Chapter 687 Mess
Hodecius hovered quietly next to the crystal mine, far away from the Holy Mountain that had changed its appearance. The previous earth-shattering changes had calmed down, but the real chaos and turmoil had just begun. The Knights soldiers and Wolf Cavalry who successfully evacuated from the Holy Mountain Cave returned to the base camp in Hodices under the leadership of Ofra, and successfully reunited with the generals and bishops who stayed here. However, for the next Leaders of these parties are locked in disputes over what action to take.
Ofra hadn't had time to change the armor on her body, and she, Uruk and several generals even had blood stains on their bodies from previous battles with monsters. The female marshal sat at the top of the long conference table like a murderous goddess, calming the atmosphere of the scene. The seat next to her should have been the Pope, but now this seat is empty.
"It has been confirmed that the Pope has been martyred," Archbishop Auburn looked at the empty seat next to Ofra. There was not much emotion on his face covered in runes, but a hint of stiffness and solemnity could be heard in his voice, "Even if the Pope It was impossible to survive an explosion of that magnitude, and the Pope’s soul aura was not sensed afterwards.”
The door to the council chamber was pushed open, and a tall figure in robes flashed in. He was an archbishop. He had just finished comforting the ordinary soldiers and believers in the floating city together with other monks, and now he seemed to be still surrounded by the noise and chaos from outside the council hall: "The situation outside is a bit chaotic, and the scene of the martyrdom of the Pope had a great impact on some believers. , and the evil god escaped from this place unscathed after the martyrdom of the Pope, we must first find a way to explain this."
"Where is the revelation from the goddess?" Ofra turned to look at the silent bearded ascetic on the side of the table. Since the martyrdom of the Pope, this devout believer has been in a state of contemplation talking to the goddess, using the special spirit of the ascetic The skill restored the connection with the goddess, and she hoped that the other party's prayer for such a long time would have some effect.
The bearded man raised his eyelids slightly: "The goddess's voice was unclear, but it can be confirmed that His Majesty the Pope had a long conversation with the goddess before his martyrdom. His actions should also be the will of the goddess."
Archbishop Auburn nodded immediately: "Okay, the preliminary explanation will start from this aspect..."
"The church's explanation will come later. The more urgent issue now is how to explain it to the king," Prince Havermann suddenly interrupted. His forehead was still shiny and dripping with sweat, but this time he didn't bother to wipe it away. , "The king needs to know whether the kingdom is still safe. The black thing ran away without any harm. You can explain that it was the pressure of the goddess that caused the evil god to escape - but this can only be used to appease the ordinary people, the king. We need a clearer answer: Will that thing come back? If it comes back, how will we deal with it?"
Prince Havermann's questions were sharp, which was very different from his usual image of a good old guy who always wiped his forehead and smiled, but this was his true behavior in this position. As the prince finished speaking, Uruk also spoke: "Our side is also in chaos. The collapse of the holy mountain has a great impact on the tribal country, and we also have to explain the problem of the evil god hiding in the holy mountain. So within a period of time , the tribal nation wants to withdraw some of the mercenaries in Horleta."
Due to racial talent and cultural factors, the werewolf tribe usually exports excellent soldiers and commanders as an important economic link. Their mercenaries can be found everywhere in the southern part of the continent, and the tribe and Horleta have been on good terms for many years. , when Gadon III raised his army, he even had a group of loyal werewolf warriors around him. Therefore, there are also a large number of werewolf foreign troops in the Horleta regular army today, and some of them even hold full-time positions.
Ofra frowned: "This will have a great impact on Horleta, and it is not in line with the original agreement."
"We will not tear up the agreement, but this is a special situation," Uruk said with a straight face and a serious tone. "We will only mobilize some soldiers to first solve the problem of manpower shortage in our own country. After the main peak collapsed, some parts were closer towns have been affected, and other places are also at risk of being affected by avalanches and aftershocks."
Uruk glanced at Ofra for the last time and said half a sentence: Anyway, the Horleta family has a big business, so they don't lack this kind of manpower, right?
After Uruk finished speaking, other bishops and generals at the scene also talked about the current and upcoming chaos. Some talked about military morale issues, some talked about religious issues, some talked about diplomatic issues, and some mentioned the collapse of the holy mountain. Should we revise the teaching materials quickly after that, because the highest peak in the southern continent needs to be measured again... This last one is considered to mention the issue of education. Ofra put her hand on her eyebrows with a headache. She didn't want to get involved in this situation at all. She realized that she had rashly gathered all these people together for a meeting without thinking, and just wanted to solve all the problems quickly. , but forget that the more people there are, the more serious the situation will be.
"Tsk... I'm really not suitable to handle this matter..." The female marshal was quite troubled, "Every king has never been so chaotic when he died..."
The cold sweat on Prince Haverman's forehead next to her really fell off this time, and he couldn't wipe it off: "This... Your Excellency, Marshal, it is inappropriate to say this at this time..."
"I know," Ofra sighed, suddenly raised her head and knocked on the table hard, "Quiet!"
Perhaps because the conference hall was too big, her first knock on the table had no effect. Several ministers in the distance were still discussing enthusiastically with the generals. When Ofra saw this situation, she picked up her long sword and took it with her. The scabbard slapped the table hard: "I told you to be safe..."
Before she could finish her words, she heard a crash and the entire table shattered into pieces.
Two ministers who were arguing across the table fell to the ground on the spot: they had been so involved in the argument that they had basically climbed up on the table.
Ofra looked at the situation blankly, a little embarrassed: "The quality of the table is not very good?"
The old werewolf Elson rolled his eyes: "Stop making excuses. How many tables have you broken into pieces?"
"Okay, so be it," Ofra waved her hands nonchalantly, "Without this obstructive thing, it just prevents you from continuing to lie here drinking tea and arguing. Do you need me to remind you? This The place is Hodecius! It is the most powerful floating city created by the kingdom. Even if it is just a soldier who can stay here, he is the most elite in the kingdom. But with so many elites, when this happens, everything turns into chaos. So? Are you trying to say that you are not qualified to board this floating city?"
As soon as the master-level figure in the kingdom group spoke, everyone fell silent. Ofra nodded with satisfaction: "It's so good. Put all the things on the table and resolve them one by one. Make concessions where necessary. Execution is carried out, I don’t care who among you here will complain about the loss. If the loss is huge, you should also think about the black fortress before. As long as it happens again, everything you value will be worthless. "
After finishing speaking, she glanced at Uruk and Bishop Auburn: "Sorry, I may have overstepped my authority by saying this. I can't control the affairs of the church and other countries, but I still want to remind you that in the eyes of that black fortress, , it doesn’t care which religion or country you belong to.”
Mentioning the "Black Fortress" that had flown to an unknown place, Archbishop Auburn's face immediately became serious: "The key to the problem is the weapon from the evil god. Its power is obviously superior to mortals, and the sacrifice of His Majesty the Pope We’re not really destroying it—we’re just driving it away. If it comes back, all our efforts will be in vain.”
"Didn't you say that those foreigners went to deal with this matter?" Prince Haverman looked at Ofra, "Why haven't they heard anything yet?"
"This..." Ofra didn't know how to explain it. "There should be a response soon. They should be able to succeed. After all, they were the ones who killed the eldest son in the first place."
Ofra didn't have much confidence in speaking. In the final analysis, she still half understood the power and background of Hao Ren and his party, let alone the origin of the "Black Fortress". She could only rely on the previous few times. The sense of trust built up by the resolution of the incident leads to the belief that the foreigners have the ability to destroy that thing. At this time, she thought about whether she should call Betsy over. The confused mercenary had been with the foreigner for the longest time and knew the other person's abilities better than the bearded man. But just when she couldn't help but want to ask Betsy about the matter, a white light suddenly lit up in the conference hall.
"Don't worry about the black spaceship," Hao Ren led a large group of people out of the white light, "I have something bigger to tell you now."