Chapter 1139 Thunder Murder (6,000, ask for a monthly ticket)
~.-~ Chapter 1,139 Thunderous Murderous Intent (6,000, please give me your monthly vote)
"Then I'll leave it to you." From the tone of the man in black, he was obviously relieved.
As an advance team coming from the mainland for support, these dark mages are no better than lichs.
They are industrious, indifferent to grains, and have been used to being served by others all their lives. They have never even thought about the concept of living environment.
When they arrived here, the dark mages suddenly discovered that this place was so bad. Just like the descriptions of barbarians in all legendary novels, there was really nothing.
There was not even a piece of paper or a pen in the poor valley, and the barbarians did not need these things. Let alone tea, toilet paper and other high-end goods.
This made the dark mage who had just arrived feel great inconvenience and even pain.
For example, after they finished defecating and couldn't find toilet paper, they had to learn from the savages and use bricks or tiles to solve the problem at the risk of scratching their rectum and getting sepsis. And because they were too unskilled, they could not move at all.
Just got it on my hands.
For example, when they drank water, they had to use those dirty wooden bowls and cups that were black and black and the original color could not be seen at all.
For example, when they ate, they couldn't use gold and silver knives and forks, and they couldn't eat delicious food. Instead, they had to enjoy the extremely poor cooking skills of those barbarians - large chunks with dripping blood.
, or pieces of meat that have become charred.
Although these people devote themselves to magic and don't care much about food and daily life issues, no matter how good they are, they can't stand such strong food. Either they eat it badly, and they have diarrhea all the time. Or they eat it badly, and they can't hold their stools...
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So after Huck expressed his willingness to go out and buy these things, the dark mages immediately agreed and made a long list of necessities.
It is precisely because of this that this matter was so smoothly approved by the master of Aldheim.
The man in black pulled the list back from the goblin's hand, looked at him with disgust, then carefully twisted the paper with two fingers, shaking the paper as if it was stained with dust.
Even though Goblin Silver Light saw it, he could only curse in his heart, but still had a submissive expression on his face.
"I will go with you," the man in black stared into the goblin's eyes and said in a stern tone: "If any of you dares to play any tricks and leak information about Aldheim, he will be killed without mercy. Understand.
Is it done?"
For the undead, before they launch an attack, the existence of Aldheim must be strictly kept secret, and no rumors can be allowed to be heard by the Rumans.
Goblin Yinguang's waist had been bent like a shrimp. Now he nodded again, his forehead almost hitting the ground, and said in the characteristic flattering voice of goblins: "Yes, Your Excellency, I will do my best to serve you."
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The dark mage glanced at Huck disdainfully and scolded: "And you, too."
Huck was a little reluctant: the new dark mages all obeyed the masters of the sea. Therefore, in the simple heart of the barbarian Huck, he always believed that when it came to the status of the world, these people should be equal to himself.
Level.
However, they behaved like a master and treated him like a slave. This made His Majesty Harker, who claimed to be the elder of Aldheim and the new Emperor of the Empire, very unhappy. After all, there was a real psychological gap here.
It's too big.
But due to the powerful power exuded by the dark mage, he still had to bend down and respectfully said: "Yes, sir, I understand."
"Very good. Get ready. We'll set off tomorrow." The dark mage nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and left the goblin's dirty and crude warehouse.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared into the temple that Huck straightened up, with a disgusted expression on his face, spit out a loud "Bah", and cursed with a slanted mouth: "What the hell~!"
When he turned around, he saw the gentle and submissive look of the goblin. He immediately felt angry and kicked the goblin back, saying bitterly: "You bitch, I am your master."
"Of course, my respected Master Harker." Silverlight screamed in pain, but then he used the professional qualities trained by the goblins to be oppressed for a long time, suppressed the anger in his heart, and made a docile expression.
Huck sat down on the chair again, put on the air of a rich man, and commanded the goblin: "How much money do I have now?"
Without thinking, Yin Guang opened his mouth and replied: "With your support and my management, the property under your name now is 400 kilograms of gold and 160 gems of various sizes."
"So many~!" Huck was shocked and jumped up from his chair in astonishment. He himself was startled by this number and stared at the goblin in surprise: "You earned all this? With those difficult
Dried meat to eat?”
The goblin smiled proudly and said: "We goblins have a proverb, everything has a price."
Huck rubbed his hands excitedly and murmured: "No wonder people say that goblins are born profiteers. It's true."
Then he laughed happily and said: "Take these things with you. You must take them all with you when you leave tomorrow. Do you understand?"
"As you command, I respect Sir Harker." The goblin bowed to the ground.
Huck hummed a vulgar savage tune and walked out happily.
After confirming that he had left, Goblin Silver Light carefully closed the door and bolted it, then leaned against the door panel and took a long breath.
He whispered to himself: "It's done~! Let me just say, my uncle Yinguang is going to take action, there is nothing that can't be solved."
Yin Guang looked at the dark roof, grinned, and let out a silent laugh.
Early the next morning, Silver Light followed a large team and walked out of the gate of Oldham.
Because of the lack of mules and horses, the large amounts of gold, silver and gems could only be transported by people, accompanied by guards. The entire team numbered as many as three to four hundred people.
As the leader, Goblin Silver Light was extremely lucky to get his donkey back.
These days, due to lack of care, the donkey has been starved and emaciated. If the goblin hadn't rescued it in time, it would have fallen into the soup pot.
Although looking at the appearance of the donkey, it seems that it is difficult to move something, but fortunately, the goblin has been starved to skin and bones these days. For that donkey, it is not heavy.
With a donkey for transportation, Goblin Silverlight finally no longer had to endure the hardship of trekking. Huck and the dark mage sat on chairs carried by four people like big shots.
Seeing the city gate of Aldheim closing behind him, Silver Light secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He once thought that he would never be able to get out of this gate again, and would end up like a exhausted barbarian.
For this reason, Silver Light once joked to himself that if he died, he should be the first person buried in Aldheim, because the dark mage probably would not be interested in the corpse of the goblin. And because the meat of the goblin is not good
Eat, so it will definitely not arouse the interest of those hungry barbarians.
Because all the strongest barbarians were selected, the transport team moved very fast, constantly heading south over mountains and ridges.
During the continuous journey of more than ten days, the goblin passed through the tribes he passed through when he came.
But now, these tribes have long been deserted, leaving only traces of fierce battles.
Now foxes and wild wolves have become the masters here, and their figures appear and disappear in the ruins.
Silver Light knew that these tribes had been conquered by the dark wizards of Aldheim. All the barbarians of the tribe were taken into Aldheim and became a man who worked until death and silently dedicated his life to the glory of the Dark Council.
slave.
As you go south, the mountains become gentler and gentler, and the towering peaks reaching into the clouds gradually disappear. Walking in the valley, you can see sunny days without wind and snow from time to time, and feel the warmth of the sun.
The snow on the ground is getting thinner and thinner, and from time to time you can still see an unfrozen river meandering into the distance.
At dusk that day, the dark mage ordered the camp to be set up on the bank of the river valley. The barbarians who had trudged all the way over fell snoring as soon as they fell.
In the early hours of the morning, his small eyes, as silver as soybeans, suddenly opened and he sat up quietly.
The barbarians in a tent were all sleeping, snoring loudly as if they were on the battlefield. But what surprised the goblin himself was that he could actually fall asleep every night during this journey.
Yin Guang carefully observed everyone in the tent and listened to the sounds outside, but there was no unusual sound.
"Very good~!" Yin Guang thought to himself, pulled away the fur on his body, stood up slowly, stepped carefully, stepped over the barbarians one by one, and walked out of the tent.
"Who is it?" The rough and harsh voice of the barbarian came from not far away, and the warrior on duty discovered the goblin immediately.
"Don't do it, it's me, my goblin." Silver's sharp voice said hurriedly.
A tall dark knight walked out of the darkness. The sword in his hand was clearly visible even under the starlight. He looked at the goblin up and down and asked dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing?"
"It's urgent, can you take care of it?" Yin Guang choked him angrily, turned around and walked towards the river.
The Dark Knight snorted and turned back into the darkness.
Yin Guang glanced over as he walked, and when he saw his figure disappear, he took a slow breath.
Then he felt the stones under his feet, limped to the river, opened several layers of thick clothes, and squatted down.
Two rough clay bottles slipped from his chest and fell into the goblin's hands.
Yin Guang turned back to confirm again, then threw the pottery bottle into the river, then clasped his hands together, like a devout believer, praying secretly in his heart: "Lovely fishermen, I know that you guys have been giving birth to sons without buttholes.
They are all secretly using Juehu.com, so...
You should think this time is to accumulate some evil virtue for your son who has no asshole, but you must, must, must get the bottle~!
This is my hope for survival, sir."
"What's the sound?" The Dark Knight suddenly asked sternly behind the goblin.
Yin Guang shivered in fright and almost fell to the ground.
But then he calmly turned his head and said: "Fish will jump out of the water occasionally, didn't you know?"
The Dark Knight frowned and was about to continue asking when he suddenly heard an unbearable stench. He glared at the goblin with disgust, turned around and left quickly.
After waiting for a while, thinking that the bottle had drifted far away, Yin Guang then touched his butt that was already covered with frozen wood, staggered away from the river bank with his numb legs, and lay back in his strange-smelling bed.
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Throwing the drift bottle is the only solution that Goblin Silver Light can think of at the moment.
The small rivers in the valley will eventually merge into a big river, which flows into the Ruman Empire from north to south. If you are lucky, the bottle thrown by the goblin will be caught by a fisherman's net.
As long as the fishermen open them out of curiosity, the contents will definitely tempt them to send the bottles to the Flying Eagle Group.
There, someone can understand the great significance of this drift bottle.
During the next section of the journey, whenever they camped by the river for the night, the goblins would quietly drop one or two bottles, praying that they would flow safely into the river.
Another night, when the goblin finished all this, clapped his hands and was about to stand up and leave, a ball of miserable green light suddenly rose behind him, illuminating the river bank near the goblin.
"Oops, I've been discovered." Yin Guang's heart went blank for a moment, and his mind was frightened and stagnated.
Silver's neck seemed to be rusty, and he turned his head little by little. Not far behind him, the dark mage led dozens of people to block all the goblin's escape routes.
The dark mage rose into the air, gliding over the river and sucking up the bottle dropped by the goblin from the water.
A dark knight walked past the goblin with a sneer, kicked the goblin over, and stepped heavily on Yin Guang's back. Yin Guang felt so uncomfortable that his stomach was about to be squeezed out of his throat.
The Dark Knight laughed proudly, looked at the silver light with contempt, and said: "Grandson, I have been watching you for a long time. As long as you are by the river, you come to poop in the middle of the night. How can there be such a coincidence? Go to hell.
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As he spoke, the dark knight raised his sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the goblin's head.
"It's over..." Goblin Silver Light wailed, closed his eyes and waited for death.
"Wait a minute~!" Huck suddenly shouted urgently.
The goblin opened his eyes and saw the tip of the sword landing between his eyebrows. In a tenth of a second, his life would be decided.
Everyone looks at Huck being born.
But even Huck was stunned. He didn't know why he said this suddenly. Seeing the dark mage looking at him with emotionless eyes, Huck shrank his neck in fright. It felt like he was being beaten by a
The highly venomous King Cobra stares at the same.
Huck hesitated for a moment, looked at the ashen-looking goblin, and plucked up the courage to say, "Sir, this bitch is still useful to us, we can't kill him for the time being."
The dark mage hesitated for a moment, and Goblin Silver Light felt that he had never been so nervous before. The seconds seemed like years, nervously waiting for him to pronounce his fate.
Finally the dark mage shook his head.
The dark knight who trampled the goblin under his feet smiled cruelly and raised his sword again.
Haha pulled the dark mage and begged: "Sir, please think again, without him our trip would have been in vain."
Goblin Yin Guang's brain was spinning at the speed of light. Just when the sword was about to fall, Yin Guang suddenly had an idea in his mind and shouted: "I am Prime Minister Russell's secret agent. Kill me, Ruman Empire."
He will avenge me, long live the Ruman Empire~!"
Goblin Silver Light shouted a slogan at the top of his lungs, then closed his eyes with a generous and righteous expression on his face.
"Stop~!" The dark mage's eyes lit up and he shouted hurriedly.
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In the afternoon, the wind suddenly picked up.
The strong wind roared, and countless dark clouds surged from the sky like waves. The inky black clouds continued to gather and piled up over the Imperial City of Akadrin.
In a short time, the dark clouds had completely blocked the sun. The ground became so dark that it was almost impossible to see.
The dark clouds were getting denser and denser. They were like a huge boulder in the sky, hanging above everyone's heads. They also weighed on everyone's hearts, making them almost breathless.
Immediately, there was a dull thunderous sound deep in the dark clouds.
Everyone who noticed this couldn't help but feel frightened: winter has not passed yet, but there was thunder, which seemed a bit strange.
Those who were still outside involuntarily stepped up their pace and ran towards their homes.
On a high tower outside the Imperial City of Akadelin, a thin shadow was standing in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking at the spectacular scenery of rolling dark clouds and dark horses.
There was a large table not far behind his back, with some documents piled up in a mess on the table.
Through the pale white magic light beside the table, you can clearly see the seals with the word 'Top Secret' stamped on the headers of those documents. The bright red font is shocking.
The document on the top of the table has been mostly opened. If anyone is curious and leans over and takes a closer look, he will clearly see the writing on it.
"... Due to the limited property and material resources of the empire. In addition, most of the empire's resources are tilted towards the undead. Last year alone, various materials worth up to 59 million gold coins were delivered to the undead.
.This alone has accounted for three-fifths of the empire’s national resources.
Due to the unreasonable increase in production requirements, copper mines and coal mines had to increase the intensity of labor, causing slaves and prisoners to frequently riot, resulting in a sharp drop in production...
Roads everywhere are chronically poorly maintained...
Soldiers' equipment and equipment cannot be effectively replenished...
The performance of warships from various shipyards is lagging behind, and they are far unable to compete with the human race's Galen warships...
The Academy of Magical Sciences still cannot master and copy human artillery technology...
In summary……
It is impossible for the empire to mobilize enough troops to launch a cross-sea expedition in July next year, before the arrival of the monsoon season.
After careful emergency closed-door discussions by the Senate, we jointly put forward important suggestions to the Dark Council: In order to focus on the overall future, in order to destroy the rule of the evil human race in one fell swoop, let the great demon rule the world again, and complete my countless
Our ancestors sacrificed their lives and spilled their blood. Therefore, is it possible to postpone the invasion by one year so that our clan can have sufficient preparation time?
Co-signers: Prime Minister, Macarin, Saschi, Minister of Finance Yuri Ivanov, Minister of Agriculture...
There are a lot of names at the back.
No matter which one of those names is thrown out and farted casually, the entire imperial city will tremble.
But at this time, the documents with the signatures of these big names are just piled here haphazardly, just a little higher than the toilet paper used to wipe butts. The main reason for this is because they are too hard.
This can't help but make people feel a little strange. People can't help but guess the identity of the owner here.
But it is a pity that the man kept looking out the window and did not look back. Therefore, there is no way to know who this saint is.
At this time, the wind became more and more fierce. The wind passed over the treetops and made a sharp and piercing whistle.
At this moment, the entire Imperial City of Arkadelin was completely silent, and the entire city seemed to be dead.
At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps was heard.
Immediately afterwards, the door was gently pushed open.
A young man in uniform walked in silently.
I saw the man by the window deep in thought, so he didn't make a sound, but stood by the table with his hands tied, silent, and waited quietly.
The man standing at the window remained silent, and there was silence in the entire room.
I don’t know how long it took, but the man standing at the window seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly turned around and asked softly: "Are you all ready?"
Through the pale white magic light, you can clearly see the face of the man, who is none other than the chief disciple under the high priest, Cameron.
Looking at the other party's cold eyes, the young man couldn't help but feel chilled. He couldn't say the words he had prepared. In the end, he could only nod reluctantly.
Cameron was silent for a moment, hesitating in his heart, but then his eyes fell on the document placed in the middle of the table, and he became furious again.
These damn bureaucrats~!
They usually take bribes, take bribes and bend the law, and do all kinds of evil. The Dark Council is not unaware of it. It just thinks that they are their own dogs, so as long as they don't do too much, they will always turn a blind eye. But now...
But now, these guys dare to resist the high priest's order, and they put all the blame on the great undead.
You know, the high priest's invasion plan has been prepared for five hundred years, and it must not be changed again.
Moreover, through Cameron's contact with Semitic officials during this period, he also clearly understood the habit of "muddling along" among these bureaucrats.
As long as they nod slightly and agree to postpone the plan to next year, then next year, they will find various reasons to postpone the plan to the year after that. And then they will postpone it endlessly year after year.
And at the same time, they will secretly laugh at their own ignorance and incompetence behind their backs...
Thinking of this, his originally cold heart became even more cruel, and he softly uttered a few words: "That's it, let's start..."
As his voice fell, there was a sudden loud bang. Then a red light flashed in the dark clouds, dyeing the entire world red, and then disappeared in an instant.