"You are the president of the Steam Puppet Warlock Association." Old man Keshava said with dull eyes.
"Exactly." The bare-butt dwarf turned up his nose and said: "My name is Dicko Longkodo Picdo. I am a member of the Ekbatana Presbyterian Church in the Volcanic Country (the only one among the elders without a beard. ), the spiritual leader of the steam golem warlock, the chief steam engineer of the submarine ship 'Saint Jonah'. More importantly...the glorious staff-wielding entourage of Baron Jonah."
Jonah smiled bitterly and said: "It turns out that the person you are looking for is always in front of you... Why don't you tell me your true identity. Mr. Picdot, the president of the association is not a shameful title."
"Please call me Longkodo. No. Or call me Dicko. No. Whatever you like. Captain." The dwarf ran over and saluted: "Floresans don't like to deal with humans. Even if they are ten I have never attended the meeting of the Second Council Leader. This ghost alliance is nothing. If these bad guys dare to bully you, the two hundred 'Jerboas' mechas on the submarine will blow them all into a hornet's nest. Not to mention we still have fifteen combat golems. Plus the 'Fire Worshiper' armed golem hidden in the bilge. You must know that the 'Fire Worshiper' is the highest crystallization of the steam golem technology in the Volcano Kingdom. In thousands of years, we have only built this ultimate golem. It has not been used for many years. In order to help the Baron conquer the northern continent, we secretly transported it here. In order to store this big thing, it is also special. I found an eighth-level space magician to help me."
What the dwarf said caused a slight commotion in the conference room. The veins on Keshava's face visibly jumped twice. When he helped Ekbatana conquer the active volcano, Jonah knew that these dwarves had very strong fighting power. Their The Golem Troops are an invincible force that any country fears. However, the boy did not know about the "Fire Worshipers". As for the astonishing combat power stored on the ship, he had just learned about it.
Keshava cleared his throat and said: "Well, now that the voting results are clear, the proposal of Ypsilon Crocodile has been rejected. Everyone has no objections."
No one spoke. Their eyes were focused in the direction of the Sichuan crocodile. "Whatever. Whatever..." the Archon muttered to himself. His body became more and more stooped. His whole body was trembling. His sharp teeth rubbed against each other and sparks appeared. He suddenly stretched out his arms. He hit his face hard with his left hand. His right eye actually fell out of its socket with a loud bang. It turned out to be a fake eyeball made of crystal. "To be honest." He grinned with a weird smile. In the empty eye socket. A red light rose. "I have forgotten why we are fighting. But this guy won't let me stop. Ah, look. What a beautiful flame." The "Twilight Crow" glove was burning with flames. The flames did not stop. Controlledly climbed up the body of Sichuan Crocodile and set his military uniform on fire.
"Is the meaning of the alliance just internal strife? Even in the world of beasts, there wouldn't be such stupid things." The pink-hatted dwarf Dicko shouted dissatisfied. Keshava shook his head: "The Alliance of Aerion is to resist the brothers. A loose organization formed to invade. There is no law that stipulates what can be done and what is prohibited. Fights and fights are unavoidable in the army. Even the commander-in-chief has no jurisdiction."
"Let's go, Lord Captain. The party to celebrate the first victory is about to begin." The dwarf said, grabbing Jonah's lapel. The boy patted his arm. "I'm sorry. There is still something to do... ...Teacher, is it my turn to speak now?"
"Of course. You are the commander-in-chief here." The seventh-level astrologer replied.
At this time, the fire on Ipsilon Chuansuchus had burned away his clothes and gradually extinguished, revealing a terrifying and abnormal body. He was not tall, and his height was similar to that of Jonah. He was slender and strong. But this The auxiliary body does not belong to a living human being at all. Countless scars that pierce the flesh are all over the body surface. The skin and flesh of the wounds are dry and not a trace of blood flows. Through the wounds, you can see the dead gray internal organs and pale bones. You can even see through the body. The scene on the opposite side. As the last bastion of resistance against Needle in the Western Continent, the Ebenezer Republic fought a fierce battle to resist the Zawi Empire. These scars are undoubtedly the numerous medals of the consul's death battle... But who can survive such injuries? survive.
A piece of skin peeled off. There were also horrific scars on the Sichuan Crocodile's face. Two rows of teeth were exposed in the hideous wound on the cheek. Saliva flowed out uncontrollably. "I feel better. The person opposite..." He suddenly threw away the fake eyeball. Get up. Open your mouth and bite it hard. There is a crisp "click" sound. The hard crystal ball is actually chewed and swallowed. "...Go on." Sichuan Crocodile shook his fists. The fire enveloped the whole body again, and the flames came from the inside. It ignited outside. It spurted out from the wounds, eyes and mouth. In this strange fighting posture, Archon Ebenezer rushed over again. Jekon's eyes were directed at his opponent for the first time. "Oh." spit out. A meaningless syllable. He inserted the Buddha's tooth into the ground, put his hands together in seals, and recited the Sanskrit mantra: "囩Mo. Po-chi-嚩覩. Wu-se-la-sha... Sa-婰婰偰偰. 呑崐嚩. 嚑図" He..."
"You have never seen Sichuan Crocodile fighting. Your Majesty the Commander-in-Chief." Zhu Mo Qingshan said with his legs crossed. "This is his bloodline ability. No matter how injured he is, he will not die. On the contrary, the more frustrated he becomes, the braver the warrior becomes. The soul of... Although he is not the strongest, he is the most troublesome opponent. It is said that the Sichuan Crocodile family is inextricably linked to the Cursed Land of Yagu. But even if it is a family, there is only one left. Just descendants."
"Listen." Yona suddenly stood up. He raised his voice and said: "As the commander-in-chief of the Aerion Alliance, I want to make several requests. First: introduce to me the current situation, terrain, and route of advancement in the Northern Continent. and the enemy's detailed information; secondly, starting from today, I will exercise the responsibility of commander-in-chief and be directly responsible for everything that happens on the submarine ship. I say stop, and the ship stops. I say go, and the ship stops. Move. When I say retreat, I retreat immediately. When I say fight, I fight to the death. Regardless of continent, country or nation. Every alliance member should have this awareness; thirdly, when the friends of the Pitchfork Team arrive. I will resign as commander-in-chief. I will leave the submarine ship and act alone with my friends. Your future life and death will no longer have anything to do with you. But before that, I will comply with your request to urge the dragons, elves, and dwarves to join the Aerion Alliance. .Help you enter the tree city of Aerion. I’ve finished talking about the above three points.”
After finishing the conversation, no one made a sound in the conference room. The atmosphere seemed a bit strange. "No matter where you go, Lord Baron," the dwarf Dicko screamed. "The people of Ecbatana will follow you to the death. Even in this frozen world of the Northern Continent. The same goes for wandering naked in a dead place... Ah, hell. The low temperature will make the steam puppet move slowly. Trouble, trouble..."
Keshava looked at everyone. Zhu Mo Qingshan came over and whispered a few words to him. The baby-faced Bailang looked at a loss. Shopkeeper Long of the "Green Copper Cave" had been sleepy for a long time. A few people exchanged a few words briefly. The old man Keshava expressed his attitude: "The first one is no problem. We were going to give you a briefing. The second one is not easy to implement. There are a lot of people on the ship. How can you, a young boy, command these battle-experienced people?" As for the third item, if you can get the help of sacred creatures, it is not impossible for you to resign. But how to accomplish this in just two weeks sounds like a dream."
"Just tell me whether you agree or not, teacher." Jonah said calmly.
Keshava glared at him and replied angrily: "I agree. So what if I agree."
The young man didn't say anything. He took out the sealed glass jar from his deerskin bag and unscrewed the cap. A beam of green light hovered up. It turned into a slim green-haired elf and landed on his shoulders. The transparent wings flapped gently. The moonlight elf used gems to Looking at the summoner with blue eyes, he said affectionately: "I rely on you, you bastard, plus Level 3 Yona, you idiot. What time is it now? I am sleeping in my third beauty sleep today. I am so fucked by you. I took it out inhumanely. Isn’t this a violation of my human rights? If it weren’t for the fact that we both share the same vitality, I would have punched you into the sea ten thousand miles away to feed the turtles. If you have anything to say Say it quickly and let it go. After that, I have to go back and continue dreaming. You know how difficult it is to dream about a handsome guy from your hometown."
"Boom." The flaming Sichuan Crocodile and the black-lighted Jekong collided together again, causing a torrential wave of air and fire. Jonah's "Fang Yuan", Keshava's Gallo Shield, and Balam The white beetles emerged one by one. A circle was drawn at the foot of the green mountain. The figure became looming. The pink-hatted dwarf jumped into the armed mecha. The hooks under his feet stretched out and grabbed the steel beams of the floor firmly. As for the strange shopkeeper Long, he was still lazy. Sitting there, no movement could be seen. However, the flames and shock waves just circled around to avoid him, like running water encountering a rock.
"Holy shit." He screamed. Xiaoguai looked out through the rain of red blades of Lutarius: "These two brothers are harder than the other. They are really fighting. You didn't call me out for that. Get rid of them. Let me say it first. Although I am a big shot in the Moonlight Elf, using brute force to force a bow is definitely not the fighting style of a lady like me... Wait a minute..." She turned her head and saw the person sitting opposite. There were several humans standing there. "...Holy crap. Is today a strong beauty contest? Why does that round-faced uncle smell like a dragon? It's so disgusting. Bah, bah, bah."
"My dear, I have something to ask of you." The young man stretched out his hand to gently touch the elf and looked into her eyes.
"If you have something to say, tell me quickly." Moonlight Elf kicked his fingers away.
"This is the northern continent. I want you to find your people. I want them to provide help. Help me enter the sleeping city of Aerion. I know this is unreasonable..."