One Hundred and Nineteen Weak Countries Have No Diplomacy

"Phew!" He exhaled a turbid breath, and the chief knight shook his head and said regretfully, "I know that this task can't be accomplished just by simply explaining it."

He pulled out the long sword from his waist with a backhand "clang", his expression calm and calm: "If you want to blame, you are too weak, mortals... move more cleanly, don't stain the face of Ai Lanxi that you brought. Your king's flag!"

"Fireball!" A dragon knight behind him threw his backhand, and a huge fireball enveloped the guards of the Arante Empire who had been besieged in flames. The slightly dim palace suddenly became brighter, illuminating everyone's turbid eyes.

"Magic Flame Sword!" A sharp fire swept across, and another Guards soldier fell in a pool of blood. Their bodies were charred black, and their death attire was miserable, scaring the surrounding ministers to retreat frequently.

A soldier of the Arlantean Empire slashed the armor of a dragon knight with a sword from behind. The dragon knight slowly turned his head and looked at the opponent who attacked him with a sneer like a demon king. The soldiers of the Arlantean Empire drew their long swords from the corpses.

He turned around, twisted his neck, and grabbed the other party's collar: "I can't even break the magic defense on my armor, I'm so weak and pitiful. May you be bathed in the glory of magic in the next life. Down, rest in peace!"

After he finished speaking, his long sword passed through the chest of the soldier of the Arlantean Imperial Guards, and cut through the opponent's armor like cheese, and came out from behind the opponent. Then, he put aside the corpse and looked at the guards of the Arrant Empire who, despite their large numbers, did not dare to take a step forward.

"Clap, clap." With the sound of the armor colliding with each other, the Great Knight Commander held his head high and stepped up the steps engraved with gorgeous patterns. At his feet were the fallen corpse, the twisted armor, and the warm blood that was flowing and spreading along the pattern.

Every time he went up a step, the ministers of the Arlantean Empire, who were surrounded by all kinds of corpses, would subconsciously take a half step backward. These timid superiors, when faced with absolute power, seemed weak and weak. A quail.

"You..." Under the steps, Prime Minister Clark, who should have stood up the least, finally stood up. He pointed to the Great Knight Commander of the Holy Demon Empire on the steps with trembling hands, and said angrily: "We Arrant have never You have done something sorry for the Holy Demon Empire, how can you..."

"He ordered it just now, right? It's a pity, kill it." Stopping on the last step, he glanced at Clark, and the Great Knight Commander coldly instructed.

As soon as his words fell, the two dragon knights bullied him with long swords, resulting in Clark's life. The Prime Minister of the Empire, who was once unattainable, is now dead without even the courage to struggle.

Seeing the head of Prime Minister Clark wearing a gorgeous robe, the Great Knight Commander withdrew his gaze, raised his feet to the last step, and stood in front of Arrant Hook.

"I abdicate... I abdicate..." Hu Ke, who stumbled a little because of the obstruction of the throne, took a half step back and said nervously with a crying voice. Although the country left by his ancestors is valuable, his own life seems to be more important. Hu Ke knew that if he didn't obey, he would really die here today.

Unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that the Great Knight Commander standing in front of him didn't want to give him another chance. I just heard the other party sneer and said, "It's too late, I gave you a chance..."

After speaking, under the terrified eyes of the densely packed Guard soldiers, the great knight pinned King Hook to the throne with a sword, then turned to look at everyone in the hall: "Go hang Alan Hill. The king flag, if anyone dares to stop it, they will feed it to the dragon!"

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"Uh... that's how you paid?" Hearing Bakarov mentioning the "payment" he brought, Chris looked at Des, his confidant, dumbfounded.

They originally thought that the Holy Demon Empire would bleed heavily because of this, but they didn't expect that they would not be embarrassed this time.

Have you ever seen such a purchase? After having a drink in the restaurant, he reached out and grabbed the passerby sitting beside him, stabbed him to death, and then pointed to the body and said to the waiter, "Pay the bill, the wallet is in his pocket!"

This is a complete robber! Even though Chris's mind is full of civilizations from the earth, he has never seen such shameless power politics-even when Britain and France ceded the Sudetenland, they didn't say they gave away Czechoslovakia for nothing...

After being shocked, Chris even had an envious mentality. He looked at Bakarov and felt that this was the real charm of an old-fashioned empire: what is power politics, this is power politics!

"Weak country, no diplomacy." Chris looked at the ministers around him with a wry smile, and said, "Since the other party has already paid, let's see how much they have to pay."

"You! Your Majesty Chris! Please don't be so greedy! Is the entire Arlantean Empire not enough?" Bakarov's lower eyelids were trembling with anger, and he leaned forward against the edge of the table and asked.

"Of course it's not enough. The Arlant Empire is already the fat in my mouth. You pushed it into my mouth, but it's just a little effort. Do you want me to regard it as a favor?" Chris looked at it with a surprised expression. Bakarov, it seems difficult to understand the logic of the other party.

"Okay! The Holy Demon Empire has decided to issue another 10,000 Knowledge Magic Balls!" Bakarov suppressed the anger in his heart and offered another price.

He felt that his temper had gotten better day by day since he had dealt with Alan Hill. Where had he spoken to people in such a low voice before? When I meet such a mortal, I chop it up and feed the dragon.

"50,000!" Chris stretched out his palm and bargained for Bakarov.

"Don't deceive people too much!" Bakarov glared at him, staring at Chris as if he was about to explode at any time.

"You can buy less if you think it's too expensive." Des cruelly made up for it at this time.

Bakarov felt that if he continued to chat with the other party, he might be hurt by his anger. He calmed down his mood, and after a while, he continued: "20,000 knowledge magic balls! This is what we can give. It's the limit!"

Sometimes Chris thinks that bargaining in this world is a waste of time. You say one and I say five, you say two and I say four. In the end, everyone thinks three is a good number and a sincere middle value. ...

Last time, he seemed to negotiate with Bakarov like this, and this time it seems to be the same - it really smells like a cycle when you think about it. So Chris smiled, ready to break this vicious circle.

"50,000! I want 50,000!" Chris played the card with a nasty and uneasy routine, and Bakarov felt that he didn't seem to be able to play. It didn't mean that everyone should compromise with each other and settle in one breath. to this pleasant value? Why did you suddenly change your routine?

"10,000! I can only give you 20,000 at most!" Bakarov, who felt that life was boring for a while, still insisted on his own routine and refused to come out easily.

However, his insistence still did not bring the other party's sympathy. Since Chris has made up his mind not to continue to play cards according to the routine, naturally he will not agree with the number of 10,000, so he continued: "60,000! I think this number The Holy Demon Empire will definitely give it!"

Hearing Chris suddenly talking more and more, Bakarov stared at him in surprise, then slapped the table with his big hand, and stood up suddenly: "His Majesty Emperor Alan Hill! I'm not here. Just kidding! We're talking about cooperation! Cooperation!"

"I suddenly felt that a rifle used to require a knowledge magic ball, and now a machine gun needs 0, right?" Chris calculated it carefully, as if calculating the total cost of the arms.

"I also gave you the entire Arlantean Empire!" Bakarov felt that he was about to explode, and if his eyes could kill, he had already beaten Chris into a sieve.

"Look, look, what are you excited about? I'm not counting... You want so much mechanical equipment, and I didn't ask you for money..." Chris said with a smirk.

He already has tanks and planes, so naturally he doesn't take weapons such as machine guns and rifles seriously. Today's Ailan Hill has embarked on the road of full industrialization. Looking at the surrounding countries, even the most progressive Holy Demon Empire, is almost the same as when the United States looked at the Republic of China.

Without a complete industrial reserve, without a complete accumulation of industrial technology, and simply arming your troops with some foreign guns and cannons, it would be just like the Qing Dynasty back then. What a threat in nature.

Thinking of this, Chris looked at the other party, pressed his hand down and said, "Big deal, I'll give you 10,000 more second-hand rifles. Although the accuracy is a little worse, it's still okay to use it reluctantly."

"I think you're embarrassing me right now! You're not talking about a cooperative attitude!" Bakarov couldn't hold back his anger, gasping for breath.

"No way, weak countries have no diplomacy." Chris shook his head and whispered regretfully.

"Pfft..." Des, who was drinking water beside him, heard the muttering in a low voice, and couldn't hold back, and sprayed the water all over the table at once.

He put down the water glass in embarrassment, looked at Bakarov whose face was ashen, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

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