Mystery Makes Me Strong

"how so?"

The old man Isk looked at the corrupted map of the empire, and he had a terrible headache!

He didn't expect that it was supposed to be a decisive battle, but the big mouse suddenly turned around and started a guerrilla attack!

Yes, this is exactly where the opponent's advantage lies!

The opponent is a mouse, born to be good at guerrilla.

The opponent can drill and dig a hole, how can a person fight against them?

And the clergy, who are already rulers, enjoy the offerings of their subjects every day.

They can no longer bear the days of poverty.

If there are no subjects, let them, the priests, farm the land, make wine, feed the horses, and forge iron by themselves?

Before the envoys came, they were doing this. After the envoys came, they were still doing these things. Didn’t the envoys come in vain?

If Yang Weit knew what old man Isik was thinking, he would definitely say, "I'm here for nothing, you should deal with this demonic wave yourself."

"Duke Isk, what should we do now?" His adjutant asked anxiously.

Don't be anxious, his fief is about to be ruined.

His 18 sons and 20 lovers all depend on the fief to support them.

If it is ruined, His Majesty the Emperor can give gold and silver as compensation, but the farmer has no place to compensate.

"Damn it, if you scatter the guards, you will be defeated one by one! This is the tide of magic, which we can't deal with!" Isik said dejectedly.

Magic tide?

Many priests, knights, grand knights, and many married nobles, everyone's expression changed at the same time!

Everyone frantically lay down on the map to look at it.

Isn't it a big tide when the arrows of rats are connected one by one?

"Demon, the tide of magic, is it finally here?" An old nobleman suddenly sat down on the ground, as if he was frightened.

Anyone of an older age knows how scary it is.

You have no idea how it got there, and you can't get rid of it at all.

You can only resist wearily, fighting a battle without end.

Wait until the enemy achieves the goal, or the loss is enough to take the initiative to retreat.

You thought you had won, but unfortunately the next battle will come one after another.

Finally, when the grace of God came, the clerics killed the bull-headed demon god and sealed the eagle-body demon god, thus stopping the tide of demons.

"I see. This is the Demon God of the Harpy that broke through the seal!" A theologian said.

"That's right, it summoned the rat plague, the mouse that can eat people. Damn it, we still underestimated it!" Another priest believed what he said.

In fact, he should know that that middle and lower level monster, a harpy, with his current level 45 power, can kill fifty of them in one go without panting.

Heroes of Might and Magic 4, upgrade the barbarian to the ultimate form, one person goes down with dozens of feet, and kicks 80 black dragons to death.

"Then we must quickly find it and seal it again!"

"Okay, okay, I'll scare you." A younger clergyman, about thirty years old, is the best age, with experience and a stable personality.

"As long as our five thousand clergymen are dispersed, each person can kill thousands and millions a day. How many can there be? Billions? There is not so much food in the world."

Isk suddenly became furious when he heard the words: "What are you scaring? Rot, you know, this is what the enemy wants us to do the most!"

"You think you have a level 43 advanced level, you think you can defeat ten great knights in one go, do you think you have no opponent in the world?"

"You think those rats are just as easy to kill as they look?"

"To tell you the truth, if you don't rely on skills and rely on strength and agility alone, you are no match for the three high-level red-eyed mice!"

"In this case, you said that you want to kill a thousand rats by yourself, are you looking for death?"

Isk jumped up and slapped Rott severely. In front of many old aristocrats, he slapped this noble clergyman, his companion, to the ground.

Rot was stunned.

He couldn't believe his face, was he really beaten?

Well, it hurts.

But he didn't get angry, which disappointed the old nobles.

If only the clergymen fought.

Rotor knew that the old man Isk was someone who thought about their entire group.

His greatest strength is knowing what is good and what is bad.

Such a rage must have been driven mad by the rat infestation.

"I'm sorry, Daddy Isk, I apologize. I underestimated them. They are very cunning and confused me with weak mice." Rot got up from the ground and apologized in a low voice.

"It's my fault. You are right. We have to divide our forces to stop them." Isk apologized.

Divide up?

The eyes of the nobles brightened.

"My fief is the granary of the empire, or the original territory of our Kingdom of Roots..." an earl said immediately.

At this time, whoever can win the division of troops will survive the new wave of demons.

"My fief has the most precious iron mines and forests. It is a blacksmith city. It must be guarded first."

"My fief is a trading port..."

"There are no ports, no cultivated land, no mines in my fief...but I need the most priests to guard it."

"Why?" The three people in front glared.

"Because I have the most lovers and illegitimate children of all adults, and we have the most beautiful and most beautiful women in Wiener City."

In the end, after everyone discussed, they unanimously decided to choose the last fief and divide the troops to guard it first.

In the empire, the next generation is the most important, and the vitality of the people must be preserved.

All the old nobles dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out.

At the same time, they decided to quickly send food, money, cloth, medicinal materials, and family members to the other party's fief.

The capital is not safe, because the target is too big to protect.

The 5,000 clergymen were first divided into 600 people.

weakened for the first time.

In order to protect the most important grain-producing areas, 500 people were separated.

In order to protect the ore processing city, 500 people were separated.

The Great Emperor Lancelot coldly watched the application for division of troops again and again, and approved it again and again.

This is a conspiracy, but also a boring strategy.

If the priests are still poor ghosts, untouchables who can feed themselves with only two catties of grain a day, this kind of strategy is boring.

Now it is fatal.

How funny.

Everyone knows there is a problem, and everyone is reluctant to let go.

Greed is indeed the biggest and most ruthless weakness.

He already knew this.

Just like him, if he is willing to be open-minded and not greedy for lifespan, he will die as soon as he dies.

One hundred big rats were also killed in advance by him who was shrewd.

When the division reached the last three hundred, he gave no further approval.

Of course, the priests also felt that they were too greedy.

The protected imperial resource area is enough for them to maintain a fairly high standard of living.

Although it cannot be compared with the pre-infestation of rats.

But already good.

After one war and two wars, good news suddenly came from the front line.

Someone broke through level 45 and got new skills!

"Reincarnation? Lichization?"

His Majesty the Great Emperor suddenly understood a fact:

He did it all wrong.

He misunderstood the great angel, he is a great sinner!

There is no pardon!

Among the skills of the clergyman, there are such heaven-defying spells as resurrection from the dead and time reversal!

It's just a level 45 character skill, it's still far from reaching this condition

"Maybe back to life, back in time, need level 80? Level 90, level 100?"

"It turned out that the gods had given me all the possibilities, but I was too greedy, too stupid, and didn't believe in God too much."

"If I knew this earlier, why would I bother with so many things?"

The Great Emperor Lancelot previously thought that the envoys had limited their lifespans, preventing them from ruling the world forever.

Even upgrades have limits.

Only now did he realize that there was no limit, it was just that he was intimidated by the huge experience value.

He doesn't have the same fighting spirit as before.

He only wanted to level up by simply killing mice. After killing mice, he couldn't level up, so he went to kill people. After killing mice, he thought there was no way to level up.

He wants to summon the magic wave, force the angel to appear again, and give him more power.

Who knew that as long as they fought a real life-and-death battle, they could continue to break through and gain a lot of experience points during the battle.

He is a great sinner.

The great emperor, no, the knight Lancelot, took off his crown and knelt before the statue of the envoy Yang Weite.

He had himself whipped.

For ten days and ten nights.

Tears of remorse and blood wet the statue's feet.

He wants to bear all the sins, set off again, and restore the Rotes Empire.

He won't die, and will even continue to be the great emperor, but this time he will be a real knight.