Chapter 148: The ladder across the wall was demolished
"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 Youyue'er also 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 turned into a strong smell 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 arguing and their faces turned 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 and said,
This guy turned the originally stable situation here into chaos with just a few words.
"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 is just a piece of cake! The turtles of the model tribe can live for ten thousand years, but you elves only have a lifespan of two thousand years. For the turtles of the model tribe, living for two thousand years is as normal as sleeping. Everyone is envious of the model tribe.
Turtle Man, what does this mean? This is an innate advantage! This is the favoritism of the gods! To me, using a magic teleportation array to bring you back to the surface is as normal as the Turtle Man's lifespan of 10,000 years.
How normal! Perhaps 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 Zhencheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Before his heart could return 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! Thousands of miles of fertile Danube Wasteland has the freshest air and blue sky. Taimur
The beautiful coniferous pine forest at the foot of the Raya Snow Mountain can provide the two elven races with the best land to build a city." Mr. Mourinho did not speak, and once he did, he completely disrupted Liu's plan.
"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 Swan Priest, your thoughts seem to be far less thoughtful than this 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 current pattern of the surface world." Mu.
Rinho obviously knew what to say at this time: "Mistresses and princes, do you know where the level of human science and technology 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 what Behemoth said when you came to the underground, when the Munk clan and the Behemoth Kingdom went to war,
It seems that I have beaten you Behemoth very badly." Mistress You Yue'er looked at Liu Zhensha and then at the Swan Priest, with a teasing look 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 tribes of Beamon back then, the beast tribe Mangke was not physically strong, and in terms of wisdom, they may not be very proud of their wisdom. However, with their overall strength, they now dominate the entire continent. If there is no such thing as
I believe all the mistresses and princes cannot convince themselves of this, right?" Mourinho sneered: "Do you know how high the shooting coverage radius of human crossbows and catapults is now? Do you know their armored cavalry?
How powerful is it? 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 of the fallen elves gradually 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 armor-breaking magic arrows. 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. No matter who it is, it is impossible to mass-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: "We blood elves have a large number of dwarf blacksmiths under our command, and together with the skilled craftsmen among our fallen elves, as long as we give them time and materials, 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, 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 Danube
There is only one entrance and exit between the wasteland and the powerful human world, which is guarded by our main army of Behemoth, the Wolf Wolf Clan. The south bank of the vast Sanggan River is basically a no-owner’s land, with only one of my vassal tribes.
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 the powerful human kingdom surrounded by small bandits.
, make a perfect decision, right?”
"Sir! You did this without going through the Presbytery, the Temple and His Majesty the King. 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 the territory of our Behemoth, you should not forget one thing. For more than a thousand years, south of the Sanggan River, because of the countless bandits, except for you,
The kingdom has not ennobled a single nobleman, and 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 those at the level of captain are equipped with full-body armor. If we 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 weapons excavated from the remains of the remaining bronze soldiers excavated at the site of the God-Demon War!
"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, they will be provided with huge metal deposits underground.
Our Behemoth Kingdom has a large amount of weapons and equipment, so why not carve out a piece of land at the foot of Taimurraya Snow Mountain, which has no military significance, and build a huge city for the two elves on the mountain?"
"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 certain political ways. 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, and Mr. Mourinho waved his hand, not to Bennett.
Prince Si gave an opportunity to protest: "...Sorry, what I am referring to is only the official statement declared to the outside world. This just gives us a chance to step down, so that the kingdom will look good, and so will you."
There is no loss. As for me, 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. In the days to come, I will petition the kingdom to divide the south of the Sanggan River into an independent province, which 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.
, Conquer them if you can, it doesn’t matter if you can’t conquer them, 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 their excitement and shouted slogans so loudly that they almost lifted the roof.
Flying.
"If it is purely for destruction, it would be too meaningless. I and the entire Smai tribe don't mind accepting these slaves. This seems to explain one thing---------------
-----The elves are indeed my vassals." Mourinho smiled and said: "With our Smail army joining forces with you fallen elves, this matter will surely be more effective with half the effort."
"Your plan seems to be more advantageous to you than us fallen elves. No wonder you are so active." Prince Moore smiled faintly: "But it doesn't matter. After all, we fallen elves will sooner or later find trouble with 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 we should distribute them in proportion.
I’m not letting you alone take advantage of it.”
"Dear Prince, you can't wait until you have nothing to gain." 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-Niu 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.
Their hiding and protection.”
"In that case, the Danube Wasteland does seem to be more suitable for us fallen elves to settle down." The eight drow matrons 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 Zhanchen 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. The Southern Cross
The Forest Elf Kingdom and the Hill Giant Tribe in the forest have also been disintegrated, and the "Dragon Wrestling Legion" of the Bier tribe can also be freed up. If a new province is opened on the south bank of the Sanggan River, then the Fox "on the north bank of the Sanggan River"
The "MiG 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 are afraid, and we have enough troops to suppress it."
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 surface elves. If we take it a step further, the surface dwarves, the mortal enemies of the gray dwarves, will be included at most. 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 didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head gently. At this time, he didn't say anything, which was more straightforward than any explanation.
powerful.
Liu Zhancheng knew in his heart that Mourinho had already known that the person selected as the watchman of this fallen ritual was Old Liu himself, so the Swan Priest was unscrupulous. The fallen elves wanted to return to the fiery heart of the surface. Liu Zhencheng could
Grasp it, Mourinho can also take advantage of it steadily, and the most ruthless thing is that the old swan can also take advantage of it and scheme against Liu, 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.
If he could gain even the slightest benefit, it would hinder the development of Fei Lengcui in many things and bury some unstable factors. What's more, what Lao Liu originally planned to leave 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.
"Master officiant, please don't be modest. This is something that will benefit the present generation and benefit the future. I hope you can set an example for me, a backward person like me." Liu Zhenzhen laughed, thinking that he must force you, an old swan.
He couldn't get into the water. He hated the officiant so much that his teeth ached. How could he get away so easily?
"Richard, I have to admit the old saying that "ice originates 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 stay on the surface of the earth, choose the Danube Wilderness.
, I have to go back to the surface for you now and arrange various matters. Please forgive me for further delay as I really don’t 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 of the earth. The current surface of the earth is a completely unfamiliar world to us. We should give ourselves a cold look.
The time of the world." Prince Moore and the mistresses exchanged opinions with each other and came to an accurate conclusion: "As for the depravity ritual... Youdao means that people plan things and achieve things in heaven, no matter what the result is,
As long as we keep trying, we will always be able to succeed. We have the Jungle Watcher, and Mr. Richard possesses a famous weapon. It should be that God is merciful to us for falling underground and being mercilessly imprisoned for more than 10,000 years.
Elf!"
"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 so...
..."
"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.