Sa'er followed behind Boss Armani, and soon spotted a armored beast. This armored beast is covered in vines and leaves, and it is very well camouflaged. It lowered its head to pull dirt at the roots of the tree, digging out the fat white larvae one by one, and occasionally looking up to listen for movements.

And the Armani boss slowly walked behind the armor beast and raised his hand. A crossbow that shoots a short black arrow. At the sound of the strings, the beast jerked forward, and then fell—the bolt pierced through its Blade of Grass Armor and buried deep into it. The toxin on the arrow quickly spread with the bloodstream, making it impossible for the beast to get up. Although the level of this armored beast is not low, its talent is only defense, and now it is not even the most proud of it, so it can only be slaughtered by others.

"Look at it."

Boss Armani stepped forward, disemboweling his prey, and then removing a bulging, dangling, spherical organ.

"So, what is that?" Su'er was far away, frowning.

"The bladder, to put it bluntly, is filled with urine."

Giorgio Armani squeezed hard, and a golden liquid shot out of the mouth of the orb. Su'er was far away, but she was also smoked by the smell of urine, her face turned blue and white, and she couldn't help but retreat a little. She covered her nose: "What's the use of this thing?" ”

"Because the bladder itself is the best place to hold water, it will be your water bladder." The other party is serious.

Suo'er couldn't hold back any longer, bent over and vomited. Giorgio Armani also introduced: "Actually, stomach pouches can also be used. Personally, I recommend that the stomach pouch store dry food and the bladder store drinking water. Of course, you'll need to clean it before you use it, which will reduce some of the bad smells. After spitting up, remember to bury the vomit in the dirt and don't let the monsters follow us by the smell. You're going to have to do the same with your excrement in the future, you know? ”

"It's, it's disgusting! You're too much of a bully! Are you going to use this thing to store water?! ”

"Of course not." Giarmani took out a water bladder: "This one can hold a liter of water." Do you want it? Thirty gold coins, no two prices. I know you don't have any money, you can use your gloves as collateral, after all, that's the only thing you have in your body of value. Although it is soul equipment, the level cannot keep up with the needs of current players, and it is cheaper to convert it into thirty gold coins. ”

Su'er clutched her stomach, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She has never been more homesick.

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Bigbower, Royal Palace.

The young King sat behind his desk and asked solemnly, "Have you done what I asked you to do?" ”

"Absolutely no one knows. Please see. ”

The tightly wrapped Minister of Intelligence replied, gently placing a glass of honey milk on the table.

When the king heard this, he was in high spirits, and he quickly took it and drank it all, licked the corners of his mouth contentedly, and then handed the empty cup to the Minister of Intelligence. Of course, honey milk is not a rare thing, but the royal governor does not let him drink more, and he can't drink it in a sip, and only the Minister of Intelligence can secretly "smuggle" honey milk to him. Even though he trusted his subordinates' abilities, the king still looked left and right, for fear that the governor would suddenly jump out and arrest him.

"Okay, let's get down to business. What is the situation in the Twilight Empire? ”

With a wipe of the minister's hand, the empty cup magically disappeared, and he didn't know where he could hide it on his body: "The Frankie of the Blood Claw is dormant, so that Pythagoras does not dare to make any moves. Ulcer Island hasn't been in contact with the Griffins for a month. ”

"Necromantic creatures are necromantic creatures, and they can't be put on the table." The king shook his head, very dissatisfied with Pythagoras.

Pythagoras, the Festering Dictator, is the nascent Necromantic King of the Twilight Empire, whose center of power, the Ulcer Isle, is growing. Bigbowo wanted to use the Ulcer Island to contain the situation in the eastern part of the "gospel", so he allowed the various families in the country to contact the Ulcer Island. Pythagoras was also ambitious at first, accepting all kinds of arms aid, but when Frankie became a guardian hero, everything changed.

What is a Guardian Hero?

He may not participate in the government or fight for the country, but when the country is at stake, he will definitely stand up, turn the tide and kill all the enemies who endanger national security, this kind of person is a guardian hero. Under the prestige of protecting the heroes, the king is conscientious, the courtiers are in peace, and the people enjoy peace; And before all Xiaoxiao tries to make trouble, he has to weigh whether he can afford to anger the guardian hero, and whether he has the consciousness of sacrificing his life and sacrificing his family?

Pythagoras' attempt to divide the Empire of Dusk had already deeply angered Frankie the Bloodclaw. Frankie may not be the most capable of fighting among the guardian heroes of all ages, but he is the most deadly, there is no doubt about that. Although Pythagoras also got up from the sea of corpses and blood, he didn't want to collide with the guardian hero for the time being. Swap the life of the Necromantic King for a dog? It's not worth it.

The Minister of Intelligence added: "Pythagoras wanted to leave the Twilight Empire and develop elsewhere. ”

"He wants to be beautiful."

Bigbowo's strategy is to prop up the Ulcer Island, exacerbating the internal conflict of the Dusk Empire, so that the necromantic creatures will not be able to expand as much as they can for decades, which is where the value of Pythagoras lies. As soon as Pythagoras leaves, the Twilight Empire immediately closes its doors and develops, and then the threat is great. And Pythagoras was also a careerist, and if he came to the outside world, he might become the second June sunshine.

After thinking for a while, the king said, "Go and talk to Astant, and let them find a reason to attack Saramonroe, and they will be theirs to conquer as much land as they want." Didn't the Twilight Empire want to be a mercenary? Just give them the opportunity to make money. ”

Astante was originally one of the eleven great powers on the mainland, but unfortunately he was beaten by the Dusk Empire, not to mention the loss of two heroes, and even the national artifact was robbed, and now he can only be attached to the wings of Bigbowo and reduced to a principality. Of course, Astant hated the Twilight Empire, but he also had a very strong prejudice against Salamonro, who seized their territory, and Bigbower could completely add fuel to the fire, so that Astante and Saramonro would break out into conflict and consume the national strength of the two countries. Speaking of which, Astante is not really obedient, so it might as well weaken it and then annex it.

The Twilight Empire is deeply entangled with Saramonro, and the weak Sala Monroe can only turn to the Twilight Empire for help. The Twilight Empire had to send troops, because Salamonro was a buffer between the Twilight Empire and the outside world, and it had to be preserved. Just after a few big battles, the Dusk Empire's troops are also lacking, as long as it is transferred, the country will inevitably be empty, and the Ulcer Island can make some small moves.

So the Minister of Intelligence took away this plan to kill three birds with one stone.

The king rubbed his brow and said to himself, "June Sunshine is so cunning, he can go around freely, but I have to worry about these troubles." It's not interesting. If I ever had a chance to see him again, I would have to kill him. ”

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The Empire of Twilight, the "City of Contradictions".

The city was absolutely militarized, with soldiers lined up in neat arrays, and there was no room to sit. The only private space in the city was the marshal's headquarters. In the headquarters, the necromantic conductor Squill sat comfortably on the couch, flipping through a book of "Tobacco Appreciation" with famous notes, and occasionally smoking two puffs of pipe, as if to verify his feelings with the description in the book. The necromantic beast he used to travel was lying at his feet, seemingly idle.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Skoll coughed and spat on the ground. He spit out this phlegm very accurately, and the landing point has been stained with layers of dried phlegm.

An officer appeared and saluted: "Lord Scowl, according to the information from the scientific research center, the 'float' has been built and is waiting for acceptance at any time. ”

"You go and ask Frankie to inspect the goods."

The officer was a zombie, and although he had no expression due to the stiffness of his facial muscles, the soul fire still trembled violently when he heard the name "Frankie". He replied, "Yes, Master Squire." ”

The "float" is a cart loaded with blood, to be specific, like a large bathtub with four wheels, which can be used as a temporary blood pool. The only use of this thing is to allow Frankie to appear outside of the "City of Waiting", and to make up for Frankie's shortcomings by treating the symptoms rather than treating the locality. Skoll thought so: since Frankie has become a guardian hero, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it?

At the urging of the necromantic commander, the Joint Scientific Research Center not only produced "floats", but also designed various military supplies, so the researchers put a lot of research at hand on hold. There's a reason for this: the imperial superstructure is undergoing upheaval, the necromancer Brian is out on the road, His Majesty June Sunshine is nowhere to be found, and Skoll is in charge. In the current situation where no one dares to challenge the "dead flu", the Twilight Empire, which has few troops and little savings, has pathologically developed its military, slowing down other development projects of the country, and critics from all over the world feel that the necromantic creature is looking at the mice and putting the cart before the horse.

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Sara Monroe, Royal Palace.

"Brother, what should we do if Astante attacks us?" The king asked the prince who was sitting on the sofa and playing with the dagger.

"What to do? We have just returned to the country and are going to fight, what else can we do, we have to fight if we don't want to. His Royal Highness snorted, as if accusing his brother of asking an idiotic question. He paused and said, "Of course, it's not us going to fight. We can only ask the Twilight Empire for help. ”

"That's what I thought, too. But ......," the king sighed, looking preoccupied.

"Isn't that right? It's not our people who are dying anyway. ”

The king shook his head: "But...... Not only did Bigbowo think so, but even the Empire of Dusk thought so. ”

The prince's eyes turned cold: "Oh? If Astant dares to challenge us, Bigbower is likely to be behind it. What's going on with the Twilight Empire? ”

"Recently, the Twilight Empire has been developing its military frantically, and the world thinks that the necromantic creature is looking at the mice and putting the cart before the horse, but it is for the trouble that follows. Anyway, the necromantic creatures don't need to eat and drink, and even if they go all out to develop the military, it will not cause a mutiny among the people, at most, the domestic capital turnover is not effective. Junesunshine is a man with a strong sense of crisis, and his foundation has been built from nothing, so he will protect the Twilight Empire as much as possible. It was not so much that he was anticipating the coming war, but that he was cautious by nature. ”

"Wouldn't that be better? I'm afraid that the Dusk Empire will not be strong and will be defeated by Astant! ”

"We're at a loss. Bigbower can make war money behind his back; Astant can train his troops and take back the land; The Dusk Empire can convert troops into money and then into troops, forming a virtuous circle; We can pay for it back for a safe ...... But money is always limited, and we are trading the country's strength for decades to come for temporary comfort. If the necromantic creatures want to make money endlessly, instead of a blitzkrieg, but a tug-of-war, the war will last for years or even decades, and in the end, we Saramonro will be just an empty shell, and sooner or later we will become vassals of others. ”

The prince figured out the joints and whispered, "This is a time of war...... Damn the Twilight Empire! Without it, the Gospel Continent would not be at war! ”

The king looked at his younger brother with a solemn face: "So, brother, what should we do if Astante attacks us?" ”

The prince was silent.

An imaginary that cannot be put on the table is faintly about to become a reality.