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"Not only that, after learning the lessons of last year, we have allocated a large number of leather jackets to the participating troops this year, because the nights in the desert will be very cold, this time we have concentrated in advance, and we have been training in the desert for nearly a month, including the details of carrying clean water, and the kingdom has also remade a batch of huge water bags sewn from cowhide." Prince Karn laughed.

"Now that we're so prepared, I'm sure we should be on the safe side." Liu Zhenzhen threw away the ruler in his hand: "Then what are we waiting for?" When to go? My Royal Highness!"

"Your Majesty has a good night's rest first, tomorrow you and the forward corps will set off, as the so-called soldiers are fast, they have already waged a war against the desert humans last year, I believe that this year's arrival of the other party will not be a little unprepared." Prince Karn pressed the table and slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, the legion to which you belong is the vanguard of the great army, and I hope that the sharp blades of the Hundred Warriors of the Emerald can bring the greatest good news to the kingdom!"

"No problem." Liu Zhenzhen waved his hand and glanced at Prince Lionheart: "Your Royal Highness Kahn, I take the liberty of asking, is Prince Richard here this time?" ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince is also a Templar, of course he is going to war, this time there are a total of ten princes, but there is not only one His Highness Richard." Prince Karn smiled and saluted, turned to leave, and led several generals to the staff officers who were discussing fiercely not far away, listening to the various reports.

Liu Zhenzhen sat on the chair and seemed to be in a daze for a while. The three golden-robed priests knew that he was preparing to compete with His Royal Highness the Prince, and secretly laughed in their hearts. This time, Prince Lionheart, who is in charge of the entire legion's action plan, and ten more Lion and Tiger Princes have joined, so it seems that there is a good show to watch.

After a bit of politeness, the three chief priests also bid farewell to the Divine Comedy shaman, went to the arranged room in the side hall to rest, and continued to hang Liu Zhenzhen there in a daze.

"Scared?" Helen asked Liu Zhen quietly.

"Scared?" Liu Zhenzhen smiled dumbly: "Our logistics supplies are all arranged by Fei Lengcui, my water is loaded in iron buckets, five hundred gallons a can, Elder Andulan prepared a hundred buckets for me, 200,000 pounds of water, even bathing with flowers is enough." Not to mention the food, the hoarded bamboo rice and dried meat, the frozen trout and frozen shrimp in the cold drink cabinet, scaring people to death in the space ring; No matter how much the prince and prince b, they can't fill my throat, right? ”

"It's not that the logistics are stuck with us, I'm worried that they will send you up as cannon fodder." Mo'er shook her head, looked at Prince Karn, who was discussing the military situation with the staff officer, and said in a low voice.

"No one can use the sacrifice of a super-level demonic beast as cannon fodder, if you can't beat it, we can always do it." Liu Zhen laughed.

"We have to bring in Sissi's uncle, uncle, and cousin, and their time is relatively short, so let's not call them back if it's okay." The Vanguard Corps originally only had two wings, and it was more than enough for me to bless them with war songs. Helen smiled lightly: "We need to increase the attack power of the magician now, no matter what, it's okay if we can't run away." ”

"It would be nice if Master Puskash came with me to fight the autumn wind." Liu Zhen sighed for a while: "No! I have to send a flame text message to urge Dragon City to transfer one hundred and fifty dragonmen to me quickly!"

"Let's go, it's better to pick five slightly smarter young sacrifices first." Helen stood up from the wooden pier and stretched her waist: "Exercise them well, and send them to the underground world to summon some high-level demon pets in the future, which can also come in handy, this is called asking for others rather than asking for yourself." ”

Liu Zhenzhen and Mo'er nodded and stood up together, what will happen next year, no one knows, now they can get some team in their hands, and when the demons come, they will have more confidence.

The idol's eyes blinked. The little nun suddenly nervously grabbed Liu's arm and pointed to the statue of the goddess Mani.

"Where?" Liu Zhenzhen was startled, and immediately hid the little nun behind him, and stared at the statue of Goddess Mani for a long time.

"I'm not used to those two fires that burn with mermaid's fat." The more Mo'er looked at it, the more angry she became: "I guess this fuel must be refined from the bodies of twenty freshwater mermaids, this Oedipus Temple is so huge in scale, it must be a 10,000-year-old holy fire!"

"Damn, it's not easy to get used to it! Smash it!" Liu Zhen sneered, bent with one hand, and the bloodline royal power drove a heavy wooden pier, "Kuangdang" smashed into the arm of the goddess Mani, and a wooden pier flew out, followed by another one.

There was a loud crack that startled the Beamon officers in the entire temple, and the dust falling from the beams of the house sprinkled their heads and faces, and countless bats swept across the hall with a "coaxing" sound, and the stinky bat droppings were thrown all over the military map and sand table.

In the splash of wood and stone, the two arms carved from the jade of the goddess Mani were smashed into bald wrists, and the goddess Mani suddenly lost the light of the fire and fell into the shadows, and her face looked a little ghostly because of the dark silhouette.

The Beamon officers all looked at this Divine Comedy shaman a little blankly, and they couldn't understand what he wanted to do, the Aegean Continent is a continent with many gods, generally speaking, blasphemy is just a verbal expression, smashing people's temples is a bit too radical, so many ancient temple ruins in the entire continent have been well preserved so far, and it is precisely that the vast majority of people are unwilling to blaspheme a god so blatantly.

The arms of the goddess Mani are obviously hollow, and a large amount of flying oil turns into a sky full of cyan sparks, fluttering like catkins, and the blue and blurry fire light shines on the wall next to the goddess statue, and a poem written in the continental lingua franca looms.

Because of the proximity of the distance, and the fat of the freshwater mermaid floated in the air like catkins, a large group of Beamon staff officers gathered around curiously, tilting their heads to admire the poems. In the venue, most of the people in Bimeng are from aristocratic backgrounds, whether they are vassals and elegant, or they have scholarly origins, and they have some appreciation for poetry.

These poems, without exception, are basically all sensual praise of the brilliance and greatness of the goddess Mani, and the hippo poet pouted wildly, this kind of poetry for the occasion, O'Neill thought he could write in fifteen seconds, worthless.

There is a poem titled "Listening to the completion of the Temple of Oedipus", the font is large and heavy, as if it was written in blood, and the handwriting has become sauce black because of the age, with a slight scarlet background, because the artistic conception has outstanding elegance in these poems, which immediately made many aristocratic officers groan, and even O'Neill couldn't help but applaud:

"The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring~

It is a rainbow-like dream that is crushed by the clouds in the sky and the clouds are crushed among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow~

Loaded with a boatload of mermaids, singing in the starry sky~

Look for? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener part of the river grass~

The summer worm is also silent for me, because there is another harvest~

Tonight's glorious fire hymn to the Temple of Oedi?

Destined to resound for the goddess Mani~"

Mo'er's face was close to the edge of madness, and the "crackling" electric light swam out of her fingers from time to time An electric snake swam out, this poem can also be seen by fools, it is completely a poem that proudly expresses that he has captured a lot of "freshwater mermaids" made by the butcher, look at the title, or to congratulate the completion of the new "Oedipus Temple", although the artistic conception and rhetoric are gorgeous, but when I think of these 10,000-year-old holy flames, they are lit with lamp oil extracted from the body of a living mermaid. It has to be chilling.

"Cult!" Helen shook her head vigorously: "This is definitely a cult!" There is no religion in the Aegean Continent that does not persuade people to do good, this is the first I have seen, and I hope it is also the last!"

"I'm going to destroy it!" Mo'er snorted coldly, and was just about to make a move, but was grabbed by Liu Zhenzhen's arm.

"If you destroy it, the dome of this temple may collapse." Liu Zhenzhen pointed to the top of the statue of Goddess Mani, which was very close to the supporting beam of the dome.

"Then I'll ruin these bloody broken poems!" Mo'er said hatefully.

"Don't mind!" Liu Zhenzhen laughed: "If people write, can't you write?" Look at me, I'll also write a poem, and let's make a fun of the goddess Mani first!"

A lot of eyes stared strangely at this unlearned Divine Comedy shaman who couldn't understand it, this rough man can also write poetry?

In front of everyone's eyes, Liu Zhenzhen took a quill pen from the hand of the communication soldier, smashed the carbon inkwell on the table, dipped the goose feathers in the ink, and jumped lightly onto the altar of the goddess Mani.

What a beautiful text!

All the Beamon present opened their mouths wide, like a fish about to suffocate to death, and the eight characters of "Hymn to the Goddess Mani" written by the Divine Comedy Shaman Richard Crown are like white clouds coming out of Xiu, flowing water on the beach, and they are really handsome!

How could such a beautiful text be written by such a bandit who is making trouble all over the world? A lot of Beamon was thinking about this question, and he couldn't figure it out.

If the Divine Comedy's shamanic words won the applause of the audience, the following verses were like a sledgehammer that slammed all Beamon's heart from his chest to his cecum.

The Divine Comedy shaman's hymn "Hymn to the Goddess Mani" reads as follows:

Cut off my hanging and give it to you~

The hanging hair on it can be used to make a pen~

At least the fishy smell on it~

Far clearer than your miracles~

Cut off your force and give it to me~

Because there are traces of menstruation in it~

This is the tears that flood the womb once a month~

Let me understand that you still have a trace of pity~

"The God of War is on top!" Prince Karn swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his whole body cold, and he didn't know what adjectives to find to describe his mood at the moment.

"Very angry text!" O'Neill grinned with a huge mouth that was almost up to the root of his ears, and after a while, he muttered, "If I could write a few years ago, I would definitely be able to trick a few literary young women into bed." ”

Hehe, this obscene poem was broken by me, and the previous one was copied by a young poet, and I forgot who it was.

I know that many decent readers may not be used to it, but I think that criticizing the evil in human nature, especially the evil that is covered up with beauty and glitz, still has to fight back in the most naked way, because only in this way can the hatred be resolved.

Who ever said that I was the first rogue writer of Drifting Astronomy? Obis Rakhi! I actually have a heart that is purer than a decent writer!

This sincerity is only left to those who know the goods.