Zhang Lan was a little confused, and he didn't know how to answer the question of the old man in front of him for a while, he shook his head, and then felt that it was inappropriate. He nodded hurriedly. His movements were very small, but the old man's expression kept changing with his movements, alternating with gloom and joy. It wasn't until Zhang Lan was at a loss that the old man woke up to his abruptness, put down his arm a little dejectedly, pointed to the council hall, and then took the lead and walked in.

This old human man seemed to have a lot of prestige among the goblins, and when he walked into the council hall, the goblins followed him into the hall one after another. When he came to the council hall, the old man sat down at the table and chair in Tututi's right hand, and the young man naturally followed him and stood behind him, not taking a seat in the hall. The goblin who was sitting in that position consciously found another place to sit, and the young goblin boy in the hall skillfully changed the tea on the table.

Zhang Lan walked behind everyone, returned to her original set of tables and chairs and sat down, but her eyes were always staring at the two compatriots, and the ancients of the two of them made Zhang Lan more and more curious. "Could it be that they really traveled to this world from ancient times," Zhang Lan unconsciously thought in her mind. He already knew that the randomness of time and space that everyone traveled into this world was great. For example, Li Junshan's time was a year later than Zhang Lan, but they were able to travel to this world almost at the same time, so if these two compatriots traveled from ancient times, it would not be an incredible thing for him.

King Zhao and the others came here, obviously to discuss something. After taking a seat, King Zhao was going to greet him, but Tututi obviously didn't have such patience, and asked directly: "King Zhao, they brought back two pieces of Xuanwu carapace fragments, I think you already know." We can make more Red Crystal Guns, do you think we have a chance to go head-to-head with the Lizardmen? “

After listening to Tututi's question, King Zhao twisted his gray goatee, thought for a while, and said: "No, judging from the military organization ability of your goblin clan, as I said last time, in this war, your army will collapse as long as you lose more than half of the casualties, this is the nature of the race cannot be changed, so if you want to fight this battle, your army's casualties must be kept within half of it." And judging from the lizardmen you described, even if the Red Crystal Spear is equipped with the whole army in a head-to-head duel, the casualties of the army will definitely exceed 30%, not to mention that the Red Crystal Spear is not enough to equip the whole army, so you will be defeated! King Zhao's words were conclusive, his words were sonorous and powerful, although he said very unwelcome words, but none of the goblins argued, and they all took it for granted.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lan was a little speechless, the goblin clan simply wrote "I'm not good at fighting, I'm proud" on his face, without a trace of shame, and King Zhao obviously knew a lot about the goblin clan, and he continued to talk without changing his face, at this moment, the drooping old figure disappeared, and the image of a commander who scolded Fang Xuan coincided with him, and his eyes were full of sharpness during the conversation.

"Well, no! When he spoke to me, he didn't speak in an ancient dialect, and he had a heavier Henan accent than the original Henan classmates, and he almost couldn't understand what he said in front of the hall, but at this moment his words fell in his ears but it was standard Mandarin, which was almost comparable to the announcer. Zhang Lan, who was on the seat next to him, didn't pay much attention to what King Zhao said, but was surprised by the huge difference in his language.

"By the way, it must be a dialect of all races, and he must not have spoken in his own language when talking to the goblins, so King Zhao can not only speak with the goblins now, but even my compatriot listens to his speech a lot, this universal language has to be said to be really amazing" Zhang Lan listened to King Zhao's conversation and sighed with emotion, but what he sighed was not King Zhao's penetrating analysis of the situation, but his sigh for the magic of this world.

"Well, wait a minute, he will definitely find me to understand the situation, and I will also ask him to speak with my ten thousand tribes, or I will have to listen to his dialect that I don't know hundreds of years ago, then I guess I can't say anything clearly" Zhang Lan's thoughts were not at all on the topic of the council room, and all of them were focused on speculating about the background of those two compatriots.

"Wait, my big Song is okay now, Henan accent, is he ... Zhang Lan suddenly thought of something, and Mu Ran woke up. Ignoring that the meeting in the council hall had entered a critical place, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Zhao Congxin, are you Zhao Congxin, the king of the Great Song Dynasty and Wei?" ”

Zhang Lan's sudden shouting interrupted the progress in the chamber, and everyone focused their eyes on him, the difference was that the eyes of the goblins were full of curiosity and bewilderment, while the eyes of the two compatriots, one old and one young, were full of shock and heat.