The High Priest of the Undead suddenly made a declaration of war, which immediately shocked the hearts of the Spirits.

Prime Minister Madolins' heart was churning, and he was both shocked and suspicious: Is it too hasty to start a war at this time?

Although he is the head of the main battle faction, it does not mean that Mardolins is a politician who knows nothing about military affairs, and likes to command blindly and dream of being a commander.

On the contrary, he was an experienced and highly decorated military man.

As the leader of the Young Zhuang faction, he does not have a very good family background, but he can stand out in this bureaucratic class full of royal families, relying on step by step, solidly climbing up from the bottom.

Moreover, being in a high position, and through the administrative affairs that Guò contacts and handles on a daily basis, he clearly knows that the true 1270 Chapter 1270 War Horn (Asking for a Monthly Pass) of the Spirit Flash Clan is now strong.

Although the Lingshan government has already issued a 'mobilization order', due to the lack of government orders, official disputes, and other reasons, it will take a certain amount of time to truly mobilize Lingshan.

According to his estimates, even if everyone exerts their strength and mobilizes enough troops, it will take less than a year.

Otherwise, there's a good chance they'll no longer be able to keep the Psicara society running. The whole spirit of the soul died like a patient who had lost too much blood.

It is impossible for the High Priest, as the Most High, not to know this.

Why did he suddenly give such an unconscionable order?

With all the doubts in his heart, Madorins looked up and stole a glance at the High Priest of the Dead.

I saw that the high priest was expressionless as usual, his face was like a thousand meters deep, and he couldn't see the true thoughts of the high priest.

Is he excited, or worried?

Unable to guess what the High Priest really thought, Madorins did not dare to express his fears, although he was uneasy in his heart.

The High Priest of the Undead seemed to have noticed Mardolins' gaze, and glanced at it slightly, his gaze calm, like a thousand-year-old well.

But it was a thunderbolt to Madolins.

Chapter 1270 The Battle Horn (Asking for a Monthly Pass) Madorins was suddenly shocked. It felt as if the high priest had seen through his thoughts, and lowered his head in a panic.

Madorins shook his head, threw away the dangerous thoughts in his heart, and secretly warned himself in his heart: "Under the leadership of the invincible high priest. We will be invincible.

No one can stop the high priest, no~!"

The strong man who can match the high priest of the dead has long since turned to dust with time.

There is now no one on the human continent who can pose a threat to the High Priest of the Undead.

The leader of the Holy See of Light is a female doll in her early twenties.

There is only a group of old people who fight for power and profit and like infighting, and a few archmages who have stepped into the coffin with one foot.

And there has not been a single powerful knight or samurai for hundreds of years.

There are many countries in the Terran continent, and they are constantly attacking each other, and the war is raging. Far from the unity of the Elves.

Not to mention. The Semites also have one of the greatest dependencies. That was the High Priest himself.

As a peerless powerhouse, he alone can play a role in a million troops~!

Madorins couldn't stop thinking about it in his heart, finding all kinds of reasons, and silently comforting himself: we are very strong, and we still have a chance to win......

Later, he almost succeeded in hypnotizing himself.

However, Admiral Hawkes, who was in the Praetorian Guard next to him, couldn't help but stand up.

He stepped forward and bowed to the high priest. Then he said without humility or arrogance: "Great High Priest, will you send troops now...... Was it too hasty?"

Standing on both sides of the main hall, a group of high-ranking officials raised their heads in unison.

Hawkes' words spoke to all of them.

As the elite who rule the entire Psychron, they don't do it behind closed doors. Yerou's arrogant, stupid, obsessive aristocrat.

On the contrary, they were a genuinely intelligent group, and the struggle for power within the Semitic aristocracy was equally brutal and bloody.

The officials and nobles who can stand in the Great Demon Temple not only rely on having a good father, but basically everyone has blood on their hands.

Moreover, they were the only Semitic people who opened their eyes to the world. From the large amount of human luxury goods smuggled every year, the vast majority of them are in the homes of these aristocratic bureaucrats (of course, ordinary people just want to see it, and there is no such condition. ）。

From those luxury goods, they can have a general understanding of the production and life of the human race.

For example, the letter opening knife and razor produced by Feiying Company. The sharpness of those steels. Sharper than a Semitic sword. From this, it can be known that the Terran iron and steel metallurgy industry is developed.

And if you know about the carriages produced by the Flying Eagle Company, the old bureaucrats will know that the Terrans are at least thirty percent higher than them in terms of transportation capacity.

In addition to this, beautiful silk, fine porcelain...... These luxuries. All represent wealth of astonishing value.

And the poems, novels, and other works that mark the civilization of a society contain the great ideas of human society.

Not to mention, they make books that come out.

Their books could be produced in large quantities, rather than copied by hand. This is the most feared thing for those Semitic aristocratic elites~!

This also means that human knowledge education is no longer constrained by the cost of production, and can be passed on to more people.

Maybe one day, the knowledge of a little rabbit cub herding sheep in the countryside of the Terran will be richer than that of the Semitic aristocratic elite.

The nobles of the spirit flash have been observing the development of the human continent and estimating the power that humans have, but ...... But judging by the results of the estimates, their situation is not promising.

Therefore, from the bottom of their hearts, everyone is not willing to go to war with the Terrans, at least not yet.

So, when Hawkes asked the question, they all looked up at the High Priest, hoping that he would give them a reason or an explanation.

As the chief disciple of the high priest, Cameron was furious. He stepped forward and shouted angrily, "Bold, are you questioning the High Priest's decision?"

Hawkes, the Admiral of the Praetorian Guard, tilted his head and looked at Cameron without showing weakness.

He was not afraid of this old ghost who manipulated the coup d'état, and said loudly: "I dare not be humble, but we must consider it from a military point of view." ”

His words were neither arrogant nor humble, and they were loud and loud.

In the aftermath of the Spiritflash coup, the Praetorian Guard was the only place where the coup came to power that had not been touched.

The Praetorian Guard were all children of the nobility.

Semitic official propaganda. These valiant lads were the Semitic elite, the backbone of the nation. In layman's terms, that is, ordinary people can't control them at all.

This also caused them to be arrogant and arrogant, and no one was in sight.

Therefore, the commanders and commanders in charge of the Praetorian Guard must not only be appointed by the government. And it was necessary to have the support of the nobility to secure the seat.

At that time, during the coup d'état of Madorins, many royal nobles and bureaucrats were killed, and the nobles who made a lot of trouble, and later relied on the strong support of the lich Cameron, which was calmed down.

In order to avoid further aggravating the situation and touching the bottom line of the nobles, he was extremely wise not to stab the hornet's nest of the Praetorian Guard.

Praetorian Guard Admiral Hawkes' righteous advocacy. With the support of most of them, they silently looked up at the high priest, and there was even a hint of stubbornness in their eyes.

"You ......," Cameron clenched his fist in exasperation - no one on this continent should dare to question the High Priest.

The High Priest of the Undead waved his hand generously, signaling Cameron to retreat, facing the Spirit Flasher, and said slowly, "Now is the best time. ”

The high priest also knew that if the nobles were not given an answer that would satisfy them. They really dare to refuse to carry out the order, and it is useless for him to kill all these people.

This war is still up to them.

He also had to patiently explain it to them.

The High Priest glanced at the nobles in the Demon God Temple and said, "The basic strength of the human race is far stronger than ours. There are many of them. The land is big. This is their advantage, so they can drag us down through a war of attrition. ”

The High Priest glanced back at Haddou, who had turned into an undead, and Haddou explained these strategic issues to him in detail.

Admiral Hawkes and the Spiritflash nobles all nodded, and the Spiritflash had summed up the defeat of the last Millennium War very thoroughly.

"This is the merit of human beings, and the more time passes, the greater the superiority of human beings in basic strength. The High Priest said, "We don't have the next hundred years to wait, and if we don't act, we will have to usher in the initiative of humanity." I have vivid memories of the war when humans landed on the Semitic continent six hundred years ago.

Rather than wait for the flames of war to burn over our land, we should take the initiative to attack. ”

Many people nodded in agreement with the high priest's statement, and it can be seen from Lorraine's fight against the Semitic that the Holy See of Light has not given up the idea of landing on the Semitic tribe again.

And unlike the last time, this time the Terran Lorraine infiltrated the continent and spied everywhere in the Semitic tribe. Geography of mountains and rivers. The city pass is a mountain pass, and the troops are stationed...... All kinds of military information have been in his hands.

With this information, once the Semitic war resumes, the Terrans will no longer be blinded, but almost equivalent to fighting on the ground, which will inevitably cause heavy damage to the Semitic tribes.

"The balance of forces determines that this war will be a one-hit and fatal war. The High Priest said slowly, "We will not repeat the mistakes of a thousand years ago, our goal is not to exterminate humanity, but to integrate them into our society. ”

These words of the high priest resonated with the Lingshan.

The richness of the human continent had already attracted their salivation, and the beauty of bringing that continent under their rule made the Lingshan people excited.

With the human continent, who cares about the barren Semitic homeland.

"Our advantage is a strong fortress of war, an invincible mage force. The high priest raised his voice and said, "Semitic warriors, under the cover of the overwhelming fortress of war, will smash the heart of the enemy.

As long as the supporting forces of the human continent are defeated, the remaining scattered small countries are not worried. ”

Even Admiral Hawkes had to admit that the High Priest's words made sense, and that the Semitic advantage was the powerful Dark Mage, the Lich, and the sheer number of war fortresses.

Although the number of war fortresses was classified as top secret, and no one knew the exact number except the high priest himself, the upper echelons of the Semitic tribe deduced that the number should not be less than two hundred.

This is a force that cannot be matched.

The High Priest smiled and said, "At present, there is no war fortress that can compare to ours among the human beings, and the intelligence shows that the war fortresses of the human race are all gathered in the Maple Leaf Danlin, and the number does not exceed sixty. But ......"

The high priest said abruptly, "It only took one year for mankind to build these sixty war fortresses. ”

The Spirits in the temple were suddenly shocked, how many years did it take the High Priest to build two hundred war fortresses?

A hundred years or two hundred years?

It took much longer to stock up on the energy hedron that would allow the war fortress to operate.

The High Priest said, "And the human race continues to build war fortresses at a rate of one week at a time. Wait a little longer. Our only advantage will fade away.

When humanity has 200 war fortresses, it is when the flames of war ignite in the Semitic continent. We can't wait any longer, right now, it's our best. It's also our last chance. ”

The Semitic nobles looked at the high priest in disbelief, the speed at which humans build war fortresses has reached one a week~!

As a knowledge- and capital-intensive war fortress, the construction rate of just a few fortresses a year overwhelmed the Semitic people, and peasant uprisings were triggered one after another.

But humans are actually mass-producing war fortresses like hens laying eggs.

"You can't sit back and watch," the Semitic whispered at the same time.

To wait any longer is to die.

Waiting for the human race to carry hundreds of war fortresses, send three to five million troops to land on the Semitic tribes. The air was covered by war fortresses, and the ground was opened with artillery......

As Bing Feng pointed out, those damned untouchables would definitely turn against each other.

As long as they thought about this scene in their hearts, they couldn't help but tremble.

The Semitic nobles didn't think that the dead people would fight to the end for them.

Maybe I'll sell them for a lollipop.

And then......

There will be no more then, and the great Semitic nobility will disappear into the long river of history.

For the survival of the Semitic tribe and the eternal glory of the Semitic nobles in the future, this war must be fought.

General Merlot, the commander of the Praetorian Guard in the crowd, bowed his head and said wordlessly, "Lie." ”

Seeing that the surrounding clansmen and compatriots were instigated by the high priest. Merlot's heart ached, and he and a friend in the distance glanced at each other, and each could see the worry in the other's eyes.

Merlot cursed in her heart: "A bunch of fools. When will you understand that the greatest enemy of the Semitic race is not humans, but the undead, the high priests of the dead.

I have to get this message out as much as possible. ”

But by whom, and to whom, Merlot had no idea in mind.

"And ......," said the high priest, with his hands behind his back and his eyes blazing, "there are human spies among us. ”

There was an uproar in the Great Demon Temple, and the Lingshan nobles looked at each other and asked each other angrily, "Who is it, who is it?"

"I'm going to kill him if I catch him. ”

"Who betrayed us~!"

Madorins was stunned for a moment when he heard the news, but only for a moment.

He had known for a long time that the upper echelons of Lingshan were undercover with humans. It's no secret that even Caribbean City has human assassin activity.

He also knew that someone was secretly plotting to overthrow him, and although he didn't know who it was, he would find out one day.

It's hard to keep a secret from Arkadeline.

Mardolins was surprised as to why the high priest spoke out publicly.

This will only weaken the morale of the Psim and create a sense of distrust among the higher-ups.

Catching spies should be done in secret.

Immediately, he noticed that the High Priest's gaze fell on the only white-robed man in the crowd. It dawned on Madorins that the High Priest was testing the human bishop who had defected.

I saw that the bishop narrowed his eyes and glanced at the nobles in the temple with a fierce expression, and at the same time clenched his fists, as if he would jump up and kill him if he found out that someone was a spy.

The high priest turned his gaze and said secretly in his heart: It's not him~!

The high priest had also been observing the bishop just now, and when the high priest said this, he did not show a trace of panic, but after being stunned for a moment, he immediately became fierce and aggressive, and the fluctuations in his feelings were very clear.

The high priest was confident that if he were a spy, his instinctive reaction would not escape his eyes.

The High Priest smiled slightly, then continued, "The spies among us are betraying us to humans.

We can't endure it any longer, it's now, it's today, set off, attack, and build our Semitic immortal deeds.

Victory will be ours~!"

"For the Semitic ~!"

"Hooray~!"

The Great Demon Temple instantly heard the sound of earth-shattering cheers.

The Semitic nobles raised their arms, their faces flushed with excitement, and shouted slogans at the top of their voices.

The prospect depicted by the high priest is undoubtedly wonderful, and more importantly it is achievable, among other things, two hundred war bastions are enough to guarantee victory in the war.

As long as they are defeated, all the good things of the human continent will belong to them.

With a smile on his face, the High Priest of the Undead strode past the excited Semitic nobles, walked out of the gate of the Demon Temple, and stood in front of the gate of the Temple.

The hundreds of thousands of Semitic people gathered in the square looked at the high priest who appeared in surprise, and then couldn't help but chant excitedly.

"Long live the High Priest~!"

"Hooray~!"

The crowd in the square fell to their knees and bowed to the high priest in front of the temple.

In the minds of the Semitic people, the High Priest of the Dead is the true god and has unparalleled prestige.

At this moment, the bright sky above everyone suddenly darkened, and the shadows blocked the sunlight.

The people who knelt down in the square couldn't help but raise their heads.

A dark cloud of war fortresses slowly flew over them.

The war fortress flew at an extremely low altitude as if within reach.

The crowd couldn't help but scream.

The massive war fortresses were lined up in a line of four, separated by only a dozen meters from each other.

Column after column, seemingly endless.

At first, there were people who counted their numbers, but they all gave up quickly, and there were many, very many, so many that they couldn't be counted.

They flew out from behind the Demon Temple, pouring out like locusts. Skimming over the heads of the high priests and Semites for inspection.

The High Priest proudly looked up at the army of his war fortress, and no one in this world could stop this powerful force.

In a quarter of an hour, all the fortresses of war were suspended above the Temple of the Great Demons, silently looking down at the crowd beneath their feet, showing the Semitic the terrifying power of the undead.

An emaciated middle-aged man in the crowd lowered his head, lowered his hat, and muttered, "Two hundred and twenty, it's difficult to do now~!" rq!!