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Later, Jacques appeared on Avenue Beamon and walked towards the Cangyuan Hotel. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Beamon Avenue is the most important street in the Orc Capital, the same age as the Orc Empire. Every time he walked this ancient street, the young prince couldn't help but beat his blood in his heart.

Beamon, the legendary guardian beast of the orc clan, is said to be a rival to the dragon. Although they do not have the ability to fly as dragons, their huge bodies tens of meters tall and sharp claws several meters long, they have the transcendent power to destroy all living things, and they have become the well-deserved kings of the earth. And their thick golden fur is a natural magical defense shield, and most magic is like an itch to them. That's why legend has it that "even the strongest dragons have to be humble enough in the face of the weakest Beamon Behemoth". Because of the lightening face, the dragon clan is not pleasing in front of Beamon.

Because of Beamon's existence, the orcs have made an extremely glorious history. This history, Jacques, like any orc, knows too little. It was born with the appearance of the Beamon Behemoth, and it was also hidden in the depths of the years with the disappearance of Beamon, leaving only a scale and a half claw for future generations to remember.

Most of the buildings lining the streets are made of unpolished rock and giant logs quarried from primeval forests. The blue color of the building, which has withered and flourished and withered over the long years, bathed in wind and rain, witnessed the decline of the orcs.

Jacques believes that humans don't have much interest in the land where the orcs live, and even if they do take over the capital of the orc empire, they will disdain these buildings. Of course, the butcher who led tens of thousands of cavalry across the empire, burning, looting, and killing people in the wilderness was perhaps an exception. For hundreds of years, although the beasts have been in a difficult situation, they can also be in a safe corner, and there is more or less this reason. After all, no country wants to provoke a war with great costs and little to gain.

Although the Avenue Billmont cannot compare to the opulent streets of a bustling human city, Jacques loves this rustic, simple, heavy style. The architectural style often represents the characteristics of a nation, and the orcs are such a people, in the process of integrating with humans for hundreds of years, the things in their bones have not changed.

As soon as you walk into the Cangyuan Hotel, you will be greeted by the aroma of wine.

The hotel was already overcrowded.

The war seems to have made the hotel business surprisingly good, because too many people need to borrow alcohol to drown their troubles, even if it is only to temporarily numb themselves.

The hotel owner has very sharp eyes. As soon as he saw Jacques. He hurriedly put down the ledger. Ran out from behind the counter.

"Your Highness. There you are. Floor please"

When he stood in front of Jacques. A big smile suddenly spread across his face. Long-term experience in business and land. Make him look more like a Terran.

"Boss, you're busy. I'll do it myself," Jacques nodded.

Jacques stepped on the stairs. Not far away, there was a sound of "".

He followed the prestige.

A drunken young orc staggered from his table.

On the ground in front of him, a wine bottle was smashed to pieces.

"Who the...... Tell...... Tell me, this ...... Damn war...... What to hit...... Waiting"

The boss looked nervously at Jacques on the staircase, and hurried up to the young orc, grabbing him.

"Brother Lear, you drank too much and sit down, don't get excited"

Lear shoved him away: "Let ...... Open, I'm going to slaughter that Na...... Nalan Butcher"

The boss glanced at the guy in the distance.

Two men ran over and pushed him back into his chair.

"Don't ...... I, who stopped ...... I, who am I anxious with...... Lear struggled, drawing the attention of many.

The boss of "Good CC" kept patting him on the shoulder and comforted, "You rest first, when the wine wakes up, we will go"

"I'm telling you...... I'm going to kill him, and he's going to kill me...... Dad, there are two more ...... Brother, burn me...... 's father's eldest brother and second brother," Lear grabbed the boss's sleeve and cried bitterly as he spoke.

The boss was suddenly distracted, and looked nervously towards the stairs.

Jacques's figure had disappeared into the stairs.

He couldn't help but breathe.

"Lear, stop crying. Everyone has bitterness in their hearts, these days, boil" He looked at the surrounding drinkers and sighed.

Jacques walked upstairs in despair, towards a private room.

Along the way, the voices of the young orcs echoed in his ears.

"How long is this damn war going to be?"

"How long is this damn war going to be?"

"How long is this damn war going to be?"

The voice grew louder and louder, as if desperately hoping for an answer from him.

But Jacques could not answer.

"How long is this damn war going to be?"

He was muttering to himself.

The door curtain was rolled up, and Lin Shiting's beautiful face appeared in front of him.

"Your Highness, please come in"

Jacques grinned at her and stepped inside.

"Jacques, are you alright?" In the elegant room, a middle-aged orc in his forties looked at him with a smile.

"Teacher Rayman, why are you here" Jacques looked at it and was immediately pleasantly surprised.

"I think Your Highness needs me now, so I'm here," Reyman smiled

Kind.

"Teacher, why don't you come to me directly? Jacques looked at Lin Shiting and then at Ray Yiman, his expression was very unhappy.

Lin Shiting smiled: "Your Highness, you are very ungraceful."

Jacques smiled awkwardly: "I ......"

"Your Highness, sit down first. Rayman smiled.

After the three of them were seated, the maid brought wine and food.

"When the Blood God Sect was plagued by the continent, I was also invited to Priselli City. ”

Jacques was surprised and said, "You went too?"

"Yes," Lei Yiman nodded, "Not only did I go, but the Sith, Assman, and Huoyun Three Kingdoms Saint Rank masters all went. Elves, dragons, and dwarves also sent reinforcements to the city of Priselly. ”

"I finally understand that Mingluo has bitten a hard bone," Jacques smiled bitterly after a long pause.

Lei Yiman's face turned straight: "Your Highness, the master of the Continent Holy Rank, there is an unwritten rule, do you know?"

Jacques nodded.

"We can't intervene in disputes between nations, because that will only make the war more tragic and cause more casualties. But the matter of the Blood God Sect is related to the safety of the continent and the survival of all races, so we can't stay out of it."

"What about after the fall of the Blood God Cult?" Jacques wanted to know if Liuyun had successfully defended Priseli City with the help of the power of the Saint Rank Master.

"Your Highness, can a needle pass through your heart's eye?" Lin Shiting asked with a smile.

Jacques finally appeared, Lin Shiting's first advantage is beautiful, and the second advantage is that she has a poisonous mouth.

"Your Highness has really worried about this matter.

As soon as the battle of the Blood God Sect ended, the Holy Rank masters of various countries and the reinforcements of various races set off for their return. Mingluo led the emperor's team to attack, which we didn't expect. Ray Yiman paused, looked at Jacques and said, "I don't want to see that too"

Facing Rayman's eyes, Jacques sighed: "Teacher, I can't persuade my father. He believed in Minluo too much."

"Let's put this aside for now. Jacques, I'm here today because I have something more important to tell you."

"Teacher, please speak"

Jacques seemed to have guessed what Rayman was going to say, and sighed softly in his heart: "Teacher, even if you come to be a lobbyist for him, I can't make a decision now." Even though I'm over this damn war"

"Your Highness, what do you think of the Marquis of Liuyun?"

"I've learned a lot about him from Lin Shitingxiu. I'll admit that he's a great guy," Jacques glanced at Lin Shiting.

"Is that all?" Rayman smiled.

Jacques: "Teacher, isn't that enough?"

Ray Eyman laughed.

"Your Highness, I have always admired you, because you have a broad mind and bearing, and you have the entire empire and the orc clan in your heart. ”

"As a prince, I can't shirk my responsibility"

"However, when I saw Marquis Liuyun, I now admired him even more. While you are still worried about the future of the orc lands and the current war, he is already thinking about the interests of the various races of the Blue Moon and the future of the entire continent."

"At his initiative, before the end of the Blood God Cult's war, the masters of the Holy Rank of various races established an organization called the Holy Alliance, so that after the end of the war, the interests of various countries and races would be coordinated and all kinds of disputes resolved. He hoped that through the mediation of the Holy Alliance, the Blue Moon Continent could quickly recover after the war, and all races could have a bright future. Uncle Rayman is also a member of the Holy Alliance. Lin Shiting added in due course.

Jacques listened to the words of the two and was speechless for a long time. He has always told himself that a man must have lofty ideals and ambitions, and as a prince, he is even more so. However, compared to this Allied commander who rose to the continent like a comet, he felt that he was not half as bad as that.

"The times make heroes," Lei Yiman sighed, "I have a hunch that Marquis Liuyun will be a rare genius in the history of the continent for a thousand years, and Blue Moon will be under his guidance, and the world will be turned upside down." The tide he stirred up would run rampant in all obstacles that stood in his way. No one could stop him from moving forward. The nobles of the Fire Cloud are like this, the Blood God Sect is like this, and so will Mingluo."

A long time later, when interviewing Liuyun, a beautiful woman from the "Blue Moon People" magazine asked such a question: "Marquis Liuyun, what is the force that helped you become the creator of the new history of Blue Moon?"

Liuyun replied seriously at the time: "I think that life gives men an extra fulcrum, which is to call them to pry the planet we live in, I am lucky to hear this call, and others have no thanks"

Because of this answer, he turned from an idol in the hearts of the mainland people to a lovely mortal overnight, and the beautiful woman who interviewed him was even more attracted by his evil charm and chased him from all corners of the earth.

But Alexander said privately: "He is a complete pervert, and his real motivation is the burning lust in his body, because he longs to end the war early, to free up more time, and to use the fulcrum that life gives him, to keep prying the charming and flower-like beauties around him."

It's clear that Ray Ivan isn't a person who knows Liuyun properly. His words infinitely mythologized the clouds and deeply stimulated Prince Jacques.

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