With a bang, the delicate silver cup fell to the ground. Shiloh was stunned and asked hurriedly: "What? The Central Army Corps started killing people?!"
"Yes, Your Highness, the soldiers of the Central Legion were ruthless during the competition and slaughtered more than a dozen halflings."
"Originally, we Pontos people and desert people have an unforgettable hatred. After this incident, it is estimated that it will trigger a series of incidents."
Connor looked solemn, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Your Highness, as the crowd is furious and the situation is complicated now, the subsequent games are expected to be even more bloody and brutal, and the situation cannot be easily controlled."
"Now the Storm Army has successfully advanced to the top 24, but if it really faces the Desert People, it will definitely become a fierce battle. My subordinates are not confident that they can preserve the strength of the Storm Army in this situation."
The Storm Army ranked last in today's game. With Connor's command and the skills of the system soldiers, the Storm Army won the game easily and successfully advanced to the top 24. However, after learning about the sudden change on the field, the Storm Army ranked last.
After the incident, the master and servant were not happy at all.
Shiloh took a deep breath and nodded silently.
He picked up the silver cup and his brain started working quickly, thinking about what to do.
The current situation is indeed very complicated. After the battle of the Central Army, the Pontos Army that will fight against the desert people will definitely work harder. If they win, they can naturally accept the praise and cheers of the masses, but if they are timid and lose the game
, that is really losing the support of the people.
Shiloh's original plan to rush to the top 12 and save his strength in the battle with the desert people could no longer be implemented.
Is it possible to go to Marshal McMahon now and tell him that he will not participate in the competition?
Thinking of McMahon's violent temper, Shiloh couldn't help but shrink his neck. If he was really obsessed and dared to back down, Marshal McMahon would definitely tie him to the Colosseum and beat him up.
This old man doesn't care about the royal family or not. He has been in charge of Pontos's million-strong army for many years. His allegiance is only to His Majesty Rody and the country of Pontos.
Just from the fact that he dared to throw the envoys of the eldest prince and the second prince out of the room, it can be seen that McMahon did not care about the face of these princes at all.
I am loyal to only one Your Majesty. As for everything else, please stand aside!
Now that things have deteriorated to this point, Shiloh has been completely tied up in this troublesome matter.
Either defeat the desert people head-on, or... fight to the last man.
Shiloh thought for several minutes and finally whispered: "Connor, if you attack with all your strength, are you sure?"
Connor said: "If the opponent is just a beast soul warrior and a halfling ostrich knight, based on the current strength of the Storm Army and your highness's secret method, we should be able to fight a 50-50 fight.
If that earth dragon is present and his subordinates attack with all their strength, the outcome should be between 30 and 70."
"We only have a 30% chance of winning."
Is there only a 30% winning rate...
Shiloh nodded silently and said: "First of all, make sure we can enter the top 12, Connor, starting from the next game, you can take a little more action."
Connor nodded, bowed and stepped back, not to disturb Shiloh's thoughts.
Shiloh walked to the porch, looked in the direction of the palace, and said to himself: "So, how are you going to solve this matter now?"
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Since the bloodshed in the arena, people have heard that Marshal McMahon and Prime Minister Rafael went to the palace and did not return to their respective mansions until early the next morning, quite exhausted.
No one knew what conditions Pontos and the Desert Empire had reached, but the next day, both sides had a tacit understanding, as if they had collective amnesia, and remained silent about the bloodshed that occurred yesterday.
No one took the initiative to mention this matter, and no one discussed it. The silence between the two sides was somewhat unacceptable to the people.
In the palace of Desert Princess Fatima, the second prince was sitting in the room, drinking a glass of fine wine from the desert.
The wine has a transparent and moist color and exudes a light fragrance. The most amazing thing is that even though it has not been processed at low temperature, there is a strong refreshing feeling in the mouth, which makes people feel refreshed.
After a while, the glass of wine was swallowed. The second prince nodded and continued to pour himself a glass, pouring it and drinking it himself, which was very satisfying.
"Your Highness, the Second Prince, the raw materials used in this glass of wine are hand-picked by the beautiful girls in our desert, then processed, placed in the coolest springs in the oasis, and slowly brewed into nectar. The annual output is only
Three bottles, even the nobles can't taste its sweetness..."
"If they see you, Second Prince, drinking like this, they will definitely scream that you are wasting your natural resources."
Princess Fatima is leaning on the big bed, her naked skin embodies amazing elasticity and luster, her eyes are slightly narrowed, like a cat taking a nap, charming and cute.
There was a light gauze curtain between her and the second prince, and they could just see each other through the gauze curtain.
Princess Fatima snorted, as if she was complaining.
"Princess Fatima, you and I both know that the marriage contract is just a contract for us. We need each other and help each other for our own purposes. Since it is just a relationship of interest, why not just make it simple."
The second prince drank the wine in the cup in another sip and said: "I have shown my sincerity in the Royal Capital Competition. I hope that after Your Highness returns to the Desert Empire, you will not forget your promise to me."
Princess Fatima was noncommittal and said: "Second Prince, I am very curious, if His Majesty Rody learns that you have formed an alliance with me a few months ago, what will you think and what action will you take?"
"Is your Highness the princess trying to catch me? Haha, it's a pity that my father will not take any action. He will only watch me use all means to fight for it. For my father, he doesn't care.
Who his son is and what he has done, the only thing that can attract his attention is his strength."
"The eldest brother is naturally brave and has the strongest strength, so my father can pay attention to him."
"I tried every means to gather all my strength to fight against my eldest brother, so that my father would notice me."
"This competition is meaningless. The only meaning is that who can win in the end between me and my eldest brother and stand in front of my father."
Princess Fatima sighed softly and said: "You Pontos people are really warlike. It seems that not only are brothers, but also father and son have a relationship of resistance."
The second prince was somewhat dismissive of Princess Fatima's statement and said: "Being warlike is just a compliment to us... Hey, fourth princess, aren't you also a militant? After all, your goal is the same as mine, which is the throne."