Chapter 376 Three Sentences Made the Players Tear Down My Castle

It does sound exaggerated, but it is actually normal for such a situation to occur.

The people of the Holy Light Church have a great cause and are not afraid of any losses. Even because these insects are busy hurting each other, they feel that the surrounding environment is getting better.

However, Jue Qiao Fengying and other big nobles were wealthy and disdainful of cooperating with this group of scoundrels. They even wanted to take advantage of the situation and hunt down one of them to see if they could also make a fortune.

So facing the threats from both sides of the mysterious assassin and the pioneer, it is only natural that the little nobles and the little church, who had no choice, would hug each other tightly like little monkeys.

But even though the Church of Shadows is a dragon across the river, it looks down upon these local worms who can only live in the mountains in the southern part of the kingdom. Once they overturn, everything will be lost.

Therefore, seeing that they wanted to unite, while politely rejecting Ke's invitation, he only gave them a stone plate with which they could temporarily contact each other, which was regarded as leaving a good karma.

But on the noble side, faced with a large number of grand invitations from the Evil God Church, it was obvious that someone with enough weight chose to attend in person.

He was an old man who was second only to Priest Hantie and always had a gloomy Sima face. He was an eldest man whose fiefdom was located in the Yanshan Territory and whose title was an earl.

However, there are also differences between masters. They are both earls, and his family background is obviously not as good as Feng Ying's, otherwise he would not be able to participate in a small group of this level.

And even so, the chasm between the big nobles and the small nobles still exists, as you can tell by looking at Count Yanshan's tense face, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Therefore, the reason why he was able to condescend to come to the underground cave to negotiate with this group of bumpkins who usually looked down on him was related to a very important ruthless job.

——Yes, he is the unlucky guy who, with three words, made the Alliance of Fathers and Worries demolish the castle that his family finally built after spending more than two hundred years and generations with countless financial efforts!

At that time, when the whole network was having fun, everyone felt that Bai Ying was used to being arrogant and deliberately found an excuse to beat up this old guy who had caused some unpleasant troubles with them before.

After all, this matter...can be considered their traditional performing arts, right?

And at least this time there are real believers of the evil god, instead of just finding a bottle of washing powder and going to the United Nations Conference to shake it and show what it means to be shameless.

Can……

This old boy had just formally formed a relationship with Bai Ying the day before yesterday, and today he appeared at the negotiation table where many evil churches were seeking unification and cooperation. This speed was too fast.

It can only be said that it seems that everyone has really wronged the Bald Eagle this time - this bullshit Mr. Yanshan is really having an affair with the followers of the evil god!

However, although the fundamental reason why he entered this game is that his own level has declined and his ability is too low to survive the high-end game.

But even the falling gold is better than this group of little silvers who are sweating profusely in every low-end round, unable to get up, unable to get down, and are stuck here for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, to everyone on the field, he is still a behemoth who cannot be provoked and can only be climbed up.

Therefore, after hearing that this old gentleman was the legendary Earl of Yanshan, everyone's eyes showed enthusiasm, and they almost knelt down on the spot and called daddy, begging for food.

Yanshan was undoubtedly used to such gazes, and this feeling of being surrounded by stars helped him feel a little uneasy, and the gloom on his face dissipated a lot.

But the dissipation disappeared, and after politely saying hello and slightly nodding, he still maintained a noble silence.

Of course, the coldness of the Golden Power did not affect the enthusiasm of the Silver cultivators. Although they still looked at each other with disgust, they were considered the same kind after all, and they began to "appear" in a harmonious atmosphere.

And it has to be said that the nobles are indeed more qualified than these illiterate believers who have not received prenatal education. Not only do they not use swear words when they complain, but they are also very organized.

One of them is quite good at writing, and even wrote a document with a slogan. Yes, no need to use other words, and there are even punctuation marks!

But when Priest Hantie finally finished his introduction and was about to get down to the main topic of the evening, the earl, who had been silent for a long time, frowned.

——Actually, he has always wrinkled, but this time the wrinkles were deeper.

"Huh? Is this the only one who will come tonight?"

What he said was quite disrespectful to everyone, but he was the toughest person, so Priest Hantie could only smile apologetically.

"Haha, Lord Earl, these are the only ones we have invited for the time being, but... there are still some we are still fighting for and contacting, so those here are not all of our alliance."

But Earl Yanshan is a veteran in the aristocratic circle no matter what, so how could he believe this kind of prevarication at a glance?

So he snorted again and said in a low voice.

"I don't want to hear your explanation, incompetent priest. I just want to know, are the people from the Shadow Church here?"

"Uh, um... actually they expressed quite strong wishes. For example, they gave me this contact spell! It's just..."

boom!

Unable to bear it anymore, Earl Yanshan hammered the table hard and stared into the eyes of Priest Hantie.

"This is different from what we agreed before! You little evil cultist, how dare you deceive a noble Earl of the Kingdom!"

Angry, of course he will be angry!

Since Yanshan's first action after the damn pioneers blew up his castle was not to take revenge immediately and kill all the barbarians who dared to offend him, but to sneak into such a snake-rat nest to hold a meeting.

That means that with his strength, he has no confidence to deal with this group of thieves, he is afraid! Even if he has a loyal knight of level 42!

So for him, the expectation of this meeting is not to talk nonsense with this bunch of useless things.

After all, if he really unites with them, it is probably just to send two side dishes to the pioneers.

His goal is actually to find an ally with enough weight, a heavyweight ally with enough weight to at least have a round at the card table of the great nobles!

——For example, the Shadow Church.

But there is no one now! People look down on this place, so they didn't come!

Then why is he here?

Is he sick in the brain and wants to taste the stench of these idiots! ?

The nobles do pay attention to etiquette, but this etiquette is also for each other. They are just a bunch of useless trash. Why should we treat them well?

"Humph, goodbye!"

So the Earl of Yanshan stood up and was about to walk towards the gate.

The Hantie priest was about to chase him, but the knight stepped forward and blocked his way with his unsheathed sword, his voice rumbling and his blood boiling.

"Pagan, the only thing you need to do is open the door!"

"You..."

Even a clay man has a little temper, let alone a believer of the evil god who is in a very beautiful mental state?

Therefore, while the Hantie priest gritted his teeth, several others couldn't help but clench their fists.

...

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if you want to stop the loss, in addition to turning off the faucet quickly, you can also add more water to the pool.

Moreover, this Earl of Yanshan obviously can't afford to provoke the pioneers, so he came here to negotiate with them.

So is he really a very strong thigh? Not necessarily.

Then, the nobles need money and land, and the believers need people and shelter. The group needs of everyone are not actually in conflict.

Although there are many people and big appetites, conflicts often occur because there are too many wolves and too little meat.

But the Count is a big boss, he is... all grown up, so...

wouldn't it be just enough for everyone to eat together?

Even...

more than enough?

Can we have an extra meal?

So the people at the table began to exchange glances in silence, and soon, the few who were still a little confused and resistant were assimilated.

Good.

The Count's nest had just been bombed, and his foundation was unstable. This is the right time.

This is the headquarters of the Cold Iron Church, and the key is in our hands. This is the right place.

There are many people, and most of them are elites, so this is the right people.

Alas, this is God's will to kill him, not my fault!

Therefore.

The opportunity is not to be missed, and the time will not come again!

Starve the timid to death, and the bold to death, do it!

But just as the Earl had walked to the door, the knight who felt that the threat was enough also turned his back, and everyone reached for their weapons, ready to fight like ants devouring elephants.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the semi-enclosed underground cave, blowing out all the torches.

No!

It was not the wind!

This was just the misleading logic brought by daily routine. It was clear that something had come, covering them completely like an invisible hand!

"Who is it!"

The noble knight was indeed extremely loyal. He immediately drew out the sword at his waist, followed the direction in his memory, and grabbed the Earl, protecting him tightly behind him.

But what he used most on weekdays was just the fire magic enchanted on the sword. Since it was not holy light, it would not shine even at full power.

As he questioned, a vague response came from the darkness.

"Who is it? Aren't you calling me!"

"Die!"

However, the knight who entered the combat state did not care what the enemy said at all, and would only attack in the direction from which it came.

But when his swift attack landed, there was no strange feeling on the sword tip - it completely missed!

And in the next second, he heard the sound of whirring wind and a mocking voice.

"My Lord Earl, your knight seems to be very uneducated?"

"Woo..."

Some blunt weapon hit his head with great force, and even with the protection of a thick helmet with its own enchantment, the knight still felt his head buzzing.

But when fighting becomes instinct, even if the mind is temporarily offline, it will not affect the turning point of the action, so his body did not stop at all, and he sent a sword in the direction of the attack.

And then of course it missed again!

And the enemy did not give him a chance to fight back, the mysterious blunt weapon seemed to be divided into four, dancing fiercely in the dark.

And after successively injuring his left arm, right leg, and chest, it finally hit him hard in the stomach.

"Puff..."

The knight couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and lost his fighting power, falling to the ground with his cracked plastron.

As his body fell to the ground powerlessly, all the light sources in the room that were covered suddenly became brighter, allowing him to see what the powerful being standing in front of him was.

But it was not the iron stick skeleton with a hideous appearance he imagined, nor was it the heavy hammer barbarian who looked like a little giant.

On the contrary, it was a dark figure, as light as a shadow floating in mid-air.

But before his dazed thoughts gradually disappeared and he fainted completely, there was only one intermittent sentence echoing in his heart.

...It was...such a thing that...defeated me?

He could turn off the lights for the whole audience, rush down from the sky, and use his fists and kicks to beat the forty-level fire magic knight alive into a prisoner within ten seconds.

This person is naturally none other than Ji Ming, who has been watching from the ceiling for a long time.

Seeing that the only person in the field who might affect his operation was no longer able to take care of himself, he relaxed for the time being and turned to look around.

He found that in front of him, Count Yanshan had been so frightened that he fell to the ground. The old man's usual concave aristocratic accent was now gone, and his demeanor was completely gone.

And behind him, the few priests who had been ogling each other before were now huddled tightly with the minor nobles, using their strength to cosplay what a den of snakes and rats is.

Therefore, it is well known that whether it is a snake or a rat, it will quickly hide when it sees a sudden bright light, so...

"Ghost... ghost ghost ghost... ghost!"

With a scream, they suddenly dispersed and started high-speed Brownian motion in the secret room with their men. The sounds of crashing and falling were endless.

Ji Ming standing in the chaos.jpg

"quiet!"

"ah!"

It can only be said that the deterrent effect of this wave is too strong, and he can't stop their car without using the [Suggestion Technique].

After analyzing the situation that the earl was useless and relied on himself to survive, the trembling Cold Iron Priest plucked up the courage and simply came over with the contact spell given by the Shadow Church.

Opening your mouth is like pulling off a tiger's skin.

"Sir, I wonder why you are here. To be honest with you, we actually have a small relationship with the Shadow Church, so I would like to ask you..."

Then he saw the spell that was clearly held tightly in his hand flying out of the air, and fell into the hand of that "person" under the guidance of a vague shadow.

"Is it related? I am from the Church of Shadows. Why didn't I know that we were related?"

Priest Hantie was stunned for a moment, and a hint of flattery quickly appeared on his face.

"My lord! My lord! I knew you would definitely come, my lord! It's because we knew you would definitely come that we never got to the point!"

After saying that, he hurried back to the long table and wiped the chair he had just enjoyed for a second with his sleeve.

"Sir, please sit down! Sit down! This seat has always been reserved for you! Please!"

Ji Ming: ...Awesome and capable.