"Evil Eye" Scotter? Sanmas, not as good as the elegant Lancelot. This is a phrase that went viral throughout Astant after the war. Whether it is a commoner or a nobleman, after chatting about the weather, they must talk about the two heroes, and the opinions they reach are quite unanimous. Upon learning of this, His Majesty immediately issued an official letter forbidding the people to talk about the matter, and immediately summoned Field Marshal Scot.

After the palace messenger ran three times, Marshal Scott did not use "unwell" as an excuse and came to the palace with a stiff face. His Majesty smiled when he saw it: "Marshal Scott, will you also listen to that kind of rumor?" ”[]

"Of course not." Angry Scott is even more intimidating, and his eyes are about to shine. He slapped his chest and looked directly into His Majesty's pupils: "In front of the funeral mold, even Lancelot can't do better than me, no one in the whole of Ashtent can do better, no one!" I've saved my life, and you know, it's not my fault that I failed! ”

His Majesty was about to speak, but was interrupted by Scott: "But those mediocre people will only put the blame on my head!" As long as that Lancelot is perfect because he has no defeats...... He has not been out of the 'door' for 50 years, so naturally he has not tasted defeat in 50 years! ”

"I know, I know! These are all rumors spread by the enemy in a vain attempt to drive a wedge between you and me. His Majesty easily found an opportunity to speak, and after roaring twice, his voice eased down. He said sincerely: "I have always trusted you, marshal. Although Mr. Lancelot is the guardian of his country and his archery skills are unparalleled in the world, he has never been a soldier, and he cannot go about fighting like you. ”

"Your Majesty, since you trust me, please let me lead the army to solve the Twilight Empire." Scott calmed down a little, and threw out such a sentence. From anger to calm, he made a somewhat abrupt transition.

His Majesty was a little stunned, and then waved his hand: "No." The Dusk Empire is already a principality recognized by the mainland, and there is Sarah Monroe in between, no. ”

Scott's eyes became brighter and more demonic, almost the same as the reflection of his weapon: "You mean, if Sarah 'Monroe' is not there, then we can attack?" ”

"Ahem! I didn't mean it, but I still can't! The recognition of the Empire of Twilight as a sovereign state is to allow us to buy time to recuperate. Unlike undead creatures, we need time to reproduce, learn, and grow. We're going to 'spend' more than a decade training a soldier, but the Twilight Empire only needs a corpse. Therefore, we, who have a relative disadvantage, cannot go to war. ”

Scott did not back down: "But after the war, the Twilight Empire has reached the point of exhaustion, the army is at most a million mold rangers, we have the means of restraint, this army is useless to us!" Once the Dusk Empire is relieved, they will definitely raise their butcher knives again, so they have to do it first! ”

War is a war of attrition, and in five years our country will not be able to wage a second war. And which of the neighboring countries such as Bigbowo and Seruviga is not in conflict with the Twilight Empire? Once you lead your troops out on the march, I, Astant, are in danger! His Majesty smiled a little slyly at this time: "You shouldn't be planning to let Mr. Lancelot defend our country, right?" That's good, guardian heroes should take on this kind of responsibility. ”

Scott's face was not good-looking, so he turned his head and left: "I was negligent." I'll talk to my staff and figure out how to get the best of both worlds, just wait. "This is like the underworld forces, full of ruthlessness.

Looking at the other party's back, His Majesty shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Where is there such a stingy hero......"

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The advancement of the Dusk Monk and the Dusk Swordsman is the Dusk Zen Master and the Dusk War Ghost.

The Dusk Zen Master is smiling, does not have too long hair, and the 'chest' is no longer a "soul jewel", but a necklace made of two small and one large and three precious stones. They hold old texts or scrolls, and their eyes are full of meaning. Their attention is often focused on the things around them, as if an ant or a small grass can also trigger their infinite thoughts. They walked on Perls's right side, with a humble and amiable posture.

The twilight war ghosts wore "necromancer masks", orange coats that decorated "sex" more than practical "sex", wore white "color" corsets and black "color" tight "pants", and circled and circled cow belts firmly bound their upper bodies, all like masochists, and like vacuum-packed food. Their eyes are glazed, similar to those of psychedelic drug addicts. They walked quietly to the left of Perls, two swords at their waists, one long and one short, snapping and clapping their big 'legs', two seconds at a time, two seconds at a time.

Qingyi wore a cloak and walked at the end of the queue, looking like a follower. A group of eight people swaggered down the streets, which seemed too arrogant, but there was not a single person who could jump out and meddle with things, because the city had been infested with funeral mold, all the inhabitants had been transferred, and the death squads that were supposed to exist and sent by the capital to eradicate the mold had been beaten by the dark church, and none of them were left.

"I was suddenly curious." Qingyi Road.

"What's the matter?" Pers didn't look back. It is very convenient to talk with the soul 'wave' and 'exchange'.

Qingyi smiled and said, "The Necromantic King who appeared at the same time as me, what kind of country has their country built into?" Be sure to visit it if you have time. ”

Soon, the crowd came to the barracks occupied by the Dark Church. Several necromancers in military uniforms stepped forward and checked Perles' identity before allowing them in.

I have to say that the Dark Church is 'quite unusual'. The magician is obviously a noble and respectable profession, and everywhere he goes, he is regarded as a god statue, so the 'sex' personality is generally high, but here, the magicians are all guarding the intersection or in charge of watching, and they are also spread out in small teams, one person is responsible for observing, and the others are in a hurry to meditate. They were not like guests in the homes of nobles, but rather like a well-trained army.

"Is it because the Dark Church is full of magicians, so no one plays big names?" Qingyi sent a soul 'wave' length.

This is one of the reasons, and the second is that the members of the dark church are like street rats and are never respected. This kind of person naturally does not care about militarized management and tight organizational structure, survival is the first priority, in contrast, dignity or arrogance is secondary. But that's just for the people at the bottom, it's different for the people at the top. The four deacons and their cronies looked like real magicians, such as Gregory. Speaking of this, Perls seemed to recall something: "His equipment is very good, although it is not commensurate with his strength, but no one dares to snatch it, because his backstage is extremely hard." ”

"I know, none of the four deacons are famous. If there is a hero, where will the Holy See be suppressed and flee to the 'Gospel'? ”

After saying a few words, Qing Yi stopped, because it was difficult to guarantee that there was no soul mage eavesdropping on the 'wave' chief. The personnel of the Twilight Sect were led to a relatively large room, which should only be enjoyed by some mid-level and high-ranking military personnel. Walking in and looking, although the furniture and decoration are average, the fireplace is very luxurious! Where is this stationed, this is the tour is coming!

A haggard-faced mage was coming down the stairs, smiling at the sight of the guests. Qingyi raised his eyes, carefully observed this person, and found that the other party's appearance was ordinary, and if he really wanted to describe it, he could only roughly summarize it with the word "haggard". The mage was thin and weak, and his skin began to sag, and he looked like he was about to die of overwork. How did this kind of person 'mix' into the mage's ranks? It's too miserable! Could it be that the Church of Darkness is in arrears?

Perls recognized the man: "Hello, Mr. Diesel. ”

"Hello, Mr. Pers, and ......" Diesel faced the end of the line and gave Qingyi a solemn mage salute, barely adding a hint of vitality to his haggard voice: "Your Majesty the June Sunshine." ”

"Oh, hello. How did you recognize me? Qingyi took off his hood and asked with interest.

Diesel whispered, "Although you deliberately pretend to be an ordinary clergyman, your soul fire cannot be concealed. To me, you are like a scorching star. Master Gregory is meditating, would it be better for you to come back another day? ”

"I remember that Pers was already informed of his coming, right?"

"That's true, but Master Gregory has always been a little ignorant, and he has recently made a new breakthrough in magic, so he can't wait to meditate." Diesel laughed.

"Alright then, I'll wait for him. I also started to 'meditate'. Qingyi thought to herself, there is nothing to do anyway, it is better to meditate and nourish your qi.

Diesel hesitated and asked, "Do you need a fireplace?" ”

"I'm not cold." Qingyi closed his eyes. "You forgot? I'm a necromantic creature. ”

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When Qingyi woke up from his inner world, he felt chills all over his body. Subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his sweat, but the tentacles were bones, and he reacted at this time, it turned out that he had already subconsciously turned back into a white bone tyrant. That kind of coldness is not the cold that the body can feel, but the 'gloomy' coldness that is poured into the heavenly spirit cover.

"Tsk, why am I so useless." Qingyi felt sorry for himself, but he didn't plan to talk to the voice in his heart again, because he was actually close to prostration. He needed to rest and forget about that cruel, ruthless fellow.

Perls asked with concern, "Son of God, what's wrong?" Something is wrong with the 'color' of your face just now. ”

"Leave me alone, I'm fine. Hasn't the other person finished meditating yet? ”

Diesel who was sitting on the side immediately said, "Yes, please forgive me. ”

"Ah, I've learned the hospitality of the Dark Church. I'm here to inquire about the dissipation of the underworld that day, not to be uncomfortable. Perhaps, it was a good deed of yours? ”

Qingyi said this casually, but Diesel began to sweat on his face. For the first time in this deadly and chilly house, he sweated, and he didn't dare reach out to wipe it. He could only smile and say, "Your Majesty, what did you say, the Underworld was killed by the Holy See, and it has nothing to do with us." ”

"I see. Speaking of which, the Dark Church is an ally of the Dusk Empire, how can I doubt you? Qingyi shook his head with a smile, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, which didn't seem to be fake. Please forgive me for being careless. ”

"It's okay, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, if you rashly seek revenge on Jonny, you may lose both sides and fall into the hands of others. I can't take that risk. So I'm going to have to look into it. Qingyi's gaze drifted to the stairs, as if he wanted to chase down the handrail all the way to the second floor. Please keep in mind the URL, if you like Qianjiang 'Hua' Huo wrote "Online Game of the Dead's Journey"