“Young people are really energetic.”

In the spacious and simple office, the leader of Tarik put down the report in his hand and said to the eldest prince Evan with a laugh and cry: "Look, this kid played this for me in just one day."

"this…"

The eldest prince who received the report took a quick look at it carefully, then frowned and asked in confusion: "Catch the terrorists, expel detective Pinkerton, and use heavy firepower. I feel..."

"It feels quite in line with this brave man's character and there is no extraordinary move, right?"

The old king smiled and spread the information on the table. He took out a pen and scratched it a few times, tapped it with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Look at it now."

Evan looked over with some confusion. Tarik was not like English South, and the information about the heroes in their hands was very detailed. Evan also knew very well what kind of person this famous disaster star brave man was. In fact, when the brave man left the Silver Lord's office and drove to the pharmacy, Evan had already prepared emergency response measures under various circumstances, including the arrival of the ancient gods, the raging demons, the natural disasters broke out, and the core of the earth was level.

After all, the truth-level formula of brave + special buildings = major events has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

After learning that the brave man had only solved a few terrorists and expelled detective Pinkerton, who was having a headache with Tarik, and his subordinates used heavy firepower at the level of Magnan national treasure, Evan was relieved. But at this time, under the guidance of the old king, Evan began to read the information carefully and pay attention to the words that the old king pointed out.

"Silver Lord... Detective Pinkerton's expression is strange... Zimu's reaction..."\

Evan stroked his jaw and thoughtfully sorted the details of the report in his mind. After a moment, he suddenly looked up suddenly and looked at his father in shock, wanting to speak but stopping.

"That's right."

Seeing Evan waking up from a dream, the old king smiled and said meaningfully: "Driving the wolf and swallowing the tiger, this kid is not afraid of being eaten by the wolf and tiger."

"He's this!"

Evan just wanted to say something with anger, but suddenly saw the old king's eyes, and seemed to understand something. He smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Yes, he is not afraid of wolf and tiger sharing it with food."

"The ones who drive wolf to swallow tigers are concerned with wolves and single tigers."

The old king put the report aside, leaned on the back of the chair, sighing: "If he just wanted Yinjue to fight us and he reap the benefits of the fisherman, then I probably would have to underestimate him. We can maintain such a long balance because the distribution of interests is clear enough. The consequences of rashly breaking this balance may only be both losers. Therefore, even if the brave men instigate, Yinjue and I will not take action, but the share of the lease will be closer."

"But this kid treats us as a tiger, and the wolves are twelve moments."

Evan, who was beside him, sighed lightly, and his wry smile appeared on his face, "Zhou Li has so many things to do."

"how?"

Putting on reading glasses, Helinin took out another document and placed it on the table. Evan walked up to open the document, and the title on the first page suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The Fourth Quarantine Report on the Large-scale Outbreak of Ore Disease/Phagloxone"

This is a report on the outbreak of pyroxene in Tarik. The date on it was 10 o'clock this morning. After seeing the title, Evan's face suddenly became solemn and he began to read this extremely detailed document.

"The corpse of god..."

When seeing the strange and dazzling word, Evan's pupils tightened, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Remember the images Tarik kept at the Braves Union?"

Evan knew that the Tarik mentioned by his father was not his own country, but the founding father who established the Tarik Republic. The content of that image was what Tsar XVI said to Tarik when he broke through the Tsar Palace.

"Congratulations, you won the whole country."

"Won this rotten kingdom built on the corpse of gods."

"I don't hate you, but I'm grateful to you. Because you will soon know what a desperate truth you will face."

"I will give you a heartfelt advice with your senior."

"Enjoyment, happiness, corruption, this is the only way your empire can survive. Put away your enterprising spirit and never forget that what you step on is a rotten corpse of gods."

This image was entrusted by Tarik to the Union of the Braves. No one except the successive kings of Tarik are allowed to watch this image. In fact, this is very abnormal. As the fall of a kingdom, whether to stabilize people's hearts or leave historical memorials, the death of the Tsar's Sixteenth generation should be made public.

In this image, Tsar XVI did not look like a king who had lost his country. On the contrary, he showed a very calm expression. He looked at Tarik without any anger or despair, he was laughing and crying. Even when he said that advice, the monarch, who was known for his stupidity and tyranny, only had sincerity and fearful sincerity in his eyes.

"Father, do you really believe what the Sixteenth generation said?"

Evan looked at his father, with doubts in his eyes.

"I don't want to write."

The old king closed his eyes, his face with a tired look, sighed: "All scholars and experts have unanimously concluded that ore disease is a plague disease that is transmitted from a powerful individual to a group. But the problem is that no matter how we trace the source and how we crack the principle of the disease, we cannot find the existence of that pathogen."

"Our biggest discovery so far is that ore disease will not be transmitted to people from other countries. But the problem is that this only breakthrough discovery cannot be continued to be studied no matter what. The English South is the same race as us, and there is no difference in blood, body or even organs. However, ore disease only infects the residents of Tarik, which is like having its own will and never leaves Tarik's land."

Ore disease has always been a major conscientious person of the old king. Once this disease is infected, it is almost impossible to cure. What is even more terrible is that this disease, also known as pyroxene, will crystallize the body and become more cruel. If the patient is allowed to enter the final stage of ore disease, the patient's organs and human tissues will be completely replaced by ore or crystals, and will gain terrifying power.

These patients who have completely alienated into crystal monsters will recover their previous consciousness, but they retain the monster's cruelty and bloodthirsty instincts. The most important thing is that they will no longer regard themselves as a person, but as a fictional race - Jinggui.

The completely alienated Jinggui retains human wisdom and also has extremely powerful abilities. They will gather ore patients who have not yet been completely alienated, and use special means to deepen their alienation to expand their ethnic group. The day before yesterday, the demigod-level monster at the airport was a Jinggui, a patient with disease from the west.

At the beginning, this disease only appeared sporadically in a small area in the western part of Tarik. At that time, Tarik thought it was a curse, so he invited the bishop of the Church of Life to exorcise evil spirits. But for some reason, with the unremitting efforts of the Church of Life, the ore disease quickly spread in the west and quickly occupied the entire western part of Tarik. If it weren't for the second Tarik King "Scott", who acted decisively and immediately built a blocking wall to separate the west from Tarik, I'm afraid this terrifying plague would have erupted in Tarik's homeland.

Later, with the help of the Life Church, Tarik established the Glory Crystal Energy Tower, which used the tower as the basis to spread life techniques throughout Tarik's territory. Patients with ore diseases in the magic circle have extremely poor contagious ability. Unless saliva or blood are eaten by others, they cannot spread the disease. However, in the west, which has been completely corrupted by the plague, this magic circle cannot be established.

Because of this disease, the newly improved western land reclamation career quickly plummeted, and the entire western region returned to the barbaric disorder of the past. Many Tariks and Tarik professions who had not had time to evacuate were forced to live in the west and seek vitality in the plague and wilderness. By the time of the current king Helining, the history of ore diseases was gradually faded, and the Tariks began to forget the wild land and the land that had brought them energy and wealth.

But Helining did not forget, nor did Evan. They still remember that on that land, there was a group of Tariks waiting to return to their hometown. They never relaxed their research on ore diseases in order to find solutions to ore diseases to rescue the people trapped outside the wall.

"The incidence rate has increased by 12 percent over last year."

The old king stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his tone full of fatigue and weakness. "The casualty rate of the Western Search and Rescue Team has also begun to rise. Jinggui discovered the route of the search and Rescue Team and began to attack the search and Rescue Team in an organized and premeditated manner. Now they have launched a request for help. Jinggui is likely to launch a large-scale attack in five months, and the search and Rescue Team cannot stop it."

Evan and Hlining fell into silence together. The essence of the search and rescue team is to conduct search and rescue deep in the extremely dangerous west, not to fight against Jinggui. Although they are equipped with a lot of weapons and equipment and many professionals accompany them, Jinggui is a local war in the west, and only Tarik's regular army can confront Jinggui, who has come out in full.

However, what really makes them feel powerless is that the west, if they go, they can't come back. Once the Tariks cross the wall and enter the west, they will never be able to return to their hometown and their hometown. For these Tariks who live in sterile rooms, entering the depths of the west is equivalent to burying invisible bombs in their bodies. If they return to Tarik and have a disease one day, the entire Tarik will fall into despair.

"I don't want to summon the volunteer army anymore."

Evan's tone trembled when he spoke the three words "Volunteer Army". Until now, he could not forget that the three thousand volunteers who should have had a bright future waved their hands at the end of the tunnel, smiling brightly.

A month later, two thousand three hundred and twenty-one bodies were sent to Evan's eyes. The eldest prince, who was known for his calmness and gentleness, was on the verge of collapse that day. Later, he spent four months handing over every body and relics to the hands of every family. No one accused him, and even the families of the martyrs did not scold or anger. They knew that Evan was carrying more pain than them.

"I don't want to."

The old king shook his head slowly, with the same sadness on his old face, "Two thousand three hundred and twenty-one people left, and the remaining children did not return to the gathering place next to the city wall. I once persuaded them through letters to them, but these children still refused to leave. When I received the reply, they left twelve more people."

"But if we do not protect the outposts, the people we failed in the deep west will lose their last hope. That's what the three thousand children think."

His fingers gently stroked the silver medal on the table, which was engraved with the sign of the Volunteer Army. The old man closed his eyes and his voice was a little astringent, "A few days ago, General Alfie came to me. There were 1,200 people from their army petitioned to form a Volunteer Army to support the outpost."

"This won't work!"

Upon hearing this, Evan was immediately excited, "General Elfi is only thirty-two, and his child is only three years old. General Elfi's wife is the first volunteer army. Does he want his child to be orphans?"

"Then do you know how many of the 1,200 people have families?"

The old king asked back, then he sighed and said to Evan: "Don't worry, I rejected him."

Hearing this sentence, Evan breathed a sigh of relief. The old king's eyes had the turbidity that was unique to the old man, but had a unique spirit. He looked at his son and said in a deep voice: "Because, I have a better choice."

After all, Evan was one of the pillars of the country. Almost instantly, he understood the old king's meaning. He looked at the document about the brave man next to the report on the plague, and asked slowly, "Will he agree?"

"I have no idea."

The old king shook his head and said calmly: "If he doesn't want to, I will summon the volunteer army again."

"Don't take it as a matter of course that the brave men took action to help us."

As if I noticed Evan's thoughts, the old man waved his hand to interrupt Evan, who was about to speak but stopped, and said, "Do you know? I am very glad when I learned of the unique character of this brave man."

"Great?"

Evan was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why his father was grateful for the current brave man's bad character.

"Yes."

The old man nodded, he pointed to himself, then Evan, and finally pointed to Zhou Li's information. He looked at the column under his name and said slowly in a calm voice:

"I feel very glad when I see the brave men seeking money and harming the nobles."

"Great fortunately this brave man is finally alone."
Chapter completed!