When the dragon power of the ninth-level arcana enveloped the Cold Wind City, the eyes of the absolute superiors were fixed on the earth, and all the creatures in the city were suppressed. There was no sadness, no joy, no shock, no fear, only the brains were blank, like fireflies.
The scorching sun made me feel confused.
Except for those who watched directly at close range, the whole city, from the chief wizard to the common people, could only feel their hearts palpitating for a few seconds, as if time had stopped. After a few seconds, everything was normal. At most, there was a rumble from the west of the city, and the fortress of the Supervisory Office was destroyed.
It collapsed.
The wizards can sense the violent fluctuations of the magic net, and the arcane spells being cast and operated are instantly out of control. They are instinctively frightened, but the magic net quickly calms down. It is like a stone dropped on the surface of the water. The splash is huge, but it disappears in the blink of an eye.
Only a few ripples remain.
The rebel forces led by Old Arad were busy besieging the city lord's palace of the Long Legs family, and the incident in a few seconds failed to attract much attention. At most, they sent people to check a few hours after the incident, and the reward they got was...
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The fortress of the Supervisory Office was in ruins, and the Abyss Priest El was missing. Victor Hugo completely ignored the warnings from the Arad family and forcibly led a team to control the west of the city, but there was no follow-up action.
"Did the gang of evildoers in the Supervisory Office die so quickly?" At the barricade outside the city lord's palace, Old Arad glanced towards the west of the city for a few times, paying only this attention to Zhou Qingfeng. He occupied a house outside the palace, where the rebellious nobles and wizards
Regiment personnel receive command here.
They say they are accepting orders, but in reality they are just quarreling. The arrogant noble knights, the aloof chief wizard, the slippery wealthy businessmen, a group of people are no different from the cheap uncles and aunts in the vegetable market, and they are quarreling red-faced for some benefits.
During the tight siege, the Long Legs family also sent representatives. The former Wizards Elder Bank and the Captain of the City Guards, Exon, both cursed the rebellion at the table for being shameless. They also tried to drive a wedge between the rebels and proposed that Long Legs
family requirements.
After arguing for a day and a night, no result was achieved, so the two sides fought a few more times. When they could no longer reach an agreement, they sat down at the negotiation table and continued to argue.
The difficulty for the Long Legs family is that they have a small number of people. After the rebellion, the direct descendants who were placed outside the city either did not receive the information, or simply did not come after receiving the information. Once the main body of the family lost power, there was also internal division.
Old Arad's side was itself divided, and even had conflicts. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't acted as a glue to bring them together, although this rebellion would still have happened, there would be more "weeds on the wall" and it would soon be overthrown.
Suppress it.
After struggling for three days, Zhou Qingfeng began to organize the excavation of secret rooms under the ruins of the Supervisory Office, and reunited the people who had been dismissed. The two sides inside and outside the city lord's palace were unable to fight, but the dispute had not yet come to a result.
Every day, the two sides just go to work on time and gather in a house outside the city lord's palace at nine o'clock in the morning. They constantly attack personally, draw divisions, insult and ridicule, and every three sentences they will have an indescribable relationship with a woman from the other's family that is beyond friendship.
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After scolding until about eleven o'clock, everyone will call a truce depending on physical strength, and agree to have another 'non-violent language arts seminar' in the afternoon, racking their brains to prove that the other party is disgusting, vile, despicable and shameless, and that living in the world is a waste of food, so it is better to commit suicide.
Apologize.
Zhou Qingfeng was supervising the work at the ruins of the Supervision Office. He waited for several days for the outcome of the quarrel between the two gangs of cowards who were afraid of death. He had to come to the venue in person and stand at the door glaring at the two sides who were talking nonsense.
As soon as the Lord showed up, the quarrelsome venue fell silent instantly.
"Keep arguing, keep arguing." Zhou Qingfeng glared, "What you can't get on the battlefield, do you expect to get it at the negotiation table? You have been arguing for several days, why don't you drown your opponent with spit?"
The negotiation venue was in a mess. Paper scraps, broken bottles, broken tables and chairs, the chandeliers on the roof were crooked, and a few candles barely hung on the candlesticks, swaying when the wind blew.
When Zhou Qingfeng arrived, everyone in the venue was stunned for a few seconds. Then everyone pointed at him and yelled: "Boy, aren't you the one who caused this?"
That's right, if Uncle Zhou hadn't caused trouble, the situation in Hanfeng City wouldn't be so bad. He was like an accelerant, turning a small flame into a raging flame.
Come on..., Zhou Qingfeng sneered and glanced between old Arad and old Bank, "If you still want to quarrel, just keep quarreling. I won't accompany you."
"Wait a minute." Old Arad and Old Bank shouted at the same time. They both understood that the matter had developed to this point, and it was most important to find a suitable solution as soon as possible.
The longer this drags on, the more inevitable the split within the Long Legs family will become, and the rebel forces may fall apart at any time. This culprit must be brought into the negotiations, even if this kid is like a glass of poisonous wine, you have to pinch your nose and drink it at this moment
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"Sir Hugo, why don't you come up with a negotiation plan." Old Arad thought that Zhou Qingfeng was on his side after all, and as long as his offer was not too outrageous, he would accept it.
Old Bank hated Zhou Qingfeng with all his heart, but as long as the latter could come up with a 'reasonable' plan, he would consider it. After all, the Long-Legged Family couldn't afford to hold him back.
Zhou Qingfeng sneered again, "The Long-Legs Family will hand over half of its territory to the winner. The winner will allow the Long-Legs Family to take away the private property in the city lord's palace. Isn't that great? Anyway, I only need Fabbro's territory.
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This plan is simple, but Old Arad and Old Bank shouted at the same time: "This is impossible."
Asking the Long-Legs family to hand over half of their territory is not as good as letting Phils Long-Legs die immediately. And asking the Long-Legs family to take away all the property of the city lord's mansion, isn't the 'rebel' effort in vain?
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, turned around and left.
The two groups of cowards will continue to quarrel, but the final plan will definitely be similar to what he proposed. He does not want to and cannot continue to intervene in the internal disputes in Cold Wind City, and grabbing Fabbro's territory is already a huge gain.
The abyss priest El died, and the mystery of the Imaskan civilization is still unsolved. The goddess of the night, Shar, arrived, drove the evil insect Kaivos back to the abyss, and conveniently promoted Zhou Qingfeng to level five.
For adventurers, every fifth level is a hurdle. After reaching the fifth level, Zhou Qingfeng's soul turns red, and he is truly considered the number one figure. Before that, even if he wanted to sell his soul, it wouldn't be worth much money.
Compared to the passionate Angelis, Shar, who represented the night and shadows, was obviously much colder. The goddess came and left without even having time to chat. Zhou Qingfeng knew that he had not done all his work in pleasing her.
On the virtual screen of mission information, 'Trial of the Goddess - The Secret of Cold Wind City' disappeared and was replaced by 'Trial of the Goddess - Showdown between Shadow and Frost'.
Just reading this title makes Zhou Qingfeng's head feel as big as a bucket.
‘Shadow’, needless to say, refers to Shar, the goddess of the night.
What about ‘Frost’? It should be the goddess of ice Oluel, a weak divine power who is fickle and vain, with a heart as cold as ice. She likes to freeze mortals to death in the ice and snow with the illusion of warmth and comfort.
The northern land is bitterly cold, and this is the base camp of the Frost Goddess. Oulul has many believers in Cold Wind City and is the largest force in the area. If Zhou Qingfeng is to stir up trouble here and cause trouble for the Frost Goddess, he is simply tired of living.
But it’s impossible not to accept this task.
The Long-Legs family is the patron of the Frost Goddess, and the city lord's palace in Cold Wind City is the church of the Frost Goddess. The Long-Legs family will never let Zhou Qingfeng go in order to retaliate afterwards.
Leaving the negotiation venue outside the city lord's palace, Zhou Qingfeng tightened his tight leather jacket.
It was winter in the North, and the cold wind was screaming endlessly, like the surging hatred of frost, like a knife across the face. He exhaled into mist, looking up at the sun in the sky.