"Do it!" the dwarf shouted, shaking his fist.
"It's really too bad. I feel very sorry for Vicardo's loss." Ms. Citrus sat back a little and looked at Fensi Longwe with a pair of warm red eyes sympathetically, "That is to say..."
Ufa Ufa's throat moved up and down.
"The main material plane is facing an unprecedented invasion. Telepathizer."
He took over the words in a tone that left no room for doubt, "The devil's atrocities will never stop just at Vicardo. If any of you feel that they are just coming to the vegetable market to buy food, or just pretending to be in the mood of visiting an amusement park, wait for them to eat Enough, enough fun, you will soon go home satisfied. This is absolutely a big mistake.
I can tell you clearly now - the goals of the devil are very clear and very determined: they want to occupy all the land, destroy everything we need to survive, and finally change the environment to turn this place into a paradise for devils - that is, hell.
You can retreat in the face of battle and choose to protect yourself wisely. Whatever you choose, no one can escape. "Ufa Ufa glanced at everyone with his sharp eyes. "Are there any questions now? "
Everyone looked at him.
The old man in brown robe, Chashimikuka, swallowed nervously. Before the situation got so serious, Ufa Ufa's attitude towards the devil was too radical and absolute, and sometimes he would make a fuss out of a molehill, which he always disliked. The eradication of disillusioned sects also triggered a wave of resistance among the people.
Although under the leadership of Ufa Ufa, the consequences of this incident are gradually under control, everyone is still afraid of the power of the high-level warlock and the methods of the current president of the Lian Xi Jian Action Association (and the name of absolute justice). He dared not say much, but his extreme dictatorial style and unreasonable conduct secretly aroused a lot of controversy.
"Looking at it from another angle, Kang's passionate cry is just one-sided words. Who has seen the true form of the demon Nese, the Lightless One?" Chasimikuka remembered that he had been so suspicious.
Now he just hopes that Ufa Ufa doesn't remember.
At this point, facing such irrefutable evidence, he has absolutely no questions to ask. The demon army is literally coming from the lightless land. After all, what does character matter? This kind of fussy judgment should be the job of historians.
"Who has any questions? As soon as possible."
Ufa Ufa's momentum was so aggressive that it seemed like the legs of the table began to tremble. Chasimikuka pursed her lips. The young man who had just described the situation retreated between the guards of Foreign Minister Vicardo. Finsi Longwe leaned on the back of the chair, supporting his head with one hand, and slowly looked at everyone with dark blue and lusterless eyes, as if Like every person in an important position, they appear to be quite enigmatic.
A man wearing a gray plaid surgical robe raised his hand and broke the silence, "Me."
The man's age is unclear from his appearance. He is between twenty and forty-five. His exposed skin is all a strange burnt yellow color. There is a simple pattern of the Warlock Association on his collar. He is sitting on the right side of Ms. Tangerine, contributing to the room. A small whiff of antiseptic.
"I don't agree with it," he said.
"We haven't started voting yet. Yamu. It's question time." Ufa Ufa folded his hands together and remained motionless, calmly looking directly at this former colleague of the Black Key Association.
"I'm afraid asking questions will only make you more unfriendly. Dear great Ufa Ufa. I just don't want to embarrass you."
Yamu turned over one of his cuffs and looked inside, as if Ufa Ufa was just a tumor growing on his wrist. Finally, he almost buried his face directly into the cuff and made a muffled voice: "You I want everyone to go to Vicardo and die. Why should we do this?”
"Everyone loses, am I not clear enough?" Wufa Wufa snorted coldly.
"Do you think there is anything wrong with Minister of Foreign Affairs Vicardo's information?" the citrus-scented telepathic user asked curiously.
"Of course not. I mean no offense." Yamu lazily rolled up his eyelids from the top of his sleeves, glanced at Fensi Longwe, and then his attention was drawn to his arm again:
"It's just that the Black Key Association has suffered great losses due to the series of operations carried out by the Operation Commander in the past - I won't mention the specific details. We are in urgent need of recuperation, and we must ask for your understanding. Black Key also discussed this before making the decision. Leave my small department to join Lian Xiji, after all, your grand plan requires all kinds of strength - our negotiations took a lot of time, right?"
"You are the negotiator sent by the Black Key, and you are sitting here pretending that you don't know?"
"Of course I know. But do you still know? This is the first action taken by our Warlock Association and Lian Xiji after our cooperation. Our principle is: less loss, more gain."
Ufa Ufa's two hands gently squeezed each other, "Are you talking to me about the harvest?"
"Of course." Yamou shook his sleeves, and the smell of antiseptic medicine suddenly filled the entire round table.
Ufa Ufa narrowed his eyes and looked at him, his face uncertain. A skinny man with a naked upper body and two forked lines of paint on his face sighed leisurely:
"When it comes to gains, surviving is the biggest gain. In such a disaster, what else do we want and what can we fight for?"
"What we are fighting for is the slope of the future. If we survive, there will definitely be room for progress. If there is room, precise calculations are needed."
The white-robed mage on Yamu's right hand suddenly spoke loudly, attracting everyone's attention. He's the only one here who doesn't smell. "We do not represent ourselves as a single number, but as a collection of numbers. No one wants this collection to be completely empty."
His face was full of righteousness and enthusiasm, but just like every time he spoke before, no one understood him. Everyone paused for a while, falling into different thoughts.
The dwarf moved his broad buttocks on the chair, looked to the left and to the right, and couldn't help shouting: "Fuck! How can you say so many strange and beautiful words!"
Fensi Longwe sighed softly. "It seems that everyone still has doubts."
"If you're just worried about silly things like losing more than others, you don't have to."
Ufa Ufa pressed his hands on the table, stood up, and scanned the audience. Everyone saw the scars crisscrossing his face and the horrific burns that piled up one after another.
"I will be the first to charge with my elite troops. The uniform team led by Cui Cui and the armed dwarves will be behind me. The monks of the Religious Council will provide them with backup."
He looked at the skinny man with oil paint, and after he nodded, he turned to the white-robed mage, "The mages of the Mathematical Olympiad Association defend the flanks and remotely handle the terrain ahead. Prepare three escape routes and transport the wounded."
"Calculate the escape route based on geography and astrolabe. This is within our calculation range." The white-robed mage smiled mockingly, "It doesn't sound so unacceptable."
"Okay." Ufa Ufa nodded to him and turned his eyes to Chashimikuka, "The shaman strengthens the equipment away from the battlefield and treats the people who have been transferred."
The old man in brown robe nodded.
