Gordon once said, "The orcs of Norland are also more beautiful than the elves of other planes." "This is the only iron law of dimensional warfare.

If a bridge is built between the two planes, it can only be a war in which one side will perish, and there is no other possibility. Richard just couldn't understand why this was the case.

No matter how small a plane war is, it will often last for decades, and the final number of casualties will be in the millions, or even tens of millions.

However, Richard is not pedantic, and does not judge right or wrong simply because of his mood. Norland is a powerful master plane, and there are thousands of planes that have been linked. There are endless wars with these planes, many of which have been going on for hundreds of years. There are only two ways for any plane, big or small, to have peace in the end, either to be extinct, or to be completely subjugated, and then slowly extinct. Since this is the case in so many planes, there must be some truth to it. Richard couldn't figure it out, and it was because he didn't understand, but he couldn't say that the plane war was wrong.

But Richard vaguely felt that when all planes were at war with each other, it was difficult to justify it. Behind the scenes, there must be some reason, but no one can tell. In Norland, all nobles were educated in dimensional warfare from an early age, believing that the conquest of the Otherworlds was a matter of course. Not only the nobles, but even more so the powerhouses of Norland. Almost every strong person has been tempered by the blood and fire of the plane war, and every family must have at least one prosperous exclusive plane behind it in order to gain a firm foothold in the war-torn Norland continent, so as to inherit the family name.

Plane warfare seems to be the instinct of the intelligent race of Noland. This is true not only of humans, but also of elves, dwarves, orcs, and even barbarians. If you look at it a little more, not only Norland, but also other equally powerful main planes.

Richard smiled, shook the wine glass in his hand, and drank most of the spirits in one gulp. He was laughing at himself, the history of the plane has been hundreds of thousands of years, and I don't know how many amazing and brilliant big people have appeared, none of them have been able to crack the secrets of the plane war, but they are all rushing to be the first to throw themselves into the plane war, what are they thinking about here, and what qualifications do they have to think nonsense?

If it weren't for Faro's dimensional warfare, Richard himself would not have risen so quickly, let alone amassed a huge fortune in a short period of time. And with the power to control their own destiny.

Just as he picked up the bottle and filled himself with another glass of wine, a number flowed through his mind. There are the number of builds, the gold and wealth flowing in and out, the expanding army under his command, the steady increase in strength and rank of himself and his followers, but more than not, the countless lives that have died in front of his soldiers.

Richard is in a very strange state right now. He thinks a lot, but these are all spontaneous, and he doesn't need to use his brain to search for them. Richard drank all the wine in the glass and picked up the bottle again, only to find that the bottle was empty.

Richard shook his head, feeling that he was still very conscious, but the burning anxiety in his heart was even more obvious, and it burned him unbearably. Richard, however, did not understand what his problem was.

Instinctively, he pulled out a blank piece of magic paper, took out the artifact magic pen that never left him, and began to scribble a large mixture of lines, characters, and numbers on the paper. Even Richard didn't know what he was smearing.

Soon a piece of paper was smeared, and Richard felt that something that had been accumulated in his mind seemed to be transferred to the magic paper.

Richard casually opened another bottle of strong whiskey, poured himself a full one, and then stood in front of the window, sipping slowly. Before you know it, a glass of wine is empty and full, and a bottle of wine gradually bottoms out, and finally becomes an empty bottle that is thrown in the corner.

With a soft click, a new bottle cap landed on the floor, flicked briskly, rolled towards the door, and finally stopped in front of a pair of snow-white feet in slippers. It bumped into a toe that was so tender that it seemed to drip water, and then it lay down lazily. Then, a near-perfect hand picked up the cap and held it to the front of his eyes to look at.

It is a pair of sky-blue eyes, crystal clear as sapphires in their purest form. And her countenance, in the eyes of the most discerning people, can not find a single flaw.

It was Luoqi, who was wearing a light long skirt and her long hair was loose on her shoulders, standing at the door of the study, silent. Her gaze swept over the study, paused on the three or four empty bottles that were littered on the floor, then at the two bottles of spirits still on the table, and finally at Richard, who was standing in front of the window and pondering.

Her breath is cold and fragrant, with almost no sense of zài. And Richard was roaring in his ears at the moment, and there were countless pictures flashing in his consciousness, and he didn't notice Luoqi's arrival at all.

Richard couldn't remember how much he had drunk, and just raised his glass to his lips, only to find that the cup was empty. He wanted to find wine, but he couldn't stand still, so he had to put the wine glass on the windowsill and stabilize his body first. But the bottle floated over on its own, filling the glass with wine.

Richard instinctively picked up his glass and drank it down. Then I remembered where the wine came from. So he turned around, and saw the bottle, and saw the beautiful hands holding the bottle, and then down the arms, and on the shoulders, and down to the face.

Richard stared at her for half a minute before frowning and saying, "Luoqi?"

Luoqi only nodded, and stood quietly.

Richard looked at the empty wine glass in his hand, and somehow reached out to Luoqi. Luoqi poured wine into the glass. Richard drank it all and reached out again. Luo Qi obviously hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "You can't drink anymore......"

Richard frowned, and Luo Qi stopped insisting and poured him another full glass. Richard didn't drink it all this time, he stood in front of the window again, stretched out his hand and pointed to the endless starry sky, and muttered, "You know, that guy, should always be standing here......"

Before he finished speaking, the wine glass in Richard's hand suddenly fell to the ground, his body shook, and he poured it to the ground.

Luoqi hurriedly supported Richard, but Richard's body was unexpectedly heavy, almost carrying her to the ground.

Richard himself sensed something was wrong, struggling to get his feet on, but now the only support was Luoqi, so he was almost climbing up with Luoqi. The skin of the two people is almost close together, and Luoqi's tall body is both soft and tough. Richard's feet were unstable, and he planted it on the ground again, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Luoqi's skirt, and with a snort, Luoqi's long skirt almost split in half!

So a complete long leg as straight as snow stood in front of Richard's eyes, and even the end of the thigh was faintly presented. Luoqi's temptation is all over her body. Richard's body stiffened, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed Luoqi's legs, and stood up with strength. He grabbed it extremely hard, and Luoqi's body trembled slightly.

Richard stood up straight, staring into Luoqi's eyes, his breath filled with the smell of wine.

Luoqi had no expression on her face, but her eyes looked at Richard without flinching, and her bulging mouth opened slightly, and the shape of her mouth seemed to be about to spit out a foul mouth. Luoqi, who is extremely pure and arrogant, seems to be about to explode a foul word at Richard the next moment. A strong sense of dislocation almost exploded Richard. Richard gritted his teeth and grinded out a sentence from between his teeth: "Are you looking for death?"

After saying that, Richard reached out and grabbed Luoqi's neckline and tore it hard, tearing her top and corset, leaving her upper body naked/exposed.

And Luoqi's response was to bury her head suddenly and bite Richard on the shoulder! This bite she had used all the strength of her body, Richard's body trembled, and let out a beast-like roar. But his body was straight, not only did he not hide, but he was still sending it to Luoqi's mouth.

He was already in a frenzy at this point, completely drowning his reason, and wanted to see if she could really bite into a piece of meat. Luoqi was also not polite, and bit hard, but Richard's muscles all over his body collapsed, hard as steel, so that Luoqi's teeth began to bleed, and he couldn't bite through Richard's muscles.

She suddenly relented, and stood in front of Richard like that, staring at Richard without expression, but her chin was slightly raised, showing implicit arrogance.

This is the highest level of provocation, I just look down on you, what can you do with me?

Richard didn't say a word, and directly pulled Luoqi up and pressed it on the floor!

After a few tears, the last of Luoqi's clothes turned into rags and scattered all over the ground. She writhed and struggled desperately, but to no avail. Suddenly, Luoqi's eyebrows tightened, her head tilted back forcefully, and she let out a mute cry of pain, her hands gripping Richard's body even more, her nails digging deep into the skin on Richard's back.

Next, Luoqi was like a lonely boat in a storm, thrown and fell in a ferocious impact. She could no longer maintain her cold and reserved, her eyebrows were almost twisted together, her eyes were closed, and she kept crying and laughing from the depths of her throat, becoming more and more hoarse, and her body twitched and trembled irregularly.

Luoqi felt that she might collapse and pass out at any time, but she couldn't. Richard in her body was as fierce and brutal as a galloping mammoth, and it was hard to imagine that his not very strong body could have such a volcanic eruption-like power!

Luoqi felt like she had been crushed.

I don't know how long later, when the storm suddenly stopped, Luoqi had lost all her strength and lay on the ground, only gasping. After relaxing, the sweat on her body came out layer by layer, and the beads of sweat on her forehead were even denser like rain, completely wetting her long hair.

Richard, too, exhausted his physical energy, fell on top of her, and fell into a deep sleep, snoring slightly from time to time.

Luo Qi finally gained some strength and wanted to push Richard down, but as soon as she made a move, her eyebrows were twisted together again, and she couldn't help but let out a moan. It turned out that although Richard had squirted and filled her body, the male features were still erect like a gun, that is, large and long, and swelled her almost to the limit. With such a move, it immediately touched the wound on the lower body, and it hurt like a pinprick in a needle.

Luoqi gasped, gritted her teeth, and pushed Richard down, but her little face turned pale.

ps: A new volume has started again~