Red Blood Dragon Knight

"I will double the rewards~!" The high priest said decisively, with a decisive tone, showing his iron determination. M

Prince De Rossi...Uh, with a sweet smile on his white face, Emperor De Rossi was the first to applaud and welcome.

Under the light, water flashed through his snake-like eyes, as if he was moved to cry by the high priest’s words, and praised loudly: "The high priest is wise. As the legend goes, you are like a great Like a kind father... No, you are our kind father.

Always caring for us, loving us. Silently guarding us.

Under your leadership, we are bound to usher in a brand new world, a great new era.

To be your assistant is the pride of all our De Rossi Empire. It is our honor and our honor.

Do you think it? "

De Rossi turned his head, his eyes swept across the faces of his nobles.

The nobles all grinned secretly.

Although most nobles are shameless, but a person can be shameless to such a point, but it still crosses the bottom line of many people.

Just listening to the flattery of Emperor De Rossi, many people felt sick and could not help but feel nauseous.

However, standing opposite them was not only a De Rossi, but also the strongest under the stars, and a large number of nightmare-like liches wearing black robes.

At this moment, who dare to say no?

Power is truth~!

Although this sentence is very fascist, there are always only a few heroes who dare to ignore life and death and brazenly challenge power.

For most people, life is more precious than truth.

Although the nobles were all anxious in their hearts, they still forced a smile from their stiff faces and began to applaud.

With the first one, then there will be a second, third...

There was a tide of cheers in the hall.

After a while, the high priest waved his hand modestly. After the applause disappeared, he smiled and said to the nobles: "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe in the ability of Majesty De Rossi. I also believe in the loyalty of the elites of the Empire.

Therefore, let us join hands to forge a great empire on this continent. "

On one side, the Semi generals all had a dark face, looking at the triumphant emperor De Rossi with contempt, and cursed in a low voice in unison.

"Smuggler."

"Dead little boy."

"Sissy...their voices are not high, but they are not deliberately suppressed. The whispering whispers like the buzzing of honeycombs reached De Rossi's ears.

De Rossi's face turned white, but he sneered in his heart, then raised his head high.

The contempt for those people was simply because they didn't have this ability and were valued by the high priest. It is an expression of envy and jealousy.

The high priest had already discovered the generals' dissatisfaction.

Those warriors who corrected themselves had a life of swords and shadows and blood on the battlefield. Because of their special occupational habits, they are all rectal. When I am happy, I drink and eat meat, but I am not happy. He yelled and slashed over. Be happy, simple and straightforward.

So on. All of them curled their mouths and wrote "I'm not happy" clearly on their faces.

Moreover, he heard all the whispered complaints of the generals clearly.

For two thousand years, the high priest has ruled countless creatures. He has long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of open guns, secret arrows, conspiracy and tricks. Therefore, he didn't care about it: he can express his dissatisfaction directly, at least better than those with unpredictable hearts, and face to face. . The royals and nobles behind the demolition are strong.

In fact, the power of the Semitic military has always been firmly controlled by the royal nobles, and these soldiers and nobles all have the same view.

These puppies did not have much loyalty to the high priest and the undead, but they were not part of the solid rule of the Semi.

The high priest has always been eager to have an army that he can trust and loyal to him.

Therefore, in order to put aside the constraints of the royal family, he tried to start anew. The new army was established, but what troubled him was that, like the various idealistic plans he had made before, that plan had not been effective so far.

He had to reconsider winning these soldiers.

And now is a great opportunity.

This time is different from before. These soldiers were far away from their homeland, fighting on an unfamiliar continent, and also far away from the manipulation and control of the Semitic nobles.

The high priest looked at these Semitic generals who had just gone through a great battle, with a kind expression, really like a father who was about to arrange work for his son: "This condition is also valid for us Semitic people.

Wherever our soldiers lay down, the land will belong to you. "

The Semi generals were taken aback for a moment, and looked at the high priest in front of the throne in surprise. There were incredible expressions on every face.

The high priest, like Zhizhu, said slowly, "Maschnot, Veraprani."

The two generals looked at each other, and then they came out more and more.

They stepped forward, then raised their hands to salute a military salute, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, Your Majesty God Seat."

The high priest stretched out his palm and pointed at the two generals, and said loudly: "You two lead the front to defend the De Rossi Empire. You have made great contributions to the battlefield. You are the great heroes of our Semitic people."

The high priest paused, watching the expressions of the two generals. Both of them blushed and shone in the light as if they were coated with lard.

He couldn't help but smiled in satisfaction, and said: "You must be rewarded for meritorious service, General Maschinot."

"Subordinates are here~!" Maschinot replied loudly, looking at the high priest nervously, expecting his reward in his heart.

"I made you king of Casmonria."

The high priest was shocked by the words, and General Maschinot was stupefied on the spot.

You know, being able to lead the vanguard is also a resounding Titan. Otherwise, he would not face the siege of 200,000 peacekeeping troops and his face would not change at all.

But now, this guy was stunned by the sudden happy lightning.

"This...I...but..." Maschinot was speechless in surprise, squeaking for a long time, before uttering a complete sentence, and said: "Casmenlia is still human?"

"Yes," the high priest smiled happily. Said: "It is yours to attack, do you have any confidence?"

"Yes~!" Maschino shouted loudly, his excited face flushed, and Le's mouth couldn't close.

This is the real king. Have their own land, have their own subjects and people, do whatever they want. If you want to grab food from anyone, you can grab food from anyone, and a woman who wants to sleep sleeps with a woman.

How can the royal family and nobles compare with the king...weak so much that he *explodes~!

Maschinot never dreamed that he could become a king.

In his excitement, he thumped his right hand heavily on his chest and gave a military salute. Then he shouted: "Just ask the high priest to assign me ten war fortresses. Three divisions are enough. I promise to take Casmonria within half a month."

The high priest nodded approvingly, and said: "Okay, what you want is a man like you, that's right."

General Maschinot was overjoyed and knelt on one knee, then pulled up the high priest's robe. With a pious kiss on the corner of the robe, he trembled: "Swear allegiance to your Majesty the Lord."

The high priest smiled slightly and nodded in satisfaction. Falsely raised his hand, motioned Maschinot to get up, and then: "General Veraprani."

Veraprani was already excited at this moment, and his eyes were about to bleed.

He came from a side line of the royal family and nobles. He didn't even have a knighthood. He climbed up abruptly. Most of it relied on his own ability, and a small part of it was the help of the family. Otherwise, he would not lead the death squad. Vanguard.

Unexpectedly, the high priest's award was so rich.

"I made you King Ripoll, the same. The land needs you to bring someone down to fight it down." The high priest smiled and said: "The nobles under your rule will be divided by you at your own discretion. I will not interfere."

"It really is the king~!" Veraprani secretly said in surprise. He was still anxious just now, worried whether his reward was rich in Maschino, and it seemed that the high priest was fair.

"Thank your Majesty the Lord. Humble duty to follow you under the high priest." Velaprani trembled, expressing his loyalty.

These soldiers are very rough, say whatever they think in their hearts, their expressions are real.

The high priest was very satisfied with his arrangement, and he promised two kingdom lands that he had not yet obtained, and he wooed two fierce generals who could fight.

The high priest also believed that after giving them the king's crown, the Semitic nobles would also be unable to command them.

This is a rule.

King, his high priest himself can appoint him at will, of course he can also withdraw at will. This is particularly important. The Semitic high priest does not have such great power.

At the beginning, those **** aristocrats were calling for freedom of election, and they were all noisy.

The high priest stepped forward to personally support the two generals, and said gently: "Your Majesty, please get up."

He enthusiastically squeezed the hands of the two people, then raised his head, looking at the overjoyed Semitic generals under the steps, and said: "From now on, as long as you can fight, I can be sealed~!

A new era is waiting for you to create, and I will encourage you. "

The generals of the Semi tribe had green light in their eyes, like evil wolves. Excited blood on the head: Wang Hou general, would you rather have a kind?

Although everyone was born in Qiu Ba, they might earn a crown to wear in the future.

Even if you can't count on the kingdom, a hereditary nobleman can't run away. The high priest has already given the power of entrusting the nobleman to the two kings. They can be sure that everyone here today has a share.

This matter, they had never even dared to think about it.

"Celebrate everyone, today is your victory day." The high priest waved his hand slightly, and the ceremony of enthronement and enfeoffment officially began.

Suddenly hearing that the high priest had sealed the two neighboring countries to Semitic generals, De Rossi's expression instantly became ugly.

In his grand vision, Ripoll and Casmonria were part of his great De Rossi empire, but the high priest opened his mouth and gave him something in his bag.

The dream of Emperor De Rossi’s great empire has not yet begun, it has ended.

However, the emperor also knew in his heart that Ripoll and Casmanlia, one south and one north, were precisely the meaning of monitoring and trapping his De Rossi Empire.

Therefore, when the high priest looked over, Emperor De Rossi's face changed, and in an instant it was a harmless smile. He smiled obediently at the high priest.

The appearance is as gentle as a sheep, just like meeting a godfather.

The brisk music sounded, and the solemn atmosphere in the hall gradually became relaxed, and the beautiful maids walked into the venue with their wine trays.

A lady and celebrity dressed in golden clothes walked into the hall amidst the sound of music. To meet De Rossi's "liberator" and founder.

The high priest glanced at Hardu in the crowd and nodded at him solemnly.

All of these methods of wooing and appeasement are all strategies after Hardu's careful consideration. The high priest himself has a slight lack of experience in strategy.

In this regard, Hadu was scheming and considered all aspects in detail, that is, to appease humanity and win over the Semitic army.

Today, I have some wrist exercises. The effect is very good.

"A good counselor is worth a million army." The high priest secretly sighed in his heart, and said: "It is really worth it to spend such a large price to draw him over. Edwood has a good vision.

The high priest slowly left the hall. He didn't like the atmosphere of the banquet celebration. After his background disappeared, everyone in the hall felt like moving a large stone away, and he was relieved for a long time.

And the head of this undead race, the strongest under the stars. No one can let go of the old monsters who have lived for more than two thousand years.

Until then, everyone dared to speak in ordinary voices.

His Majesty De Rossi, the newly enthroned emperor, put aside. Take the initiative to find two new kings to show their courtesy, and a bunch of nobles jostling and praising each other.

Hadu was planning to leave, and the joyous party before him had nothing to do with him.

But the Lich Enes took a few steps and stopped him.

As soon as Lich Enes came up, he bowed to the ground and bowed to Hardu. For the proud Lich, this was already the most solemn etiquette.

"Thank you sir for saving my life." Lich Enes said earnestly. If it weren't for Hardu's words today, he would definitely be dead.

Hardu smiled and accepted the gift calmly. Then he waved his hand and said calmly: "I'm just discussing the matter."

"No, no," the Lich Enes shook his head anxiously: "I will never forget the kindness of your husband. In fact, I have one more thing to ask him for help."

Hadu said: "Master, just speak straight."

The Lich Enes sighed bitterly. Said: "The high priest entrusted me with the heavy responsibility, but I know myself how to fight a war that I really don't understand. I know that my husband is everyone. I beg your husband to teach me one or two.

"Oh?" Hardu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Lich would also ask for help, and said: "Master is polite, I will try my best to help."

Lich Enes was overjoyed. The famous general helped him. At least he knew what he knew. He enthusiastically grabbed Hardu's arm and said, "Sir, please."

Immediately, he and Hadu walked out of the hall.

Ryder City tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

After the news came out, the whole city was plunged into an all-night carnival, and the public speech of the high priest also spread in and out of the city.

Riding on the breeze, this news followed the electric signal of Feiying Tietong, and reached the ears of the big guys on the mainland at the fastest speed.

In the headquarters of Nian's Venture Capital Company, the small conference room was crowded with untidy men.

Several buttons of Lorraine's shirt were also unbuttoned, and a burning cigar was sandwiched between his fingers, and the light smoke slowly rose.

Others also glanced at Lorraine, with a cigar in their mouth or in their hands, frowning and thinking hard.

The smoke in the room was thick like a heavy fog. The doors and windows in the room were all closed, and the curtains were all pulled up and illuminated by the chandeliers above everyone's heads.

The room was stuffy and hot like a steamer, and the general managers and analysts of venture capital companies all carried a strong smell of sweat and smoke, which was the smell of self-deprecating men.

These people are all tired, obviously they haven't rested for a long time.

The large conference table was full of documents, mixed with ashtrays, cigarette butts, and wine glasses, making it a mess.

Belen's eyes are red, a short black beard on his chin, his face is haggard, and his eye circles are black. He has not rested well for two days and nights.

Those analysts are no better than him. Whenever there is new news, they have to use the information at hand to dig into the roots, dig into the meaning of the event, and deduce the future development.

"Why did the Undead High Priest suddenly open up?" Belen forced his cigarette butts out of the ashtray, and said with emotion: "If he had been so smart a thousand years ago, there would be nothing for us."

He grabbed the wine glass with ice cubes in it and took a sip, then took a cigar out of the box, bit off his head directly, pinched the lighter on the table to light it, and took a hard sip.

Lorraine's mood was also quite heavy, and said quietly: "Being attacking the city is the bottom, and the heart is the top. This is to disintegrate their will to resist."

Lorraine didn't think that the kings on the mainland would be in the same group with him.

Belen nodded with a stern face, and said: "It is certain that there will be a lot of bones, surrendering when the enemy army is under pressure."

Lorraine suddenly remembered the image of the pseudo army he had often seen on TV, sighed, and then said: "This time we are going to fight, but there are not only Semitic teams."

This made Belen particularly frustrated. He used humans to deal with humans. Thinking about it, he gritted his teeth with hatred, but because the whip was beyond reach, they could only watch.

The enemy appeared too suddenly. Even if they now mobilize the army to counterattack, it will take as long as four months from the assembly to the front line, enough for the undead to stand firm and organize a puppet army of tens of thousands.

"It seems that there are experts around the high priest." Lorraine breathed out a puff of smoke and said dullly.

Although many people think that the enemy is too weak, there is nothing to do~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I hope the enemy is stronger. But for a man like Sir Alex Ferguson who likes to stay in the pit and guard the trumpet and guard the corpse when he is playing games, he sees someone coming with a large force to avenge him. For the rotten man of Invincible Hearthstone, the weaker the enemy, the better.

Belen suddenly scratched his messy hair, and said loudly, "How do I feel, this style is a bit familiar..."

He seemed to catch a ray of light in his heart for a moment, and he had no clue when he thought about it.

Belen lay on his back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes, his hands drew circles on his legs unconsciously, and his brain was working nervously.

"Like Hardu~!" Belen suddenly bounced from his chair, blurting out with a strange expression.

The analyst who was discussing turned his head to look at the general manager in surprise.

Belen slapped his thigh suddenly and exclaimed: "Yes, it's like Hardu. It's like the battle that Hardu had 20 years ago~!" RQ

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