed have miraculous effects.
Playing with other people's emotions has always been Liu Zhancheng's specialty. It seems that Mourinho is also good at this, and he plays it more covertly than Liu Zhencheng. Liu just used his Rhine mouth to strengthen the dependence of these dark elves on him. Mourinho
Neo used the opponent's suspicious personality to easily resolve the unfavorable situation.
"In this world, there are two kinds of people who never believe in oaths. One is the sea tribe, and the other is us drow elves." As expected, the drow matrons shook their heads firmly and refused again, as expected by Old Liu.
After hearing the introduction of the chief priest of the Swan: "A ceremony as important as sunlight baptism cannot be based on an illusory oath to make us relax."
Liu Zhenshao had just been guessing that such a scene would happen, but what was a little different from his imagination was that Mourinho did not use force. Instead, he asked to be a watchman alternative twice in a row. On the contrary, he was bitterly asked.
The dark elf who was looking for the Watcher refused; if Liu Zhenshao encountered this situation, there was only one way to refuse - the flash of swords and the bloody storm. Old Liu had to admit that in terms of his ability to handle the situation and his adaptability and resourcefulness,
, Mr. Mourinho is really far better than himself.
"I would like to ask, is the candidate for the next watchman decided by all the matrons the pride of our Behemoth, the little priest Richard of the King of Heaven?" Mr. Mourinho shrugged regretfully and turned his eyes to Liu Zhenshao.
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All eyes were focused on Liu Zhenhan. Old Liu put his arms behind his head, lay comfortably on the back of the chair, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"It's me." Liu admitted it himself. In front of the extremely talented Mourinho, there is no need to talk and lie.
"Although I have to say that all the matrons are very discerning, I still don't quite understand why you are so wary of me, the Phoenix Priest, but not worried about this equally powerful Dragon Priest?" Mu Li
Master Neo asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid that Master Richard will suddenly attack and be detrimental to you? You must know that our little priest Richard, the King of Heaven, is a genius that has not been seen in our Behemoth Kingdom for thousands of years. He is a rare singer and martial artist.
A type of battle priest, tsk tsk... I have to admit... He may be the only Behemoth priest in the entire Behemoth Kingdom who is always on the front line of the battle. He will fight for the rest of his life. You should know his experience by looking at his arms and nose.
What a brutal battle we had.”
A series of gazes spread over Liu Zhenshao, gradually turning into caution and doubt.
"My magic pet is just the fairy dragon." Liu Zhenhan made an innocent expression: "This time I came to Mozobrada, I didn't bring any magic pet with me. Prince Benitez can vouch for me."
"The blood jade finger on Richard's finger also contains four powerful metal demons, each of which weighs 240,000 pounds." Before His Royal Highness could speak, Mr. Mourinho refused to give up and continued to expose Liu.
The shocked Lao Di shook his head with an aggrieved look on his face: "I didn't expect that you were not afraid of such a powerful priest, but you were worried about me. This is putting the cart before the horse, isn't it? Is it possible that I am so violent and unbearable?
Believable?"
"To add, I also have an ancient fire gun." Liu Zhenshao made a self-report and exposed it. He stretched out his hand to open his sacrificial robe and flashed the fire gun in his lining pocket. In comparison, his dark chest hair and strong
Her breasts are even more attractive to the drow matrons.
"What a terrifying Behemoth priest." Mistress You Yue'er said with complicated eyes.
"He is so strong." Such greedy words came from the mouth of a charming drow elf matron, but it felt different.
Mr. Mourinho winked playfully at Liu Shock, and Liu secretly swore in his heart that if this old swan exposes his old background in such a disgusting way again, he will definitely pick up the chair and run towards his head.
"In order to seek a peaceful position for our Boer Minotaurs living underground, what does it matter if I sacrifice myself?" Liu Zhenshao turned his head and said to Vieri: "Some of the following conversations involve high-level insider information and are not suitable.
You understand, you four will go out first, and don’t forget to take Jeanne with you.”
The strong Ursine knight nodded, winked at the masters, and half pulled and half dragged the little nun out of the mistress's mansion.
"Dear drow matrons, if you still have doubts about my sincerity, we can fulfill the conditions I mentioned before. I will first lay the magic teleportation array for you, and first teleport Moore without the punishment of sunlight.
The blood elves have reached the surface." Liu Zhenzhen glanced at the Swan Priest: "I speak with facts."