Online Games: I Met a Mysterious Old Man

"Yes, yes. I will actively consider everyone's suggestions..."

Since becoming a monarch, Chen Xing has determined to be a monarch who is good at accepting opinions.

But, the problem is...

"I thought about it again, and I still think it's better to act immediately, haha."

Yes, three seconds. It only took Chen Xing three seconds to overturn his previous idea.

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This made the ministers below speechless at their king's absurd behavior.

Changing faces is faster than turning the page of a book.

"This is a wise decision, Your Majesty."

At this time, Michael stood up and supported Chen Xing's decision.

"Currently, the durian is dead, and the grassland will definitely be in chaos. If we take the risk now, even if we don't achieve success, we can still get very good results. I dare to think that once we inflict heavy damage on them this time, at least in the next few years

Within this time, they will no longer be able to harass us."

"I agree with you, Sir Michael."

Chen Xing grinned.

"Furthermore, we killed Durian and his Qinglong, took their bodies with us, and severely damaged their morale. This operation is at the right time, Your Majesty."

Michael's thoughts were consistent with Chen Xing's, and he also supported the immediate Northern Expedition.

Not only that, Michael was eloquent.

Every time several ministers raised objections, Michael stepped forward and refuted the arguments of those who opposed the Northern Expedition one by one. As a result, no one could raise appropriate objections.

"It seems it's irreversible."

Oscar looked at this scene and muttered in his heart.

"As long as Sir Michael supports His Majesty's views, no one can stop this."

Oscar realizes that when the power of the king and the logic of genius are combined, all opposition will appear helpless.

"Okay, so who has any different opinions? You might as well continue to raise them and let's discuss it."

Chen Xing said, with a smile on his face.

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Those ministers who were overwhelmed by Michael's words - whether they were sophistry or irrefutable logic - had nothing to say.

These ministers showed a little more respect to the Minister of State who had just landed in the air.

"Sir Oscar."

"His Majesty."

"Get everything ready, we will set off early tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Oscar will arrange everything."

Oscar knelt down on one knee and said respectfully to Chen Xing.

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The next morning.

The sky over the grassland is so blue that it’s unreal.

In front of the "Dissatisfied Tribe", a female knight suddenly appeared.

"Listen, savage!"

The female knight rode a white horse and led a regiment of about 500 knights. She stood not far from the "dissatisfied tribe" and shouted loudly.

"Now, lay down all your weapons and surrender, and swear allegiance to the ruler of the Plotin Kingdom, Chen Xing von Plotin. Surrender and you will live, resist and you will die!"

Such a simple threat would certainly be of little use to the barbarians on the grasslands.

"Hahahaha, where did this little girl come from? She actually threatened the men on our grassland to surrender?!"

"Hahaha, the female knight from the continent opposite?"

"Little girl, I see you are not very old. Come here and let you take a good look at how we men on the grasslands treat women, hahaha."

Among the many grassland barbarian tribes, the "dissatisfied tribes" are particularly warlike and known for being the most savage and brutal.

Oscar was unmoved by the provocation of these barbarian men. She just smiled coldly and lifted something up.

"Do you know what this is?"

What Oscar held up was a half-rotten human head.

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Seeing this scene, the eyes of the "dissatisfied tribe" warriors who had been smiling just now suddenly had a look of shock in their eyes.

durian?!

This is their leader, and the leader of the entire grassland. He once rode a dragon south alone to prepare to seize the Plotin Kingdom, but now he has turned into a corpse.

"No! Impossible!"

"This must be this bitch's trick! That can't be the leader's head!"

"Yeah, it's impossible! You bitch, do you think you can deceive us with such a simple trick? Haha."

The warriors of the "dissatisfied tribe" were shocked at first when they saw Durian's head, and then immediately chose not to believe it. How could the leader of the tribe die in the south?

Moreover, in their minds, the people on the opposite continent are very smart and have all kinds of tricks up their sleeves at any time.

But what they never thought about was why the durian leader who was riding a dragon south had not returned even after three days.

"Pull the cart!"

Oscar ordered the knight behind him.

Boom, boom, boom!

Several knights pulled up a cart and showed the contents of the cart to the barbarian warriors.

The car carried the head of a giant dragon with its horns cut off and its eyes gouged out.

"That's that? That's a dragon?!"

"That's the dragon head!"

"What? The dragon head of Smog the Blue Dragon!"

After seeing Smoker's head, the warriors of the "Disaffected Tribe" realized that Durian was really dead.

"Do you believe it now? Your leader is dead. The green dragon was also hunted by us. Give up resistance. If you sincerely surrender, my Lord will spare your lives, as long as you swear allegiance. My Lord is A kind and benevolent man.”

Oscar once again made the warriors of the "disaffected tribe" surrender.

"Avenge the leader!"

"Go to hell! You lackeys from the mainland!"

"We tear her into pieces and throw her to the wolves on the grassland! Avenge the leader!"

The warriors of the "dissatisfied tribe" did not seem to be demoralized, but instead became more manic, shouting to avenge the durian.

This doesn't seem to make sense.

But here is the grassland, and we are facing barbarians, so it seems reasonable.

Especially the militant "disaffected tribes".

In the dictionary of the "dissatisfied tribe" warriors, there is no word "surrender".

Even if they know they will die in battle, they will attack without hesitation.

No one is afraid of death.

This is the most aggressive and fighting "disaffected tribe" on the grassland.

Boom, boom, boom!

A large group of warriors rode on horseback, shouting for revenge for their leader, and then rushed towards the knight army led by Oscar.

The prairie cavalry is magnificent.

"Leave it to me next."

Chen Xing came to Oscar's side.

"This is very dangerous, Your Majesty. The grassland is their home field, and the cavalry has an advantage here. Our knight corps is not large in number."

"It is because our knight corps does not have an advantage against the prairie cavalry that I need to fight in the front line, Sir Oscar."

"But, Your Majesty..."

"Don't you still believe me?"

"Your Majesty, I forgive you. Oscar believes in Your Majesty unconditionally."

As he spoke, Oscar murmured in his mind.

"Your Majesty, do you have any other abilities to show?"

Looking at the cavalry galloping ahead.