Chapter 148: The ladder across the wall was demolished
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"I'm very satisfied with this explanation." Prince Moore nodded.
"Your Highness, this suggestion is not very good, is it?" The drow matrons immediately objected: "If we drow don't leave the ground, how can we let you slip your feet first?"
"Then you should hold the degradation ceremony as soon as possible! Then you can go out with us?" Prince Benitez said angrily: "We Moore can't always be dragged down by you, right? Although we have signed the right to watch and help each other,
, but you drow are always so procrastinating in doing things, isn’t it too unreasonable?”
"Of course you have to be careful when choosing candidates for the Fallen Ceremony!" Mistress You Yue'er said in a very aggressive tone: "It seems that Drow don't need Moore to teach us how to do things, right?"
Prince Moore stood up. The two sides were relatively harmonious at first. After two or three words, the originally harmonious atmosphere became full of gunpowder. There was a quarrel between Moore and Drow. Several blood elf warriors started to fight.
The calyx sword was revealed, and several drow warriors drew their scimitars not to be outdone.
"Stop arguing!" Liu Zhanchen kicked the coffee table in front of him and roared angrily: "The degeneration ceremony will be carried out first. If you don't agree, let's take some of your elves back to the surface first. You yourself are worried about your fellow humans!
Then what do you want to do? If it doesn’t work out, just forget it, just pretend that I didn’t say anything and just stay underground and live your life! I will take all the Typhon giants and minotaurs out of the way and make way for you uncles!”
Several drow matrons and Prince Moore were quarreling with their faces red and thick-necked. When they saw Liu Zhenhan turned around and showed a hot look, they gradually stopped saying anything. Liu Zhenhan gave the Swan Priest a fierce look, this guy
A few words turned the originally stable situation here into chaos.
"After all, you haven't figured out one thing yet." Liu Zhenzhen stared at the large group of fallen elves: "For you, returning to the underground is a great and unattainable dream, but for me, this
It’s just a simple effort! The turtle people of the model tribe can live for ten thousand years, but you elves can only live for two thousand years. For the turtle people of the model tribe, living for two thousand years is as normal as sleeping. Everyone envy the turtle people, but
What does this mean? This is the innate advantage! This is the favoritism of the gods! To me, using magic to teleport you back to the surface is as normal as the Turtle Man's life span of 10,000 years. Maybe it can no longer be normal!
This, in the eyes of other races, seems so amazing!"
"It's such a simple truth, but you guys can't figure it out!" Prince Moore said proudly.
Seeing that the eight Drow matrons also nodded, Liu Zhancheng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and when his heart returned to his stomach, Mourinho spoke again.
"The underground is such a rich world! Mistresses and princes, there are not so many open-pit metal deposits in the surface world of the Aegean continent! I, Mourinho, the twelfth chief priest of the Behemoth Kingdom and the hereditary leader of the Swan Tribe,
On behalf of the Kingdom, the destination that kindly invites Drow Dark Elves and Moorish Blood Elves to the surface is the south bank of the Sanggan River in the Danube Wasteland! The fertile Danube Wasteland has the freshest air and blue sky, Taimurraya.
The beautiful coniferous pine forest at the foot of the snow-capped mountains can provide the two elven races with the best land to build a city." Mr. Mourinho did not open his mouth, but once he opened his mouth, Liu's plan was completely disrupted.
"Barbaric ancient wilderness?" Whether it was Drow or Moore, their impression of the Danube wilderness was still more than 10,000 years ago. Hearing what the Swan Priest said, everyone frowned.
"Dear Priest Swan, you seem to be far less considerate than Lord Richard. Lord Richard helped us choose Mount Azeroth in the Karimdor Plains, which seems to be more comprehensive than the Great Danube Wasteland.
It is more suitable for us elves to live because it seems to be richer and more beautiful there." Mistress You Yue'er chuckled.
"The plains of Karimdor are now surrounded by powerful human kingdoms. If this decision is really made, it would be too abrupt and imprudent for the mistresses and princes who have not had time to understand the pattern of the surface world." Murry
Neo obviously knew what to say at this time: "Mistresses and princes, do you know where humankind's technological level has developed now?"
"Humans... haha... I know that they are actually the Monkey people of your Behemoth clan. I have heard a little bit about it. According to Behemoth who came to the underground, when the Munk clan and the Behemoth Kingdom went to war, it seemed that you were killed.
Behemoth was beaten very badly." Mistress Youyue'er looked at Liu Zhensha and then at the chief priest Swan, with a look of teasing on her face.
"The advantages of human beings are as outstanding as their shortcomings. They are tough, creative and enterprising. This is a race rich in heroes. Human beings use their strong fertility to ensure the prosperity of their own race, and also ensure that heroes emerge in large numbers in every period.
, among the four major Behemoth clans back then, the beast clan Mang Ke was not physically strong, nor was he very proud of his wisdom. However, with their overall strength, they now dominate the entire continent. If there is no
I believe all the mistresses and princes cannot convince themselves of their excellence, right?" Mourinho sneered: "Do you know how high the shooting coverage radius of human crossbows and slings is now? Do you know their armor?
How powerful are the cavalry? Do you know how many branches their magicians have spawned now?"
"You have no idea." Priest Swan attacked these arrogant elves mercilessly. The expressions of each fallen elves changed from casual to solemn. Old Liu's hand tightly grasped the chair.
"I have seen Lord Richard's archers snipe our Moor's mages from a safe distance." Prince Benitez said seriously: "The distance at that time was two thousand yards, and the gray dwarf warriors' shields were too short to impart magic.
The teacher is fully protected.”
The drow matrons immediately let out a collective gasp.
"My archer is an exception. The range of a normal human crossbow cannot reach that far, and it is impossible for human crossbows to use magic-breaking arrows with annihilation armor. Don't be intimidated by the words of the officiant.
." Liu Zhenhan still gave up the idea of smashing the chair over, and said calmly: "The production of the Demon-Breaking Arrow is extremely difficult, and no matter who it is, it is impossible to produce it."
"Multiple arms cover is not a big problem for us. As long as we fight one or two adaptive battles, or obtain some information on human battles, I am confident that we can adapt quickly." Prince Moore rubbed his chin and pulled
He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "We blood elves have a large number of dwarf blacksmiths under our command, plus the skilled craftsmen among our fallen elves. As long as you give them time and material, it is not difficult to imitate new weapons."
"If the home you choose to come to the surface of the earth is the Great Danube Wasteland, then you will have enough time and energy to study all of this." Mourinho, the chief priest, shook his long platinum hair coolly: "The Great Wasteland of the Danube
There is only one entrance and exit between the wasteland and the powerful human world, which is guarded by our Behemoth main army, the Wolf Wolf Clan. The south bank of the vast Sanggan River is basically a no-man's land. There is only one of my vassals.
My students and your good friend Richard occupy a fief there. Although there are a little more bandits in the entire Danube Wasteland, I think both Moore and Drow will choose between being surrounded by powerful human kingdoms or small bandits.
Make a perfect choice?"
"Sir! You did this without going through the Presbyterian Temple and His Majesty Guoyi. Isn't it too inappropriate? Even the king does not have the right to divide the country privately." Liu Zhenzhen's pupils shrank and he looked at the Swan Priest and asked in a deep voice.
road.
"Dear Richard, although the Danube Wasteland is our territory in Behemoth, you should not forget one thing. For more than a thousand years, south of the Sanggan River, because of the numerous bandits, except for you,
No nobles have been ennobled in other kingdoms. This is a terra incognita! Humans have always imposed metal sanctions and economic restrictions on us Behemoth. As you know, the weapons of the Boer soldiers in the entire kingdom are still wooden totem poles.
, only the captain level is equipped with full-body armor. If you look further back, at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, most of the weapons of our Behemoth Guardsmen's "Whip of the God of War" were made from bronze remnants excavated at the site of the War between Gods and Demons.
Weapons!" Mr. Mourinho looked at Liu Zhenshao seriously: "Weapons are the foundation of warriors, and warriors are the foundation of the country! As long as the two elves reach a strategic cooperation agreement with our Behemoth Kingdom, we can use the huge metal deposits underground
Provide us with a large amount of weapons and equipment from the Behemoth Kingdom, carve out a piece of land at the foot of the Taimurraya Snow Mountain, which has no military significance, and build a huge city for the two elves on the mountain, so why not!"
"How can we allow others to sleep soundly next to the bed? What if your king does not agree and starts a war with us?" A drow matron asked calmly.
"You are right. According to Beamon's values, it is very likely that this hypothesis will bring about a war. But dear drow matrons and their royal highnesses, you should also remember the fact that after all, I won
The hereditary patriarch of the bird tribe Behemoth. From a political perspective, the current King Beemon is just the patriarch of the beast tribe Behemoth. I still have some privileges in some political matters. If the blood elves and the dark
If the elves can agree, you can declare to the outside world that you are a vassal clan loyal to me..." As soon as the words of the Swan Priest came out, Prince Moore's expression immediately changed. Mr. Mourinho waved his hand and did not propose it to Prince Benitez.
Opportunity to protest: "...I'm sorry, what I criticized is only the official statement declared to the outside world. This just gives each of us a chance to step down, so that the kingdom will look good, and you will also have nothing to lose. As for
I will always be your trustworthy friend."
"That is indeed the case. There is actually no harm to us in doing so." The eight drow matrons thought very openly: "Compared with the great event of returning to the surface, we care more about
What result is obtained, rather than some boring whitewashing of word games, admitting our allegiance to you does not hurt us in the slightest. The only objects of our drow loyalty are Rose Spider Queen and Scorpion God Nest Farmer."
Prince Moore licked his lips, rubbed his temples with his fingers, and shook his thighs, as if he was thinking about something.
"False fame is tiring. Dear Prince, I have put myself in your shoes, and you should understand my painstaking efforts." Mourinho looked at His Royal Highness and said. Although Prince Moore could not understand the Swan officiant, at this time he
He had to nod his head.
"My current fiefdom is the entire Southwest Province, located on the edge of the Sunset Swamp. I will make an application to the kingdom in the future to divide the south of the Sanggan River into an independent province. It will be guarded by our Simai tribe."
Mr. Mourinho looked at Liu Zhensha with a smile, turned to the fallen elves and said, "The main imaginary enemy of the Behemoth Kingdom in the Southwest Province is the small Druid Kingdom in the Sunset Swamp. The Druids are also affiliated with the elves.
First line, if the blood elves and dark elves return to the surface and can conquer this small Druid kingdom in the shortest possible time, I can send my family’s army to join you in the conquest.”
"We fallen elves and these surface elves, whether they are collateral or direct, have a lot of hatred. If we are allowed to return to the surface, the first ones to settle accounts will be these surface elves. You don't need to teach us this truth.
If you can conquer them, then conquer them. If you can't conquer them, it doesn't matter. Destroy them all." The drow matrons sneered.
"Long live the great fallen elves!" Although they have not yet returned to the surface, the drow priests and martial arts masters on the side could no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts and shouted the slogan so loudly that the roof almost flew off.
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"If it is just for destruction, it would be too meaningless. I and the entire Smyi tribe don't mind taking in these slaves. In this case, it seems to mean one thing - the elves are indeed my vassals." Mu Li.
Neo smiled and said: "With our Smyi army and you fallen elves joining forces, this matter will surely be more effective with twice the result."
"Your plan seems to be more advantageous to you than us fallen elves. No wonder you are so active." Prince Moore smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter, after all, we fallen elves will sooner or later cause trouble for the surface elves.
Yes, the possibility of conquering them is not high for us. It would be more practical to destroy them all and make them slaves. Of course, if that is the case, I think they should be distributed according to proportion, and
It’s not like I let you take all the advantages by yourself.”
"Dear Prince, you can't afford to be late if you don't have any advantage." Mourinho bowed his head gracefully and responded to the prince's words with an unabashed hearty smile: "There is also a kingdom of forest elves in the Southern Cross Forest.
There are a large number of eagle-oxen warriors patrolling in the air. It should not be difficult for us to discover and deal with them. Whether it is the forest elves of the Southern Cross or the druids of the Sunset Swamp, as long as a large number of air forces appear, they will lose the natural environment to them.
of concealment and protection.”
"In that case, the Danube Wasteland does seem to be more suitable for us fallen elves to settle down." The eight drow masters looked at each other and smiled: "When we return to the surface, our most important thing is to look for the bad luck of these surface elves."
"There is also a group of hill giants living in the Southern Cross Forest. Gray dwarves and giants are related by blood. Giants also like to rely on powerful dwarf tribes. It would be great if they could recruit these hill giants.
Not a bad thing." Mourinho's smile grew wider.
The future plan was so good that all the fallen elves were excited, including several reserved drow matrons who were a little eager to try it out.
"This idea is quite ingenious!" Liu Zhenshao couldn't help but praise: "As long as the Druid is found from the vast Sunset Swamp and broken down, there will be no need to send troops to guard the entire Sunset Swamp in the future. The Southern Cross Forest
The Forest Elf Kingdom and the Hill Giant Tribe in the Sanggan River have also been decomposed, and the Pier Tribe's Wrestling Dragon Legion can also be freed up. If a new province is opened on the south bank of the Sanggan River, then the Fox'mi on the north bank of the Sanggan River will
The Behemoth Legion will also lose its imaginary enemy garrison. The Behemoth Kingdom suddenly freed up three legions, a total of 60,000 regular troops, plus the Wolf Wolf Tribe, the main force of Beemon on the southeastern border, even if the kingdom has no control over the blood elves and dark elves.
We have enough troops to suppress what we are afraid of."
As soon as these words came out, Mourinho's eyebrows immediately jumped in a subtle way, while Liu had a sinister smile on his face.
"The enemies of our fallen elves are only the elves on the surface. If we take it a step further, at most we also include the surface dwarves, the mortal enemies of the gray dwarves. We have no conflict with the Kingdom of Beamon." Prince Benitez of Moore
He patted Liu Zhenzhen's shoulder affectionately: "We are brothers, brothers forever."
If I want to believe you, I am a stick. Liu Zhenzhen laughed and thought to himself.
"If we really want to fight, you six million Behemoths are not all a powerful race like the takin. Although we respect our friends, we are not afraid of war." The words of Mistress Youyue'er are indeed full of the drow spirit.
Cool style.
"Then, dear mistresses and princes, can you make a decision that our little king will sacrifice Richard and dedicate himself to your 'sunlight baptism ceremony'?" Mr. Mourinho began to strike while the iron was hot.
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Mistress You Yue'er exchanged glances with the other seven mistresses, and looked at the Swan Priest with a smile: "Isn't Mr. Mourinho interested in participating in this ceremony again? I remember you volunteered just now."
The eyes of the drow matrons suddenly became lustful.
Mr. Mourinho said nothing, just smiled and shook his head gently - at this time, he said nothing, which was more concise and powerful than any explanation.
Liu Zhancheng knew in his heart that Mourinho had already known that the chosen person to be the watchman of this fallen ritual was Old Liu himself, so the swan priest was completely unscrupulous. The fallen elves wanted to return to the surface of the fiery heart, and Liu Zhancheng grasped it.
Well, Mourinho can also take advantage of it steadily, and what's even more ruthless is that the old swan can also take advantage of Liu's situation, shocking Liu, and messing up the situation that Liu has worked so hard to design.
Lao Liu didn't hate anything else. What he hated most was that from beginning to end, he was supposed to be the best at holding these fallen elves by their noses and leading them around. Unexpectedly, in the end, Old Swan did nothing but took a share of the pie.
If the fallen elves really choose to stay in the coniferous pine forest at the foot of the Taimurraya Snow Mountain, then Liu Zhenzhan will have to accept the fact that he will become neighbors with them in the future. Being neighbors with these fallen elves, Liu Zhenzhen will not feel the same.
Even if he can gain the slightest benefit, it will hinder the development of Fei Lengcui in many things and bury some unstable factors. What's more, what Lao Liu originally planned to do to these fallen elves was a cruel move to draw out the firepower.
The nonsense made by the Swan officiant ruined all of Lao Liu's original efforts.
"Don't be humble, officiant. This is something that will benefit the present and future generations. I really hope that you, sir, can set an example for such a backward person like me." Liu Zhenzhen laughed loudly, thinking that he would force you, an old swan, into the water.
No, he hates the officiant so much that his teeth hurt. How could he get away so easily?
"Richard, I have to admit the old saying that 'ice comes from water and cold comes from water'. You are definitely the best candidate for the watchman of the Fallen Ceremony. Don't forget, you are the pride of our six million Behemoths.
The spiritual idol of young priests and warriors." The Swan Priest shook his head lightly and found a reason that was too good to be good and too cunning to be cunning: "If you decide to choose the Danube Wasteland as your foothold on the surface,
I must now go back to the surface for you and arrange various matters. Please forgive me for further delay as I really do not have much time."
"After careful consideration, we feel that the Danube Wasteland is more appropriate. As the officiant said, it has been ten thousand years since we left the surface. The current surface is a completely unfamiliar world to us. I should give myself a cold look.
The time of the world." Prince Moore and the matrons exchanged opinions with each other and came to an accurate conclusion: "As for the Falling Ceremony... Youdao means that everything is planned by people and accomplished by God. No matter what the result is, as long as we
If you keep trying, you will always be able to succeed. We have the Jungle Watcher, and Mr. Richard possesses a famous weapon. It should be God taking pity on us, the fallen elves who have fallen underground and been mercilessly imprisoned for more than 10,000 years!
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"Then it's settled. I will return to the surface later and pave all the roads for you to welcome you. The coniferous pine forest at the foot of the snow-capped mountains will be your most beautiful home on the surface. I guarantee that you will fall in love with it.
This new home." Mourinho chuckled, turning the golden flute flexibly with his fingers: "As for those drow who believe in the God of War...Mother Youyue'er...do you think..."
"As long as there are no more than twenty people, you can bring them." Mistress Youyue'er said magnanimously. She was obviously trying to build a relationship with each other. Using a few dark elves as gifts is not too much.