Gilbatos drank the strong liquor calmly and continued: "The southern battlefield of Chongrong Battlefield is a good place. I heard that Wenke plans to send people deep into Chongrong and enter the entire vast territory of Mostana. Do something big in the rear.”
"I heard that your son-in-law Reduk is a very martial man, so he might be interested in fighting werewolves. After all, they can't run into the werewolves on the eastern battlefield, and the only remaining werewolf is the one in the south. It’s a tribe.”
"The general combat power over there is not very strong. The Demon Fox should be at the peak of its combat power... Oh, and there are those mushrooms."
Gilbatos took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "A group of stubborn idiots who never buy the items provided by Serel merchants and expel the Serel merchants. They don't seem to have a sixth-level magician?"
"It seems so."
Gilbatos' words reminded Orkus of this race located in the southernmost part of Mostana.
Orkus smiled easily when he thought that most of the combat power in the southern battlefield was basically low, while his daughter and son-in-law both had close to fifth-level combat power.
A high-pitched cry made the two resting "Seven Sticks" put down the wine bottles in their hands.
They looked at each other, then followed the sound and walked forward together.
Walking through the puddles formed by the mixture of rain and blood, and stepping over the corpses of goblins, Orkus heard Randy laughing excitedly and happily.
"Come on, keep running. As long as you can reach the tree in the distance, I will let you go and go back to reunite with your tribe."
Randy wiped away the light blond bangs that were wetted by the rain and stuck to his forehead, and said kindly to the trembling little goblin.
As a mage, he was currently carrying a huge sword that did not match his identity.
A total of seven little goblins were watched by dozens of Selel sergeants, standing in front of the starting line marked with blades.
"run!"
There was no countdown, and a shout without warning announced the beginning of the escape.
Before Orcus and Gilbatos could ask Randy what he was doing, they saw him waving his right hand, thunder and lightning condensing in his palm, and holding it in front of him.
"stop!"
Orcus was the first to react and tried to stop him.
However, it was already too late. Electric arcs fell from the sky and accurately penetrated the stomachs of the seven little goblins.
This magic was not very powerful and did not kill them immediately. However, this penetrating injury already declared their death.
"Randy, you're crazy!"
Gilbatos quickly walked up to Randy and grabbed him by the collar.
"You're not crazy, you're just killing an enemy. Gilbatos, you reacted too much."
Randy winked, and the guards around him stepped forward, raised their knives, and harvested the lives of the goblins who were still struggling to survive, then threw them into a large pit aside and set them on fire for the magician.
"Well, they're all burned together anyway, there's no difference, right?"
"And if you can follow the Goblin Alliance here, you won't have children. The Goblins have always been warriors who can take up arms. I will not put the enemy back to cause trouble for Selel's compatriots. "
"Gilbatos, you won't be angry with me, who is also a member of the Seven Wands, because of such a trivial matter, right?"
Orkus's face was tense, and when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
Gilbatos 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 bother?"
"Because we won, I had the right to do it."
Randy was impatient with Gilbatos' preaching.
"What do you think will happen to the Serelites if we lose the war?"
"Don't forget what our ancestors taught us in books?"
Randy gritted his teeth: "Kill them all!"
"Having been driven out of our homeland by Zolegos, did any of 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 Zolegos, passed through Kolai, and arrived at Mostana. All along the way we received only blank stares, and only bows and arrows and calculations greeted us. The blood of our tribe is enough to fill every ravine in this land!"
"His Majesty the Emperor has made it very clear that we must turn Mostana into Serel's garden little by little, and become the perfect land for us to cultivate the liquidation of Zolegos!"
"To do this, this garden must be cleared of bugs."
"Slaves should be tied up with ropes."
"The goods should go into display cabinets and ship cabins."
"And bugs should be turned into fertilizer from now on."
A cold wind blows.
Orkus and Gilbatos felt very unfamiliar with the man in front of him with a sinister smile on his face.
"I will report to Your Majesty everything you have done here." Gilbatos turned and left. He was also a member of the Seven Staffs, and it was not good for him to break up with Randy.
Moreover, Randy has a very close relationship with the royal family.
"Please, let me tell you something by the way."
Randy said with a faint smile: "Just before you came, someone had already killed someone like this. I just imitated it badly."
"Who?" Orkus asked.
"General Kenissa, General Luo Ta, Seven Staffs Sunafa, Seven Staffs Izarebi..."
Names seemed to explode in the minds of Orkus and Gilbatos.
After the two of them walked far away in vain, they could still hear howling 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 Serel'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.
"can not 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. Among all races, only those who 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 Threatened, that’s why they 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."
"The nobles and merchants in the empire who control the shipping routes need a large amount of 'commodities', and the Colai Continent always welcomes 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 enemy's blood will flow 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 regain 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."
