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"I will double the reward~!" The high priest's words were categorical and his tone was decisive and affirmative, showing his iron-clad determination.
Mr. De Rossi...er, His Majesty Emperor De Rossi, with a sweet smile on his fair face, was the first to applaud.
Under the light, water flashed through his snake-like eyes, as if he was moved to tears by the words of the high priest. He praised loudly: "The high priest is wise. As expected, you are like a great man."
Just like our loving father... No, you are our loving father.
Always caring about us, loving us and guarding us silently.
Under your leadership, we will usher in a new world and a great new era.
Being able to be your assistant is the pride of all of us in the De Rossi Empire. It is our honor and our honor.
Do you think so?"
De Rossi turned his head and scanned the faces of his nobles one by one.
The nobles all grinned secretly.
Although most nobles are shameless, if a person can be so shameless, he still crosses the bottom line of many people.
Just listening to Emperor De Rossi's flattery made many people feel so sick that they couldn't help but want to vomit.
However, standing opposite them was not just De Rossi, but also the most powerful person under the starry sky, as well as a large number of nightmare-like lichs wearing black robes.
At this time, who among them dares to say no?
Might is truth~!
Although this sentence is very fascist, there are always only a handful of heroes who dare to risk life and death and challenge the powerful.
For most people, life is more valuable than the truth.
Although the nobles were all worried and uneasy, they still managed to squeeze out smiles from their stiff faces, and then started to applaud.
With the first one brought along, there will be a second one, a third one...
There was a wave of cheers in the hall.
After a while, the high priest waved his hands modestly. After the applause disappeared, he then smiled and said to the nobles: "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe in the abilities of His Majesty De Rossi. I also believe in the abilities of all the imperial elites.
loyalty.
So, let us join hands to build a great empire on this continent."
On one side, the Semitic generals all had dark faces, looking contemptuously at Emperor De Rossi, who was as triumphant as a villain, and cursed in a low voice in unison.
"Flattery."
"Damn pretty boy."
"Sissy."
"..."
Although their voices were not high-pitched, they were not suppressed deliberately. The whispers reached De Rossi's ears like the buzzing of a honeycomb.
De Rossi's face turned pale, but then he sneered in his heart, and then raised his head high.
The reason why those people are contemptuous is just because they do not have the ability to gain the attention of the high priest. It is just a manifestation of envy, jealousy and hatred.
The high priest had already discovered the dissatisfaction of the generals.
Those Jiujiu warriors lived a life of swords and swords and bloody battlefields. Due to the habits of their special profession, they were all straight-hearted. When they were happy, they drank wine and ate meat. When they were unhappy, they yelled and slashed at each other. They were happy with their grudges.
, simple and direct.
Therefore, all of them curled their lips and wrote "I'm unhappy" clearly on their faces.
Moreover, he could hear clearly all the generals' whispers.
The high priest has been in power for two thousand years and has ruled countless creatures. He has long been accustomed to all kinds of overt and covert arrows and conspiracies. Therefore, he does not mind it in his heart: if he can express his dissatisfaction directly, he will at least be better than those who have ulterior motives and are respectful in person.
.The royal family and nobles who are causing trouble behind the scenes are strong.
The Semitic military power has actually been firmly controlled by the royal family and nobles, and these soldiers and nobles all have the same views.
These bastards don't have much loyalty to the high priest and the undead. They are just not a part of the stable rule of the Semitic people.
The high priest has always been eager to have an army that he can completely trust and be completely loyal to himself.
Therefore, in order to get rid of the constraints of the royal family, he once tried to start anew and build a new army. However, what troubled him was that, like all the ideal and fulfilling plans he had made before, that plan had not achieved much so far.
He had to reconsider winning over these soldiers.
And now is a great opportunity.
This time was different from the past. These soldiers were far away from their homeland, fighting on a strange continent, and they were also far away from the manipulation and control of the Semitic royal nobles.
The high priest looked at these Semitic generals who had just experienced a great war, with a kind expression on his face. He really looked like a loving father preparing to arrange work for his son and said: "This condition is also valid for us Semitic people.
Wherever our soldiers lay down their ground, it will be your land."
The Semitic generals were collectively stunned for a moment, looking at the high priest in front of the throne in surprise. There were expressions of disbelief on all of their faces.
The high priest held it like a pearl of wisdom and said slowly: "Maschinot, Veraplani."
The two generals looked at each other and then walked out.
They took a few steps forward, then raised their hands to salute a military salute, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."
The high priest extended his palm and pointed at the two generals, and said loudly: "You two led the vanguard to defend the Derosi Empire, fought bloody battles, and made great contributions. You are the great heroes of our Semitic tribe."
The high priest paused for a moment and observed the expressions of the two generals. The two generals' faces were all flushed, shining brightly under the light, as if they were coated with lard.
He couldn't help but smile with satisfaction and said: "If you have merit, you should be rewarded, General Maschinault."
"My subordinate is here~!" Maschinault responded loudly, looking at the high priest nervously, expecting his reward in his heart.
"I make you King of Casmonlia."
The high priest's words were so shocking that General Maschinault was stunned on the spot.
You know, someone who can lead the vanguard into battle is also a well-known warrior. Otherwise, he would not face the 200,000 peacekeeping troops attacking the city without any change in his face.
But now, this guy was knocked unconscious by the sudden lightning of happiness.
"Well...I...but..." Maschinault was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He mumbled for a long time before he finally said a complete sentence, "Is Casmonlia still human?"
"Yes," the high priest smiled happily and said, "It will be yours after we capture it. Are you confident?"
"Yes~!" Maschinault shouted, his face flushed with excitement, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy.
This is a real king. He has his own land, his own subjects and people, and he can do whatever he wants. He can rob the food of anyone he wants, and he can sleep with the woman of whomever he wants.
Why compare the royal family and the king... so weak that his *** exploded~!
Maschinault never dreamed that he could become king.
In excitement, he thumped his chest with his right hand and performed a military salute. Then he shouted loudly: "Just ask the high priest to allocate ten war fortresses to me. Three divisions are enough. I guarantee that in half
Take Casmonlia within the month."
The high priest nodded approvingly and said, "Okay, what I want is a manly spirit like yours. That's right."
General Maschinot was overjoyed. He knelt down on one knee, then pulled up the high priest's robe. He gave a pious kiss to the corner of the robe and said in a trembling voice: "I will swear allegiance to His Majesty the throne of God."
The high priest smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction. He raised his hand to signal Maschinot to stand up, and then said: "General Veraplani."
Veerapurani was so excited that his nosebleed.
He was born in a side branch of the royal family. He didn't even have a title. He had to climb up the ladder. Most of it depended on his own ability, and the other half relied on the help of his family. Otherwise, he wouldn't be leading a suicide squad.
Pioneer Army.
I didn't expect the high priest's reward to be so generous.
"I will make you the King of Ripoll, same thing. You need to lead your own people to conquer the country." The high priest said with a smile: "The nobles under your rule will be divided into enfeoffments at your own discretion. I will not interfere."
"He is indeed the king~!" Veraplani said secretly in surprise. He was still uneasy just now, worried about whether his reward would be as generous as Maschinot's. In his heart, it seemed that the high priest was indeed fair.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I despise my position and swear to follow you, the high priest, to the death." Veerapurani expressed his loyalty with a trembling voice.
These soldiers are all rough and tumble, they say whatever they think and their expressions are genuine.
The high priest was very satisfied with his arrangement, promised two kingdoms of land that he had not yet obtained, and roped in two capable generals.
The high priest also believed that after giving them the king's crown, it would be impossible for the Semitic royal nobles to command them.
This also sets a rule.
The king, the high priest himself can seal the throne at will, and of course he can withdraw at will. This is particularly important. In the Semitic tribe, the high priest did not have such great power.
At the beginning, those damn aristocrats were clamoring for free elections, and they made a lot of noise.
The high priest stepped forward and personally helped the two generals up, and said gently: "Your Majesty, please get up."
He shook the two people's hands enthusiastically, then raised his head, looked at the overjoyed Semitic generals at the foot of the steps and said: "From now on, as long as you can fight, I can seal it~!"
A new era is waiting for you to create, and I will encourage you all."
The eyes of the Semitic generals were all glowing green, like evil wolves. Their heads were filled with excitement: "Would you rather have the right kind for the king, the general, and the minister?"
Although everyone is from Qiu Ba, you may be able to earn a crown to wear in the future.
Even if they can't hope for the kingdom, a hereditary noble cannot escape. The high priest has handed over the power of nobility to the two kings. They can be sure that everyone here has a share today.
This was something they had never even dared to think about.
"Celebrate everyone, today is your victory day." The high priest waved his hand slightly, and the enthronement and enfeoffment ceremony officially began.
Suddenly hearing that the high priest had granted the two neighboring countries to the Semitic generals, De Rossi's face instantly turned ugly.
In his grand vision, Ripoll and Casmonlia were part of his great Derosi Empire, but the high priest opened his mouth and gave away what he regarded as his bag to others.
Emperor De Rossi's dream of a great empire was over before it even began.
However, the emperor also knew in his heart that Ripoll and Casmonlia were located in the south and north, which was precisely the purpose of monitoring and trapping his Derosi Empire.
Therefore, when the high priest looked over, Emperor De Rossi's expression changed, and instantly he turned into a harmless smile. He smiled obediently at the high priest.
He looked as docile as a sheep, as if he had met his godfather.
The lively music sounded, the solemn atmosphere in the hall gradually became relaxed, and the beautiful maids walked into the venue carrying wine trays.
A lady in rich and beautiful clothes walked into the hall to the sound of music to greet De Rossi's "liberator" and founder.
The high priest glanced at Hadou in the crowd and nodded to him solemnly.
These various methods of wooing and appeasing are all strategies carefully considered and weighed by Haddou. The high priest himself has little experience in strategizing.
In this regard, Hadou was very cunning and considered every aspect in detail, both to appease the humans and to win over the Semitic army.
I used my skills today and the effect is very good.
"A good counselor is worth a million troops." The high priest secretly sighed in his heart and said: "It is indeed worth spending such a high price to win him over. Edwood has a good taste in people.
The high priest slowly left the hall. He didn't like the atmosphere of banquets and celebrations. After his background disappeared, everyone in the hall let out a long sigh of relief, as if a big stone had been lifted.
With this leader of the undead tribe, the most powerful man under the starry sky, and an old monster who has lived for more than two thousand years, no one can let go.
Until then, no one dared to speak in a normal voice.
His Majesty De Rossi, the newly enthroned emperor, put down his arrogance and took the initiative to find the two new kings to show his courtesy. A group of nobles happily complimented each other.
Hadou was about to leave, and the joyful party in front of him had nothing to do with him.
But Lich Enes quickly took a few steps forward and stopped him.
As soon as the Lich Enes came up, he bowed to the ground and gave a great salute to Hardu. For the proud Lich, this was already the most solemn courtesy.
"Thank you, sir, for saving my life." Lich Enes said sincerely. If it weren't for Hadou's words today, he would definitely have died.
Hadu smiled and accepted the gift calmly. Then he waved his hand and said calmly: "I'm just discussing the matter."
"No, no," Lich Enes shook his head and said anxiously: "I will never forget Sir's kindness. In fact, I have one more thing to ask Sir for help."
Hadu said: "Master, just say it directly."
Lich Enes sighed with a bitter look on his face and said: "The high priest gave me the important task, but I know that I really don't know how to fight. I know that sir is a great man. Please teach me a thing or two. I
I will definitely thank you very much."
"Oh?" Hadu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the lich would also ask for help. He said: "Master, you are welcome. I will do my best to help."
Lich Enes was overjoyed that this famous general was helping him, and at least he knew what he was doing. He enthusiastically grabbed Hadou's arm and said, "Sir, please."
Immediately, he and Hadou walked out of the hall.
Tonight in Ryder City is destined to be a sleepless night.
After the news spread, the whole city fell into a night-long carnival, and the high priest's public speech also spread inside and outside the city.
This news, riding on the breeze and following the electric signal of Feiying Tietong, reached the ears of the big bosses on the mainland as quickly as possible.
Inside the headquarters of Nai'an Venture Capital Company, the small conference room was crowded with disheveled men.
Lorraine also had several buttons of her shirt unbuttoned, and she held a burning cigar between her fingers, the smoke rising slowly.
Others also glanced at Lorraine, holding a cigar in their mouths or in their hands, frowning and thinking hard.
The smoke in the room was as thick as a heavy fog. All the doors and windows in the room were closed tightly, the curtains were drawn, and the lighting was provided by the chandeliers above everyone's heads.
The room was as stuffy as a steamer, and the general managers and analysts of the venture capital company all had a strong smell of sweat and cigarette smoke, which was the smell of their self-deprecating masculinity.
These people all looked tired, obviously they had not rested for a long time.
The large conference table was covered with documents, mixed with ashtrays, cigarette butts, wine glasses and other things, making it look messy.
Beren's eyes were red, there was a short black beard on his chin, his face was haggard, and the circles under his eyes were black. He had not had a good rest for two days and two nights.
Those analysts are no better than him. Whenever there is new news, they have to use the information at hand to get to the bottom of it, dig into the meaning of the incident, and deduce the future development.
"Why did the High Priest of the Undead suddenly become enlightened?" Beren put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and exclaimed with emotion: "If he had been so smart a thousand years earlier, he would have had nothing to do with us."
He grabbed the wine glass with ice cubes and took a sip. He took out a cigar from the box, bit off the head, picked up the lighter on the table, lit it, and took a long puff.
Lorraine's mood was also quite heavy, and she said faintly: "The bottom line is to attack the city, and the top priority is to attack the heart. This is to disintegrate their will to resist."
Lorraine didn't think that the kings on the mainland would be on the same side as him.
Beren nodded with a straight face and said: "You can be sure that there will be many weaklings who will surrender when the enemy army presses on the border."
Lorraine suddenly remembered the image of the puppet army that he had often seen on TV. He sighed softly, and then said: "This time we are going to fight, but not only the Semitic team."
This made Beren particularly frustrated. The thought of using humans against humans made him grit his teeth in hatred, but because they were beyond their reach, they could only watch helplessly now.
The enemy appeared so suddenly. Even if they mobilized their troops to counterattack now, it would still take four months at the earliest from gathering the troops to moving to the front line, enough for the undead tribe to gain a foothold and organize tens of thousands of puppet troops.
"It seems that there are experts around the high priest." Lorraine exhaled a puff of smoke and said dullly.
Although many people think that the enemy is too weak and there is nothing to do, and they wish that the enemy were stronger. But for Sir Alex, when playing games, he likes to squat in the pit to guard the trumpets and corpses. When he sees someone coming with a large army for revenge,
Well, as far as the bad guys in Invincible Hearthstone are concerned, the weaker the enemy, the better.
Beren suddenly scratched his messy hair and said, "Why do I feel that this style looks familiar..."
He seemed to suddenly catch a glimmer of light in his heart for a moment, but he had no clue after thinking about it carefully.
Belen was lying on his back on the chair, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, his hands unconsciously drawing circles on his legs, and his brain was working intensely.
"Like Hadou~!" Beren suddenly jumped up from his chair and blurted out with a strange expression.
The analysts who were discussing turned to look at the general manager in surprise.
Beren slapped his thigh suddenly and shouted: "Yes, it's just like Hadou. It's very similar to Hadou's battle twenty years ago~!"
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