The Rockets of the Spirits Start

In just three hours, the Orange Alliance won the sovereignty of the Seven Fruit Islands and the Seven Islands. The news that the people of many islands lined up to welcome them and that they were in order quickly spread throughout the world under the propaganda of newspapers and media.

But the exact information was sent to Kanto Continent, behind a small courtyard with extremely high vegetation coverage on the Quartz Plateau, Chairman Damarachi, who was sitting leisurely on a recliner and drinking tea, did not fluctuate at all, as if he had long been It's like knowing it's going to happen.

At the same time, in the meeting room of the government affairs building, there were many noisy alliance officials, representatives of the heavenly kings of the major families, and angry civilian trainers.

They are all asking for instructions from the champion, Yulongdu, to send troops to the Orange Islands to regain the glory of the Kanto Alliance.

But when the stern-faced Yulongdu glanced at the noisy people in the conference room one by one, he calmly asked who would be the vanguard of this battle.

The high-level officials, who were filled with righteous indignation, all died down, turned around and sat back in their seats in silence.

In fact, to put it bluntly, war is just a continuation of political division and benefit transfer.

The officials of the alliance's logistics support department thought that after losing the taxes and benefits of the islands in these two sea areas, it would be detrimental to the big pockets of the alliance treasury and the small pockets of people like them.

The representatives of the major families were angry that these two sea islands that were once occupied by the alliance belonged to the back gardens of their families.

Now being taken back by Wushang by the Orange Alliance, whether it's a real profit loss or the face of their five families, no matter what, the Orange Alliance must give a face-saving statement.

Only the trainers of the populist faction, outraged by the provocation of outsiders in the Kanto Alliance and the temptation of the advancement of military exploits, advocated launching a war.

But just think of the man whose hands are covered in blood and who can kill hundreds of trainers with a wave of his hand.

The officials of various factions sitting in the conference room couldn't help but fell silent, falling into a deathly silence.

Looking at the conference room of the alliance headquarters that had regained its tranquility, Yulongdu, who knew what these people were afraid of, couldn't help but feel a burst of pain and sadness, as if blood and words rushed to his heart together.

"That's all, since neither of you and I can make a decision to go to war, then I will personally ask President Damarachi for instructions."

After saying this, seeing many high-ranking members of the alliance still silent, sitting in their seats silently facing each other, Yu Longdu sighed silently in his heart, and quickly walked out of the huge meeting room.

"boom."

"Da da da…"

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After the champion and the next president, who was concerned about the overall situation of the alliance, walked away, many high-level officials who had just said nothing and practiced closed-mouthed meditation raised their heads in a tacit understanding and looked at the reactions of the people around them.

"Xiba, among our group of people, you should be the one who is most familiar with the poison champion. Tell us what you think of him."

"Well, if the alliance and the various families get together, twenty or thirty heavenly kings can still be gathered."

"Think of a way, as long as you can kill Nobunaga's poisonous bastard, the outcome of this war can be decided in advance."

Hearing the question raised by the patriarch of a certain family under Yujiyuan and other high-level officials, Xiba leaned back in his chair with a solemn expression.

Without any hesitation, he sat upright and put his hands on the table, and immediately said:

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint everyone. Although the trainers who specialize in the poison department are weak in frontal battles, they can clean up the lower-level kings of each department faster than Yulongdu, the champion of the dragon department."

"So it's better for you to give up on such a plan of besieging with a large number of heavenly kings early."

After all, it is clear how many champions the alliance has,

But Xiba, who didn't know the background of the five major families, put his ambiguous hopeful eyes on the patriarch of Yujiyuan, and continued to preach with a serious face:

"If you want to start a war with the Orange Alliance, you must take the lead in dealing with the big trouble of Nobunaga. Otherwise, no matter how many trainers at all levels the Alliance recruits, it will not be able to withstand the threat of him becoming an army alone."

"The only solution I can offer is to set an unavoidable trap in a desperate situation, and gather at least five champion trainers to ambush, and completely kill Nobunaga and all the poisonous elves in his hands."

"Only when there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, can we eradicate a poison champion overwhelmingly, including those highly poisonous elves who are enough to be called natural disasters."

Many senior leaders of the alliance present, after hearing the speech of Shiba, the veteran king of the alliance, the faces of most of them suddenly became gloomy.

And taking into account the threat of poison to the trainer, and in case of being seriously injured by a poisonous elf due to careless negligence, he escaped.

Retaliatory massacres of natural disasters were carried out in various cities. Nearly 80% of the high-level people in the conference room nodded and fell into dead silence again.

…

As soon as the screen turned, it came to the foot of the high mountain behind the Quartz Plateau, near the champion road that the king of heaven must pass through to practice, in a small courtyard with a green body and high walls.

Standing straight at the door of the small courtyard, knowing that the old man in front of him must have also received the information, Yu Longdu, his eyes were tangled but he didn't dare to disturb him.

And at some point, Damarangi stood up and trimmed the branches of the lush trees with scissors, without even looking at the person coming at the door.

He just quietly admired his work with a smile on his face, and at the same time seemed to be quite emotional about it, and whispered in a quizzical answer:

"Why do potted trees need to be pruned, and the alliance has to pull out the rotten roots?"

"Is it Xunhua for the growth of all things, or for prosperity?"

"No, it's just an illusion of strength."

Looking at the bonsai with only the main trunk in front of Damara, Yulongdu who suddenly calmed down and thought of something, couldn't help showing a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"I see."

After finishing the four words, Yulongdu bowed deeply to Chairman Damalanqi from a distance, then turned and walked on the way he came.

Time passed slowly, until a breeze blew the leaves, and the thorough sound of rattling entered my mind.

Dama Lanqi, who is like a leisurely retired old man, turned his head to look at the back of Yulongdu, and said in a low voice with deep eyes:

"After all, there will be no shadow of me in the future. I hope Du can use this to understand how to run the alliance."

The wind gradually died down, and a cold and domineering aura suddenly emerged from the short body of the old man.

Stepping back to sit on the reclining chair, he picked up the purple sand pot and poured tea into his mouth, his mind turned back to the president of Iron Blood, Damaranqi, and closed his eyes again and whispered:

"However, what Nobunaga and Kona did this time is indeed a little too much..."