Nine Hundred and Thirty-Two Dare Not Speak Out

This long winter has slowed down everyone and everything. Alan Hill's offensive in the Demon Realm has become unhurried, and the construction of the northern part of the Alan Hill Empire has also slowed down.

Although in the south, the Alan Hill Empire is still in full swing with a huge reform, but none of this makes this winter hot.

While Chris was negotiating with Aresia, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Foreign Minister Strider brought back an exciting news. Update the fastest mobile terminal::

After a lengthy vote and negotiation, Grecon officially joined the Empire of Ireland and continued to exist as a special administrative region of magic.

In this way, the Ellan Hill Empire almost unified the entire human world in form. Except for the Eternal Empire, which is still "independent", the other human-controlled areas have been controlled by the Alan Hill Empire.

Including the former Holy Demon Empire, Norma Empire, Kashyyyk Empire... Of course, it also includes all the territories of the mighty Grecon and Puppet Empire.

Further to the west, the Ellanhill Empire regained control of the old territories of the elves and dwarves, and the entire land area included three magic eyes.

Although in terms of administrative control, the Alan Hill Empire has no way to completely control such a vast territory for the time being, at least in form, the Alan Hill Empire has become the master of two-thirds of the planet's area!

Yes, a full two thirds!

Such a vast territory, such a huge empire. A powerful existence that has never appeared before, and it is still a group dominated by humans!

Chris had fulfilled what he promised Des when Serris was still a small castle, and they had become the masters of this world, the masters of the new world!

Greckon was enclosed, and the entire Ellandhill Empire was submerged in a sea of ​​joy on this day.

In the sky of Seris, fireworks bloom from morning to night. People laughed loudly in the streets, celebrating the upcoming unification of the human world.

Hundreds of thousands of civilians flocked to the streets. They held up the sign of Long Live the Empire of Alan Hill, pulled the banner of Long Live His Majesty the Emperor, and chanted the novel and proud name of Alan Sherris, congested on the spacious road. .

On both sides of the street, people pasted the poster of Chris with his chin raised on the wall with the highest enthusiasm. The children raised their hands and shouted under the poster, and the veterans stood at attention on the spot, respecting the most standard military salute to the poster.

On the busiest street in the Ireland Hill Empire,

Luxury stores are next to each other. Those beautiful shopping guides who used to look at people with their nostrils in the past are all flushing at this moment, posting advertisements for discounts.

Those expensive leather bags and high-end lipsticks that would rather die than drop a penny in the past are being generously sold at half price today to celebrate the imminent unification of the human world.

It was a carnival, a celebration of the end of war, a wild celebration of the end of an old age and the dawn of a new one.

"Long live Alanhill Chris!" A man stood on the railing used to separate the sidewalk from the motorway on the street, holding the street lamp with one hand and raising the other arm and shouted hysterically.

Driven by his shout, countless people raised their arms high and vented their emotions together.

"Emperor! I love you!" There was even a woman's sharp voice mixed in, causing many men to roar with laughter.

There were even old people with tears in their eyes under the trees in the green belt, expressing their tender emotions: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty...you are the greatest emperor! The greatest emperor in the world!"

It is still the law of conservation. In the midst of jubilation, there will always be people who are upset. At the entrance of the Eternal Empire's embassy in Ireland Hill, a crowd of parades seemed to be forcing the people inside to make a statement.

These people hope that the ambassador of the Eternal Empire will make a statement that meets their wishes, or in other words, convey the sentiments of the people of the Alan Hill Empire back to the Eternal Empire as soon as possible and intact...

With a "crash", a man closed the curtain in front of him, blocking his view. But what the curtains can't block is the shouting outside the window, like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"They are forcing us! What qualifications do they have to allow us to enclose Alan Hill unconditionally?" The military officer of the Eternal Empire stationed in the Alan Hill Empire slapped the table heavily with his hand, and shouted angrily in dissatisfaction.

A few hours ago, Grecon officially announced that it was attached to Alan Hill, merged into the Alan Hill Empire, and became a part of the Alan Hill Empire.

More than an hour ago, these civilians holding banners and shouting slogans gathered outside the embassy of the Eternal Empire.

They waved their arms and shouted all kinds of slogans loudly, some shouted "Eternal Empire Go Home", some shouted "Eternal Zone"... In short, these slogans are very uncomfortable.

Yes, very upset. As the permanent ambassador of the Eternal Empire to the Alan Hill Empire, how could he be willing to accept the fact that he was forced to join the Alan Hill Empire?

But he has no other choice. The current situation is that the Eternal Empire is surrounded by the Alan Hill Empire...

There are no so-called neighboring countries or friendly countries to continue to support the Eternal Empire and the Alan Hill Empire to keep each other in check.

The Dragon Emperor Albert has returned to the distant dragon territory, and the orcs are unlikely to be willing to stir up the grievances between the Eternal Empire and the Alan Hill Empire.

This is really an embarrassing situation called "responsibility every day, and the land is not working": it seems that the Eternal Empire has only one path to choose.

"They sent guards here so that we can sit here with peace of mind. It's already very face-saving." An Eternal Empire aristocratic magician who happened to be in the embassy while doing business in Ireland said with a wry smile.

No one paid any attention to the somewhat dissatisfied military officer, because everyone knew that the option with the least chance of winning now was to use force against the Alan Hill Empire at this time.

It's useless to complain about anything, everyone here is not here to complain that it's too noisy outside the window...

"The question now is, what should we do?" It was the ambassador of the Eternal Empire who asked this question. He had just been in office for less than a year, but he encountered such a problem, which made him seem a little at a loss.

"What else can I do? Listen to domestic orders... Whether it's peace or... this delay... There must be a decision." The ambassador sighed dejectedly, but he didn't have the courage to say the word "war" after all. .