My summons are weird

Gilbertos calmly drank the choking spirits, and continued: "Chongrong Battlefield South Battlefield is a good place to go. I heard that Wen Ke plans to send people deep into Chongrong and enter the entire Mostana battlefield. Do something big from behind."

"I heard that your son-in-law Reeduk is a very martial man, so he may be very interested in fighting werewolves. After all, they won't be able to meet the werewolves on the east side of the battlefield. The only one left is the werewolf in the south. clan."

"The general combat power over there is not strong, and the magic fox should be the peak combat power there... Oh, and that group of mushrooms."

Gilbertos took a sip of his wine and said with a smile: "A group of idiots who are stubborn and will never buy the items provided by the merchants in Serer, and even drive them away. They don't seem to have sixth-level magicians yet?"

"It seems so."

Gilbertos' words reminded Orcus of this race located in the southernmost part of Mostana.

Thinking that most of the combat power in the southern battlefield is basically not high, and his daughter and son-in-law have close to the fifth level of combat power, Orkus smiled easily.

A burst of high-pitched cries made the two resting "seven sticks" put down the jugs in their hands at the same time.

They looked at each other, but walked forward together following the sound.

Passing through puddles of rainwater and blood, and stepping on corpses of goblins, Orkus heard Randy laughing happily.

"Come on, you keep running, as long as you can reach the tree in the distance, I will let you go and go back to reunite with the tribe."

Randy wiped away the pale golden bangs that were stuck to his forehead wet by the rain, and said kindly to the trembling little goblin.

As a mage, he was swinging a huge sword that didn't match his identity at the moment.

There were a total of seven little goblins standing in front of the starting line drawn with blades, watched by dozens of Celer sergeants.

"run!"

There was no countdown, and a shout without warning announced the beginning of this escape.

Before Orkus and Gilbertos had time to ask Randy what he was doing, they saw him waving his right hand, lightning condensed in his palm, and he held it forward.

"stop!"

Orkus was the first to react and tried to stop it.

However, it was too late, and the electric arc fell from the sky, precisely piercing the stomachs of the seven little goblins.

This magic power is not strong, it did not kill them immediately, but this kind of penetrating injury has already declared their death.

"Randy, you're crazy!"

Gilbertos walks up to Randy quickly and grabs him by the collar.

"Crazy or not, it's just killing an enemy, Gilbertos, you reacted too much."

Randy made a look, and the guards around him stepped forward, raised their knives and fell, harvesting the lives of these goblins who were still struggling to survive, and then threw them into the big pit beside them, setting the magician on fire.

"Hey, they're all burned together anyway, there's no difference, right?"

"Furthermore, if you can come here with the Goblin coalition army, there will be no children. The Goblin family has always been a warrior who can take up arms. I will not send the enemy back to cause trouble for the Serer compatriots. "

"Gilbatos, you won't be angry with me, who is also the Seven Wands, because of such a trivial matter?"

Orkus' face was tense, and the words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

Gilbertos didn't have so many scruples.

"You can kill them directly, you shouldn't play with them, you didn't intend to let them go, why bother!"

"Because we won, I have the right to do it."

Randy gets impatient with Gilbertos' lectures.

"What do you think will happen to the Celerians if we lose the war?"

"Don't forget what our ancestors taught us in the books?"

Randy gritted his teeth: "Kill them all!"

"Being expelled from the homeland by Zoregos, did the city-states along the way sympathize with our ancestors who were still children and gave us bread, milk, wheat, and clear springs?"

"We fled from Zoregos, passed through Kole, and arrived at Mostana. All we received were blank stares along the way, and only bows and arrows and calculations greeted us. The blood shed by the people is enough to fill every gully in this land!"

"His Majesty the Emperor has made it very clear that we want to turn Mostana into Celer's garden bit by bit, bit by bit, and become an excellent land for us to cultivate and liquidate Zoregos!"

"For this reason, the bugs in this garden must be swept away."

"A slave should be tied up with a rope."

"Cargo should go into display cases and holds."

"And bugs, from now on, should become fertilizer."

It was cold and windy.

Orcus, Gilbertos was very unfamiliar with the man with the evil smile on his face.

"I'll report to Your Majesty what you've done here." Gilbertos turned and left, both of whom were seven sticks, he couldn't tear himself apart with Randy.

Moreover, Randy has a very close relationship with the royal family.

"Please, let me tell you something."

Randy said with a half-smile, "Just before you came, someone had already done this, and I just imitated it clumsily."

"Who?" Orcus asked.

"General Kennetha, General Rata, the seven sticks of Su Nafa, the seven sticks of Izarebi..."

Names seemed to explode in the minds of Orcus and Gilbertos.

After the two of them walked far away with vain footsteps, they could still hear howling from behind.

The overcast sky did not seem to clear the sky, and the two Qizhang who had returned to the camp raised their heads and still saw the oppressive dark clouds, as if they could touch the corners of the clouds just by reaching out.

The wind stopped, which also prevented the dark clouds from being blown away, but just stayed there quietly.

Its shape is like a giant rushing wave, the top of which rises fiercely and abruptly, as if it is about to pounce down in the next second, swallowing Sergeant Serrell in the camp.

However, in the barracks where Gilbertus and Orcus were stationed, except for the two of them, no one looked up at the sky. Everyone toasted to drink, hugged their comrades with laughter, or thanked the other party for saving him on the battlefield today. If you lose your life, or your emotions are in place, you can't help it.

Hearty victory brings hearty indulgence.

As Celer Bingfeng pointed out, the scenes of the surrender of the Mostana clans began to be sung, and the extremely strong sense of identity and pride echoed in the toasts again and again.

Sitting in the tent, Gilbertos and Orcus did not touch the fine wines sent by the logistics quartermaster, but just looked up at the sky, listening to the congregation, representing a personal will.

The will is being gathered together, turning into an indestructible artifact.

Gilbatos had already revised dozens of times in his mind what he was going to say when he met His Majesty, but after hearing the voices from all directions and those singing about His Majesty as "the shadow cast by the gods on the earth", he Hesitated.

Maybe, everything was already brewing, but they were just busy paying attention to other places at that time, and didn't notice anything unusual?

Orkus, who was always only interested in summoning, frowned.

The wind blowing from the depths of the plain made the leaves above his head rustle, and countless green leaves fell on his body.

Orkus caught one piece, looked at the veins on it that looked like a human body, stroked it carefully for a moment, and shook his head.

"can not be like this."

"We're turning all races against us."

Orkus muttered for a while, and after clarifying his thoughts, he spoke again.

"Their alliance was originally forced. Among all races, only those races that had been enemies of the empire were the most resistant. Most of the other races were persuaded by dragons and elves, and the strength of the empire was too strong. threat, that’s why they joined.”

"If we acquiesce and let Randy and the others do this...then the many races that have no way out will raise the resistance against the empire to the level of a 'genocide war'."

Gilbertos sighed: "However, the empire's foreign policy has always been like this. It does not keep prisoners who are capable of fighting, and distributes valuable slaves to the lower-ranking sergeants. Everyone here will be a vested interest after the war."

"Look, the yelling brawny man over there, his goal is to get a cute magic fox and bring it home to raise."

"The slightly thin young man there may have a few wastelands in his family that he doesn't want to reclaim by himself, and urgently needs the help of a few strong mountain tauren or werewolves."

"The delicate and domineering noble ladies of the empire need some nice 'pets' to show off to each other at parties."

"The nobles and merchants in the empire who have mastered the route need a lot of 'commodities'. The Collet Continent has always been open to high-quality population."

"Those who yearn for titles are constantly sharpening their swords, longing for their own fiefdoms in the newly laid lands, and they hope that the enemy's blood will shed more and more, and they will usher in the moment of blessing for themselves."

"Those who are hungry for money hope to see Beijing. The bone tower is built higher and higher. The hundred years of recuperation make their coins unable to produce more coins."

"And Your Majesty, as well as the great nobles have that great dream in their hearts - to return to Zoregos and take back the land that belonged to Celer's ancestors."

Orkus shouted: "I don't want to stop the war, I just don't want to see this senseless massacre, we instinctively divide and conquer."

"Could it be that we want to slaughter every race in the vast land of Mostana?"

"Then what's the point of us laying down this land?"

Gilbertus covered his face and sighed weakly.

"I know what you mean, but... a bloodthirsty hyena will run madly towards its prey. If you want to control him, you can only put a collar around his neck."

"When the war begins, many things are no longer bound by collars and shackles... What His Majesty wants is the result, he doesn't care about the process."

"If he's not willing to collar the hyenas that have been hungry for more than a hundred years, then things will not turn around."

"You and I cannot stop desire and madness from spreading"