His Majesty Orheimdo did not hide his appearance, he was still the burly man dressed as a mercenary, but today, taking off all the ordinary, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the space, his figure could shake the earth, his every move seemed to be a rule, and everyone was watching, even if he was surrounded by nine legendary thrones, he was still the most striking and majestic.

His head turned slightly, his gaze swept over everyone, and the surging sound turned into a rolling sound wave, resounding through the endless mountains.

"When gloom and ghosts cover the sky, when corpses and blood cover the earth, when liberty and equality are ruthlessly trampled on.

I, the legend of the miracle, obeyed the oath I once made, and I, Olheimdo, raised the banner of rebellion.

The eternal legends answered the call, this may be the last dignity, the last battle, but under the covenant, we will never betray, never compromise, never shed blood, and fight to the death. ”

At this moment, whether it was a farmer working in the fields, a soldier training on the training ground, a pedestrian on the street, a vendor hawking, or even a demonic beast dormant in the mountains and forests, they couldn't help but stop, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully to the words.

The voice penetrated directly into everyone's heart, listening to it, inexplicably moved to flow, everyone unconsciously knelt down, the tears in the corners of their eyes were like rain, they didn't even know why they were moved, but in the depths of their blood, it naturally oozes irrepressible trembling.

How many years ago, their ancestors witnessed this moment.

Many years later, they also witnessed this moment.

It is the glory that is remembered in the depths of every bloodline, passed down for countless years, and it is also the undying courage witnessed by the covenant.

After Olheimdo finished speaking, he couldn't help but stop, and he looked at each of the kings present again, carefully, seriously, as if to reflect their figures in the depths of his eyes.

After a long time, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, as brilliant and sincere as a rippling flower, and he said: "My comrades-in-arms, my brothers, although seeing you again will herald crises and wars, I still want to say that it is good to see you. ”

This sentence did not use any force, it was just the most ordinary voice, which resounded within a radius of tens of meters, and was only heard by these royal wives.

Then, all the majesty, the oppression, the solemnity melted away like snow in the sun.

Everyone laughed......

This is Olheimdo!

This is the legend of miracles!

His most commendable thing is not his extraordinary strength, not his legendary experience, not his ruling the country of mercenaries, not his firm belief in slaughtering demonic beasts, but his bearing and charisma that can be recognized and convinced by the thrones.

A king is a king!

Every step of the king's growth is to swim in the sea of corpses and blood, and when the king stands on the top of the mountain and looks down on all directions, there are mountains of white bones under him.

Therefore, the king is firm, strong, willful, and his goal is unwavering. This is the shining point worth following for the people below the king, but for the king of the same level, it is the flashpoint of contradictions.

The contradictions between the kings are the differences of their respective ideas, and they represent not only each person, but also the forces of both sides.

Therefore, there has always been a saying in the world that 'the king does not see the king'.

There are ten throne majesties in the Hall of Freedom, which is a huge force enough to make many enemies tremble, but they are also full of contradictions, and Olheimdo, and only Olheimdo has such incredible charm, let them get together again and make them laugh together.

When the laughter fell, Olheimdo said cleanly: "According to the covenant, the round table will be held again today, and there is only one topic - in the face of more and more alien invaders, where should we go?"

"You all know that I have a hatred for the beast, and my father, mother, and sister all died in the mouth of the beast. I built the country of mercenaries deep into this mountain range because I wanted it to be a bridgehead, a thorn to pierce the heart of the monster's lair.

I want to slaughter demonic beasts forever, and my life will not stop, and the battle will not stop. ”

"But today, I will first state my attitude, I will temporarily give up my hatred with the Warcraft, the Atlanta continent has sunk for too long, I do not want my homeland to be destroyed, I do not want to be looked down upon by those filthy betrayers, I will fight the alien invaders with all my strength until they are all driven out. ”

"That's what I think and what I think!"

"Now, it's your turn......"

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In the middle of September in the year 314 of the new calendar, after the outbreak of the Scorched Hell's counterattack, His Majesty Orheimdor, the land of mercenaries and the 'Legend of Miracles', sensed the deterioration of the situation on the Atlantic continent, opened the Round Table Council with the Hall of Freedom again.

As a result, kings continued to come.

On October 15, the year 314 of the new calendar, the round table officially opened, and all ten throne whenses arrived, and the agenda of the council was only one - to fight back against the alien invasion.

On October 18, the year 314 of the new calendar, after three days of consultations, the round table reached an agreement, and then, His Majesty the Throne of Olheimdor officially announced that the Temple of Freedom declared war on all the alien invaders, and the blood will not be shed, and the battle will not stop to the death.

On October 19, the year 314 of the new calendar, the Council of the Round Table issued a convening order, and the Hall of Freedom will form ten elite war regiments, and professionals registered with the Professionals' Guild can participate in the selection.

These news were spread throughout the Atlanta continent through the information network of the Professionals Guild for the first time, and as a result, after the establishment of the Hundred Clans Alliance, the continent was boiling again......

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Rose Collar, Ilmassu City, Rose Castle, Inside the Study.

"Boss, as for the magic pattern carving of the silver pedestal, the spellcasting team has already eaten it thoroughly, and the difficulty is not high, but the accuracy required for the miniature engraving is too high, and the scrap rate once reached a terrible seventy percent.

However, according to your request, the same alchemist only specializes in one part, and so on. Then, the whole process is down, and then the dwarven forger splices and assembles.

Well, although this 'assembly line' mode is not conducive to the improvement of ability, the efficiency is really much higher, and with the improvement of the proficiency of those alchemists, the completion rate of the silver pedestal will definitely be greatly improved, and I am confident that I will complete the task within three months." Xia Zuo straightened up, and his voice was unusually loud:

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at an old man in a magic robe next to him, it was his competitor, Grand Wizard Kairi Miso.

Kairi Miso's face was unmoved, but he listened extremely carefully, especially when he heard it for three months, his face couldn't help but twitch, and as soon as Xia Zuo's words fell, he immediately spoke: "Your Majesty, according to your request, we have found an oil melon after the selection of hundreds of materials. ”

"That's right, it's a plant fruit that contains a strange substance that burns when exposed to an open flame, and the flame is so strange that it's not easy to extinguish. ”

"We have assumed a special device inside this gourd, which will explode as long as the gourd collides violently, and the splashed gourd juice will have extremely strong spreading combustion characteristics. ”

"Compared with safety, convenience, high controllability, large output, etc., this kind of oil melon is very suitable for your requirements. But ......" Carey's words stopped, as if he was peeking at Muen's face.

Mu En was unmoved, and continued: "Tell the truth." ”

"Well, the environment in which this plant grows is very special, it requires extremely high temperatures, and the growth cycle is also long, of course, we can solve these problems by simulating the environment with spells, and it is nothing. But the shelf life of the oil melon is a problem - it is a plant fruit after all, and the storage time is only one year, and after more than a year, it will deteriorate and have no burning effect. ”

"Only for a year?" Mu En frowned: "Have you tried refrigeration?"

"Refrigerated?

"Fruits and vegetables can be refrigerated in the ice cellar, you say that oil melons belong to plants, so why not try it?"

"......" Kyrie Miso was stunned, he was a great wizard, and he didn't study the preservation of fruits and vegetables, uh, no research. After a while, he said, "I'll start arranging the experiment as soon as I go back." ”

"Yes, hurry up. Mu En nodded slightly, sat up straight, his tone was not as casual as just now, and he paused for a moment before he said slowly: "These two things go first, let's talk about the reform of spellcasters and wizards!"