"Gentlemen, this is what you see as a free city-state!"

Luo Lan threw a piece of parchment paper on the long table, a noble old man hesitated, then picked it up, glanced at it a few times, his expression couldn't help but change slightly, he looked up at Luo Lan, and groaned again, then handed the parchment to the nobleman next to him. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

The parchment was passed in turn in the hands of the nobles, but everyone who saw it looked overwhelmed, and even if they barely pretended to be calm, they could not hide the fear and anger in their eyes.

A young nobleman hesitated, "My lord, is this true?"

Luo Lan's eyebrows moved upward, and he said with a sneer: "What do you say?"

The young nobleman sighed, how could the Bishop take it out so easily if there was no tangible evidence?, however, he looked at the people around him with a wry smile, and after learning the news, everyone was undoubtedly like him, and the slightest luck that had been in his heart had been shattered.

"What are we going to do?" said a slave owner, staring blankly upward.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, and they were asking themselves the same question.

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice echoed in his ears: "The Lord says, The godly will be saved." ”

Everyone looked at the source of the voice, Luo Lan smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, are you religious?"

There was silence in the hall, and everyone present fell into silence, all of them had more or less wealth in their hands, not only gold and silver coins, but business resources, and contacts accumulated over the years. and the intertwined network of relationships, they are not just themselves, they also represent the family behind them, and represent the interest groups behind them, however, at this moment, they have to face a decision, once this decision is made, everything will change in the future, but it is now. Do they have a choice?

The attitude of the free city-state made their hearts cold. It is not only necessary to cooperate with the barbarians to push humanity back from the throne of the ruler of Northern Serem, because it is more against the Bishop, but they are angry that the free city-state has acquiesced in the barbarians to plunder all the property of the humans in the city. The condition was the opening of the inland trade routes and the support of the war in the Northern Tserands.

With their eyes, they can naturally see that there are more sinister intentions hidden in this condition, once this really happens. Then the environment of the harmonious coexistence of humans and barbarians for more than ten years will surely perish. Even if the orcs are repelled by luck, they will be mired in endless internal strife, and they will no longer be able to take care of the greedy tentacles of the free city-state that stretches out beyond the walls of Somad.

When everyone was resentful, Luo Lan lost no time in licking the fire: "I want to remind you that the free city-states only care about their interests in Beiselen, and they don't care who the ruler of Beiselen is. Can't you see that they have been playing the game of balancing, and it is in their best interest that the barbarians and humans contain each other? Now we see that humanity is on the rise. They certainly don't want to see it. ”

Everyone present naturally knew that this was not a lie, and Luo Lan put himself on the level of representing the human ruling group. It also resonated with them in their hearts.

Whether they want to admit it or not, now that the actual ruler of Beiseleng is Luo Lan, that is to say, the ruler of the human city, in a sense, this is also something they have been looking forward to for many years, and they finally turned over, of course they don't want to see the Dao barbarians riding on their heads again.

But what they really worried about now was that they couldn't resist the invasion of the orc legions, otherwise they wouldn't be holding on to the free city-states like a life-saving straw.

"Your Excellency, forgive me for asking a question," said an old man calmly.

Luo Lan nodded slightly and said, "Please speak." ”

The noble old man glanced at the others and said with a solemn face, "Are you sure you can defeat the orc army?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Lan, this issue was of the utmost importance to them, and it would have a huge impact on the decision they were about to make.

Luo Lan shook his head and sighed, "No." ”

Everyone present changed color at the same time, but Luo Lan's tone changed, and he said, "But, if it's just to repel them," he raised his eyes to look at everyone, and said with great confidence: "I can do it!"

There was a neat exhalation in the hall, and the aristocratic old man took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the sweat beads on his head, and smiled: "Although Bethlehem is large enough, don't you feel that your hands and feet are confined to Beiserhan? Don't you want this to be a second free city-state?or......" He paused, and said in an extremely seductive tone, "Is it a free city-state?"

It was a provocative remark that stirred everyone's mind, and if religion and enough power were enough to back it up, this wonderful prospect was not so illusory.

The aristocratic old man looked at some people for a few moments, and finally straightened his clothes, stood up, and said respectfully: "If the bishop can let the glory of Bei Seleng continue, or even exude greater brilliance, of course we will spare no effort to support your rule, I, all of you here, are actually devout disciples of the God of Light!" He looked at Luo Lan's face, but saw that there was a smile in the other party's eyes, and his heart moved, and he added in a low voice, "It's too, yours!"

Luo Lan smiled, although all this was actually just a small means arranged by him, the intention was to cut off the retreat of these guys in front of him. But in any case, at this moment, the ruling power of Beiselen has fallen into his hands, whether it is the nobles of the human race or the slave owners, their interests are tightly tied together!

The fifty-eighth diocese of the Holy See of Light, and the most extensive in history, is about to rise!

Of course, the premise of all this is that Luo Lan must repel the invasion of the orc legion!

Somewhere in the city, two men were whispering at this time. "The bishop has arrested our diplomats, and has framed them for colluding with the barbarians, and has informed the elders to immediately cut off the support of Beiseren!"

"Yes, sir!"

A short time later, a carrier pigeon soared into the sky and flapped its wings to the south, but not long after, as it flew over a spire tower, it fell headlong as if it had been struck by something.

It landed on a net stretched out of the tower, and a hand flew out of the tower, and then grabbed the pigeon, a slender priest, who checked to see if the pigeon was still alive, and then he did not dare to delay, and hurriedly stood on a teleportation array that had been placed in the middle of the tower, and after the light flashed, he appeared on another adjacent tower.

"My lord, a carrier pigeon has hit the gas wall you arranged!"

"Oh, sure enough, the adults said it!" Hedamic turned around abruptly, he excitedly grabbed the carrier pigeon, and then untied the thin sleeve tied to his feet, he suddenly frowned, slanted a glance, and said, "Have you seen it in private?"

The priest shook his head and bowed, "Don't dare." ”

"Okay, go ahead, I'll reward you. Hedamic waved his hand with a big spike.

"Thank you, sir. ”

After the priest left, Hedamic glanced at the thin sleeve in his hand, held back the open **, and handed it to a lewd middle-aged man next to him, and said in a deep voice: "Don't break it!" "I know, I know," the person nodded and bowed, with a flattering face, he took the thin sleeve, turned it over and fiddled in his hand for a long time, and finally said with a long sigh of relief: "My lord, no problem." ”

Hedamik nodded, "Okay, it's up to you next." ”

It wasn't long before the carrier pigeon flew into the lead-gray sky again, but the letter it was carrying had been surreptitiously tampered with, but no matter what the effect of the letter would be, the Free City-State had never believed that the current strength of Beiserem could stop the orcs from advancing.

Diplomat Darles is indeed eager to seek credit, and even he may not know that the city-state sent him in the hope of temporarily stabilizing the hearts of the people of Beiselen and buying him a little more time for his side.

After learning of the imminent invasion of the orcs, the city-state immediately recruited tens of thousands of citizen soldiers and prepared to build an ironclad defense line relying on the giant wall of Somad, because in their eyes, the fall of Beiseren was a certainty, and the difference was only in the length of time. Otherwise, a man as incompetent and arrogant as Dalles would never be able to take on the role of a diplomat.

After a few days of watching, the barbarian tribe found that the riots and turmoil that Beisereng had hoped for had not happened, and that the tribe had no choice but to migrate to the depths of Bethlehem, where they did not want to be buried with humans.

North Selen, has been abandoned.

Under Luo Lan's deployment, this lonely city is actively preparing for war, and everyone feels the dull pressure of the war clouds, and the hearts of those who are about to face the war are extremely fragile, and the God of Light has become the only place they can hope in, and the Lord Bishop is undoubtedly the embodiment of the God of Light at this moment.

Except for some fanatical believers, the remaining pessimistic people think that this is only a faint hope, unless the gods really come, how can the power of one person stop the 100,000 great

Miracles, will they really happen?