The first thousand three hundred and eleven chapters 007 choose another day to die (continued,)
"We are sent by the devil~!"
The other party said this sentence proudly. Just read the novel
"Demon...Demon God, you are demons~!" The barbarian Taibo widened his eyes and cried out in surprise.
Although he is a barbarian living in the mountains, it does not mean that he knows nothing about the world. On the contrary, as a famous warrior in the tribe, Taibo has a deep understanding of the Ruman people.
Moreover, he also knew that the high priest of the undead and the demons were the most terrifying enemies of the Ruman people. This book
The Battle of Aldheim, which caused a sensation in the entire Snowy Mountains a few months ago, was caused by the Undead.
The undead slaughtered hundreds of thousands of barbarians, but were ultimately defeated at the hands of their barbarian coalition.
It was that battle that greatly weakened the strength of their barbarians. Therefore, when they faced Ruman's invasion, they were unable to gather enough troops and naturally had no ability to fight back.
In this sense, the demons and their barbarians are also enemies.
But for Taibo, he does not hate the undead. The devils of Aldheim did not kill their tribe. It was the Rumans who destroyed his homeland.
Barbarians have always had a clear distinction between grudges and grudges.
"No, we are Semites," the gorgeously dressed leader said slowly with his hands behind his back and looking at the mountains in the distance.
His words were not so much an explanation to Tai Bo as a statement made to this land by the excitement he felt after setting foot on the coast - although we once retreated from here, a thousand years later, we will set foot again.
On this land~!
Immediately, he glanced at Taibo with disgust and said nonchalantly: "Kill him."
That tone was like strangling an ant to death.
The soldier next to him agreed, then gave a ferocious laugh, then raised his long sword high, waved it half a circle above his head, aimed at Taibo's neck, and prepared to chop off his head with one sword - the leader watched from the side.
, work naturally needs to be done cleanly and beautifully.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Taibo rolled his eyes and said anxiously: "Ruman is also my enemy. I can help you. I can help you."
The soldier couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the leader.
The leader looked at Taibo up and down with disdain and said, "You? What are you for?"
"I...I can lead you. I know the shortest way from here to Ruman." Taibo shouted loudly: "I also know where their passes are."
With the help of the gleaming sword next to him, Taibo found that his brain worked exceptionally well. Even he was a little surprised.
A Semitic general next to him took a step forward and said: "Sir, keep him alive. He is considered a local. No matter what, he is still better than a dog."
The leader shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Then keep it."
The soldier next to him immediately picked up Taibo unceremoniously and tied him up like a rice dumpling. Then he patted his shoulder and grinned at Taibo. This book
A dark mage wrapped in a black robe flew down from the war fortress and landed in front of everyone.
All the Semitic generals stood upright, then saluted respectfully and said respectfully: "I have met Master Marcel."
The black-robed lich snorted arrogantly and did not return the greeting.
However, the Semitic generals did not dare to be angry. The leading general said politely: "Please inform Master Herod that we will be arriving soon and he can start the arrangement."
"I'll set off right now." Lich Marcel glanced at him, nodded slowly, then changed his tone, and told the Semitic generals in a sharp voice, "This operation is related to the throne of the high priest.
As for the big plan, you must rush to Ruman as soon as possible, don't take it lightly."
The generals nodded solemnly and said in unison: "All glory goes to the great throne of God~!"
Lich Marcel nodded with satisfaction, his expression softened, and he said with a smile: "After the victory, I will personally recommend you as the emperor of Xinruman in front of the high priest."
The generals' eyes lit up and their faces showed joy. They bowed to the lich Marcel and said, "Thank you, Master, for your support."
Lich Marcel chuckled, letting out a burst of laughter that was as harsh and unpleasant as rubbing glass. He waved his hand and jumped onto the war fortress, then quickly rose up and disappeared behind the clouds.
Watching the lich Marcel disappear into the clouds, the leader of the Semitic tribe stood up straight, then flicked the cloak behind him and shouted loudly: "You have all heard it, glory and wealth are in this battle.
Now, unload the ship, we must get out of the snowy mountainous area within half a month."
Everyone agreed loudly and then dispersed.
In the distance, countless ships are rushing towards the shore, and many nearby ships have begun to unload people. From a distance, the entire coastline is crowded with people and covered with dense black spots.
There were originally hundreds of thousands of barbarians living in the Snowy Mountains, but due to the massacre of the undead and the conquests of the Ruman Empire, they were almost wiped out.
After conquering the barbarians, the Ruman Empire army withdrew from this area, leaving a blank blind spot for monitoring the Spirit Ring.
Therefore, the Semitic army can easily land on the beach here without anyone noticing. Once their army breaks out of the snowy mountains, it will be like a dagger tempered with venom, piercing the Ruman Empire.
On the back... With a crisp and sweet ringing sound, the goblin Jini and the silver light slowly woke up from their sweet sleep.
He opened his yellow eyes and stared vaguely at the luxurious golden tasseled tent above his head. He couldn't figure out where he was for a moment.
After a few seconds, he woke up and whispered to himself: "Oh, I am in Ruman."
Yin Guang touched the smooth blanket covering her body intoxicated, narrowed her eyes involuntarily, giggled, and said: "This is not a dream. This is really not a dream..."
The early morning sunlight shines through the open window into the goblin's silver bedroom. In that golden ray of sunlight, you can clearly see the floating dust floating slowly.
The light breeze stirred the white window screens, swaying and dancing gently in the air. At the same time, it also blew in bursts of floral fragrance. Beside the wall were gorgeous furniture inlaid with gold and silver, standing on one side to the height of a human.
It can be said to be a huge mirror.
The table is covered with beautiful glass wine bottles, and in the middle vase are some beautiful bouquets of flowers, with a few crystal clear dewdrops on them...
There is a thick dark red carpet on the ground, and the complicated patterns woven on it can be seen at a glance. It was brought from the distant East. This book
When you step on it, your ankles can almost be submerged.
Seeing this, Yin Guang couldn't help but moan happily: "Heaven..."
Even though he had been living here for several months, every time he opened his eyes, he still couldn't believe that this was the life of him, a goblin who grew up beside the dirty sewers in the lower city.
This one bedroom alone is twice as large as the house where his family lived in his hometown, and the drafty house in his hometown was crowded with more than a dozen goblins from three generations.
"My mother must not believe it." Yin Guang murmured.
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.
"Pah, pah, pah..." The sound is not loud, but it is enough for the people in the room to hear clearly. Just by accurately grasping the knock on the door, you can know who the knocker is.
Well trained.
With the silver light saying "come in", the door was quietly opened, and a neatly dressed butler with a serious expression walked in, followed by two young and pretty maids.
He placed a black formal suit in his hand on the goblin's bedside, then bowed and said respectfully: "Good morning, sir."
He has a serious attitude and a deep voice. He looks like a professional housekeeper who has received many years of professional training and has obtained several CET-4 and CET-6 professional certificates.
In Ruman City, having such a butler who understands aristocratic etiquette not only costs a lot of money, but also has extremely strict status restrictions.
In the past, these were not out of reach for Yin Guang. He had never even heard of them. But now...
Although it is impossible to hire two or three housekeepers, Uncle Yinguang can still afford to hire such a housekeeper.
Yin Guang said a carefree "Hmm", jumped off the bed, then stood on the ground, raised his hands, and was served by the maid, who helped him change into clothes.
The butler asked in a low voice from the side: "Fresh milk, cheese and bacon are prepared for you for breakfast. The carriage is already waiting in front of the door. Do you have any other instructions?"
Yin Guang waved his hand, the butler bowed and walked out of the room backwards.
A few minutes later, a freshly washed Yin Guang sat in front of his more than ten-foot-long dining table, watching several male servants place breakfast in front of him like water.
The butler held a gold plate in his hand, with today's morning newspaper on it, which had been carefully ironed and made extremely clean and tidy.
Moreover, when ironing, I lightly sprinkled some spices. When I opened the newspaper, not only did there not be a trace of the choking smell of ink, but it also had a tangy aroma.
A servant picked up the snow-white napkin, gently shook it out, spread it on his chest, and then tied the two ends around his neck skillfully.
Although this looks a bit like a nouveau riche, because most nobles put the napkins on their legs when eating, but the goblin tried it a few times and found that when eating, the greasy napkins and the old man accidentally shed them.
The drool stained his beautiful velvet top.
Therefore, after paying high fees for professional laundry several times, he had to give up that method with regret.
Another servant cut the food and put it on a beautiful white porcelain plate in front of the silver light.
Yin Guang lowered his head and looked at the porcelain plate and giggled: In the past, their family worked hard all their lives, but the money they earned was not enough to buy a plate.
Now, Mr. Yin Guang can buy two sets of this kind of thing at once and use one set to destroy the other. Without him, Yin Guang is now a superior person.
While casually flipping through the newspaper and eating breakfast slowly, when he saw the battle report about Maple Leaf Danlin, Goblin Yinguang sneered, pointed at the newspaper and said to his butler: "The demon clan is really stupid.
"
The housekeeper bowed slightly and said with a smile: "What I said is absolutely true."
That attitude is impeccable.
The goblin laughed, pushed the plate, pulled off the napkin around his neck, stood up, tucked a few newspapers under his arm, grabbed the collar of his suit, and said, "Go to work."
The butler took off the silver hat and cane from the coat rack, held them in his hands and followed the silver light out of the room.
At the foot of the steps outside the hall, a luxury carriage handmade by the Flying Eagle Group was already waiting at the foot of the steps. The carriage was pulled by four magnificent white horses, their coats shiny and spotless.
The butler opened the door, and the coachman hurriedly put down his footstool and watched the goblin steadily get on the carriage.
At this time, Flint also jumped up, sat down opposite the silver light, forced a stiff smile on his gloomy face, and said dryly: "Good morning, sir."
Looking at Flint's slate-gray face, Silver Light was instantly pulled back to reality. Only then did he remember that he was a double agent controlled by a dark mage. The dark mage opposite could kill him at any time~!
Yin Guang nodded to him with a stern face, too lazy to say anything.
Lorraine personally took action and sneaked into Aldheim, the city of the undead in the Snowy Mountains, to bring him back safely, but Silver Light vowed to become the man who became the Pirate King... Bah, bah, bah, he wanted to become an ace spy. So,
, he chose to continue to lurk.
Later, when the Imperial Crusade Army came to kill him, he went through a lot of hard work and finally contacted the Prime Minister. In the end, he was rewarded and was transferred back to Ruman City by the Prime Minister for re-employment, and he lived a happy life.
Seriously speaking, his identity is extremely complicated. First of all, he is the intelligence officer of the Prime Minister. Secondly, he is the secret agent of the demons to infiltrate Ruman. Finally, he is the intelligence officer of Naian Venture Capital Company to infiltrate the demons.
A senior agent of the Internet. An ace spy codenamed 007.
The servants are already familiar with Mr. Flint and his deputy, Goblin Silverlight. This guy usually lives here, but he has a weird personality and doesn't let anyone enter his room, and he is not liked by the servants.
The door closed with a bang, the coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage started slowly. The horses' hooves stepped on the bluestone pavement, making a crisp sound.
The housekeeper led a group of servants and all bowed to see their master off.
Sitting in the carriage, Yin Guang picked up the newspaper and put it in front of his face, deliberately not looking at Flint's stinky face. The carriage drove out of the green courtyard and turned onto a quiet street with two sides on both sides.
It is a spacious and quiet courtyard, a standard upper-class noble community.
Exiting this avenue, the carriage squeezed into the crowded main road of Ruman City.
Although this road that runs through Ruman City is dozens of meters wide, it is still crowded with dense crowds of people and vehicles. The silver carriage can only move slowly in the traffic flow.
The silver light shines through the car window, looking at the spectacular and prosperous Ruman City outside. On both sides of the road are the most famous commercial streets in the empire, with gorgeously dressed people walking in and out.
This is the center of the world. Yin Guang sighed with satisfaction. Only by being a rich and powerful person here can you know what life is.
Every convenience he can think of can be provided by someone, provided he has enough gold coins in his pocket.
"Soon, soon..." Flint, who was sitting opposite, suddenly muttered twice.
"What did you say?" Yin Guang put down the newspaper and looked at him in surprise.
Flint looked at the goblin with a sneer of contempt and said: "Soon, this place will belong to us."
The goblin laughed dryly, put the newspaper up in front of his face, and thought to himself: Is there something going on? These people have been acting weird lately...
Twenty minutes later, a luxury carriage carrying silver light stopped at the door of a gray building. The guard in front of the door eagerly ran up and opened the door, bowed and saluted, and said: "Good morning, sir."
Goblin Yinguang hummed like a big shot, held on to his cane, which was smaller than others, took four square steps, and walked leisurely into the courtyard.
"Hi, brother Yinguang." A big fat man who was three times taller than the goblin walked over with a smile, bent down in front of him, and patted Yinguang's shoulder hard with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan.
Yin Guang smiled bitterly and said: "Lord Longier."
This old guy says hello like this every time, as if he wants to drive himself into the ground like a nail.
"He must have done it on purpose," Yin Guang secretly cursed in his heart, then pretended to be happy and said, "You're so early too."
"I'll tell you secretly, I spent last night in the rose garden." Longier leaned down and smiled mysteriously, showing a look that any man would understand.
"My lord, you are still as charming as before." Yin Guang flattered with a smile.
"Are you really not going?"
Yin Guang shrugged helplessly and said: "You have time, you know, during the war, there are tasks from above, and the Prime Minister is pressing for them."
"Oh, what a pity." Longier touched his chin and shook his head regretfully.
Of course Yin Guang knew where the Rose Garden was, and he had even been there once. However, when the owner of the Rose Garden vaguely told Lord Yin Guang that they could provide beautiful goblin girls, Yin Guang was so frightened that he never dared to do so again.
Take half a step there.
If Sha Jin knew what he was doing here, his good days in Ru Man would be over.
However, when dreaming back at midnight, Goblin Yinguang couldn't help but dream about what kind of wife he would marry after he became famous, at least not as good as the beautiful goblin girl he had a crush on before.
The crowds who passed by Silver Crown greeted him one after another, and some even came over to say hello to the goblin, joking affectionately and laughing.
Although this goblin is ugly and vulgar, looking like a monkey in human clothes, he is a popular figure in front of Prime Minister Russell, and a figure whom the Prime Minister has personally met and encouraged.
In this building of the Intelligence Department, few people are treated like goblins.
Enter the hall paved with marble, turn right and go up the stairs, and after passing through two doors, you will find the Goblin Silver Room.
There is a golden sign posted on the door, which says "Commissioner of the Northern Intelligence Center". This is Goblin Yinguang's position here. He is an upper-middle-class person in this intelligence building, with a ranking of about a dozen.
In this city of Ruman, where there are more officials than dogs, he is considered the number one figure.
The office is divided into two rooms: an inner one and an outer one. In the outer room are the goblin's subordinates, a total of twelve people.
Inside is the goblin's own room, surrounded by beige wallpaper and hanging with several famous oil paintings.
On the other side is a bookcase several meters long, filled with thick tomes.
The beautiful female secretary has already cleaned the Goblin's office. The large mahogany desk that can roll around is very shiny, and there is already a cup of steaming black tea on the table.
The goblin took off his coat and hung it on the shelf. He walked to his thick leather swivel chair and sat down. He took a long breath and patted the table with his hands. Everything was prepared just right. The documents and pen and ink were at his hand.
.
Such was the quality of the empire's top bureaucracy.
The secretary was reporting the day's schedule and important work to the goblin when the office door suddenly opened with a bang, and Flint strode in with an excited expression on his face.
The secretary had long been accustomed to Flint's unannounced intrusions. She rolled her eyes at him angrily, turned around and left while wrapping the documents.
"What's the matter?" Yin Guang leaned on the soft back of the chair, crossed his hands on his chest, and said impatiently.
Flint stepped forward and grabbed the goblin, roughly picked him up from his seat, dragged him out, and said impatiently: "The mentor is calling, follow me~!"!!!