In the midst of Imelia's education.

Kings need to be on top of the ground and be in awe.

This stems from the teachings of the sage Plato.

Although she desperately wanted to blend in with the monarch, she also patiently listened to the sage's words.

In her philosophy, one is in awe and the other is close to the people, and the two are not contradictory.

If that ordinary king is naturally difficult to fuse, but Imelia is also clear about the 'charming' power she has at this time.

She was sure she could do something.

Coming from the bottom, she knew exactly what the civilians really needed.

For this, she is also willing to struggle.

No matter where she goes, Imelia feels that she can't lose her original intention.

But the Immortal King Gwen-Magnus gave her a glimpse of something else.

The jokes are also full of absurdity.

In Imelia's eyes, Gwen Magnus was far from a worthy king.

"Faint King!"

She scolded in disgust.

"Ugh."

Somla sighed.

If, in normal times, someone dared to reprimand his master in this way, Somra would have been angry.

But at this point, Somra could only sigh.

On the one hand, Gwen Magnus is indeed a little ridiculous, which caught him off guard for a while.

On the one hand, with the presence of the second master, it is difficult for him to get angry.

And the third is the seductive power of Imelia itself.

Just as a good-looking person can be called a foodie, and a bad-looking person can only be called a rice bucket.

When the charm is high, vexatious can be called coquettish, and Somla doesn't mind Imelia's disgusted expression.

Under the superposition of layers of factors, Somla had no choice but to give up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, when we meet again, I am afraid that it will be inevitable that swords and soldiers will face each other, and I hope to be mentally prepared as soon as possible."

Imelia knocked over the water mirror, which was a great disrespect to the king.

If Gwen-Magnus were angry, it would not be difficult to imagine the consequences, and with the strength of the Bracada Kingdom, it would be effortless to exterminate such a small kingdom.

This thing was poked out by Hexis, but I am afraid that it will take advantage of Hexis's wishes.

The war will not affect this old friend.

And Xu Zhi is in the elemental world, and he has always been alert, if there is an invincible war, Xu Zhi will inevitably return to the elemental world.

None of the people she was concerned about would have problems, and Somla thought for a few seconds, ready for the worst.

His body shrank slightly, and he had turned into a parrot again, flapping his wings and flying away.

"Ridiculous people do ridiculous things!"

Gwen Magnus's opening made Mistrio know something.

Only if he is so unscrupulous will he think that the world is in his palm and can be demanded wantonly.

The other party's idea suddenly happened, and it was not surprising that he killed the mermaid queen.

The minds of such people have become beyond imagination and have become extremely wanton and indifferent.

The king is a high group, and many rules are ignored.

If you have a long lifespan and top strength, you won't look at low-level life.

Like a god, he looks at the living beings and sees only ants.

Mistrio shook his head, thinking that he might not be able to do this in the future.

For a moment, he even had some doubts about Changsheng.

After all, people live and live, and eventually they will live like they once hated the most.

"We're going to prepare for war," Hexis proposed.

At this time, his face was heavy, but Xu Zhi could see that the black-bellied heart under the image of this aristocratic son was obviously a little happy.

Mistrio was unlucky, and he was happy.

Of course, Mistrio was far from being as unlucky as he was aiming for.

He would be so happy if he suddenly flipped around and fell into a heartbroken and miserable situation while Mistrley was in the middle of his game.

Hexis felt like he had figured out the sarcasm he was going to blurt out when the time came.

"War."

Imelia's palms shook slightly.

When she scolded, she was very happy, and she really had to face war, and she was also very heavy.

"The kingdom of Bracada is adjacent to the eastern border of our kingdom, and if there is a war, their army will surely drive in there," Mistrio said in a deep voice.

He looked at the greenskin who was a little thoughtful on the side, and said that he would have to be careful when the time came, like Baron Fontaquin, to pray for luck in war with the help of this greenskin.

The gap between the great kingdoms of Akan and Bracada is too far.

Mistrio didn't know how to win the other side.

Only from the heart, strive for a bit of luck.

And so, and so it can probably be.

He sighed slightly, if he failed this time, he didn't know where to start fighting Gwen Magnus.

At this time, he was fortunate to have the help of the Socratic hermit next to him, and he had the ability to summon the scarab beetle, otherwise it would be difficult for the lucky green skin to contract the nether, let alone borrow the power of luck.

"We're going to deploy on the eastern border and dig as many trenches as we can," Imelia nodded.

"We'll dig holes."

"We're going to make holes."

……

The dwarves and halflings around her clamored and told everyone about their abilities.

This made Mistrio blush.

What's the use of digging and burrowing.

He wants someone who can fight.

"I'm going to find Lord Landro, he is the king of the dwarves, our dwarven clan is enslaved by the kingdom of Bracada, if we are willing to fight, he should be able to support some of our warriors."

A brave dwarf stood up.

"This is Thrall, the valiant dwarf of our kingdom, very good at striking iron."

Imelia introduced the dwarf to the crowd.

The other party's self-recommendation made Mysterio's face look a lot better.

At least this iron-striking guy is still a little useful, and he can pull some soldiers over.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, if there are not enough warriors, even if he is a helper, no matter how strong he is.

It can withstand the impact of the Bracada Kingdom, but the second wave, the third wave......

He wasn't strong enough to be that invincible.

There is hardly anyone in this world who can defend against a large kingdom.

"I can teach you how to make a halfling sling, which is made of simple materials and is very practical."

Hexis on the side continued to contribute his strength.

He pulled a cowhide band out of his pocket and picked up a cobblestone on the ground.

"I've heard that the kingdom of Bracada worships magic and loathes the power of Kongwu, and their legionnaires are mainly mages of all kinds, which is a physically weak profession."

Hexis tugged at it, and the cobblestone was thrown out.

"Sometimes it only takes a small stone to kill these mages."

The cobblestone struck the wall in the distance with a crisp sound, and a white trail appeared on the wall.

If the stone were to hit an ordinary person's head, it would probably make a hole.

As Hexis said, the slings were not very useful for armoured warriors, and could be used against mages, making them a sharp weapon.

"The dwarves have thick fingers, so they are not suitable for slings, but halflings are dexterous."

"Although your strength is weak, this slingling does not require much effort, and it can also carry out long-range targeted strikes, so come and try it."

As a halfling stepped forward, he effortlessly pulled the band and projected the cobblestone out of the way, re-shooting it to the spot where Hexis had previously shot.

The crowd in the venue burst into cheers.

If halflings could join the battle, there would be too many warriors in their kingdom.

"Thanks to the help of the Socratic hermit, we have a glimmer of life in our despair."

Hexis' offering made Mystrio excited.

He only felt that he had found the best partner, and he trusted Hexis even more in his heart.

Of course, to find someone like Hexis, this is also the luck brought by the green skin.