"You're the president of the Steam Golem Warlock Guild?" said Old Man Koshawar's glazed eyes.

"Exactly!" said the bare-ass dwarf, cocking his nose, "My name is Dictor Roncodo Pictour, a member of the Elders of Ecbatana in the Volcanic Nation (the only one of the elders who does not have a beard!), the spiritual leader of the Steam Golem Sorcerer, the chief steam engineer of the submarine 'St. Jonah', and more importantly...... Baron Jonah's glorious staff-bearing retinue!"

Jonah smiled bitterly, "The person I'm looking for has always been in front of me...... Why don't you tell me who you really are, Mr. Pictor ? ”

"Please call me Roncodo. No, call me Dickdo. No, whatever you like, Captain!" The dwarf came running over and saluted: "The Florians don't like to deal with humans, and I have never participated in the meetings of the Twelve Councilors, and this ghost alliance is nothing! If these bad guys dare to bully you, the two hundred 'jerboa' mechs on the submarine will bomb them all into a hornet's nest! Not to mention that we have fifteen battle puppets, plus the 'Fire Worshippers' armed puppets hidden in the bilge, you must know,' The Fire Worshipper is the highest crystallization of the steam golem technology in the Volcanic Country, and we have only created such an ultimate puppet for thousands of years, and we haven't used it for many years! In order to help the Baron conquer the Northern Continent, we secretly transported it, and in order to store this big guy, we also specially found an eighth-level space magician to help!"

The dwarf's words caused a slight commotion in the conference room, and the bruises on Koshava's face jumped noticeably twice. When he helped Ecbatana conquer the active volcano, Jonah knew that these dwarves had very strong combat power, and their puppet troops were an invincible force feared by any country, but the young man didn't know about the "Fire Worshippers", and he just knew about the amazing combat power on the ship.

Koshawar cleared his throat and said, "So, now that the voting results are clear, then Ipsilon's proposal has been rejected, and everyone has no objections." ”

No one spoke. His gaze was focused on the direction of the crocodile, "Whatever, whatever......" The Archon muttered to himself, his body becoming more and more rickety, trembling all over, and sharp teeth rubbing against each other to spark. He suddenly stretched out his left hand and slapped him in the face, and his right eye actually fell out of the socket with a bone, which turned out to be a fake eyeball made of crystal. "Let's be honest. The corners of his mouth turned into a weird grin, and a red glow rose in his empty eye sockets, "I've forgotten why I fight, but this guy won't let me stop." Ah, lo and behold, what a beautiful flame. Flames burned on the "Twilight Raven" in the "fist glove", and the flames climbed up the body of the crocodile uncontrollably, setting his military uniform on fire.

"Is the meaning of the Alliance infighting, even in the world of beasts, such a stupid thing!" exclaimed Dictor the Pink Hat Dwarf in displeasure. Koshawar shook his head: "The Irion Alliance is a loose organization formed to resist the invasion of the Brotherhood, there is no law about what can be done and what is not forbidden, fights and brawls cannot be avoided in the army, and even the commander-in-chief has no right to govern. ”

"Let's go, Captain, the party to celebrate the first victory is about to begin!" said the dwarf, tugging at the hem of Jonah's coat. The boy patted his arm, "I'm sorry, but there's still a little more to do." ...... Teacher, is it my turn to speak?"

"Of course, you're the commander-in-chief here. The seventh-level astrologer replied.

At this time, the fire on Ipsiron Kawacrocodile's body had burned out his clothes and gradually extinguished, revealing a terrifying and abnormal body. His body was not tall, he was about the same height as Jonah, he was a slender and sturdy type, but this body did not belong to a living human at all, countless scars that pierced through the flesh were all over the body, the flesh of the wound was dry, there was not a trace of blood flowing, through the wound you could see the dead gray internal organs, the miserable white bones, and even the opposite scene through the body. As the last bastion of resistance to needlework in the Western Continent, the Republic of Ebenezer fought a fierce battle against the Zawi Empire, and this scar is undoubtedly a medal of death for the consuls,—— but who can survive such injuries?

A piece of skin peeled off, and the face of the crocodile also showed terrible scars, and two rows of teeth were exposed in the hideous wound on the cheek, and saliva was dripping out uncontrollably. "It feels so much better. The person on the other side ......" He suddenly threw up the fake eyeball, opened his mouth and bit it hard, with a crisp "click", the hard crystal ball was actually chewed and swallowed by a click. “...... Go on?" the crocodile shook his fists, and the flames enveloped his body again, flames burning from the inside out, erupting from the wounds, eye sockets, and mouth. With this strange fighting stance, the Archon Ebenezer lunged over again, and Jekong's eyes were unprecedentedly cast on his opponent, "Oh. Spit out a meaningless syllable, he inserts the tooth of the Buddha into the ground, clasps his hands together, and recites the Sanskrit mantra: "Mo, Po 誐嚩覩, Wu Se 機...... Sa Wan he, sa carry you, sa bind ......"

"You haven't seen a crocodile fight, Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief. Zhu Mo Qingshan crossed Erlang's legs and said, "This is his bloodline ability, no matter how many injuries he suffers, he will not die, but the more frustrated and brave the soul of a warrior...... It's not the strongest, but it's the most troublesome opponent. It is said that the Sichuan crocodile family is inextricably linked to the land of the curse of Yagu, but it is said that it is a family, and there is no such descendant. ”

"Listen. Jonah suddenly stood up and raised his voice and said: "As the commander-in-chief of the Erion Alliance, I would like to make several requests, first: to introduce to me the current situation in the northern continent, the terrain, the route of advance and the details of the enemy; second, from today onwards, I will exercise the duties of the commander-in-chief, and be directly responsible for everything that happens on the submarine, I say stop, the ship will stop, I say go, the ship will start, I will retreat immediately, I will retreat immediately, I will say war, I will fight to the death, regardless of the continent, Third, when the Pitchfork team arrives, I will resign from my position as commander-in-chief and leave the submarine with my partners to act alone, and the survival of the future has nothing to do with you. But before I do that, I will comply, as you ask, to urge the dragons, elves, and dwarves to join the Aryn Alliance, and help you enter the tree city of Aryn. I'm done with the above three points. ”

After speaking, no one in the conference room made a sound, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird. "Wherever you go, Lord Baron," the dwarf Dictor screamed, "the Ecbatana swear to follow! even in the Northern Continent, the haunted land of the frozen dead...... Ah, hell, the low temperature will make the steam golem sluggish, troublesome and troublesome......"

Keshawa looked at everyone, Zhu Moqingshan leaned over and whispered a few words to him, the baby-faced Bailang had a bewildered expression, and the dragon shopkeeper of the "Green Bronze Cave" had been sleepy for a long time. After a brief conversation, the old man Koshawar still expressed his attitude: "There is no problem with the first one, we were originally going to give you a briefing. The second one is not easy to achieve, the people on the ship are mixed, how can you command these battle-hardened powerhouses with you, a hairy boy? As for the third, if you can get the help of the divine creatures, it is not impossible for you to resign, but how can you accomplish this in just two weeks? Sounds like a dream. ”

"Just tell me if you agree or not, teacher. Jonah said calmly.

Koshawar glared at him and replied angrily, "Agreed!

The young man didn't say anything, took out the sealing glass jar from the deerskin bag, unscrewed the cap, and a beam of green light swirled upward, turning into a slim green-haired elf and landing on his shoulder. The transparent wings flapped slightly, and the moonlight elf looked at the summoner with sapphire blue eyes, and said affectionately: "I rely on you bastard and the third-level Jonah fool, what time is it? The old lady was sleeping for the third beauty return sleep today, and was carried out by you so inhumanely, isn't this trampling on the old lady's **? If it weren't for the sake of the two of us sharing vitality, the old lady would have blasted you into the sea 10,000 miles away to feed the turtles with one punch!" If you have something to say, let it go, let it go, and the old lady will go back and continue dreaming, you know how difficult it is to dream of a handsome guy in your hometown!"

"Boom!" The fiery Sichuan crocodile and the black light of the knife collided with each other again, causing a torrential rain of fire. Jonah's "Fang Yuan", Koshava's Garo Battle Shield, and Byron's White Beetle each appeared, and Zhu Moqingshan's feet were drawn in a circle, and his body became looming, and the pink-hat dwarf jumped into the armed mech, and his feet clicked out his hook claws to firmly grasp the steel beams of the floor. As for the strange dragon shopkeeper, he still sat there lazily, not seeing any movement, but the flames and shockwaves dodged him around the bend, like flowing water meeting a reef.

"Damn!" exclaimed, and the little girl looked out through the rain of red blades of Lutarus: "These two old men are fiercer than the other, and they really want to die......! Wait a minute......" she turned her head to see a couple of humans sitting across from her, "...... Damn! Is it a beauty contest for the strongest? Why does that round-faced uncle smell of a dragon? It's disgusting, bah, bah!"

"Little girl, there is something I ask of you. The boy stretched out his hand and touched the elf lightly, looking into her eyes.

"Speak up quickly if you have something. The Moonlight Elf kicked his fingers away.

"This is the Northern Continent. I want you to find your people and ask them to help me enter the sleeping city of Iryon. I know it's unconscionable......"

"Damn! That's a ...... It's a trifle!"