king】

Thor entered the camp with hundreds of troops, but it did not cause much chaos. Compared with the nearly 100,000 troops of various factions here, a few hundred people were nothing, and could not even compare with the small warlords at the bottom.

The members of the small and medium-sized factions who were on guard outside the camp just glanced at them and looked away with no interest. Some even sneered contemptuously and said: "Here comes another guy who doesn't know the heights of the world. With just a few people, he wants to

Get a share of the pie? Don’t overestimate your own capabilities..."

Ever since the great warlords Shan Heng and Guo Ang led their troops to attack the Mogu Mountain Treasure House, all the small and medium-sized factions and tribes eager to get a share of the pie have reached a consensus under the leadership of several warlords with a slightly larger voice and have chosen to temporarily put aside each other.

Due to their differences, they join forces to fight against the three giants in order to seek the treasure in the treasure house.

In the past three days, warlords from all over the country have been stationed here. From medium-sized warlords with thousands of troops to small bosses who only manage dozens of people and are not involved at all, they all swarmed into this valley.

The two major warlords, Shan Heng and Guo Ang, jointly set up camp one kilometer outside their camp, intending to show their determination not to retreat without profit.

But looking at the military prowess of the troops under the two major warlords that cannot be underestimated, as well as the numerous and daunting siege weapons that can be redirected at any time, if they really want to fight, the small and medium-sized factions with their own hidden agendas will definitely not get much benefit.

.

They are also very self-aware. If they anger the three giants, and they have to get rid of small factions like themselves that are getting in the way, as they have done countless times, and then sit down and negotiate in a down-to-earth manner, then there is really nothing they can do.

No.

But looking at the history of mogu civil strife, except for every hundred years of the mantid reincarnation, such a large number of mogu armies will gather together to unite against the outside world. This situation is really rare at the moment. At present, it is not until the next hundred years of the mantid reincarnation.

There is not much time left in reincarnation, and no one wants to start an unprecedented melee at this juncture.

Even if someone finally occupies the treasure house of Mogu'shan, what can they do to resist the mantid if their military strength is greatly damaged? Once the mantid conquers the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, there will be no point in talking about it. The small and medium-sized warlord factions are aware of this and dare to do so.

Join forces to challenge the Big Three.

At this juncture, no matter how domineering the warlord is, he will still exercise restraint.

"Why does that person look familiar to me?"

"Indeed, he reminds me of the coward who escaped for seven years..."

"Thor? That's him! Humph, coward..."

During the process of moving forward, people kept whispering to each other on both sides of the road. After recognizing the leader of the Thunder God, some people responded with contempt, and some even spat without any scruples. Their words and deeds were full of contempt.

The sacred mission lies ahead... Thor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to listen to those harsh sounds.

Seven years ago, he was the warlord Thor who had repeatedly defeated the strong, created countless myths, and gained great fame among the tribe. He assisted his father in leading the tribe to move towards a middle-level faction. After his father's death, instead of avenging his relatives, he stepped forward to

The act of pursuing the answer is seen as a cowardly act to cover up cowardice. Among the martial Mogu tribe, this basically means being targeted for shame and being scorned for life.

Thor never expects these people to understand everything he has sacrificed for his faith.

They don't understand.

"Who is here?" A mogu dressed as a mystic came forward and asked. Behind him were two burly followers with uniform equipment, obviously different from members of small and medium-sized factions.

Thor looked at them and quickly discovered that these three people should be subordinates sent by a certain giant to maintain order, but why did they come to the camp of a small and medium-sized faction?

"Thor," he replied.

As soon as the voice fell, the sarcastic voices around him became even louder.

The mystic gave him a slight nod of greeting, "Are you here to participate in the negotiations as well?"

Thor nodded.

When the mystic saw this, his expression quickly turned cold. He glanced at the tribesmen following the Thunder God, thought for a few seconds, and said calmly: "The talks are going on, come with me."

After saying that, he walked towards the treasure house platform.

So that's it...Thunder God ordered the tribesmen to camp nearby, and he followed with Meng Ao.

Several people continued to ascend along the narrow passage dug out of the cliff. During this period, the mystic didn't say a word. Finally, he led the two of them to the platform of the treasure house, pointed to the dense crowd in front and said: "Find a seat.

"

Lei Shen ignored the contempt shown in the other party's words and deeds, and walked to the back of the crowd with Meng Ao. The warlords' attention was all focused on the ongoing negotiations in the center of the platform, and no one noticed his arrival.

Thor saw some familiar faces, and the "seat" order seemed to be based on status. For a leader of a small tribe like him, he was late and came uninvited, so naturally no one let him go to the front. But fortunately he was tall.

Far beyond ordinary tribesmen, he was still able to clearly see the situation on the platform.

The three giants, Wumeng, Shan Heng and Guo Ang, were all sitting on luxurious wide-backed chairs, with a group of majestic guards standing behind them. Next to Wumeng, there was also the person who was the first to break into the treasure house and then take control of it.

The three warlord leaders who were handed over to Wumeng.

On the fourth chair was a warlord whom Thor could not name. He seemed to be the person in charge elected by many small factions. However, the leaders of the small and medium-sized factions who were majestic outside were not assigned any seats. They were all old.

Standing obediently on the outside, either alone or with one or two followers, the platform was completely occupied, probably as many as hundreds.

"I want 30%..." Wumeng casually supported his cheek with one hand, stretched out three fingers with the other hand, and said casually. Although he did not deliberately raise his voice, at the moment of speaking, the warlord leaders who were whispering at the venue still felt

They all stopped talking and looked at him in unison, with anger steaming in their eyes.

"Thirty percent?" Shan Heng, who had a particularly vicious image, supported the armrest of the seat, leaning his upper body forward slightly, with a dangerous light in his slightly narrowed eyes. "Did I hear you right? You just want to take 30%?"

Wumeng raised his chin noncommittally, as if asking why.

The warlord Guo Ang, who was dressed in robes and looked very humble, smiled and shook his head. No one would have thought that such a wise Mogu could actually be a murderous demon who ordered his men to massacre thousands of people from a medium-sized tribe without restraint.

"Wumeng, you have 30%, how do you want us to divide the rest?"

"Yeah, why do you take the big part!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, which then aroused the emotions of the warlords present, so that many people responded and asked questions repeatedly.

Wumeng snorted coldly, "Just because I am still sitting on the treasure house."

Shan Heng asked with an unkind expression: "Aren't you afraid that our two families will join forces to attack Shuangyue Palace?"

Wumeng's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he looked at Shan Heng without showing any weakness, "You can try it and see who will pay the higher price..."

"Okay, okay, the hundred-year reincarnation of the Mantid is just around the corner. Now is the truce period. No one should start any more disputes. That would be the sinner of the entire Mogu tribe." Guo Ang acted as the peacemaker and said.

By the end, Wumeng and Shanheng were silent.

The divided mogu are absolutely unable to resist the mantid. This is a painful lesson learned through countless sacrifices over thousands of years. As we approach the juncture of a hundred-year reincarnation, tribes and factions, no matter how deeply they hate each other, must put aside their disputes and join forces to fight against foreign enemies.

Rather than saying that this is related to the survival of the ethnic group, it is better to say that it is directly linked to its own fundamental interests.

"In my opinion, it's 25% for each family. The treasure house is divided into four equal parts. Each of our three families will get one share, and the rest will be given to you." Guo Ang clapped his hands and made a decision for each family.

The eyes of the leaders of these small factions immediately showed a look of ecstasy. Two and a half? Even if there are many divisions within this seemingly inseparable offensive and defensive alliance, in the end, not much will be in the hands of each family, but it is far more than theirs.

Psychologically expected.

On the other hand, another great warlord, Shan Heng, had no objections to this fair division.

Wumeng was the only one who was gritting his teeth. He had obviously occupied the Mogu Mountain treasure house. This would mean giving away what he had obtained. How could he feel better? But he also understood that if he still insisted on the original "30%", how could he feel better?

Those who can only fight for it from small and medium-sized warlord factions, these guys will definitely not agree. When the time comes, it will only increase trouble... The Mantid attack is imminent, and he has to return to the Twin Moon Palace to take charge of affairs immediately. He must not

Time is wasted here...

Forget it, two and a half is two and a half... With this thought in his mind, Wumeng nodded with a dark face and acquiesced to Guo Ang's proposal.

Guo Ang smiled with satisfaction, turned to look at the person in charge who was elected by the small and medium-sized factions and sat on the fourth chair, and asked gently: "How is it?"

The person in charge was about to nod when suddenly, a voice came from behind the crowd...

"not so good."

Guo Ang's gentle face suddenly became clouded, making people shudder. The other warlords present were also stunned by this guy who was disrupting the situation, and looked angrily towards the direction from which the voice came.

"What?"

Who is so bold as to disrupt the negotiations hosted by the Big Three?

The God of Thunder looked back in surprise. He clearly heard the familiar voice coming from behind him. Sure enough, at the edge of the platform, he saw the flesh-and-blood creature that came as promised - to punish Leiden and guide his own destiny.

of……

Messenger of the Pantheon.

The God of Thunder was suddenly shocked, because he noticed that the body of this flesh and blood creature had undergone drastic changes. Most of the skin was like a mogu, turning into rock flesh and blood that was the embodiment of the power of pure order. His eyes flickered with eternal energy.

Dissipated electric light.

But...how is this possible?

The last time we met, he was still a completely flesh-and-blood creature!

In shock, the tall and thin flesh and blood, no, it should be said that the messenger of the Pantheon had reversed the weak flesh and blood, slowly stepped forward and walked towards the center of the platform. When passing by him, the God of Thunder felt the gods coming towards him.

breath!

simply……

Like the incarnation of the gods!

The God of Thunder tried his best to control himself and stopped the strong urge to kneel down to this tall and thin figure. He also noticed that for some reason, as the messenger moved forward, thunderclouds continued to gather in the sky, and occasionally there was a streak of thunder.

The horizon instantly lights up the dark sky...

"I said...this division is not good, I want 100%."

The tall and thin figure stood out from the crowd and came to the center of the platform, ignoring the angry gaze that wanted to eat him alive. After standing still, he said indifferently: "Not only that, I also want... your allegiance."

"Bold! Actually..." Wumeng slapped the armrest, stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand to draw the sword of his entourage, and was about to step forward and chop this ugly boy who didn't know the heights and heights of the world, but was stopped by the one-armed Qi Fei on the side.
To be continued...