My Summons Are Weird Chapter 162

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Gilbartos drank these choking spirits lightly, and continued: "The South Battlefield of the Heavy Rong Battlefield is a good place. I heard that Wenke plans to send people to go deep into the heavy velvet and enter the whole of Mostana. Do something big in the back."

"I heard that your son-in-law, Reduk, is a very martial man, so he may be very interested in fighting with werewolves. After all, the werewolves on the east side of the battlefield can't meet them, and the only one left is the werewolf in the south. tribe."

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

Gilbartos took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "A group of idiots who are stubborn, never buy the items provided by the Sellers merchants, and also drive out the Sellers merchants. They don't seem to have a sixth-order magician?"

"It seems so."

Gilbatos's words reminded Orcus of this race in the southernmost part of Mostana.

Thinking that most of the combat power in the southern battlefield is basically not high, and his daughter and son-in-law have close to the fifth-order combat power, Orkus smiled easily.

A shrill cry made the two resting "seven sticks" put down the jug in their hands at the same time.

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

Passing through the puddles where the rain and blood were mixed together, and stepping on the goblin corpses, Orcus heard Randy's excitement and laughed happily.

"Come on, keep running. As long as you can get to that tree in the distance, I'll let you go and go back to reunite with the clan." Remember the website m.xbequge. com

Randy wiped off the pale golden bangs that were wet and stuck to his forehead, and said kindly to the trembling little goblin.

As a mage, he was swaying with a giant sword that did not match his identity at the moment.

A total of seven young goblins were watched by dozens of Sergeants of Seriel, standing in front of the starting line drawn with a blade.

"run!"

There was no countdown, and a shout without warning announced the beginning of the escape.

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

"stop!"

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

However, it was too late, and the arc fell from the sky, accurately piercing the stomachs of the seven little goblins.

The power of this magic is not strong, and it did not kill them immediately, but this penetrating wound has already declared them dead.

"Randy, you're crazy!"

Gilbartos walked quickly to Randy and grabbed him by the collar.

"What is crazy or not, just kill an enemy, Gilbatos, you are overreacting."

Randy made a look, the guards around him stepped forward, raised their knives, harvested the lives of these goblins who were still struggling to survive, and then threw them into the big pit aside, making the magician ignite.

"Well, it's all burned together anyway, there's no difference, right?"

"And there is no such thing as a child who can follow the goblin coalition here. The goblins have always been warriors who can take up arms. I won't put the enemy back to cause trouble for Cyrel's compatriots. "

"Gilbartos, you won't be angry with me, who is also the Seven Staff, because of such a trivial matter?"

Orkus's face was tense, the words reached his lips, but he swallowed them back.

Gilbartos did not 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 you do this!"

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

Randy was impatient with Gilbartos' sermon.

"What do you think will happen to the Cyrels if we lose the war?"

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

Randy gritted his teeth: "Kill them all!"

"We were driven out of our 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 clear springs?"

"We fled from Zoregos, passed through Kolai, and arrived at Mostana. All we received along the way were white eyes. We were greeted only by bows and arrows and calculations. The blood of our clansmen is enough to fill every gully of this land!"

"His Majesty the Emperor has made it very clear that we want to turn Mostana into a garden of Seriel bit by bit, bit by bit, and become the perfect land for us to cultivate and liquidate Zoregos!"

"For this, the garden has to be cleaned of bugs."

"Slaves should be tied with ropes."

"The cargo should go into the display case and the cabin."

"And bugs should be turned into fertilizers from now on."

Cold wind blows.

Orcus, Gilbatos was very unfamiliar with the man with the evil smile on his face.

"I'll report everything you've done here, Your Majesty." Gilbatos turned around and left. He was a member of the Seven Rods.

Moreover, Randy is very close to the royal family.

"Please, let me tell you something by the way."

Randy said with a half-smile, "Just before you came, someone had already killed this way. I just imitated it badly."

"Who?" asked Orcus.

"General Kennessa, General Luo Da, Seven Rods Sunafa, Seven Rods Izarebi..."

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

After the two walked vainly out for a long distance, they could still hear the howling from behind.

The cloudy sky seemed to show no signs of clearing, and the two Seven Staffs who had returned to the camp raised their heads, still a depressing dark cloud, as if they could touch the edge of the cloud just by reaching out.

The wind stopped, which also made the dark clouds no longer blown away, but stayed there quietly.

Its shape is like a rushing wave, and the tip of the wave rises fiercely and abruptly, as if it will rush down in the next second, swallowing Sergeant Seriel in the camp.

However, in the military camp where Gilbatos and Orcus were stationed, no one looked up to the sky except for the two of them. Everyone raised a glass to invite drinks, hugged their comrades with laughter, or thanked each other for saving their lives on the battlefield today. If you take your own life, or your emotions are in place, you can't help yourself.

Hearty victory brings hearty indulgence.

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

Sitting in the tent, Gilbatos and Orcus did not touch the fine wine sent by the logistics quartermaster, but just looked up at the sky and listened to the gathering, representing a personal will.

The will is coming together, turning into an invincible artifact.

Gilbartos's words to meet His Majesty have been revised dozens of times in his mind, but after hearing these voices from all directions, and those who are singing His Majesty's songs such as "the shadow cast by the gods on the earth", he Hesitated.

Maybe, everything was already brewing, but they were just busy paying attention to other places at the time and didn't notice anything unusual?

Orkus, who has always been only interested in summoning, frowned.

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

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

"not like this."

"We're pushing all races against our enemies."

Orkus murmured for a while, and then spoke again after clarifying his thoughts.

"Their alliance was originally forced. Only those races that once fought against the empire were the most resistant of all races. Most of the other races were persuaded by dragons and elves, and the strength of the empire was too strong. Threat, and therefore join in."

"If we acquiesce and allow Randy and the others to do so... Then the races that have no way out will raise the fight against the empire to the level of a 'genocide war'."

Gilbartos sighed: "But the empire's foreign practice has always been like this. No prisoners are left, and valuable slaves are distributed to lower-level sergeants. Everyone here will be a vested interest after the war."

"Look, that brawny guy over there, his goal is to get a cute magic fox and take it home to support him."

"The slightly frail young man there may have some wasteland in his family that he doesn't want to reclaim by himself, and urgently needs the help of a few strong mountain tauren or werewolf."

"The soft and arrogant noble ladies of the Empire need some nice 'pets' to show off to each other at parties."

"The nobles and merchants in the empire who have mastered the flight routes need a lot of 'commodities', and the Kolai Continent has always been open to high-quality population."

"Those who yearn for the title are constantly sharpening their swords, and they long for the newly laid land to have their own fief. They hope that the blood of the enemy will flow more and more, and they will usher in the moment of blessing for themselves."

"People who are hungry for money hope that Jingguan, the bone tower is higher and higher, and their coins cannot produce more coins after a hundred years of recuperation."

"And Your Majesty, and the great nobles have that great dream in their hearts - to return to Zoregos and retake the land that belonged to the ancestors of Cyrel."

"I'm not trying to stop the war, I just don't want to see this senseless carnage, we instinctively divide and conquer," Orcus shouted.

"Could it be that we want to slaughter every race in the vast land of Mostana?"

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

Gilbartos covered his face~www.mtlnovel.com~ and let out a long sigh.

"I know what you mean, but... the bloodthirsty hyena will run towards its prey like a madman. 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... His Majesty wants results, and he doesn't care about the process."

"If he doesn't want to put a collar on this hyena that has been starving for more than a hundred years, then things won't turn around."

"You and I can't stop **** and madness from spreading"

Chapter end