"The City of Waiting", the Council Hall.

The president of the Necromantic Guild sat around the table, and in addition to a few old people such as Deadly Stinger, Super Burger King, Unknown and Innocent, and Pang Shui Yishan, there were a few new faces. It is worth mentioning that the total number of these guilds is more than 100,000, although it is not as good as those million-level guilds of living beings, but they are also second to none in the Necronomical Paradise, and small guilds with less than 100,000 members are not even qualified to set foot in the palace.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time."

The door was pushed open by the shadow hand, and Qingyi strode in, still holding Annigil in his arms. He walked to the main seat and sat down without hurry.

"Hey, am I mistaken, or did you bring a baby to the meeting?" Super Burger King Odds.

"You read that right, this is my adopted son, Anniegil." Qingyi smiled and introduced the child to everyone.

"Hell, he's only a little bit old, and you're bringing him to a meeting?"

"Let him hear it. Okay, let's get down to business. Here are the new floating island blueprints, and I offer non-strategic supplies for sale at half price, as well as outsourcing for life professionals. The shadow hand distributed the drawings in place, and Qingyi spread out another map: "Here are the various locations where floating islands can be built, you can negotiate how to distribute them yourself." ”

A long time ago, Qingyi signed an offensive and defensive alliance with several guild leaders, and the guild leased the land of the Necronominalis Paradise. The Necromantic Guild shares the same weal and woe as the Dusk Empire, and when the Empire is strong, the Guild manages land at a low price and makes a lot of money; When the empire was weak, the members were displaced. Now that Saramonro occupies the Ash Wilderness, and the Knights of Iron Hoof are even more openly stationed in Salamonro, the Necromantic Guild has returned to the Dusk Empire to develop, and Qingyi, as the head of the Empire, has to consider opening up a new space. The urban architecture team of the scientific research center recently launched a new project, artificial floating islands, which just solved Qingyi's urgent need.

"I don't want floating islands, I just want to keep my feet on the ground." Super Burger King tore over the big map and smashed his fist on the map of Saramonro: "Kill this country, Blackstone Valley is still yours!" ”

"Then look at Snow City, there are some vacant land reserved there, although it can't be called territory." Qingyi Road.

Indeed, once the floating island is built, there will inevitably be several more player-centric cities in the Blackstone Valley, which is not what he wants to see. He "generously" leased the Corpse Wetlands (the predecessor of the Ash Fields) to the Necromantic Guilds, setting up only one "City of Contradictions" in the Blackstone Valley. In his original vision, the guild was the first layer of defense, and Blackstone Valley was the second layer of defense. He has never been at ease with letting player forces infiltrate the second layer of defense.

However, he didn't want to use force against Saramonroe at all, so he had to set up camp in the Blackstone Valley. He also opened up Snow City, where every inch of land was valuable, allowing players to enter it, even if their profits would be diluted.

A small number of guild leaders chose Snow City because it was very popular and it was a supply point; Most guild leaders chose to build their own floating islands in the Blackstone Valley, after all, a territory that could be held in their hands was very attractive to the guild. The Deadly Stinger decided to build a floating island in the Starlight Ocean, because more and more people went to the bottom of the Starlight Ocean to level up, and if a supply point was established, it would also be beneficial for all members to upgrade their level.

Now that the union residency has been decided, the atmosphere of the meeting has become lighter, and the conversation naturally turns to the recent boiling faction clash (elves vs. blood elves). The deadly stinger held the "filthy mineral water", but did not drink it, but looked at Qingyi: "If we participate, will it be automatically assigned to the side of the blood elves?" ”

"Yes. Of course, you can also find elf players to match up and help elves fight. ”

"Fighting the bald eagle again?" Super Burger King asked hopefully, his expression full of "You must be joking, hahaha, it's not funny".

Qingyi nodded sympathetically: "Yes, if the bald eagle wants to be ashamed, he will definitely put his chips on this battle." ”

"Oh,!" "Fuck it!" "Why is this always the case!" The presidents immediately cried bitterly. They were able to set up guilds with more than 100,000 members, all of whom chose the necromantic camp after the "Doomsday Confrontation", starting from scratch, and the deepest impression was naturally the great enemy Bald Eagle.

The bald eagle first helped Orquila easily crush the 30,000 cavalry of the necromancy, and then reappeared in the comeback battle of Qingyi, giving the Dusk Empire a heavy blow with the puppet troops and various power items, and even passed through the "Broken Ring" and entered the Black Rock Valley! What a proud achievement! Although Bald Eagle ultimately lost, it was largely due to the biological and chemical weapon - funeral mold, and in the face of such an unprecedented terrorist attack, Bald Eagle's response and aftermath work was already excellent. Now, let the bald eagle - and it is an annoyed version - stand on the opposite side, and think about it, you will dream that Guan He has this courage.

Qingyi just smiled: "Then do you still participate?" ”

"Of course!" "Brothers don't engage in camp clashes for a day, and they don't feel comfortable for a day!" "Participating in this is much more interesting than participating in competitive competitions, anyway, if we go up with this kind of technology, we have to be brushed down in the audition, hehe!" The presidents roared loudly, and all of a sudden they became angry, but none of them flinched.

Qing Yi really felt that the necromantic camp had a cohesive force, a cohesive force centered on him. It is precisely because of the cohesion that the presidents are much less afraid of the bald eagle, and they will even feel that there is a chance of winning this battle. It is no exaggeration to say that his June Sunshine is the backbone of these players, the backbone of all people. He has fought again and again, from defeating the "Demon King's Palace" at the beginning, to the surprise attack on Oscuria, to the frontal slaughter of Olquila, the killing of the poisonous Graheide, and finally to the Dusk Empire becoming a sovereign state...... His reputation is louder than that of the Necromantic King of the same period, he is a well-deserved Necromantic First Man, and he is the Chosen One who can stand in the face of the scolding of thousands of people!

"By the way, the Dusk Empire has been very generous recently, both issuing treasury bonds and buying ores. Do you want to start profiting as the Necromantic King? Regardless of the president who was looking around for his position, the deadly stinger continued to ask calmly: "You know, we people just play games to relax, and we don't know what economics to operate, but there are guilds anyway, so we must always be responsible for the members, right?" If you can make money, would you mind taking a share of us? We can fund it too! ”

"Want to get a stake?" Qingyi thought to himself, now that Bigbower and I are in a trade war, I can't even protect myself, so be careful to compensate you. "Take your time, don't rush. Of course, everyone earns money together, and I won't take it alone. ”

Hearing this, the deadly stinger finally smiled and chatted with Qingyi. Super Burger King also discussed the ranking of the competitive tournament with others, and placed bets one after another, not knowing whether to be the bookmaker. The atmosphere here is so good that everyone is having a dinner, except for the water and the mountains, which don't talk much.

Qingyi noticed him and beckoned, "Hey! ”

"What's the matter?" Shui Yishan raised his eyelids, and his tone was neither salty nor light. He is a little older than before, and he is a little more youthful.

"Are there any good-looking manga recommendations? I just finished reading Bleach, and there is a shortage of books. Qingyi said with a smile.

He opened his mouth in astonishment, and then smiled angrily.

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Saramonroe, the capital.

At this moment of rebuilding the kingdom, construction teams all over the city delayed other works and built churches instead, all because of the words of Jonny, the knight of divine punishment: "Why are there no churches?" "Although Jonny is not yet a guardian hero, as we all know, there is no one in the country who can stand side by side with him, so Jonny's voice is not much different from that of a guardian hero, not only the prince strongly supports him, but even His Majesty turns a blind eye to what he does. There is no greater power than this.

However, this hero who can call the wind and rain is locking himself in a confinement cell, not coming out for three days, and living an ascetic life without water and rice. Several Knights of Judgment stood outside the confinement room, wanting to open the door, but they did not dare to enter, so they could only sigh for a long time.

"Hasn't the regimental commander gotten the oracle yet?" The one who said this was definitely the old member of the Knights of the Iron Hoof, because the new members only had blind faith and worship for Jonny, and in the eyes of the old members, Jonny was still the sometimes violent and sometimes gloomy leader.

The deputy head shook his head.

For three days, Head Jonny prayed to God, thirsting for his will. A man like him, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, also needs God's approval after carrying out the Reformation movement without authorization. Sadly, God does not seem to recognize His status as a saint. He was also determined to become a saint, and refused to leave the confinement cell, as if waiting for his turn to be a saint.

Several subordinates were worried when the door suddenly opened. Jonny, who had some more stubble and had a pale face, slowly walked out and looked at several people. Contrary to his face, his eyes were bright. His face became kind, and his smile was affable, as if he were a saint. He said in a gentle tone that no one had ever heard before: "I have received an oracle." ”

"What?!" In just a moment, the deputy head of the regiment recited 10,000 words of "No" in his heart, and then cautiously tested: "My lord, what is the content of the oracle?" ……”

"If I want to strengthen my sainthood, I have to bring down the June Sun. We're going to go now. Jonny waved his hand: "Prepare the horse!" ”

No way! The deputy head of the regiment immediately panicked.

Attacking the Empire of Dusk would require crossing a sea of bones that would be a vast moat, and warriors would have to travel in sturdy ships that would be resistant to corrosion. Not to mention the problem of ships, what about sailors? What about grain and grass? The Knights of Iron Hoof don't have any of these things, so they can only look for Sara Monroe! Sala Monroe has just taken root, let alone let them participate in the war, even if they are allowed to pay for shipbuilding, the king may have to turn against the knights!

"Why don't you go?" Jonny asked, as he walked. Several subordinates had no choice but to follow suit.

When the deputy head of the regiment was in a dilemma, he suddenly had an idea and shouted: "My lord, I have also received an oracle!" God said that now is not the time, and that you must wait until the ships full of believers reach twenty, and God will go with you. Did you hear that? ”

"You got an oracle? You say, "You got the oracle?" Jonny's eyes slowly changed, and his smile twisted into a hideous, brutal look. He grabbed the collar of the deputy head of the regiment and sprayed his snort on the other party's neck: "How can you get an oracle from a mortal like you?!" Only I, only I, St. Jonny, am the chosen ones of the gods! Only I can hear it, what you hear is fake! Fake! ”

The deputy head of the regiment said with difficulty: "I don't believe it...... You listen ......"

Jonny's eyes began to grow confused. He looked at the air and muttered to himself, the strength of his hand becoming smaller: "Really...... Is it true? …… Do your will......"

The deputy head of the regiment broke free of Jonny's hand and looked at the other party, feeling a little blocked. The regimental commander has gone mad. Maybe the head of the regiment didn't feel it himself, but what he heard couldn't have been an oracle, more likely his imagination. No, or should I say...... There was a subtle deviation between the god in his heart and the god that the clergy believed in. It was this slight deviation that made it impossible for the head of the regiment to follow the same path as the Cardinal's Office and the Inquisition. This is...... It's a madness that can't even be cured by [Holy Healing] and [Healing].

"Well, mortal, I take your advice, and when the number of ships full of believers reaches twenty, I will set sail." Jonny awoke from his confusion, his eyelids continuing to droop.

"I'm talking about a big boat that can hold hundreds of people, not a small boat." The deputy head of the regiment hurriedly added.

"Of course I do. Don't think I'm crazy, I'm much more sane than you think. Jonny dropped a sentence and left.

The deputy head of the regiment didn't have time to ponder this sentence. He roughly calculated that at the current rate of training the Knights of Judgment, it would be at least April. At that time, the Knights of the Iron Hoof had the best chance of winning!

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(I've been working overtime lately, and I'm pressed for time, so I was careless when updating the chapter last night, and I'm pretty sorry.) Hurry up and come at the end of the month, or I'll die of overwork)