"Marshal, is there an alchemist here?" Mo Xuan said with a lewd smile, the nobles on the side were all cold, and it looked like the werewolves were going to be unlucky.

"Yes, what are you looking for them?" Potlime was puzzled, he didn't know what those alchemists did, they made all kinds of strange things in front of bottles and cans all day long, I don't know if these things were useful, people only had to stay next to them for two days to understand that they were still alive and blessed.

"Aren't those alchemists able to make all sorts of potions? Can we commission them to make a potion that has a strong attraction to the insects in the swamp, and then scatter it through the Eagle Knight into the werewolf camp! Mo Xuan stroked his chin, his face unfathomable.

The faces of the nobles next to him are all green, this thing is too insidious! He can think of such a bad move, fortunately he is our person, if he is on the side of the werewolf? Thinking of this terrifying picture, all the nobles fought a cold war in unison, it was too terrifying, and they felt terrifying even thinking about it, and subconsciously stayed away from Mo Xuan.

"Well, isn't this too sinister? Portlem said hesitantly.

Not only is it insidious, it is simply too insidious, the werewolf is nothing in his eyes, as long as he is alone, he will top tens of thousands of troops, and the bad water in the stomach of this thing is a lot. The nobles thought unbalancedly, they had already learned through the nobles next to them, who was the person in front of them, and the arson viscount who had sacked a dozen or so many cities, no wonder the marshal valued him so much, such a ruthless idea, it was just a not very good evaluation of Potlem, when did our marshal's chivalry have degenerated like this.

"Nothing, don't forget that we are dealing with werewolves, we are aliens, behind us is our home, our parents, children, brothers and sisters, houses and property are in our hands, once Arrowstone Fort is lost, I think you understand what this means? Mo Xuan stood up and began to speak.

The nobleman next to him nodded again and again, and supported Mo Xuan's statement in his heart, yes, it was the werewolf who died, not them, no matter how he died, as long as he died. But identity is identity, and the spirit of receiving knightly education for many years is still in their hearts, no matter how out of tune they usually are, they can't extinguish the last bit of kindness in their hearts.

Mo Xuan understands their idea of growing up under the influence of the worldview, and he can't stop it, but he can tempt some small changes: "Everyone should understand that werewolves are the culprits and demons that endanger our property, and they burn and loot them without letting go of everything, for such an evil existence, we should not pay attention to chivalry, because they are so evil, and our chivalry is to our compatriots and human beings like us, not foreigners, especially this evil foreign race・・・・・・." ”

After saying this, the original extensive chivalry was changed by Mo Xuan to racial chivalry, and everyone who didn't know all this nodded in unison, and at this moment, even the little obstacle in their hearts disappeared, and they wanted to kill the werewolf immediately.

"Do you still have any objections?" and then Mo Xuan said.

"No!" came the aristocrat's voice.

"You cow. Potolem secretly made a gesture in praise of Mo Xuan.

"Small meaning. Mo Xuan squeezed his eyes and sat down in his place without care.

"Go get those alchemists. Potlem said to his guards.

"Yes. The guards saluted, and the sonorous sound of metal clashing disappeared.

"Everyone, we're going to wait a moment. Portlem said with a pleasant face.

"No problem, no problem. The nobles resigned again and again.

Time passed minute by minute, and the council hall of the Marshal's Mansion had become a vegetable market, but the alchemist who had been waiting for a long time had not yet arrived, and just as Poolem was about to call for another urging, the guards who had just gone out returned.

The guards' silver shining armor has turned into clothes dyed from the dye shop, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and they can be said to be all kinds of clowns, and they don't know that they think they are clowns from the circus.

Suddenly Potlem's eyes straightened, he knew that his subordinate loved cleanliness to a certain extent, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had a habit of cleanliness, and now he looked worse than killing him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. A sloppy old man in the robes of the great magician, with a look of shame, walked in behind the guards, and heard only the great magician's apologies along the way.

"What's wrong with you?" said Portlem to his guards.

"Uh... There was some little accident... nothing, nothing. The archmage who followed the guards looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained.

It's just that no one here will believe what he says, they have also heard of the alternative among these magicians, they are simply a humanoid natural disaster generator, everywhere is a chaos, this time it is good to be covered in paint, it would not be surprising if there was a big explosion.

"Well, you'd better go down and clean up first. Potlem felt the urge to laugh at his men.

The guard didn't speak, and hurriedly ran to clean the paint from his body, and it seemed that his hatred for these things had reached a certain point.

Poolem cleared his throat and looked serious: "Grand Wizard Gucci, I called you here this time! ”

"Ahh Gurch looked surprised.

"・・・・・・ that's the way it is, you see if you can do it. Potlime looked expectantly at the old man in front of him, who looked more like a beggar than a magician.

"That's it!" Gurch began to think, and began to mumble to himself, "Match... ”

Seeing that Gucci's eyes were scattered, he was in a state of sleepwalking, and Portlem had no choice but to wake him up: "Gucci Grand Magician, Gucci Grand Magician." ”

When Ge Qi woke up, the nobles around him were all suspicious, and he knew that he had done something wrong again this time, so he hurriedly smiled: "Uh... ”

"A kilometer. "Potlaim is very disappointed, the orc's camp is very far away from the blood swamp, I am afraid that there are about 100 kilometers, and this kilometer of potion is not very good.

The surrounding nobles were also disappointed, and it seemed that they were going to have a hard battle to defend the city again.

"Then we put down a bottle of potion every kilometer or so, can we attract mosquitoes to the werewolf camp?" Mo Xuan said thoughtfully.

"Yes. Gucci replied in the affirmative, causing a burst of cheers from the surrounding nobles.

"But. Gurch continued.

I'm afraid of anything, but as long as I do, there will be no good results.

The people around them immediately raised their hearts, just afraid that this great magician, who seemed to be very out of tune, would say something bad.

"However, there are two herbs that are not enough, these two herbs are very scarce and are only found in the blood swamp. As soon as Gucci finished speaking, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

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