"Whew!" Exhaling a breath of turbidity, the leader of the great knight shook his head, and sighed with regret: "I know that this task is not something that can be completed by casually explaining. ”

He pulled out the long sword at his waist with a backhand "bang", and his expression was calm and calm: "If you want to blame, blame you for being too weak, mortal...... Be clean, don't stain the banner of Ellan Hill you brought! ”

"Fireball!" A dragon knight behind him flicked his backhand, and a huge fireball enveloped the besieging guards of the Arrant Empire in flames. The slightly dimly lit inside of the palace suddenly brightened, illuminating everyone's cloudy eyes.

"Demon Flame Sword!" A sharp flash of fire swept by, and another Guards soldier fell in a pool of blood, their corpses charred and miserable, and frightened the surrounding ministers to retreat.

A soldier of the Arrant Empire slashed the armor of a dragon knight with a sword from behind, and the dragon knight slowly turned his head, looking at the opponent who attacked him unscathed like a demon king, and sneered and drew his long sword from the corpse of an Arrant Empire soldier.

He turned around, twisted his neck, and grabbed the other party's collar: "I can't even break the magic defense on my armor, it's really weak and pitiful." May you rest in peace in the next life in the glory of magic! ”

With that, his sword pierced through the chest of the Arrant Imperial Guard soldier, slicing through the opponent's armor like a cheese cut, and peeking out from behind the opponent. Then, he put aside the corpse and looked at the guards of the Arrant Empire, who were numerous, but did not dare to take a step forward.

"Whoa, whoa." With the sound of the armor on his body clashing against each other, the chief knight walked up the steps with the ornate pattern carved with his head held high. At his feet were fallen corpses, twisted armor, and warm blood flowing and spreading along the pattern.

Every time he went up the stairs, the ministers of the Arrant Empire around him subconsciously took half a step back, and these timid superiors were as weak as quails in the face of absolute power.

"You ......" At the bottom of the steps, Prime Minister Clarke, who should not have stood up the most, finally stood up, he pointed to the Grand Knight of the Holy Demon Empire on the steps with a trembling hand, and said angrily: "We Arrant have never done anything to be sorry for the Holy Demon Empire, how can you ......"

"He ordered it just now, right? It's a pity, let's kill it. Stopping on the last step and glancing at Clark, the Grand Knight commanded coldly.

As soon as his words fell, the two dragon knights stepped forward with their swords, resulting in Clark's life. The once unattainable prime minister of the empire, now when he dies, he doesn't even have the courage to struggle.

Seeing that Prime Minister Clarke, dressed in a beautiful robe, was in a different position, the Grand Knight Retracted his gaze, raised his feet and stepped up the final steps, standing in front of Arrant Hook.

"I abdicate...... I abdicate ......" took a half step back, and Hook, who stumbled a little, said nervously with tears in his voice. Although the country left by the ancestors is precious, but his own life seems to be more important, and Hook knows that if he doesn't give in again, he will really die here today.

It's a pity that what he didn't expect was that the great knight captain standing in front of him was not willing to leave him another chance. I only heard the other party sneer, and said, "It's late, I gave you a chance......

After speaking, under the frightened gaze of the dense guards soldiers, the great knight nailed King Hook to the throne with a sword, and then turned to look at everyone in the main hall: "Go and hang the royal banner of Iran Hill, and if anyone dares to stop it, take it and feed the dragon!" ”

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"Uh...... That's how you pay? Hearing Bakarov mention the "payment" he brought, Chris looked at his henchman Deser on the side with a smile. They originally thought that the Holy Demon Empire would bleed once because of this, but they didn't expect that they didn't plan to ask for face this time.

Have you ever seen such a purchase? After eating and drinking in the restaurant, he reached out and grabbed the passerby sitting next to him, stabbed the other party to death with a knife, and then pointed to the corpse and said to the waiter: "Pay the bill, the wallet is in his pocket!" ”

This is a complete bandit! Even if Chris's mind was full of civilizations from the earth, he had never seen such shameless power politics - even when Britain and France ceded the Sudetenland, people didn't say that Czechoslovakia was given away in vain......

After being shocked, Chris even had a kind of envy, he looked at Bakarov and felt that this was the real charm of an old empire: what is power politics, this is called power politics!

"A weak country, no diplomacy." Chris smiled bitterly and looked at the ministers around him, and said, "Since the other party has already paid, let's see how much they still have to pay." ”

"You! Your Majesty! Please don't be so greedy! Isn't the entire Arrantic Empire enough? Bakarov's lower eyelids trembled, and he leaned forward against the edge of the table and asked.

"Of course it's not enough, the Arrant Empire is already the fat on my mouth, you push it into my mouth, it's just a gesture, do you want me to treat it as a favor?" Chris looked at Bakalov with a surprised expression, as if it was difficult to understand the logic of the other party.

"Good! The Holy Demon Empire has decided to release another 10,000 Knowledge Magic Balls! Bakarov suppressed the anger in his heart and offered another price.

He felt that his temper had been getting better and better since he had dealt with Iran Hill. Where had he ever spoken to someone in such a low voice before? When encountering such a mortal, he directly chopped it up and fed the dragon.

"50,000!" Chris stretched out his palm and bargained with Bakalov.

"Don't deceive people too much!" Bakarov glared angrily, staring at Chris as if he was about to explode at any moment.

"If it's too expensive, you can buy less." Desel brutally made up for it at this time.

Bakarov felt that if he continued to talk to the other party, he might be angry and hurt internally, he calmed down his mood for a while, and only after a moment of relaxation did he continue: "20,000 knowledge magic balls! That's the limit we can give! ”

Sometimes Chris thinks that the bargaining in this world is simply a waste of time, the same you say one and I say five, you say two and I say four, and in the end everyone thinks that the number three is good, and it is a very sincere middle value......

This is how he seemed to negotiate with Bakalov last time, and this time it seems to be the same - there is a kind of circular flavor when you think about it. So Chris smiled, ready to break the cycle.

"Fifty thousand! I'm going to ask for 50,000! Chris played his cards with a wicked and uneasy routine, and Bakalov felt as if he couldn't play - didn't he say that everyone should compromise with each other and set a happy number of 3 in one go? Why did you suddenly change your routine?

"30,000! I can only give you 20,000 at most! Bakarov, who felt that life was boring for a while, still insisted on his routine and refused to come out easily.

However, his persistence still did not win the sympathy of the other party, and since Chris had already made up his mind not to continue to play cards according to the routine, he naturally would not agree to the number of 30,000, so he opened his mouth and continued: "60,000! I think this number Holy Demon Empire must give it! ”

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Hearing Chris suddenly speak more and more, Bakarov looked at the other party with wide eyes in surprise, and then slapped his big hand on the table hard, and stood up suddenly: "Your Majesty Emperor Iran Hill!" I'm not kidding you! We're talking about collaboration! Cooperate! ”

"I suddenly felt that a rifle cost 3 orbs of knowledge, but now why do you need 30 for a machine gun?" Chris calculated as if he were calculating the total cost of the munitions.

"I also gave you the entire Arrant Empire!" Bakarov felt like he was about to explode, and if his eyes could kill, he would have beaten Chris into a sieve.

"Look at it, look at it, what are you excited about? I'm not counting...... You still have so much machinery and equipment, and I didn't even ask you for money......" Chris said with a wicked smile.

He already has tanks and planes, so naturally he will not pay attention to weapons like machine guns and rifles. Today's Iran Hill has embarked on the road of comprehensive industrialization, and looking at the surrounding countries, even the most progressive Holy Demon Empire, it is almost the same as the United States looking at the Republic of China back then.

Without a complete industrial reserve, without a complete accumulation of industrial technology, simply getting some foreign guns and cannons to arm their own troops, then it is the same as the Great Qing Dynasty back then, it is nothing more than an otherworldly version of the Westernization Movement, and there is no essential threat at all.

Thinking of this, Chris looked at the other party, pressed his hand down and said, "Big deal, I'll give you 10,000 more second-hand rifles, although the accuracy is a little worse, it's still okay to barely use it." ”

"I think you're just embarrassing me right now! You're not talking about a cooperative attitude! Bakarov couldn't calm his anger and said with a pant of hatred.

"There's no way, a weak country has no diplomacy." Chris shook his head and muttered regretfully.

"Puff......" Desser, who was sitting next to him and was drinking water, heard the muttering that was not loud, and did not hold back, and sprayed the water on the entire table at once.

He put down the water glass in embarrassment, looked at the pale-faced Bakalov, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry to ......"