"Then I'll leave it to you," could be heard from the tone of the man in black, and he was also obviously relieved.

As an advance party from the mainland, these dark mages are no better than the Lich.

They are not diligent, they are not divided, they are used to being served all their lives, and they have never thought about the concept of living environment.

It was only when they arrived here that the dark mages suddenly realized that it was so bad, that there was really nothing in all the legendary novels about the barbarians.

There was not even a piece of paper or a pen in the poor ravine, and the barbarians did not need these things. Not to mention high-end goods such as tea, paper and so on.

This caused great inconvenience and even pain for the newcomer dark mage.

For example, when they finished pooping in Chapter 1139 Thunder Killing (6,000, asking for a monthly ticket), they couldn't find the paper and had to follow the example of those barbarians, risking scratching their rectum and getting sepsis, and solving the problem with bricks or tiles. And because he is too unskilled, he can't move at every turn, so he gets on his hands.

For example, when they drink water, they have to use those dirty black black wooden bowls and cups that can't see the original color at all.

For example, when they eat, they do not use knives and forks made of gold and silver, and they do not eat delicious food. Instead, they had to enjoy the worst cooking of the barbarians—large chunks of flesh dripping with blood or roasted to charred meat.

Although these people dedicate themselves to magic and don't care too much about eating and living, no matter how good they are, ~~-update the first release~~ They can't stand such a raw food, it's not that they have a bad stomach, and they have been diarrhea. It's just that I have a bad stomach and dry stools......

So after Huck offered to go out of the mountain to buy these things, the dark mages immediately agreed, and opened a long list of necessities for Chapter 1139 Thunder Kill (six thousand, asking for a monthly pass).

It is precisely because of this that this matter can be so smoothly agreed by the owner of Oderheim.

The man in black pulled the list back from the goblin and looked at him with disgust. Then two fingers carefully twisted and shook the paper as if it were stained with dust.

Although the goblin silver light saw it, he could only curse in his heart, and he still had a deferential expression on his face.

"I'll go with you," the man in black said sternly, staring into the goblin's eyes, "if any of you dare to play any tricks and leak the news about Oldheim." There is no forgiveness for immediate killing. Do you understand?"

For the undead, Odenheim's existence must be kept strictly secret until they attack, and no rumors of it can be heard by the Rumans.

The goblin silver's waist has been bent like one, and this will nod again, and his head is about to hit the ground, and the characteristic flattering voice of the goblins said: "Yes, Your Excellency, I will do my best to serve you." ”

The dark mage glanced at Huck disdainfully and reprimanded, "And you." It's the same. ”

Huck was a little reluctant: the new dark mages were all at the behest of the master of the O's sea, so they were on the line. In the simple heart of the barbarian Huck, he always thought that when it came to the status of the rivers and lakes, these people should be on the same level as himself.

But they acted like a master and treated him like a slave, much to the displeasure of His Majesty Huck, who appointed himself the patriarch of Odenheim and the new emperor. After all, the psychological gap here is really too big.

But with the power of the dark mage, he still had to bend down. "Yes, my lord, I understand. ”

"Good. Prepare quickly, and we'll leave tomorrow. The dark mage nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and left the goblin's dirty and shabby warehouse, until his figure disappeared into the temple, Huck straightened up, with a disgusted expression, and spat heavily with a "bah", and scolded with a slanted mouth: "What the hell~!"

When he turned around, he saw the goblin's gentle and obedient appearance, and immediately felt that he was angry, and as soon as he raised his foot, he kicked the goblin on the heel, and said hatefully: "Dog, I am your master." ”

"Of course, my esteemed master Huck. Yinguang screamed in pain, but then he held back the anger in his heart and made a docile expression with the professional qualities that the goblins had been trained by long-term oppression.

Huck sat down in his chair again, and assumed the style of a rich man, and commanded the goblins, "How much money do I have now?"

Yinguang didn't think about it, and replied with his mouth: "With the support of Your Excellency, after my operation, the property in your name now is four hundred catties of gold and one hundred and sixty gems of various sizes. ”

"So much~!" Huck jumped up from his chair in astonishment. He himself was taken aback by this number, and glared at the goblin in amazement, "You earned all this, with those unpalatable dried meats?"

The goblin smiled proudly and said, "We goblins have a proverb that everything has a price. ”

Huck rubbed his hands together excitedly and muttered, "No wonder people say goblins are born profiteers, and that's right." ”

Then he laughed happily and said, "Take these things with you, and you must bring them all when you leave tomorrow, you know?"

"Yes, I respect Lord Huck. The goblin bowed to the ground.

Huck hummed the vulgar tune of the savage and walked out happily.

Until he was sure he was gone, the goblin silverlight cautiously closed the door and latched onto it, then leaned against the door panel and let out a long breath.

He whispered to himself: "It's done~! I'll just say, my Uncle Yinguang is out of the horse, and there is nothing that can't be done." ”

Silver Light looked at the dark roof, grinning, and let out a silent laugh.

Early the next morning, Silverlight walked out of the gates of Oldheim with a large team.

Because of the lack of mules and horses, a large number of gold, silver and precious stones could only be carried by men, with escorts, and the whole team numbered as many as three or four hundred.

As the leader, the goblin Yinguang was extremely lucky to get his donkey back.

These days, without care, the donkey has been starved and skinny, and if it weren't for the goblin's timely rescue, it would have been put in the soup pot.

Although it seemed difficult to move things anymore when looking at the donkey's appearance, the good thing was that the goblins were also hungry these days. Not too heavy for that donkey.

With a donkey to travel, the goblin silverlight finally didn't have to endure the hardships of trekking. Huck and the dark mage, on the other hand, sat like big men in chairs carried by four people.

Watch as the gates of Oldheim close behind him. Silver Light secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he had thought that he would never be able to get out of this gate again, and the final outcome would be like that of a tired barbarian.

For this reason, Silverlight once joked that if he died, he would be the first person to be buried in Odenheim, as the Dark Mage would probably not be interested in the corpses of goblins. And since the goblin meat is not tasty, it certainly does not interest the hungry barbarians.

Because all the picks were the strongest barbarians, the convoy traveled very fast. All the way over the mountains and mountains, non-stop to the south.

During the journey of ten days in a row, the goblin passed through the tribes he had passed through when he came.

But now, these tribes have long been empty, leaving only traces of fierce battles.

Now foxes and wolves are the masters of the place, and their figures disappear from time to time in the ruins.

Silverlight knew that these tribes had been conquered by the dark mages of Ordheim. All the barbarians of the tribe were taken into exile in Oderheim and became slaves who worked until their deaths, silently dedicating their lives to the glory of the Dark Great Council.

The further south you go, the more gentle the mountain becomes, and the towering peaks that reach into the clouds are slowly out of sight. Walking in the valley, you can see sunny days without wind and snow from time to time. Feel the warmth of the sun.

The snow on the ground is getting thinner, and from time to time you can see a small river that is not frozen, meandering into the distance.

At dusk that day, the dark mage ordered the camp to be set up on the banks of the river valley, and the barbarians who had made the arduous trek all the way began to snore as soon as they fell.

In the early hours of the morning, the small eyes as silver as soybeans suddenly opened, and he sat up silently.

Barbarians in a tent are sleeping. The snoring sounded as if on the battlefield, but to the surprise of the goblins themselves, they came all the way. I was able to fall asleep every night.

Silver Light carefully observed everyone in the tent, pricking up his ears to listen to the sounds outside, and there was no unusual sound.

"Very good~!" Yinguang said secretly in his heart, pulled off the fur on his body, slowly stood up, cautiously stepped forward, stepped past the barbarians, and walked out of the tent.

"Who is it?" The barbarian was a rough and stiff voice not far away, and the samurai on duty spotted the goblin immediately.

"Don't do it, it's me, it's me. Silver Light said hurriedly in a sharp voice.

A tall dark knight came out of the darkness, the long sword in his hand was clearly visible even in the starlight, he glanced up and down at the goblin, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing?"

"Nei Rush, can you take care of it?" Yinguang choked him angrily, turned around and walked to the river.

The Dark Knight snorted coldly and turned back into the darkness.

Silver Light peeked as he walked, and saw his figure disappear, and slowly took a breath.

Then he touched the stones under his feet, limped to the river, pulled off several layers of thick clothes, and squatted down.

Two crude clay vases slipped from his chest and landed in the goblin's hands.

Yinguang looked back to confirm it, then threw the clay vase into the river, and then folded his hands like a devout believer, and prayed secretly in his heart: "Lovely fishermen, I know that you sons who don't have assholes have been secretly using the net, so ......

This time, you should think that you are accumulating yin virtue for your son who has no asshole, but you must, definitely, you must get the bottle~!

This is my uncle's hope for my life. ”

"What's the sound?" the Dark Knight asked sternly, suddenly behind the goblin.

Silver Light shuddered and almost didn't lie on the ground.

But then he turned his head calmly and said, "Fish occasionally jump out of the water, don't you know?"

The Dark Knight frowned, and was about to continue asking, when suddenly asked An unbearable smell, he glared at the goblin with disgust, turned and walked away quickly.

After waiting for a while, thinking that the bottle had drifted away, Yinguang touched the frozen buttocks, and staggered away from the riverbank with his numb legs, and lay back in his strange-smelling bed.

Throwing the Drift Bottle, this is the only way Goblin Silver Light can think of at the moment.

The small rivers in the valley eventually merge into a large river that flows from north to south into the Ruman Empire, and if you are lucky, the bottles thrown by the goblins will be caught in a fisherman's net.

As long as the fisherman opens them curiously, the contents can definitely entice them to send the bottle to the Flying Eagle Group.

Over there. Someone can understand the meaning of the heavy dà of this drifting bottle.

For the rest of the journey, whenever they camped by the river for the night, the goblins would quietly drop a bottle or two, praying that they would flow safely into the river.

Another night, when the goblins had finished this qiē and clapped their hands and were about to stand up and leave, a dark green light suddenly rose behind them, illuminating the riverbank near the goblin.

"Oops. was discovered. In an instant, Yinguang's heart went blank, and his frightened mind stagnated.

Silver Light's neck was rusty, and he turned his head slightly, and not far behind him, the dark mage and dozens of people blocked all the goblins' retreats.

The Dark Mage rises into the air and sucks the goblin's thrown bottle up from the water conservancy on the surface of the river.

A dark knight sneered as he walked past the goblin and kicked the goblin over, stomping heavily on Silverlight's back, and Silverlight felt like his stomach was being squeezed out of his throat.

The Dark Knight smirked and looked at the silver light with contempt. Said: "Grandson, I've been staring at you for a long time. As long as it's by the river, you kid will come to in the middle of the night, how can there be such a coincidence. Go to hell. ”

As he spoke, the Dark Knight raised his sword, the tip of which was aimed at the goblin's head.

"It's over...... goblin silverlight wailed, closing his eyes and waiting to die.

"Wait~!" Huck suddenly cried out urgently.

The goblin opened his eyes and saw that the tip of the sword was falling between his eyebrows, and in a fraction of a second, his life would be confessed.

Everyone looked at the born Huck.

But even Huck himself shuddered. He didn't know why he said this suddenly, and when he saw the dark mage's emotionless eyes on him, Huck shrank in fright. It felt like being targeted by a venomous king cobra.

Huck hesitated for a moment, looked at the dead-faced goblin, and plucked up the courage to say, "My lord, this scumbag is still useful to us, and we can't kill him for the time being." ”

The dark mage hesitated for a moment, and the goblin silver light felt that he had never been so nervous as he was now, and he waited nervously for him to pronounce his fate, and finally the dark mage shook his head.

The Dark Knight, who trampled the goblin to the soles of his feet, smiled coldly and raised his sword again.

Hakra pleaded with the dark mage, "My lord, think about it again, without him we would have run away in vain. ”

The goblin Silver Light's brain spun rapidly at the speed of light, and just as the long sword was about to fall, Silver Light's mind suddenly flashed and shouted, "I am Prime Minister Russell's secret agent." Kill me, the Ruman Empire will avenge me, long live the Ruman Empire~!"

The goblin silverlight shouted a slogan at the top of his voice, then closed his eyes with a generous and righteous expression.

"Stop~!" the dark mage's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted.

xxxxxx

In the afternoon, there was a sudden wind.

The wind howled, and countless dark clouds poured in from the sky like waves, and the inky black clouds continued to gather and pile up over the imperial city of Acaderin.

In a short time, the dark clouds had completely obscured the sun. The ground was so dark that I could barely see my fingers.

The clouds are getting denser and denser. Like a boulder in the sky, it hung above everyone's heads. It also weighed on everyone's hearts, making them almost breathless.

Immediately, a dull thunder sounded faintly in the depths of the dark clouds.

Everyone who noticed this couldn't help but be shocked: winter has not yet passed, but there is thunder, which makes people feel a little weird.

Those who were still outside involuntarily stepped up their steps and ran towards their homes.

On top of a tall tower outside the Imperial City of Acaderin, an emaciated figure stood in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking out at the spectacular scenery of dark clouds rolling and ten thousand horses rolling outside.

Not far from his back was a large table, on which were a few bungalows piled up haphazardly.

Through the miserable white magic light on the table, you can clearly see the seals of the word 'top secret' on the headers of the texts. The bright red font is shocking.

And the text at the top of the table has also been opened for the most part. If anyone leans over curiously and takes a closer look, they will clearly see the handwriting on it.

“...... Due to the limited property and material resources of the empire. In addition, most of the empire's resources are tilted towards the undead. In the last year alone, various materials worth up to 59 million gold coins have been sent to the undead. This alone has already accounted for three-fifths of the empire's national resources.

Due to the unreasonable increase in production, the copper and coal mines had to increase the intensity of labor, resulting in frequent riots among slaves and prisoners. The production of the guide zhì has decreased sharply......

Roads are chronically undermaintained......

The equipment and equipment of the soldiers have not been effectively replenished......

The performance of the warships of each shipyard is backward, and it is far from being able to compete with the Galen warships of the Terrans......

The Academy of Magic has still not been able to master and replicate human artillery technology......

Sum up......

It is unlikely that the Empire will be able to mobilize enough troops to launch a cross-sea expedition before the monsoon season arrives next July.

After the Senate's cautious and urgent closed-door consultation, they jointly put forward an important proposal to the Dark Council: in order to focus on the overall situation of the future, in order to destroy the rule of the evil human race in one fell swoop, and let the great demon god reign over the world again. Fulfill the long-cherished wish of countless ancestors who threw their heads and shed their blood. Therefore, is it possible to postpone the invasion for a year so that our people have sufficient time to prepare?

Celebrities, Prime Minister, Makarin, Saaschi. Minister of Finance Yuri Ivanov, Minister of Agriculture......

There is also a dense number of names on the back.

Those names, no matter which one is thrown out, just fart, the whole imperial city will tremble.

But at this time. The inscriptions with the signatures of these big men are just piled up here, just a little higher than the paper that wipes the buttocks. And the main reason for this is because they are too hard.

This can't help but be a little strange. One can't help but guess the identity of the owner here.

But alas, the man kept looking out the window and didn't look back. Therefore, it is impossible to know where this is sacred.

At this time, the wind became more and more violent. The sound of the wind swept through the treetops. A high-pitched, shrill whistle sounds.

And the silence in the entire Imperial City of Arcadelin was at this time, and the whole city seemed to be dead.

At that moment, a rush of footsteps was heard.

Followed by. The door was gently pushed open.

A young man in uniform walked in silently.

Seeing the man by the window in deep thought, he did not make a sound, but stood at the table with his hands tied, silently waiting.

The man standing at the window remained silent, and the room was silent.

I don't know how long it took, but the man standing at the window seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly turned around, and asked softly, "Are you all ready?"

Through the miserable white magical light, the man's face could be clearly seen, which was none other than the chief disciple of the High Priest's seat, Cameron.

Looking at the other party's cold gaze, the young man couldn't help but feel a chill, and the words that he had prepared were suddenly unable to speak. In the end, he could only reluctantly nod his head.

Cameron was silent for a moment, and there was some hesitation in his heart, but then his eyes fell on Nawen Jiàn, which was placed in the middle of the table, and then there was another burst of fire.

These damn bureaucrats~!

They are corrupt and bribery on weekdays, corrupt and pervert the law, and do all kinds of evil, and the Dark Council is not unaware, but they just think that they are their own dogs, so as long as they don't do too much, they keep turning a blind eye. But now......

But now, these dogs dare to obstruct the High Priest's orders, and they have put all the blame on the great undead.

You know, the High Priest's invasion plan has been prepared for five hundred years, and it must not be changed.

Moreover, Cameron Tongguò's contact with the Semitic officials during this period of time also clearly understood the habits of these bureaucrats to 'get by'.

As long as they nod their heads slightly and agree to postpone the plan until next year, then next year, they will find all sorts of reasons to postpone the plan until the year after. And then it goes on and on, year after year.

And at the same time, they will secretly laugh at their ignorance and incompetence behind their backs......

Thinking of this, his originally cold heart became even more cruel, and he gently spit out a few words in his mouth: "So, let's start......"

As his words fell, there was a sudden 'boom' and a loud explosion. Immediately after that, a red light flashed in the dark clouds, dyeing the entire heaven and earth red, and then disappeared in an instant.

(To be continued)!!