Chapter 981: Want to attack? Give me enough compensation first!
"The Glorious Holy See is also our enemy."
The two parties sat down in front of the statue. Archmage Baierbo sat at the head of his side and held up the drink brought by the maid. It was red, purple, turbid, and exuded a fresh and sweet smell. He did not drink it, but held it in his hand.
In hand, straight to the point:
"So, we are willing to fight side by side with your country and fight against the invaders. May I ask how far the war is progressing now?"
The leaders of the Eagle Country looked at each other. Finally, the man wearing a golden crown and holding a golden staff, who called himself Tratoani, coughed and took up the topic:
"They launched an unprecedented offensive. Those white ghosts gathered the traitors around them and launched an army of hundreds of thousands to attack us. Now, their army has climbed to the plateau and is marching towards the capital...
"
I need a map. It's best to have a real-time, dynamic map with terrain and landforms marked. The armies of both sides are marked with red and blue colors. You can hit them with one click of the mouse... Gretel faced forward upright, his eyes distracted.
, complaining silently.
Archmage Baierbo obviously also wanted to complain. However, as the main talker, he had to maintain his demeanor and said calmly:
"We need more detailed information. Topography, landforms, number of enemies, who are the masters of the enemy... With this information, we can go out with you to jointly annihilate the enemy."
"Of course, of course." Tratoani nodded repeatedly. He raised his hand, and the two White Eagle warriors turned out from the corner of the palace and carried it up to a huge wooden frame.
On the soil in the wooden frame, red, white, blue, and thick and thin lines of various colors crisscrossed each other. Gretel wanted to give up after just one glance:
You call this a map?
Is this called a map?
There is already a lot of soil, do you dare to just make a sand table?
Archmage Baierbo frowned slightly. He waved his hand casually, and the large blue area near the royal city was immediately covered with waves, rippling slightly:
"Is this the lake around us?"
"yes."
With another wave, the soil rose and a small viaduct was erected in the air:
"Is this the mountain next to it?"
"yes."
"Here...are they all mountains?"
Damn it, this native map is too crude... It's better to just launch the airship and scan everywhere!
Gretel was complaining in his mind while peeking at his senior brother from time to time:
On the collar of Archmage Baierbo, an opal collar pin as big as the Heart of the Ocean glows slightly. As the body moves, the arc-shaped, cross-star and strip-shaped light bands are constantly changing. Around the opal, there is a circle of fine fragments.
The diamonds flicker faintly, bright and dark.
Gretel always felt that the lapel pin was a scanner. It could not only take pictures of the sand table, the faces of people in the hall, and maybe also record them. It could also scan the nature of the power and send it back to the airship...
His feeling was right. This magical device, which solidified a series of magics such as [Mystical Eye] and had the functions of photography, sound transmission, and scanning, was transmitting every movement in the hall back to the airship.
At this moment, a group of magicians gathered in the hall of the airship, all talking:
"This map is too rough. Anyone in the parliamentary army who dares to command a battle with such a rough map will be beaten to death by the superiors!"
"We might as well just use magic to sweep around. Send the invisible servant out, fly around with the secret eye, and the surrounding terrain will be covered."
"Wake up, without the support of the mage tower, the invisible servant cannot fly hundreds of miles...or should we find a magic node to stop the ship?"
"Everyone, be quiet! The Archmage will discuss it with them!"
Next to Archmage Baierbo, Archmage Hines's bone-white robe was also fluttering gently, and from time to time a bit of pale color floated up from the surface of the dark fabric.
If there were any ghosts buried in the bone robe, Gretel would not be surprised at all if he helped scan the records.
He looked around, quietly turned on [Detection Magic], and input everything he saw in his meditation vision into the meditation core. Let the light man, oh no, let the neuron computer store, analyze, and process...
In short, record as much as you can!
Everyone is constantly discussing, analyzing, communicating, and exchanging information. The eyes of the Eagle God and the Snake God are overlooking the temple, and in a place that cannot be seen by human eyes or heard by human ears, two consciousnesses are communicating rapidly.
:
"These people here are very strong...very strong."
"Yes, it's too strong...hiss...I feel that they can cause damage to me...that person with similar strength to you can hurt me...hiss...that person with power similar to mine
, if he swallows me, he will become stronger..."
"Drive them away?"
"It's too late... It's too late. To drive them away now, we need to use all our strength... Hiss... My hunch is that the white ghosts are more vicious than them and will destroy us and kill us all... us and them
Let’s talk…”
"Give them the gold and jewelry promised earlier...Give them whatever they want...but keep them away...must stay away..."
As soon as the god had an idea, the golden eagle warriors and female snakes immediately received the order. Soon, baskets of gold, silver, and jewelry were delivered to the steps of the hall. Tratoani grew up
He stood up and pointed at the door with his golden staff:
"Distinguished guests, according to the previous agreement, we will use a life-size golden statue as a reward for your participation in the battle. This is the first batch of gold to prove our sincerity. In addition, we have a small request...
"
He faced the bottom of the temple, his eyes far away, as if he were overlooking the thousands of people in the kingdom, feeling their fear and sorrow:
"The behemoth you are riding on is so huge that it frightens the people of the Eagle Country for no reason. In order to appease them, can you please move the behemoth to another place?"
The two archmages exchanged glances. Gretel quietly pricked up his ears: It seemed, as if, he heard something?
He listened intently, shook his head again, but still didn't hear anything. He glanced sideways, and the long bone edges and skin on the side of Serira's cheek flashed away, and returned to the shape of the pointed elf ears. It was obvious that
, she also heard something just now...
"Promise him! Promise him!"
"Let us choose our own place!"
There was a lot of shouting in the airship. Archmage Mansfield, who was presiding over the discussion, made a "whisper" gesture, lit up the magic tool matching the opal lapel pin, and whispered a few words. Archmage Baierbo was silent.
nod:
"We are here to assist you, not to disturb your peace. If you want to move, of course you can, but"
"However, first of all, we need to choose the place ourselves." Archmage Heins added coldly with a swollen white face:
"Secondly, we hope that you will show enough sincerity. Our school has a magician who has been illegally imprisoned by your country for half a year and has suffered great losses. You should compensate for this."
All eyes fell on Chihuakoto. Under the gaze of everyone, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly agreed:
"Of course, of course. In this matter, the female snake Nilka acted recklessly. She has been punished and has been revoked from the title of female snake, deprived of the snake god's gift, and demoted to a mid-level priestess."
She carefully observed the words and expressions, and looked at the face of Archmage Heins. However, a senior necromancer was deeply entangled with death, and it was not possible for her to tell his mood just by looking at his face. She paused.
Be cruel:
"If that mage is willing to accept it, we can send her over as his maid."
Huh?
Grete quickly pricked up his ears. If Linn was in front of him, he would have to make some jokes, saying that the love affair is not over yet...
But forget it if he's not here. That female snake has a bad personality and doesn't have a clear mind. It's best not to send it here. I hope the Archmage will block it for him.
"No."
Archmage Heins said coldly. He turned his gaze and looked at the condor statue on the upper right, his gaze profound. In a daze, Gretel even felt that he saw the soul of the Eagle God through the statue:
"When the mage was imprisoned, his magic pet tried his best to escape and reported to him for help. During the escape, he was attacked and a piece of his penis was torn off."
Light rose up in his hand, and the image of Mr. Trocca appeared:
"Before talking about aid and fighting side by side, we hope that your country can return the parts that were taken from it and restore it to integrity."
Neither the Golden Eagle leader nor Chihuakoto nor Tratoani dared to answer this request. The leaders stood up and knelt in front of the statue and prayed lowly. For a moment, a light suddenly lit up on the statue of the Eagle God.
Blockbuster golden light:
"My God said that when he noticed that there was a strange thing running away, he personally attacked and tore off a piece of the thing. But the thing that was torn off was not big. After swallowing it, it has disappeared now and cannot be spit out."
What?
Gretel sat up straight. Can't spit it out? If he can't spit it out, what should Mr. Trocca do?
Is this injury just in vain?
"My God said that he can repair the power of the aberration, but it will require a lot of his divine power. Currently, he hopes to do this after the war is over, so as not to affect the battle against the 'White Ghost'..."
What?
Do we have to wait until after the war?
Do you want to go back on your word?
"Grete, what do you think?"
"Gretel, what do you think?"
In the spiritual connection, two consecutive inquiries came. Gretel turned his head. Archmage Baierbo and Archmage Heins looked at him at the same time, with a look of inquiry in their eyes. What? Ask me?
Shouldn't I ask Lynn?
Gray calmed down and realized that as the person Lin En was following, he was the one who could make the decision for Lin En on this occasion. He took a deep breath, his face became serious, and he asked back through the spiritual connection:
"I don't really want to agree... Will they treat Mr. Trocca's treatment as a bargaining chip in negotiations... If they don't agree to the conditions, they won't be treated..."
"Oh, don't worry about that." Archmage Baierbo replied lightly:
"We can still suppress these two indigenous gods. If you don't agree, we'll beat Gretel, and you can choose the one you want."
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