War came out of nowhere.

The Tanit had a smooth ride, they might have been good at hunting, but as the war progressed, their strength increased, but their ability to hunt declined.

Because there is no need to apply these tricks anymore.

Anyway, the war is the mechanical troops coming forward, and they are responsible for cleaning up the mess.

This kind of war cannot temper much ability, and relying on some local wars alone is not enough to suppress the arrogance of successive victories for a long time.

In particular, the choice of the internal elders exacerbated this sudden change.

Maybe not everyone is a fool, but a wrong choice is not because the decision-maker is stupid, but because of some more important reason.

For example, conflicts of interest.

"Rama is the key to our current reach, and without Rama's technology, the sea of sand would still be scattered."

"But what he's doing is child's play."

"The power of the gods is all in his hands, and the results are obvious to all."

"We must share in the glory of the gods from his hands."

Capricious, that's a fitting label.

Whether they are loyal to Rama or not, at least they have no objection to this mistake of Rama.

So why can Rama be so willful and reckless, not caring about their opinions, and making an absolutely wrong choice?

Because of the grace of the Red King and the God of Flowers, he alone has mastered it.

If I had mastered the charism, I could have done the same things, even better than He did.

Rama may be the key to the tribe's progress, but I will be the great day of the kingship······

They are all intelligent people, and they can naturally see the value of Rama to the Shahai regime that is currently in full swing.

But smart people don't do stupid things, and if a stupid thing doesn't hurt their interests, but brings additional benefits, then they will naturally do it.

Doing something stupid will inevitably bring disadvantages, but the person who loses something is not necessarily the person who does it.

"This is not a betrayal, but a reasonable request."

"If Rama is allowed to act so recklessly alone, sooner or later he will lead us to the bottomless abyss."

"We must receive the gift of the gods to restrain Rama from certain incorrect words and deeds."

Fair and reasonable.

This is certainly not an unjust evil backstab, but a "for your good" constraints.

For your own sake, because you did something wrong first, we judged that your style was not steady enough.

If you are not good enough, we can only stand up and help you for the future of Shahai.

You don't want us to help?

Look, these things have made the child start talking nonsense.

You've done something wrong, and of course we're going to have to help.

You don't need it? How can this work.

This reaction was not at all unexpected, and betrayal was far more common than loyalty in the Sand Sea.

Rama himself certainly had kindness to others, but these people also did things.

Since they have done something and then received the favor, at least they think that it is a reasonable reward, and they rely on the reward for the effort, so of course they do not have to be too emotional about the favor of Rama.

"The main force of the [Group of Thirty] is not close... Are you worried that these people are acting? ”

Standing on the top of the peak, Rama looked down at the dark shadows below, looking relaxed and natural.

Supposedly, this should be considered a general attack, but the [Thirty Regiment] only drove the [God King's Relic] and the other gilded brigades to charge forward, and their own core troops remained on the sidelines.

It seems that they don't trust the chips of the Shahai magnates.

"That's right, in their opinion, the sea of sand is attached to me, at least now I have the possibility of standing up."

The magnates of the Sand Sea just wanted Rama to learn a lesson, not to kneel down completely.

The Thirty also knew this, so they charged forward with the Relic of the God King, waiting for their chance.

Both sides were well aware of each other's intentions, but they still chose to do it as scheduled, without any hesitation or hesitation.

I guess I think I can win in the chaos.

Except for the [Legacy of the God King], after losing the value of the left and right, he can only choose one side to cling to, and has no extra right to speak.

The price of losing the right to speak is, of course, being pushed in front as cannon fodder, but Mishale should be able to bear it.

No matter how you count cannon fodder, it is impossible to have him in the ranks, sacrificing the mercenaries of the [Legacy of the God King] in exchange for his own status, which is not an unacceptable deal for him.

The flames of war ignited quickly.

Obviously, it was not only the [Group of Thirty] that was in action, but chaos broke out at several important points at the same time, and it was the loud shouts of the elders that rang out at random.

It was clearly an unforeseen mess.

"It's off."

Rama looked down with great interest on the chaos and war below.

The Fatui clearly don't have a sense of contract, and certainly not the desert people.

When both sides have no hard pursuit of cooperation, the result of this cooperation has actually been written.

Obviously, the Fatui are superior.

Inside Babel's tent.

"I knew the Solstice were unreliable."

She had clearly expected it.

"But you didn't tell Rama that we were going to act, Lady Babel." The Thunder Warlock's voice was elegant, "You still love the supreme power, don't you?" ”

In the middle of the kingdom and at the top of the tribe, Babel prefers the latter.

"Who doesn't love power?"

Babel was not alarmed.

Technically, she hadn't told Rama about the Elders' private alliances, but she didn't think Rama was completely unaware, he didn't look like such a dumb person—well, given his recent choices, it wasn't necessarily.

"The pursuit of power by those who are incapable will only bring trouble to everyone." The Thunderbolt Warlock didn't say much, "You're pitiful, Lady Babel. ”

"I've tried everything, but I'm not as good as a child who has gotten God's favor by chance."

She taunts and kills with one hit.

This was indeed the greatest pain in the hearts of Babel and many of the elders.

When you work hard for something for a long time and there is a person who gets it easily, not even because of talent, but because of good luck, this is what makes people feel resentful in their hearts.

If he doesn't know how to keep a low profile, but instead goes around preaching his good fortune, this kind of righteous indignation will be even more scorching.

"What do you want me to do?" Babel avoided the topic and remained silent.

To speak is to waste energy, but if you waste energy to do something, you must ask for something.

"To be honest, you've already lost."

The Thunder Warlock's words were leisurely and full of confidence.

"The Akademiya is not as dragged out as you think, and they plan to fight a decisive battle in the first battle, and destroy the Shahai regime in one fell swoop."

There is no temptation, and there is no need for temptation.

The ongoing war would not do the Akademiya any good, and a unified sea of sand would not be a good thing.

There is no shortage of decisions that the six sages should have.

Even in the plot, Hazard's hesitation is the most for the pity and co-optation of genius scholars.

But for more ordinary people, their temperament will be more clearly revealed.

"If you bring up this kind of thing, it means that you don't want us to end it at all."

Babel scoffed, "Let me think that if you are plotting against the sand sea and don't want us to be completely destroyed, that means you still need us to do something." ”

"Procrastinating?"

The collapse of the Shahai regime is not the end, but only the trigger for all redistribution.

The impact of a victory was enough to leave two more lines of history for the six sages of the Akademiya, and to make the desert people completely lose hope of turning around.

Because they really resisted and caused trouble for the rainforest.

Then when they lose, they are treated as real slaves, not slaves in Dehya's mouth, and the fate is also a matter of course.

Revolt is always repressed.

But Babel knew that these things had nothing to do with these Snow Countryers.

They don't speak for this reason, but when they do, there must be a reason to be there.

So what else could it be?

At this time, some mother-son expressions could be seen, and Babel's sneer was the same as Rama's indifference.

Obviously they are also the weaker side, but they seem to have the upper hand.

The Thunder Warlock's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The destroyed sea of sand is powerless to stop the Akademiya from taking it, but the Akademiya can only wait before the treasure falls into the hands of the Fatui."

"That's a good point." Babel applauded her performance, "So what are you going to do, intervene in it openly, intervene in the internal affairs of Sumeru openly under the gaze of the Seven Kingdoms of the world?" ”

"Are you worthy??"

There will always be some tacit agreement between countries and countries, because it is not explicitly stated, so of course you can not care.

But there is always a price to be paid for doing things, and this kind of thing is not an exception.

The sand sea and the rainforest, no matter how you count it between the Seven Kingdoms, are the internal affairs of Sumeru, the god of grass and the affairs of the Akademiya.

The Fatui intervening in such a matter before the action would inevitably leave a stereotype for the Seven Kingdoms.

Can't make it.

The harvest in the sea of sand may not be small, but the deeper plan involves the Seven Kingdoms, all the gods.

For the sake of a windfall, it's not worth it.

But that doesn't mean you have to give up.

The thing is in the mouth, and it should be eaten or eaten.

It's just a matter of eating elegantly.

"So I need you to step up and stop the Akademiya's attack." Thunder Warlock's face remained unchanged, "Lady Babel, you're not the only one we've chosen. ”

"Pick, well, noble rhetoric." Babel smiled and said, "Go on, let me hear your funny little abacus." ”

I can't take it anymore.

Isn't it said to be an adoptive mother? How can he be so similar to Rama on the side of arrogance and country buns!

"Your original idea has completely failed, and replacing the rainforest with a sea of sand is no longer possible."

"If you can't do anything, do you plan to stay here and die with the Tanit tribe, or do you want to go to another country with a check from the Northland Bank?"

The words of the Thunder Warlock were not very tempting, but the real battle situation was more useful than any verbal temptation.

It's true that you can't win, and it's true that you're about to be finished.

In this case, there is only another way out.

"If I hadn't worked with you, it wouldn't have been so bad."

Babel couldn't hold back either.

No one believes in the Fatui, just as the Fatui do not believe in the promises of the magnates of the Sand Sea.

But things still have to be done, and you feel that you can prevent the other party's conspiracy and then take advantage of the other party.

In the same way, the Fatui thought so.

And just looking at the results, it is the Fatui who win.

"But you've already made your choice." Instead, the Thunder Warlock reverted to a leisurely tone, "You've lost a lot. ”

The cause and effect are so simple, nothing more than greed but no success, nothing more.

If you fail, you have to think about retreating.

The Fatui don't believe how loyal these people are to the identity of the desert people, after all, since the death of the Red King, the identity of the desert people has brought them only trouble and prejudice.

The subject of hatred was certainly handed over to the Akademiya, after all, it was the prejudice and discrimination they set off.

But a long millennium has passed, and many people have begun to resent their origins rather than the Akademiya that created this environment.

For example... Why was I born a desert dweller and not a rainforest dweller?

This kind of thinking is tumbling in the hearts of many desert people, who cannot understand why such an unfortunate thing must have happened to them.

The world is very big, and many people can be desert people who come to work as cattle and horses for the Akademiya, so why does this person have to be himself?

"It's true that I lost, but I didn't lose it all."

Babel shook her head.

There has to be someone who is a cow or a horse, there is no denying this.

But resentment of origin and resentment of the environment are two kinds of difficulty, the former is to hand over the problem to fate, so that all the mistakes don't matter, after all, I have a bad background and there is no way.

Origin is an unchangeable fate, and the environment is an enemy that needs to be challenged.

But the Akademiya is so hard to fight.

Even if you can't win the war at all, it is really better to leave the problem to fate than to resist their rule and oppression.

"Do you still have any hope of turning the tables around?"

The Thunder Warlock couldn't help but frown.

This time, the Fatui have even been appointed by the executive officers to handle official business, and with the power of the sand sea, there is no room for resistance.

But estimates are estimates, and the results are always unknown until the dust settles.

She certainly didn't want accidents.

"Isn't that what you're doing?" Babel said casually, "If it wasn't for the sake of testing Rama's hole cards, you wouldn't be wasting time with me here." ”

Finding the right person is the key to solving many problems.

What the Fatui want is the relics of the gods, not the Sand Sea regime, nor the life and death of Rama.

None of this is insignificant, only the remnants of the Red King and the Flower God are important.