After lunch, after a little tidying up, he and the people in the courtyard came to the stone platform, which is both the place where Master Mar gave a lecture and the venue for the celebration, and today for these two reasons, most of the magic warriors of the Crocodile Collar have gathered. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jiao Ming has also been here many times in this area called Shitai, but at this time, the scene of this crowd of people has made Jiao Ming feel a little familiar, so many people gather together in the sparsely populated crocodile collar is very rare. The people who set off from the courtyard together gradually dispersed into the crowd, and Binglian, as the young lord, naturally couldn't accompany Jiao Ming, so she took Xiao Shi to join the children.

Jiao Ming raised his eyes and looked around, feeling emotional, but also found that the crowd was not a simple group of free and loose people, among them was obviously organized by someone, and it was not surprising to think that these magic warriors had more or less experience in participating in the Southern War, and there was some discipline.

After about a quarter of an hour, the crowd stopped moving, as if a glass of water mixed with mud and sand was gradually layered, and in the innermost circle were more than a hundred children, led by the little ones, and among the children was the streaming machine, where Vera was fiddling. Behind the child, the middle circle is a young man, and in order to subdue the most restless guys, the crocodile duke himself sits in it. There are some middle-aged and elderly people in the periphery, but most of them are mainly joining in the fun, and some of them have completely disapproving expressions, and the noise is endless.

And Jiao Ming was arranged between the inner circle and the middle circle, seeing such an arrangement, I have to say that the lords of the crocodile domain are still very concerned about this preaching meeting, but they have always vaguely felt that they have neglected something important, and then at the moment when Master Mar opened his mouth to say hello, Jiao Ming sighed in his heart: How many people in the crocodile collar do you know?

Taking the situation of the earth as an example, this is a school that has invited internationally renowned scholars and professors, but unfortunately, most of the English proficiency of the thousands of students in the school stays at the level of greeting, and there is a distance of thousands of miles from being able to understand the academic report. I have to say that most of the hard work of the school leaders has been in vain.

As a nine-ring powerhouse, Master Mar has also seen a big scene in his own theocratic country, and he is not stage frightened at this time, his voice is loud and steady, and his voice is loud and steady, and there is nothing wrong with it except that it is a lingua franca. However, the audience below did not buy it at all, and after a few minutes of language barriers, they lost their patience, and the noise became louder and louder.

Just when Jiao Ming felt that this lecture was about to smash the pot, the scene was instantly quiet and the needle drop could be heard, and all the magic warriors no longer talked about each other, and even stood up straight without even making small movements such as grinding the skin and rubbing itchy.

Jiao Ming looked left and right inexplicably, scratched his head, and felt that he was the only living person standing in the puppet pile, and the feeling of not being dissolved in the environment was even a little terrifying.

"Please try the Qi Demon Medium, sir. The flower next to her quietly prompted Jiao Ming, and Jiao Ming did as he said, and found that not only was the communication process extremely difficult, but also the qi demon medium was still trembling slightly, and after careful induction, it was confirmed that it was not the qi demon medium that was trembling, but the magical energy in the holy demon sea connected to the qi demon medium was vibrating.

And the source of the trembling of the Holy Demon Sea was the crocodile duke not far away, Jiao Ming looked at the man with an ordinary appearance, put away all his contempt, and secretly said a cow beep.

The rest of the time was very awkward, the magic warriors of the crocodile collar became training in a standing military posture, and the master of Mar on the stage talked to himself, although from time to time he explained a sentence or two in the simple crocodile collar dialect, it was still difficult to overcome this huge language barrier.

In addition, Master Marr has lived in a religious environment since he was a child, and a few religious words appear in his discourse from time to time, and even those who are fluent in the lingua franca will inevitably mumble. It's like going to the temple to listen to those great monks preaching, and people whose native Chinese speakers are in a fog, let alone those foreigners.

Jiao Ming sighed bitterly, this situation should have been expected by the Binglian family as the organizers, but such a propaganda meeting may not have been seen by the crocodile collar for hundreds of years, it is too rare, and they can only use such means to suppress the past. Looking at the back of the central ice lotus of the child in front of him and the expressionless crocodile duke not far away, Jiao Ming even felt a little sympathetic to this family.

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This rather embarrassing lecture lasted for about an hour, after all, there was not much content in the book "Four Elephant Meditation Methods", and Master Mar's explanation focused on the earth system and the water system, and the other two systems only briefly talked about it.

And in such a world where strength is respected, it is not too much to stand for an hour out of respect for the two Nine-Ring powerhouses, and in the war with the Xu Qin people, the Nine-Ring Qi magician on the opposite side has long taught these magic warriors how to face the strong.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Master Mar finally uttered the word 'end' in the local dialect of the Crocodile Collar, and then Ms. Purple Feather took the stage and said a few words of flattery to Master Mar, and then invited everyone to applaud and thank Master Mar for his generous teaching. Of course, these are all kind words, and of course everyone will not compare how much dry things Master Zhenmar has said, but just show a relieved smile and slap his face.

After Lady Purple Feather led Master Mar down, Duke Crocodile took the stage and loudly announced the start of the celebration, and the atmosphere of the whole crowd gradually changed from suppressed seriousness to relaxed and joyful.

Then the crocodile duke gave a short speech, first some blessings about the grain harvest and the health of the people, then the announcement of the great victory in the war in the south, and the crowd resounded with cheers, and then the king of the mountain led everyone to eat and drink spicy wishes, and the cheers were even louder.

Finally, the crocodile duke took off his shirt, raised his arms and shouted, and the magic warriors below repeated it in the loudest voice. The crocodile duke shouted again, and repeated it below, and it turned out to be a slogan. The content translated into Chinese is nothing more than 'crocodile leads to win!' and 'crocodile leads cow beep!' and the like, and there are some rhymes in the sentence structure.

Looking at the shirtless man on the stage, Jiao Ming only felt indescribably weird, the impression that the crocodile duke usually gave Jiao Ming was more like a small boss who had some knowledge but was struggling to make a living, and the often slightly frowning brows on his face were not what a rough person should have. However, judging by the excited expressions of the people around them, this appearance may be more in line with their expectations of the leader.

The voices of the crocodile duke and the magic warriors became more and more high-pitched, and finally after shouting eight sentences, they broke up into a cheer, and Jiao Ming also understood that this seemed to be a prayer poem, not exactly a slogan.