Cthulhu Gonfalon

After the agreement, King Dyke went to the temple to pray, reported the details of the incident to the gods, and asked himself what to do.

In the palace of the human gods, the Lord of Glory suddenly had a slight curl in his mouth, showing a little smile.

This is a very rare thing for him who has always been serious. So the gods were a little surprised, the **** of the hero could not help but ask: "Your Majesty, is there anything worth celebrating?"

"The celebration is not good, but it is very interesting." The Glorious Lord said, "I just got a message that the guy in the Void Mask is on the border of the country of the Thousand Springs and the Kingdom of the Dwarf, and does not allow the two sides to fight."

The human gods face each other and don't understand where this is interesting.

"The country of Thousand Springs often attacks the dwarven kingdom. You all know that you want to come. But this time, the dwarven kingdom is supported by the orc empire. They feel that they can't win by their own strength. They use a piece of corpse that was accidentally obtained before. At the expense of the wreckage, they reached a cooperation with the Federation of the Federation of the Fata, preparing for a joint attack." The Glorious Lord said, "The result is that the side is ready to send troops, and the big jellyfish will go to the border. So they have no choice, I have to pray to me, please tell me what to do - do you find it interesting and not fun?"

The human gods were silent for a while, and finally the **** of the relatively high-ranking hero sighed and said honestly: "Your Majesty, I am sorry, I really can’t see where this is interesting..."

The Glorious Lord shook his head: "You, you should study research strategies in peacetime!"

Saying, He turned his eyes to the **** of the nobility.

The **** of the aristocracy naturally understood his meaning and explained it to the gods: "The country of Thousand Springs wants to be acquainted, but it is not willing to give the precious **** corpse to the Fritta Federation, so they I only prayed to my majesty... In fact, I just wanted to ask my Majesty. If they took this opportunity to calculate the secret fund of the Federation, or even count the mystery, can you?"

The human gods are shocked together. Is this the master of mystery?

"But... what should I do?" asked the **** of the hero.

"In general, it is nothing more than trying to provoke the greed of the Federation of the Fabian Tower, let them find the void mask to die. Then speculate on this matter, forcing the **** of the caster to come forward. The **** of the caster must not win the void mask. So the mystery of the Lord will inevitably have to shoot." The **** of the aristocrat smiled and said, "It's a very simple plan, but it's quite real, I like it."

The **** of the hero nodded: "This plan is simple, but as long as the first step can be completed, the follow-up is a matter of course, and it is not bad."

"The problem lies in the first step." The Lord of Glory said, "The king of the country of Thousand Springs prayed to me, that is, we hope that we can help him perfect the first step and ensure that the legendary mages who can seduce the Federation of the Fata Tower go to the void. Masked to death."

"It's not easy!" said the **** of the frown, "Do you want to control their minds with divine power? But if this is the case, the **** of the caster will find us..."

"There will always be a way." The glory of the Lord said, "You don't have to worry about this. You should contact your friends and find a way to be cautious, meticulous, confidential, and reliable."

The gods stood up and brushed up, agreed in unison, and then left.

The palace that had just gathered in the gods was now empty, and only the glory of the Lord sat alone on the throne of the center.

He tapped his finger on the handrail and whispered to himself: "Since the era of the elf gods, you have not really tried your best, even the last time. After so many years, you really Is it getting stronger? Or is it weak? Oh, I am looking forward to it!"

At about the same time, next to the magical spring surrounded by the rainbow, the mystery of the ruined robe opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" The **** of the caster who served as the waiter beside him, whispered.

The Lord of Mystery always maintains a meditation posture and thinks about the mystery of the world. In the past few hundred years, his number of blinks has been few. This time, I suddenly opened my eyes for no reason, fearing that something happened again.

The master of the mystery shook his head, like a pale tree, the face of the mottled face showed a smile: "The old friend is thinking about me."

The **** of the caster naturally understands what he is saying, and his eyes are glanced, revealing a little killing.

"Don't be excited, life is alive, and you have to be remembered." The Lord of the mystery said calmly, "In the past few years, I have remembered that my old friends are too many, don't care if they remember it again."

"I will arrange it, no matter who it is, if you dare to find trouble, give them a lesson!"

"You don't have to be so nervous." The Lord of Mystery shook his head. "If you haven't done anything yet, are you nervous? If people haven't done it for a thousand years, are you so nervous for a thousand years?"

The **** of the caster stunned and asked subconsciously: "A thousand years? This is too long!"

"It's not too long. For the gods, spending a thousand years preparing a trap to count the opponents can only be considered cautious. It's not slow at all." The mystery owner said, "You still haven't completely reversed the idea, don't be The concept of mortal time is troubled. Time does not make sense to you and me."

The **** of the caster stunned again and slowly sat back to his original place and fell into meditation.

The Lord of Mystery did not say anything, but looked at the distance calmly, with a smile on his lips.

After a while, Yan Xiong got a strange news.

"Someone wants to deal with me?" He looked at the scroll that suddenly appeared in front of him, the text on it was slowly fading, and even the scrolls were slowly disappearing, like putting a piece of ice in the water. Is melting in general.

"Who wants to deal with me? I have to defend the world peace, why should I deal with it? There is no reason for this!" Xiongxiong did not stop the disappearance of this scroll, but quickly started to think about who is thinking. Want to count yourself? Who is going to remind myself?

It may seem a bit too much to count the people who count him. The possibility of evil gods is great, but the good gods may not be impossible. Even in the neutral gods, there may be a look that he is not pleasing to the eye and wants him to suffer.

As for notifying myself, there is not much. First of all, this person must have the ability, at least have a medium power, otherwise it is impossible to do it. Then this person should be in a high position and well-informed, but his identity is a bit embarrassing and he is not suitable to communicate with himself. In the end, this person still wants to be unlucky in this matter, or hope that he can use this opportunity to kill it... so count it down...

"Rely! Still a little more!"

Yan Xiong reluctantly sighed, split a avatar, and gathered friends to discuss the discussion.

As an artist, it is not his specialty to decide what to do.