Ma Long's family came from the low-level commoners, and it took more than ten years to truly become a nobleman.

Unlike those families that have been passed down from generation to generation, they have not yet developed the habit of luxury.

Although the palace restaurant is not small and there are not many diners, there are no maids to accompany them.

Even if there is a food passer, it will be withdrawn after serving, and it can be guaranteed to be on call.

If you really want other people to stand at the table and watch you eat, whether it is Malone or the rest of the family, you will feel uncomfortable.

Of course, this is also one of the reasons why the old aristocrats look down on these upstarts and think that they are explosive households.

As lineage nobles who have been accustomed to being served since childhood, they naturally do not have this kind of problem.

However, Malone did not have the idea of changing the thinking of the family.

He thinks it's good to do it himself.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside, breaking the warm atmosphere of the family.

Rala was a little upset about the conversation, considering that in recent years, there have not been many times when the whole family gathers together for a meal like today.

Not only Marlon was there, but even the salad returned.

"Your Majesty!"

The person who came was a guard at the door, and when he came in, he should greet him first.

"What's the matter?" Malone stopped eating and asked.

"It's Viscount Jack who is outside the door, saying that there is an urgent matter to report to you and ask for instructions."

"Let him in."

"Yes!" The guard bowed his head and withdrew.

After a while, a person was brought in, and it was Jack.

He is now the Viscount of the Kingdom of Seris, and when the founding of the country, Malone was personally canonized, and was responsible for some organizational intelligence work.

"Have you eaten?"

Seeing him come in, Ma Long was not in a hurry to ask about the matter, but started to do it like an ordinary person.

Jack, who is familiar with his own king, naturally knows what the other party thinks, and must want to sit down and dine together.

It must be said that this is a very different habit of the king from other people, and he likes to talk about business during meals.

"I've eaten it." He hurriedly answered.

Seeing that Jack looked a little embarrassed, Malone got up from the table and said, "Then let's go out and talk." As he spoke, he had already gone outside.

"Yes!" The viscount answered, and hurried to follow.

When the two of them left the dining room, it was already pitch black outside, and there was nothing to see around except for the torches lit by the palace guards.

Naturally, this is nothing to Marlon!

However, the guards quickly brought the brazier and placed it not far from the two of them for lighting, and walked to the distance to be on guard.

They were trained before they took up their posts, and they knew how to stay away from what they shouldn't hear.

Although I don't know what Viscount Jack has to say, the act of coming to the palace when it is dark is not a trivial matter.

"What the hell is going on?" Malone asked.

"It's over there." Jack organized the language, "Previously, Fei Lun sent a message through magic, saying that there was a dwarf general Bronze Beard, and a barbarian wanted to meet you through our teleportation array. ”

"Copperbeard, barbarian?"

"Yes......" Jack continued, "and the barbarian is still a high-ranking ...... over there in Orff Heights."

Ma Long walked in the yard with his hands behind his back, his brain running at high speed......

As a high-ranking official in the northern province of Seris, Fei Lun is in charge of most of the northern counties south of the Gelong River, what else can't the dwarves tell him, instead of talking to himself?

"Did our intelligence make any discoveries, about the north of the Golong River?"

"Nope." Jack shook his head a little dejectedly and said, "You know, our sources over there are all relying on the caravan from the north, and this year the snow has just melted, and the caravan has just set off, and it will be a long time before it returns."

"The latest news is from last year, when Orfgang grabbed a lot of territory from the Guling, and for them, everything should be going well."

"Something must have happened!" Marlon said in an affirmative tone: "And it's not a trivial matter, it has even affected the dwarves, otherwise they wouldn't have come together to see me." ”

"Then we ......," Jack hesitated and tentatively asked, "Do you want them to use the teleportation array?" ”

Ma Long pondered and thought about it for a while: "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Let them come......"

"Kane." He turned his head and called again.

"Your Majesty......" Kane scurried out of the shadows not far away, apparently he had been nearby all along.

"Go and inform the others, and prepare to meet the messengers of the dwarves and barbarians."

"Yes!"

The envoys of the two tribes arrived in Zhongzhou City in the middle of the night.

Failing to accede to their request to meet the king overnight, Malf tried to appease them, and finally settled them down temporarily.

But as soon as the morning dawned, Copperbeard clamored to see Marlon, and although the barbarian did not speak, his face was full of anticipation.

In the main hall of the court, Ma Long sat on the throne, looking down, and the civil and military ministers were lined up left and right.

Jack led the Brass Beard and the barbarian into the temple.

"Your Majesty, the messengers of the dwarves and barbarians have arrived."

Ma Long waved his hand, and he naturally retreated into the group of ministers and stood in his own position.

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a long time, I greet you on behalf of my king Mussahn!"

"It's been a long time since you've seen you." Marlon sat on the throne and bent forward, "Is Musahn okay?" ”

Listening to Ma Long's question, Tongxu's face couldn't help but become depressed, and the original strength of the strong pretend suddenly collapsed, "Your Majesty has recently encountered a strong enemy and suffered a lot of injuries, if it weren't for the dragon armor, I'm afraid it would be ......."

He couldn't say the rest of the story, but everyone in the hall could understand it.

If it weren't for the dragon armor, the dwarven king Musahn would have died.

Ma Long knew what the dragon armor was, but it was actually the same thing as the pure gold dragon scale armor he used, both of which were the works of the dwarves after the dragon slay, but the names of the two sides were different.

However, with Moussane's not weak strength, and the dragon armor on his body, he was almost killed by the beating, what did they encounter?

"What the hell is going on?"

Since he had doubts in his heart, and there was someone on the scene who could answer them, Ma Long naturally asked.

"Here's the thing......"

The dwarf collected his emotions and said something to the people in the main hall.

It turned out that just a few months ago, that is, last year, Orff Gang defeated Guling and seized a lot of territory.

Seeing that there was hope for the unification of the barbarians, he was naturally greatly excited.

And although Gu Ling has the fallen Titan Shengang battle axe in his hand, the more he kills, the stronger he becomes, although he resolutely resists, but after all, his subordinates are powerless, and they are killed and defeated in a row.

I don't know if it's because he killed too much, or if after a big defeat, he finally went crazy after he couldn't stand the blow!

Wield the uncountable battle axe in your hand and slaughter all of your men.

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