Chapter 163 162 Spreading Desire and Madness

Chapter 163 162. Spreading Desire and Madness

Gilbartos drank the choking liquor calmly and continued: "The southern battlefield of the Chongrong battlefield is a good place. I heard that Wenke plans to send people deep into Chongrong and enter the rear of the entire Mostana to do something big."

"I heard that your son-in-law Reduk is a very martial man, so he might be very interested in fighting with werewolves. After all, they can't encounter werewolves in the eastern battlefield. The only werewolf tribe left is the one in the south."

"The general combat power over there is not strong. The magic fox should be the peak of the combat power over there... Oh, and there are also those mushrooms."

Gilbartos took a sip of wine and smiled: "A group of stubborn stupid races who never buy the items provided by Celer merchants and expel Celer merchants. They don't seem to have a sixth-level magician?"

"It seems so."

Gilbartos' words reminded Orcus of this race located in the southernmost part of Mostana.

Thinking that most of the combat power in the southern battlefield was basically not high, and his daughter and son-in-law both had combat power close to the fifth level, Orcus smiled easily.

A sharp cry made the two resting "Seven Staffs" put down the wine jugs in their hands at the same time.

They looked at each other, but walked forward together following the sound.

Passing through the puddles formed by the mixture of rain and blood, stepping over the goblin corpses, Orcus heard Randy's excited and happy laughter.

"Come on, keep running. As long as you can run to the tree in the distance, I will let you go and go back to reunite with your tribe."

Randy wiped away the light golden bangs that were wet and stuck to his forehead by the rain, and said kindly to the trembling little goblin.

As a mage, he was carrying a huge sword that did not match his status and was swinging.

A total of seven little goblins were watched by dozens of Celer soldiers, standing in front of the starting line drawn with blades.

"Run!"

Without a countdown, a loud shout without any warning announced the beginning of this escape.

Before Orcus and Gilbatos had time to ask Randy what he was doing, they saw him waving his right hand, lightning condensed in his palm, and clenched it towards the front.

"Stop!"

Orcus was the first to react and tried to stop it.

But it was too late. The arc of electricity fell from the sky and accurately pierced through the stomachs of seven little goblins.

The power of this magic was not strong, and it did not kill them immediately, but this penetrating wound had already declared their death.

"Randy, you are crazy!"

Gilbatos walked quickly to Randy and grabbed his collar.

"What crazy or not, it's just killing an enemy, Gilbatos, you are overreacting."

Randy made a look, and the guards around him stepped forward, raised their knives and cut down, harvesting the lives of these goblins who were still struggling to survive, and then threw them into a large pit nearby, letting the magician ignite them.

"Well, we'll burn them all together anyway, there's no difference, right?"

"Besides, there's no such thing as a child who can follow the Goblin Alliance here. The Goblins have always been warriors who can take up arms. I won't let the enemy go and leave trouble for my fellow citizens of Celer."

"Gilbartos, you won't be angry with me, a fellow Seventh Staff, for such a small matter, right?"

Orcus' face was tense, and the words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

Gilbartos didn't have so many scruples.

"You can kill them directly, you shouldn't play with them. You didn't intend to let them go, so why do it!"

"Because we won, I have the right to do this."

Randy was impatient with Gilbartos's preaching.

"What do you think will happen to the people of Celer if we lose the war?"

"Don't forget what our ancestors taught us in the book?"

Randy gritted his teeth: "Kill them all!"

"After being driven out of their homeland by Zoregos, did the city-states along the way sympathize with our ancestors who were still children and gave us bread, milk, wheat, and springs?"

"We fled from Zoregos, passed through Kole, and arrived at Mostana. All we received along the way were cold eyes, and only bows and arrows and calculations greeted us. The blood shed by our people was enough to fill every gully in this land!"

"His Majesty the Emperor has made it very clear. We want to turn Mostana into the garden of Celer bit by bit, and it will become the perfect land for us to cultivate and settle Zoregos!"

"To do this, the insects in this garden must be cleaned up."

"Slaves should be tied up with ropes."

"Goods should be put into display cabinets and cabins."

"And insects should be turned into fertilizer from now on."

Cold wind blew.

Orcus and Gilbatos were very unfamiliar with the man with an evil smile on his face.

"I will report everything you did here, Your Majesty." Gilbatos turned and left. As the same Seven Staff, he couldn't tear his face with Randy.

Moreover, Randy had a close relationship with the royal family.

"Please, by the way, I'll tell you something."

Randy smiled and said, "Just before you came, someone had already killed a bunch of people like this. I just imitated it poorly."

"Who?" Orcus asked.

"General Kenesa, General Luoda, Seven Staff Sunafa, Seven Staff Izarebi..."

The names seemed to explode in the minds of Orcus and Gilbatos.

After the two walked away with their feet floating, they could still hear the howling coming from behind.

The cloudy sky seemed to show no signs of clearing up. When the two Seven Stickers returned to the camp, they looked up and saw oppressive dark clouds, as if they could touch the corners of the clouds with their hands.

The wind stopped, which also allowed the dark clouds to no longer be blown away, but to stay there quietly.

Its shape is like a huge rushing wave. The top of the wave rises fiercely and suddenly, as if it will pounce down in the next second and devour Sergeant Selel in the camp.

However, in the military camp where Gilbatos and Orcus were stationed, no one looked up to the sky except the two of them. Everyone raised their glasses to drink, hugged their comrades with laughter, or thanked each other for saving their lives on the battlefield today. He may have killed himself, or his emotions were so intense that he couldn't help himself.

Hearty victory brings hearty indulgence.

The scene of the surrender of the Mostana tribes began to be sung as Sereer's soldiers pointed out, and the extremely strong sense of identity and pride echoed in the toasts again and again.

Gilbatos and Orkus, who were sitting in the camp, did not touch the fine wine sent by the logistics quartermaster. Instead, they just looked at the sky and listened with their ears pricked up to listen to the people who gathered and represented an individual. will.

The will is gathering together, turning into an indestructible artifact.

Gilbatos had revised what he wanted to say when he met His Majesty dozens of times in his mind, but after hearing the voices from all directions and the songs that were singing His Majesty like "the shadows cast by the gods on the earth", he hesitated.

Maybe everything had been brewing for a long time, but they were just busy paying attention to other places at the time and didn't notice anything strange?

Orkus, who was always only interested in summons, frowned.

The wind blowing from the depths of the plain made the leaves above his head rustle, and countless green leaves fell on him.

Orkus caught a piece, looked at the veins on it like a human body, stroked it carefully for a moment, and shook his head.

"It can't be like this."

"We are forcing all races to turn against us."

Orkus murmured for a while, cleared his thoughts and spoke again.

"Their alliance was originally forced. Only those races that were once enemies of the empire were the most resistant. Most of the other races were persuaded by dragons and elves, and the empire was too powerful. They felt that Threat, so I joined.”

"If we acquiesce and allow Randy and others to do this...then many races with no retreat will escalate their fight against the empire to the level of a 'war of genocide'."

Gilbatos sighed: "But the empire's approach to the outside world has always been like this. It does not keep prisoners who are capable of fighting, and distributes valuable slaves to lower-level sergeants. Everyone here will be a vested interest after the war."

"Look, that strong man over there who is shouting, his goal is to get a cute magic fox and take it home to raise."

"The slightly thin young man there may have some wasteland at home that he doesn't want to cultivate by himself, and he is in urgent need of help from a few strong mountain tauren or werewolves."

"Those soft and overbearing noble ladies in the empire need some good 'pets' to show off to each other at parties."

"Those nobles and merchants in the empire who control the shipping routes need a large amount of 'commodities'. The continent of Kolai has always welcomed high-quality people."

"Those who long for titles are constantly sharpening their swords, longing for their own fiefdom in the newly conquered land. They hope that the blood of their enemies will be shed more and more, so that they can usher in the moment of blessing."

"Those who are eager for money want to visit the capital, and the bone tower will get higher and higher. The hundred years of rest will prevent their coins from producing more coins."

"And Your Majesty, as well as the great nobles, have that great dream in their hearts - to return to Zolegos and take back the land that belonged to the ancestors of Selel."

Orkus shouted: "I don't want to stop the war, I just don't want to see this senseless massacre. We should just divide and conquer."

"Is it possible that we want to kill every race in the vast land of Mostana?"

"Then what's the point of us conquering this land?"

Gilbatos covered his face and sighed helplessly.

"I know what you mean, but... a bloodthirsty hyena will run towards its prey like crazy. If you want to control him, you can only put a collar around his neck."

"When the war begins, many things can no longer be bound by collars and shackles... What His Majesty wants is the result, he will not care about the process."

"If he's not willing to put a collar on a hyena that has been hungry for over a hundred years, then things are not going to change."

"You and I can't stop the spread of desire and madness."