Quadruple split

【Does he know...? ! 】

Looking directly into Lamorlock's smiling eyes, Mo Tan had such an idea for no reason.

As if he could see through people's hearts, Lamorlock immediately laughed like a spring breeze and said softly: "It is precisely because of this that I came to participate in this boring game that makes people laugh."

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Mo Tan sighed deeply and said helplessly: "That's really a great honor..."

"oh?"

Lamorlock raised his eyebrows in surprise and said softly: "You admit it so readily? I thought you would find a way to find an excuse to excuse yourself. We are obviously ready to cooperate with you."

Mo Tan shook his head silently, and after a while he said feebly: "Should I thank you for your thoughtfulness?"

To be honest, if it were another person, no matter how difficult the opponent was, Mo Tan would find a way to deal with it. He would use his brains desperately and use all means to make the opponent believe that the existence of the 'Black Van Priest' is related to the Diesel delegation. Winning the fighting competition has nothing to do with it. Even if there is little hope, he will try.

But in front of Lamorlock, he couldn't get excited at all.

The reason is very simple, that is, although they have only met each other a few times, and have never talked about any nutritious and in-depth topics, whether they are 'friends' or 'colleagues', they are not up to standard, but Mo Tan has no reason to feel that , in front of this man named Lamorlock, all his arguments are meaningless.

Not to mention that Mo Tan didn't show up at all during the team battle finals. Even if he had a perfect alibi, he still couldn't really prove anything, because as early as the two days before the competition day, the Diesel delegation's tactics It has already been designed.

Of course, although it is a bit reluctant to forcefully say that you have nothing to do with this matter, on the other hand, the idea of ​​​​assuming that you are related to this matter is also quite one-sided, at least for most people.

However, this 'majority of people' does not include the chief priest of the Dreamland Theocracy, La Morlock.

When the other party almost made it clear that he was the one who defeated 'Buddy Arthur' and secretly controlled the Diesel delegation to win, there was no longer any controversy about this issue.

In a sense, Motan knew Lamorlock, even though he had only heard of this name not long ago, and had never seen the person in front of him who looked easy-going and elegant, but exuded a certain uneasy atmosphere. man, but he can indeed be said to understand Lamorlock.

The source of this understanding was the stacks of "battle examples" obtained from Jun Wu to pass the time.

All the examples of the ‘border friction’ between the Dreamland Theocracy and the Griffin Dynasty a few months ago.

Although it was just a few ordinary stacks of parchment, when Mo Tan recalled the "invincible journey" of Priest Lamoroch after his lightning rise under his "absolutely neutral" personality, what he saw were pieces of shocking corpses. Mountains and seas of blood.

Under this man's baton, the definition of the word "war" was vividly interpreted, like a scarlet symphony of destruction, deafening on the blood-soaked sand table.

Mo Tan could not deny the correctness of Lamorlock, because no matter how he reviewed the case, he could not come up with a better solution that could surpass the latter. Not only that, Mo Tan, who was invisibly dominated by the cases, Even in a daze, he came to a frightening conclusion, that is, this justified cruelty was actually the 'correct' and the only standard answer.

It is true that he quickly got rid of the creepy delusion, but he could not wake up from the tremor that was like a lump in his throat for a long time.

Because of this, even though Lamorlock's speech and behavior after meeting in Academy City could be called a gentleman, Mo Tan still couldn't have the slightest affection for this man. In fact, the more the other person behaved like this, the more it made him feel Disgust and discomfort.

Extreme physical and psychological discomfort!

And this discomfort was the basis for Mo Tan to think that he knew something about 'Lamorlock' in a certain sense.

In the same way, he has enough reason to believe that Lamorlock, who is extremely interested in him no matter how he looks at it, has at least a detailed battle report about the 'Black Van Priest'. The plague incident in Misha County is not a secret. , in fact, after the Holy Religion Alliance made up its mind to conceal the real operator of the Sumir Battle, the Dawn Sect immediately launched a large-scale publicity campaign on Motan's previous "glorious deeds", and even received strong cooperation from the Principality of Skarlan. The female general Paula who had fought together in Misha County had spoken highly of the 'Black Van Priest' in public several times.

Therefore, if what Lamorlock said to him before was not polite, he would definitely have the most detailed and realistic version of the battle report on the plague incident on his desk.

Not only that……

Mo Tan even felt that the other party might have been suspecting that the Battle of the Holy Mountain, which was also promoted by the Holy Religion Alliance, but the protagonist was deliberately obscured (Knight Captain Jeff Harrington of the Sun Religion did not take credit), was also related to It's related to myself, and the reason is probably intuition.

Yes, it is a somewhat funny intuition, but I have to admit that although this thing is neither scientific nor magical, it does have extreme accuracy under certain circumstances.

If we are idealistic and put aside the crucial factor of logic, then there may indeed be some kind of disagreement between Lamorlock, who directed a large-scale war, and Mo Tan, who was forced to sit on the command seat twice. Unexplained connections.

Even if he followed logic, Mo Tan felt that as long as the other party carefully studied the two battles he was responsible for commanding, they would probably be able to discern something from the tactics used by the Diesel delegation.

After all, any successful conductor has an inevitable personal style, which is something similar to a 'label'.

Under certain circumstances, this ‘label’ can be more reliable than any form of identification.

To sum up, after Lamorlock just bluntly identified Motan as the tactical designer of the Diesel delegation, the latter stopped trying to struggle.

"If I were really considerate, I wouldn't ask Mr. Foster to find a way for you to participate in the [War League]."

Lamorlock smiled self-deprecatingly and touched the tip of his nose: "I hope you, Priest Black Van, won't mind too much. After all, we are both commanders and we are both clergy. It is really difficult for me not to face my thoughts." I feel like having fun with you."

【Have fun...】

Perhaps that is indeed the case. Compared with facing those densely packed mutants and those cultists with twisted personalities, it is indeed better to conduct a game in such a comfortable environment where no one will bleed or be injured. Use 'play' to describe it, but——

To be honest, Mo Tan didn't want to 'play' with the person in front of him in any form.

There are fundamental differences between the two.

Mo Tan and Lamo Locke are people from two different worlds.

At least for the former, that's the case.

Therefore, Motan and Lamorlock should not have any intersection. In other words, they have extremely bad compatibility!

At least for the former, that's the case.

But the latter obviously doesn't think so.

In other words, it happened that he thought so too, so he tried his best to 'play' with Mo Tan in this situation.

"That's what I said~"

Lamorlock suddenly laughed and shrugged: "If I am eliminated early, I will not be able to meet you, Black Van Priest, in the following games. Oops, just thinking like this will make me feel so stressed. ah."

Mo Tan was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "What... do you mean?"

"What's the meaning?"

Lamorlock casually took off his monocle, wiped it gently with the hem of his robe, and said briskly: "It means literally, if I can't reach the top sixteen, I won't be able to reach the top 16." You know, to be honest, I’m not very good at this kind of deduction game, I’m really nervous.”

"Get to the top 16?"

Mo Tan ignored the second half of Lamo Locke's words and said in astonishment: "Isn't that right? Chief Priest La Mo Locke, you should be a special guest player like me. Captain Foster told me that the special guest player..."

"Specially invited players can start directly from the top 32 without participating in auditions or participating in the first three rounds of the main competition. In theory, this is true."

Lamorlock smiled brightly, spread his hands and said: "But the number of specially invited players is actually only six. If it is not enough, you can choose someone from the seed players to directly enter the top thirty-two, but if there are more, although this kind of It's rare, but when it does, someone has to 'condescend' to play the game ahead."

Mo Tan blinked in confusion. He had never heard Foster mention this matter before. The only information he learned from the beginning to the end was that as a special guest, he could start directly from the top 32.

"Haha, it's like this. Captain Foster told me that the [War League] sent out three rounds of invitations this time. The six people in the first round all rejected it. The six people in the second round, including you and me, have Four people said no, and four people in the third round said yes.”

Lamorlock smiled and winked at Mo Tan, and explained patiently: "Before they sent out the fourth round of invitations, I took the initiative to come to the door and said that as long as the Black Van Priest could participate in the [War League], I would also Accept the invitation, and the result...heh, after you agreed, the number of specially invited contestants has increased by one."

Only then did Mo Tan react. He nodded and said, "I see, that's why you, the priest of Lamoroch..."

"In fact, to use Foster's words, the organizers can definitely think of ways to recruit more people, such as classmate Buddy Arthur, to expand the number of people who can directly start from the top 32 to eight."

Lamorlock smiled, put on his monocle again, and said cheerfully: "Because according to the rules, in the competition from thirty-two to sixteen, the specially invited players will only fight against the specially invited players. It is precisely because In this way, the [League of War] thirty-two into the top sixteen is even more exciting than the finals, because there will be three immortal fights, and in the eyes of Captain Foster, even if one more specially invited player enters the top sixteen, it will be completely It's acceptable, but..."

Mo Tan frowned: "You refused?"

"Yes, after all, I have caused a lot of trouble to others, and the privileged class must have a limit."

Lamorlock shook his index finger and said calmly: "So although I'm sorry for Barty, I still asked Captain Foster for a spot in the main competition. In other words, I will advance from two hundred and fifty-six to one hundred. The twenty-eight games are about to start, and it will be possible to be assigned to you after three rounds.”

Mo Tan twitched the corners of his lips and complimented casually: "I didn't expect Captain Foster to actually agree to you starting from the first round of the main game. I always feel that it is a bit unfair to other players."

"For people like us to participate, it is unfair to other players."

Lamorlock said lazily and looked around at the growing number of contestants indifferently: "But there are no rewards in this competition except for the top three, so it's not particularly unfair. "

Listening to Lamorlock's tone, I couldn't imagine that he was the same person as the guy who just laughed and said that he was 'very nervous'.

At this moment, a tyrannical wave suddenly passed through the air, and a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses suddenly appeared in the center of the venue. At the same time, everyone, including the audience, fell silent in unison. , according to Mo Tan's analysis, on the one hand it means that the game is about to start, and on the other hand it is because the extremely serious-looking uncle in the center of the field has a lot of background.

"Richard Ducasse, forty-eight years old, is the youngest director in the history of [Danu Military Academy]."

Seeing Mo Tan looking at the middle-aged man curiously, Lamorlock explained in a brisk tone: "Although his strength is only at a high level, he is hailed as the strongest naval warfare expert in the entire continent. It is said that thirty years ago, he He was still a sailor in the second-line fleet of the Principality of Scaran. As a result, the [War of Tides] broke out in the southeastern continent not long after. The sea tribe invaded on a large scale and directly wiped out two powerful empires. For a while, everyone was panicked. Quickly, with the Violet Empire as the original sponsor, the [East China Sea Imperial Combined Fleet] covering half of the continent was established."

Mo Tan nodded thoughtfully and continued: "So this Dean Richard is..."

"Starting as a sailor, it took only two short years to obtain the rank of general of the Lanka Empire, and was appointed commander-in-chief of the [East China Sea Imperial United Fleet] before the final battle."

Lamorlock looked at the middle-aged man who looked like a full-time school dean with great approval, and sighed: "Dean Richard is undoubtedly a top chess player."

"Are you a chess player..."

"Yes, just like us~"

Chapter 1,264: End