Chapter 789: Fire Plan
Chapter 798 Spark Plan
"Get up!" Roland kicked his legs with a fake smile on his face, and Darion Nightblade hanging on his legs was thrown around like a koala.
"So everyone is really okay?" Roland was still confused, because the heavy casualties of soldiers and generals made Roland's brain congested, so when Roland learned that everyone might be safe and sound, he was a little bit unbelievable for a while.
"Actually, there is still a little bit. When I activated the scroll, I excluded the orcs and Easterlings." Charlie Pros smiled shyly, showing a harmless smile.
"..."Everyone was startled. Sure enough, the charlatan was still the charlatan! Only the orcs and Easterlings were injured in the world. Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but mourn for the Ringwraiths for three seconds. This time, they worked hard and suffered heavy casualties in exchange for a kingdom that was unscathed. It is estimated that Thor the Great Eye will be angry to death in Mordor, no! It's not like there was no loss. After all, a Middle-earth-limited divine forbidden spell was consumed. It can only be said that Roland may have made a lot of money, but Sauron definitely didn't lose! When Roland thought of this, his heart was bleeding. He actually let Sauron win...
"No, I feel a little bit of a loss..." Roland was secretly sad in his heart.
"Is there no way we can keep a Ringwraith?" Roland said a little aggrieved. He had suffered so much injustice, but in the end he only killed some worthless sixth-level Ringwraiths. None of the three Ringwraiths were left?
(Orcs, Dongyi people: Listen! How presumptuous! So we, the sixth-level Ringwraiths, are worthless?)
"Your Majesty, stop while you are ahead!" Fenglin Youlan pulled Fenglin Binglan's hand and walked over under Roland's weird eyes.
"Awesome!" Roland gave Fenglin Youlan a thumbs up! You took him down just after he came! Your hand speed is really fast! Think about poor Omsk, who is still lonely and sleepless every night.
"This is my sister!" Fenglin Youlan's face was dark, and he obviously understood what Roland meant by winking at him.
"Yes, Your Majesty, don't make trouble anymore!" The resurrected Duke of Joltya said with some emotion. He didn't expect that he, who had decided to fight to the death, would have a chance to be resurrected after dying in battle.
"They ran away, Your Majesty!" Kaslo said calmly. Obviously, Kaslo's words blocked Roland's mouth. After all, Roland had no doubt about Kaslo's loyalty. If there was a chance, he would definitely be more active than himself!
"Your Majesty's top priority is to re-strengthen the city defense!" Omsk also said seriously.
"Yes, yes, yes! Your Majesty!" Darian Nightblade was such a smart man. When he heard that everyone changed their words, he immediately understood the current situation. King Roland, who was still in the old capital, was qualified to raise the title of king.
"...Then let the knights work hard! Let them drive away and kill the deserters along the way! Drive them down the river! The others will set up defenses on the spot!" Roland's eyes were fierce, and it was obvious that he would naturally take out his anger on the younger ones after letting the old ones go. Roland's heart was just as big as a needle.
"Your Majesty is wise!" Everyone cheered in unison, and they took advantage of Roland's lack of change of mind to crush this bastard king to death! To save him from having wild thoughts and blindly commanding, otherwise Roland might take everyone to fight Mordor when his mind gets hot!
"Your Majesty, there is no need, I am not qualified..." Roland waved his hands and smiled, with a hint of wanting to refuse but also wanting to welcome.
"You have restored the old capital and led the people back to the old land! Even the last emperor of mankind cannot compare to you in this achievement!" Darion Nightblade looked loyal and diligent, which made Roland feel comfortable.
"Larry, that rubbish... How can I compare him to the Great Emperor? He is the Emperor of Man and I am the King! Don't talk nonsense like that anymore!" Roland almost spilled his thoughts, and finally put on a stern face and scolded Darien Nightblade.
"As you say, Your Majesty! You will wear the crown sooner or later anyway!" Darien Nightblade said with a smirk. Anyway, the kingdom can't find another elector. What? You said the Junlin family is also an elector? Uh... The people who make up the numbers in the electoral councils of all generations don't count...
"What are you talking about!" Roland pretended to kick, and Darien Nightblade ran away with a smile.
"Your Majesty..." Fenglin Binglan bowed again and touched her chest respectfully as Roland looked over.
"..." Fenglin Youlan gently blocked in front of Fenglin Binglan without leaving a trace, and pretended to look up at the sky nonchalantly.
"..." Roland's mouth twitched, as if I was going to do something to your sister? Are you guarding against thieves? What about your promise to be loyal to me?
"Come, talk with me." Roland waved at her, obviously full of questions to ask.
"Your Majesty, isn't it appropriate for you to have Majesty Nix..." Fenglin Youlan tried to block Fenglin Binglan and whispered.
"Oh my!" Adolf Heinrich and Omsk, who were listening to the gossip, almost broke their waists. Even Darien Nightblade, who had just run away, immediately lowered his head and started to use his toes to fight on the magic pattern stone bricks as if he wanted to knock out a palace.
"... In your mind, I am a person who thinks about problems with his lower body?" Roland was shocked by Fenglin Youlan's words. This was too hurtful! What kind of words were these!
"Your Majesty, just say whatever you want to say!" Fenglin Binglan pushed Fenglin Youlan away and rolled her eyes at him, then said respectfully to Roland.
"That's right, I want to see your origins..." Roland hesitated. After all, the system would give reasonable reasons and memories to the summoned people, but the introduction of Fenglin Binglan and the Romanian Royal Knights puzzled Roland. After all, it's obvious that a well-organized knight group and heroes can't grow out of thin air! Where is the environment to support them now?
"Is that so! This involves a secret, the Imperial Spark Plan!" Fenglin Binglan glanced around and found that there were no strangers and whispered.
"Ah? What plane?" Roland was stunned. Why is there a spark? I still have the Ark!
"This is a plan decided by the first emperor of the empire, and the empire will conduct a perfect selection! Specially select the most loyal imperial soldiers from all generations to enter the void and sleep, waiting to be summoned! It is the empire's second-hand preparation to prevent the country from being destroyed." Before Fenglin Binglan could speak, Duke Joelstia suddenly spoke.
"Ah..." Roland opened his mouth and was about to ask why the empire was still gone.
"Unfortunately, the Hand of the Stream is the last member of the Spark Project!" Joelstya sighed after seeing Roland's doubts.
"The empire was completely in chaos at that time, and the royal family lost contact. We were just tools. The real key to the Spark Project was in the hands of the royal family..." Joelstya sighed with regret. If they were not powerless, they would have awakened the members of the Spark Project to surprise those bastards. To put it bluntly, the Hand of the Stream can only decide who will be the Spark and send them to sleep, but they don't have the key to awaken the Spark.
"Key?" Roland was stunned, and suddenly felt a terrifying feeling.
"Yes! The Supreme Holy Ring! As the template of the Knight's Nine Rings! It is the artifact passed down by the real Dragon God to the Raglan Human Emperor!" Duke Joelstya nodded. As the Hand of the Stream, they are still qualified to know these secrets.
"Supreme Holy Ring? I don't have it? Wait..." Roland thought secretly in his heart and suddenly had a guess that made his back cold.
"System... what are you?" Roland murmured in his heart.
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