Just when Burlison was thinking about the philosophical question of whether he was a human being, a beautiful man walked up to him.
Yes, he is beautiful - this man can only be described as beautiful, because he seems to be more enchanting than the female elves around him.
The man raised his orchid finger and gave Burlison a military salute, then covered his mouth charmingly and said with a smile: "Chief of Staff of the 2nd Construction Corps, Shirley salutes you."
Harold felt that a certain part of his body had reacted shamefully, so he could only bend down slightly to hide his predicament.
Burlison coughed, then lowered his voice and ordered: "Don't look so disgusting, or I will send you to a brothel..."
He thought for a long time before he found the more elegant word brothel in the divine language to express what he wanted to say clearly.
The man named Shirley could only put away his coquettishness, coughed, and said, "I don't want to do it either. Who wants me to prefer being a woman?"
A man who is more charming than a woman, and also a very dangerous demon man, is really... exciting.
Just when Harold began to wonder if his orientation was abnormal, he saw from the corner of his eye that Burlison was also hunching over slightly, so he smiled, unbridled.
Anyway, in the army, everyone is used to this kind of thing. If you whistle at a female elf for nothing, you usually won't get beaten.
However, there are not unlucky guys who have been chased for a long distance by the female elves carrying long swords. At this time, the entire military camp will be filled with a joyful atmosphere.
The next second, Harold realized how speechless the combination in front of him was.
They have an orc female man here who is more masculine than a man, and a Demon Tribe who is more feminine than a woman, plus a female elf with pointed ears, a werewolf, and a man with a mechanical arm.
of disability...
"2,000 orc warriors, 100 elven warriors...really strong troops." Burrison looked at the tablet on his arm and sighed with emotion.
Marvin was not at the landing site, so Burleson apparently became the supreme commander here again for the time being.
He looked at Sona, the commander of the Construction Corps, and ordered: "The Rock Empire has no intention of surrendering yet. Marvin hopes that we will create some more pressure on them."
After finding the map he wanted on the tablet, Burrison pointed to a location on it and ordered Sona and Aria: "Let your people press forward and defeat these natives in the way they are best at. I
I think this may be a more intuitive pressure that they can understand."
Although the weapons of the puppet army are powerful, this kind of crushing makes the opponent always think of some way to counterattack. This mentality is really familiar to the Ailanshir Empire.
Whether they are facing empires such as Arant Doson or magic empires such as the Holy Demon Empire, there are always people who feel that with a little effort, they can win at close range.
Three major misconceptions in life: melee combat is good for me, I can fight back, she likes me... There is nothing I can do? Even if I don’t want to admit it, countless people still fall for it.
Now that we know what the Rock Empire is thinking, it becomes easy to put pressure on them in a targeted manner.
As long as they defeat the other party in the areas they think they are good at, will their belief collapse? Their courage will disappear - then surrender is natural.
Luman felt that his luck was really bad recently? Because he saw the reinforcements from the Eilanhir Empire.
If he had met the elves first, then he would definitely feel that the Eilanhir Empire must be a beautiful, prosperous, and desirable fairyland.
Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was the orc army of the Elanthir Empire passing through the city in neat formation!
This troop is filled with a tyrannical aura? Their height alone is enough to intimidate most of the enemy's powerful troops.
The Orcs are a strong presence that ranks second in basketball among the sports events of the Ellandhill Empire. They meet the Dragons in the finals every year, and are beaten by a score of 152 to 73, and win the runner-up trophy in embarrassment.
Of course, this does not affect the orcs' complete dominance of basketball teams of other races. When they beat basketball teams of other races, the score was basically 152 to 73.
As for the dwarves, they reject the sport of basketball. Their traditional advantage is drinking twenty-five glasses of beer in a row...
The orcs, who were neatly dressed in armor, still looked ferocious. They held up spears made of fine iron, lined up in four columns, and moved forward slowly.
Those shiny spear points swayed slightly from side to side following their steps, forming a sharp forest.
"One, two, one! One, two, one!" The strong officer walking beside the queue, holding the sword at his waist, sang the command loudly at the top of his voice, urging the team to move forward in an orderly manner.
Standing next to such a team, Luman felt the insignificance of his own life. Facing such an army, the chance of victory for humans using traditional cold weapons was infinitely close to zero!
"How's it going? What you see is just the weakest army in our empire." Marvin introduced with a smile: "We only need to wave our hands gently to destroy your city... So, don't waste it.
Our patience.”
"Sir, my lord..." After thinking about his choice of words, Lu Man still felt that using the word "sir" is more direct and down-to-earth. Firstly, such a title can reflect his respect, and secondly, it can also be used in a subtle way...
He paused and continued to Marvin: "I... I want... to persuade General Fokker to disband the army after observing the next battle."
For Luhmann, this was simply a scene he could only see when he was dreaming. Human beings, as suzerains, commanded armies as terrifying as devils to fight for themselves.
Such a scene not only reflects the dignity of human beings, but also highlights the power of human beings. It is simply a dream-like scene.
Luhmann felt that if he could become a human being in such an empire, he would be very happy. So he decided to give it a try and try to persuade General Fokker to stop trying to resist.
"Okay!" Marvin nodded slightly without any hesitation, turned and left the street. Lu Man followed him cautiously, his expression even more cautious and solemn.
