Human life is accompanied by lies, there are white intentions, malicious or casual lies, some people tell lies written on their faces, some people can talk about some deadly language traps with a charming smile (not all of them are lies), and some people can talk nonsense in a serious way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

To some extent, the art of language is also embodied in lying, but what is the highest level of lying?

A misleading expression, a smile of incomprehensibility, or an unassailable lie with truth?

This is a matter of opinion, but Edward III undoubtedly took the art to a chilling level, allowing his opponents to fool everyone with the most apt truth.

"Edward III is in collusion with the Underworld!"

At first, even the Gallester Alliance, which issued a condemnation, couldn't help but laugh when they heard it, and the reason why they chose this excuse for war was not only the secret operation of spies, but also the sarcasm of Edward III by the Gallester League leaders.

The rightful descendant of the Hero King, the noble King of the Holy Duchy, would fall in love with a lowly underworlder, and even give birth to a witch who brought misfortune to the surroundings. And the most ridiculous thing is that Edward III still failed to keep the woman he loved in the end, and could not even take revenge, because they were all for the sake of his beloved Majesty the King and the future of the Holy Duchy.

Many people in private and even in some public occasions are laughing at the absurdity, cowardice and incompetence of His Majesty the "Virtuous King", but they don't know how terrible it can be for a hysterical king who is no longer bound by his feelings.

Fame, status, wealth, and family affection, Edward III, who unloaded these burdens and treated them as chess pieces, became a qualified chess player, and finally had the qualifications to play on the chessboard of the Akarin continent, and his first act was to circle the cake of the Gallester Alliance and re-establish a brilliant and powerful empire, so that he could have the capital to participate in the competition on the continent.

Edward III's plan was undoubtedly successful, he deliberately conspired with the princes of various countries, communicated the power of the underworld, and then spent a great deal of money to jointly open a temporary teleportation channel, so that the army of the underworldrs appeared in the continent Middle-earth once again after the Dark Age.

Subsequently, the underground people gradually flowed into the Gallester Alliance under heavy camouflage and cover, which left more or less traces of anomalous information, but this suspicious information was either covered up by the hidden spy agents, or became the laughing stock of those high-level people. The pretext they used to mock Edward III for declaring war turned into a dubious fact in the blink of an eye?

The big guys who were purged more or less laughed at the ridiculous pieces of information, but it turned out that the winners were the ones who had the last laugh.

The kings of the Grizzly Bear, the Bird of Paradise, the Flying Feather, and the Thorns became the first kings, with the exception of the Eagle Principality, because the whole country was united and invulnerable? Of course not, but Edward III felt that such a "country of robbers" had no need to exist at all.

The armies stationed on the borders of the Holy Duchy also set off a drama of seizing power, and the die-hard forces of the original royal family were unsurprisingly cleared, and then the alliance of the five nations (less the Principality of the Eagle, more of the Principality of the Principality) began to encircle and suppress the army of the Principality of the Eagle.

After defeating this hateful "bandit army", the coalition forces turned eastward to divide the incomparably large cake in the middle of the five kingdoms.

The rapidly changing situation in Middle-earth and North of the continent has shocked everyone, but the remote land of Brut Northwest is no less peaceful.

Since the surprise attack of the underground people on Fort Proglin more than half a month ago, the battles have not been interrupted, and if the calm before the storm makes people feel oppressive, then the continuous harassment of the underground people during this time is as annoying as the rainy season of the glorious moon.

After several battles in a row, Des also established a response to the "blackening" of the underground people, and after observation and research, they also found that this state that can greatly enhance combat power is just an enhanced version of "madness", which cannot last and will have a certain degree of overdraft after the state disappears, and even affect the mind.

At this time, in the experimental area on the third basement floor of the "Black Clock Tower", a magical research institute in the eastern district of the Destung District, an old man wearing a half-silver mask and a purple and black robe led Tagore to the high platform in the center of the experimental area.

The two old guys at the pinnacle of Des's power walked up the steps step by step, stepped into the forbidden area of the high platform, and stopped in front of a black platform.

The circular platform is not large, just the size of an ordinary room, and the ground is painted with a self-contained magic array with precious Mithril blending solution, and if the magic center outside is invaded and destroyed, the defense mechanism will be triggered, and the connection with the center will be immediately disconnected here, and it will operate independently. From this point of view, its importance is self-evident.

There are only two old men in the empty testing area, but strictly speaking, you have to count the test subject lying on the black platform - a "blackened" underground person.

The spacious platform is three meters long and one and a half meters wide, but it is not difficult to adjust its size. It was almost filled with a tall, sturdy undergroundman, naked and bound to the platform by the flowing magical light, his body bubbling black and his eyes black.

In order not to affect the experiment, he did not cast a mental spell on him, but after obtaining the body enhancement data, he applied a weakening spell. Now this underground man who is as strong as a cow is in a state of "myasthenia gravis", and it is an enhanced version, except for being able to swallow and breathe normally, let alone bite his tongue and kill himself, he can't even bite the skin.

Tagore glanced at the **** underground people with a solemn expression, and then said with a serious face: "It's so big!"

The black-robed old mage Tim Magar replied lightly, "But it's not as big as mine!"

"I'm talking about his tonsils. Tagore shook off a look of contempt, and Tim still said indifferently: "I have tonsil inflammation for the past two days. ”

The two undisciplined old fellows sneered at each other before they finally began to discuss serious matters, Tim opened his five fingers and reached out to grab a pinch of black gas, and then took out a small transparent cube, controlling it to levitate in the air little by little into the black gas imprisoned in his right hand.

The two waited for a moment, only to see the transparent cube slowly rotating in the black air, and there was no change.

"Obviously, without a divine reaction, weakness is not counted, it is not at all. Tagore shrugged and added, "It seems that you are overthinking, this time (to be continued.) )