It turns out that we have a common purpose.

All of this is a misunderstanding, if I had known that you would also mint metal currency, and fully agreed with His Majesty's monetary reform system, I would not have been your enemy at all.

Now, let me see if there is any possibility of cooperation between us.

The file files back and forth on the surface of the metal currency, making a regular grinding sound.

Wu Yuan was so persistent that he left a clear triangular file on all the silver coins, and when viewed from the side, it looked like they had been pierced by large triangular nails, turning the coins into unusable scrap coins.

"Bang!"

As soon as he let go of his hand, the file slipped and fell to the ground.

“…… I'm right......" Wu Yuan muttered to himself, a strange expression on his face, a wry smile mixed with disappointment, but no anger in sight.

Life is a grind, and he feels like he's past the age of anger. It is not calculated by years, but by "days" and "hours".

This is a real silver coin, the part of which is glittering with a file, and the silver content of this silver coin is frighteningly high, if not 100% silver.

It's not the money you want, at least not the kind he thinks is right.

"We can never work together, we are not all the way." He slowly wiped the metal shavings off his hands and returned to his normal sitting position.

After thinking for a long time again, Wu Yuan finally made up his mind.

Now there is no second choice but to fight to the death.

He clapped his palms vigorously.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, burly man walked in.

If Niu Lingxiao was present, he would definitely recognize that this was a deputy captain of the personal guard beside him, who belonged to the kind of elite fighters with strong strength, skilled combat skills, and rich experience.

He knelt down on one knee facing Wu Yuan, his rough-skinned face full of reverence: "Great Wizard, what do you command?" ”

"Have all the people arrived?" Wu Yuan stood up from his chair and regained his cold and arrogant image.

"It's all here." The vice-captain added: "We are waiting for your orders. ”

"Let's go!" Wu Yuan said seriously: "According to the plan, let's go to Red Hoof City. ”

……

There are many ways to get a person to obey their commands.

Money, women, power......

Wu Yuan is the spokesperson of the gods, and his status as a wizard is worthless in Niu Lingxiao's eyes, because the king of the fierce bull himself has a very high status, and he has already seen through a certain relationship between power and gods. This doesn't mean that Niu Lingxiao doesn't believe in gods, but he knows that gods are actually not as mysterious as the legend, they may exist, and they may not be as good as a piece of stinky shit, but in any case, the latter sentence can only be said quietly behind closed doors. If he was outside, in front of thousands of ordinary people, even if he gave Niu Lingxiao a hundred dares, he wouldn't dare to confide half a word.

The connection between the barbarians and the gods is so close that the king of the fierce bulls can defy the gods, but the people below him do not have the guts. The vice-captain of the pro-guard team is the best example, although he is loyal to his king, he feels that he should not treat Wu Yuan in such a rough way. Witch practitioners have a high status and must be respected.

Wu Yuan keenly seized the opportunity to envelop some people, including the vice-captain, and preach to them everything about the gods. The Witch Walker is a doctor in a way, Wu Yuan has a lot of research in medical skills, he used herbs to cure the vice-captain's mother, and gained the friendship of this straightforward man, which gradually turned into various kinds of worship for himself.

Everything was quietly carried out without Niu Lingxiao noticing. He thought that the Fierce Horn City was absolutely safe, and the people below would not disobey him, but he never dreamed that Wu Yuan had successfully pulled up a small group of more than sixty people, and everyone led by him, and sold their souls to the gods with all their hearts.

I am loyal to the gods and resolutely obey the orders of my spokesman, and only by doing so can I be redeemed on a spiritual level.

Red Hoof City is Wu Yuan's last move.

He wasn't sure if he would succeed, but as things stand, the success rate was over 80 percent.

It's a real last-ditch fight.

Won, glorious.

If you lose, you really have nothing left, and you will definitely die.

……

Suolong Pass, the logistics base of the Kingdom Alliance.

Father Perias stood on the side of a large iron pot, holding a spatula in both hands, vigorously stirring the black liquid that had boiled in the pot.

This is the stock solution of Migaal's No. 44 Elixir, which is a concentrate made directly from raw materials. It was so poisonous that it had to be mixed with a large amount of water to neutralize the medicinal properties, and a certain amount of liquor could be bottled in a ten-milliliter dose before it could be distributed to the soldiers.

Duke Calis came from a distance with two lieutenants, and he was very satisfied with the logistics base set up inside the barracks, in addition to the normal food supply, a special area was set aside for Peryas to prepare potions, avoiding the trouble of long-distance transportation.

Hundreds of low-ranking clergy in black robes were doing the same work as Perias. When the base was first set up, many nobles were curious and came to find out, but they were quickly forced away by the strong and pungent smell of pharmaceuticals, which was actually nothing to see, just a group of priests sweating and doing monotonous and repetitive work here. The Holy See has revealed the recipe for Michael's 44th potion to the Five Kingdoms, and anyone who is interested can buy it through regular channels. What's more, Duke Calis is ambitious, he wants to use this potion to seize the Lock Dragon Pass and open the door to the north of the continent, the amount of medicine used is so huge, there is no secret for a long time.

"Hello, my friend." The Duke walked up to Perias and greeted him in a friendly manner: "I am impressed by your efforts, and after this battle, I will take credit for you from His Majesty the Pope, and we will not forget what you have done." ”

"Thank you!" The rising steam made Peryas feel very hot, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hands were clubbed with the shovel in the pot, through the rising heat, looking at the blurred outline of the mountains at the back of the camp, gasping and asking, "How long will this war last?" ”

He had already proven his worth through the potion, and now that Perias didn't want the war to end anytime soon, he needed time and more experiments to improve the potion. Especially the tall savage giants, who sent some prisoners from the front, which Perias considered the best gift the Duke could have given him.

"It should be soon, we have the most powerful artillery in the world, and the greatest potion researchers." Calis's ability to become a duke is not only based on strength, but also on a mouth that can speak well and comfort the listener. He smiled mildly and concernedly, "How's the Enhanced Elixir researched?" ”

Perias put away his thoughts, his expression became serious, and he slowly shook his head: "It's not very smooth. ”

The Duke of Calis was not surprised by this: "Have you encountered any difficulties, do you want my help?" ”

The priest put down the spatula in his hand: "You'd better follow me over and see for yourself." ”

The lab is a makeshift tent. There were guards outside, and no one could enter without permission.

Perias led the Duke into the tent.

The air here is full of blood and the smell of medicine, which is uncomfortable to mix, like a garbage room with too much medical waste piled up in the era of civilization.

There are more than a dozen iron cages here, and all of them have a barbarian in them.

Their hands and feet were cut off, the bleeding was stopped by special techniques, and the surface of the wounds was sprinkled with medicinal powder for healing. The rectangular iron cages matched their strong bodies, and the bottom of the vertical cages was equipped with metal buckles, a total of eleven sets, just like the usual cushions in jewelry boxes, just right to trap these barbarians who had lost their collections in them, keeping their heads upward.

They were all alive, their eyes glaring at the priest and the duke who had lifted the tent curtain and walked in. Despite the loss of their hands and feet, they had tenacious mobility, writhing desperately and struggling, but they were bound by metal buckles and belts, unable to let go.

"I don't like these guys, they have too many hands and feet." Peryas took off his gloves as he walked, and explained the situation to the Duke by the way: "I only need the test specimens to know how they react to the potion itself. The biggest difference between them and other animals is their brains, and species with the ability to think are so troublesome, but by cutting off their hands and feet, they can avoid all kinds of troubles and make complex things simple. ”

"It's a sad thing that they don't understand what I'm saying. How elegant our language is, and what about them...... Hum! Filthy monosyllabic creatures that speak like male beasts in heat howling, and God knows what they want to say. ”

"And this, this guy is causing me a lot of trouble." The priest walked up to the iron cage on the right side of the tent and pointed to the barbarian man in the cage who was dying and "made" to be crippled: "He seems to be an officer, or a big man like a leader among the barbarians." On the day he cut off his hands and feet, he bounced off the ground with the strength of the muscles of his back and waist and smashed one of my attendants into the fire with his head and burned him to death. ”

The duke was suddenly interested, he walked over, stared intently at the barbarian man in the cage who was extremely weak, breathing slowly, and covered with blood scabs all over his body, and doubted what the priest had just said: "Really? ”

"Absolutely." Peryas sighed and raised his hand to point to the steel pliers that were driven deep into the shoulders of the barbarian man: "The belt can't tie him, only nails do." He has an amazing vitality and is a good test subject...... Holy Lord, in fact, I don't want to do this, as long as he cooperates a little bit, I will not inflict such a cruel punishment on him. He should be in the right position and understand his position and situation. He is our prisoner and must obey our orders. ”

The inside of the tent was not ventilated, and a disgusting stench permeated the air. The Duke of Calis raised his hand to cover his nostrils, and in the direction where the smell came from, he saw an iron cage open underneath, and a bedpan on the ground filled with filthy feces.

"Please understand, this is a laboratory, and it has been too busy lately, and the servants have to boil potions, so they can only come and clean it regularly." Perias took two cotton masks out of his pocket, handed one to the duke, and put the other on himself. He raised his hand and gestured at the barbarian who was fixed in the iron cage: "I cut out their tongues, including this guy, everyone can only excrete in this way now." Of course, there is no problem with eating, and they are spoon-fed every day, but these guys have a bad temper and are not satisfied with living until now, and always want to bite people with their teeth while eating. ”

Duke Calis was amused: "This is their last ability to resist, it's not strange, it's normal." ”

"My servant paid for it." Perias shrugged his shoulders: "Two people have had their fingers bitten off, and they have a reasonable excuse to be lazy from now on. ”

The Duke smiled, "Tell me about the new potion you're experimenting!" ”

"Progress has been slow." Perias sighed and casually picked up a bottle of Migaal Forty-Four Elixir from the table: "This thing doesn't work for them, it doesn't have any effect. ”

"Could it be that the dose is not enough?" The Duke has always liked to look at things from a professional point of view.

"It's not." The priest shook his head: "I've tried to increase the dose, these giants feel like we usually drink beer, there are brief numbness, and occasionally gibberish, in short, this medicine is like an alcoholic drink to them...... The Holy Lord is above, what a terrible species. ”

"No effect?" The Duke of Calis felt a little incredulous: "Except for the difference in size, there is no difference between the barbarians and us. The potion didn't even work for them? This...... It's just unbelievable. ”

"I don't understand why." Gently rubbing his temple with the thumb of his right hand, Perias said sadly, "I have to check their feces every day, and these guys are about the same as us in terms of food choices. Bread, butter, meat, fruit, wine...... All the food they can accept and digest normally. ”

The Duke shook his head: "There is no need to conduct experiments in this area, similar conclusions have been made for a long time. The barbarians eat everything, grass roots, bark, including the dead, they will not spare anything. The Holy See used to feed them with the corpses of the war dead, and these terrible fellows never refused. Why are barbarian gladiators worthwhile? Local prisons had agreements with gladiator merchants to provide them with a certain number of condemned prisoners on a regular basis. Every duel match opens with a full meal, and the audience loves to watch this. ”

Perias couldn't help but shudder slightly, and he let out a sigh of pity through his mask: "What a pitiful and terrible monster, may the Holy Lord forgive them." ”

"Hehe, that's wrong." The duke smiled: "They will not believe in the Holy Lord, these giants are real infidels. ”