Chapter 685: Dirty
Hodiusius hovered quietly beside the crystal pit, facing the sacred mountain that had changed greatly. The earth-shaking changes have already subsided, but the real chaos and turmoil have just begun. The Knights and the wolf cavalry who had successfully withdrawn from the cave of the Holy Mountain returned to the base camp of Hodius in the leadership of Ovra and merged smoothly with the generals and bishops who stayed here, but for the next The actions to be taken, the leaders of these parties are in a dispute.
The red armor on Ovra is still in the future, and she and Uruk and several generals even carry blood stains that were previously smothered with monsters. The female marshal is sitting on the top of the long conference table as if she is a god-killing god. She is in the atmosphere of the scene, and her side should have been the position of the pope, but now this position has been empty.
"It has been confirmed that the Pope has shouted," Archbishop Auburn looked at the vacancies around Ovra. He couldn’t see much affection on the face covered by the rune, but he could hear a bluntness and dignity from his voice, "even the Pope. It is also impossible to survive from the explosion of that scale, and then did not sense the soul of the pope."
The door of the parliament hall was pushed open, and a tall figure wearing a robe came in and was an archbishop. He had just completed the appeasement of ordinary soldiers and believers in the floating city with other monks. Now he seems to be wrapped up in the mess outside the parliament hall: "The situation outside is a bit confusing. The scene of the pope's martyrdom has a great impact on some believers. And after the Pope's martyrdom, the evil spirits fled the place without any harm, and we must first find a way to explain this."
"What is the revelation of the goddess?" Ovra turned to look at the silent, bearded ascetic to the side of the table. After the pope's martyrdom, the devout believer has been in a state of contemplation with the goddess, using the special spirit of the ascetic. The relationship between skill recovery and the goddess, she hopes that the prayers of the other party for a long time can have some effect.
The bearded man raised his eyelids slightly: "The voice of the goddess is vague, but it can be confirmed that His Majesty the Pope has had a long talk with the goddess before the martyrdom, and his actions should be the will of the goddess."
Archbishop Auburn nodded immediately: "Well, the initial explanation starts from this aspect..."
"The church's explanation is a later matter. Now the more pressing question is how to confess to the king." Prince Hafman suddenly interjected that his head was still shiny and sweaty, but this time he did not care about sweating. "The king needs to know if the kingdom is still safe. The black thing ran away, and it was unharmed when it was running. You can explain that the goddess's pressure allowed the evil spirits to escape, but this can only be used to appease ordinary people. The king needs a A clearer answer: Will that thing come back? If it comes back, how do we deal with it?"
Prince Hafman’s question is very sharp. This is very different from his usual image of a good old man who always rubs his head and smiles, but this is his real style of acting in this position. At the same time as the voice of the prince fell, Uruk also said: "We are also very confused here. The collapse of the holy mountain has a great impact on the tribal countries, and we have to explain the problem of hiding evil spirits in the holy mountains. So for a while The tribal countries will withdraw some of the mercenaries in Holleta."
Due to racial talents and cultural factors, the werewolf tribes usually use excellent soldiers and commanders as important economic signals. Their mercenaries are everywhere in the southern part of the continent, and the tribal countries and Holleta have a good relationship for many years. When Gadton III started his army, there was even a group of loyal werewolf warriors. Therefore, there are also a large number of werewomen's foreign corps in the regular army of Holleta, and some of them even hold up their posts.
Ovra frowned: "This will have a big impact on Holleta and it is not in line with the original agreement."
"We will not tear up the agreement, but this is a special case," Uruk squinted and his tone was very serious. "We only transferred some soldiers, first of all to solve the problem of insufficient manpower in our own country. Some of the distance is closer after the collapse of the main peak. The towns have been affected, and other places are at risk of being affected by avalanches and aftershocks."
Uruk finally looked at Ovra and saw nothing in a word: anyway, Hollerta’s family is big. Is there a shortage of people?
After the announcement of Uruk, other bishops and generals on the scene also talked about the current and upcoming chaos. There are those who say the issue of the military, those who have religious issues, and those who have diplomatic problems. It is also mentioned that after the collapse of the holy mountain, is it necessary to revise the teaching materials quickly, because the highest peak of the southern continent has to be re-measured... Finally, this refers to the education issue. Ovra’s headache was rubbing her hand on her eyebrows, and she didn’t want to succumb to this situation. She realized that she was going to get all these people together and I wouldn’t go through the brain. I thought about quickly solving all the problems. However, I forgot that the more people, the more serious the situation.
"Oh... I really don't want to deal with this..." The female marshal is quite big. "Every generation of kings is not so confused when they die..."
The cold sweat on the head of the Prince of Haverman next to her was really down, and the rubbing could not be wiped out: "This... Lord Marshal, this time is not appropriate..."
"I know," Ovra sighed and suddenly looked up and knocked on the table. "Quiet!"
Perhaps the conference hall is too big. Her first knock on the table didn't have much effect. The ministers in the distance were still discussing with the generals in the heat. Ovra looked at the situation and brought up the sword. The scabbard shot **** the table: "I said you are safe..."
Her voice did not fall, she heard a bang, and the whole table was broken.
There were two ministers who were arguing over the table across the table and slammed on the spot: they had been too arguing before, and they had basically climbed onto the table.
Ovra looked at the situation awkwardly, a little embarrassed: "The quality of the table is not very good?"
The old werewolf Elson rolled his eyes: "Don't make an excuse, are there fewer tables that you have broken?"
"Okay, that's it," Ovra waved his hand indifferently. "There is no such thing as a hindrance. It just prevents you from continuing to squat on it while drinking tea and wrangling. Would you remind me of this? The place is Hodiusius! It is the most powerful floating city made by the kingdom. Even if it is just a small soldier, it is the most elite of the whole kingdom. But so many elites, this thing happened to be chaotic. So, do you want to say that you are not enough to board this floating city?"
The characters of the kingdom group's teacher-milk level spoke, and everyone suddenly snorted. Ovra nodded with satisfaction: "It's so good as early as possible. Put everything on the table, one piece to solve, the concession concession, the Execution of execution, no matter who in the room, who will complain about what kind of loss, there is a big loss, you also think about the black fortress before, as long as it comes again, what you pay more attention to is worthless."
After that, she looked at Uruk and Bishop Auburn: "Sorry, I said that it may be overpowered. I can't manage the church and other countries, but I still want to remind you, in the eyes of the black fortress. It does not care which religion or country you are."
Referring to the "black fortress" that had already flown to somewhere, the face of Archbishop Auburn was immediately serious: "The key to the problem is the weapon from the evil spirit. Its power is obviously superior to the mortal, and the sacrifice of His Majesty the Pope. It didn't really destroy it, it just evicted it. If it comes back, then all the efforts we make are in vain."
"Don't you say that the foreigners are going to deal with this?" Prince Hafman looked at Ovra. "How come they have no news?"
"This..." Ovra didn't know how to explain it. "There should be a reply soon. They should be successful. After all, the eldest son was also solved by them."
Ovra said that she didn't have much confidence. In the end, she was still in a state of half-understanding of the strength and background of Hao Ren and her team. She did not know the origin of the "black fortress". She could only rely on the previous times. The trust that has been solved and accumulated has been trusted to believe that the foreigners have the ability to destroy that thing. At this time, she wondered if she should go to Becky to greet him. The sleazy mercenary and the foreigner had the longest time together, and they knew each other's ability better than the bearded man. However, when she couldn't help but want to find Becky to inquire about this, a white light suddenly appeared in the conference hall.
"Don't worry about the black spaceship," Hao Ren led a large group of people out of the white light. "There is a bigger thing to tell you now." (To be continued.)
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