Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

The blizzard in the dark made people almost unable to open their eyes, and the continued fighting and running around made the blood of the Dijon knights cold.

The leading knight sighed. The head of the Milheim soldier hanging on the horse's neck was frozen into a lump of ice, and he reluctantly threw it into the snow. This cavalry is already close to thirty years old. This time, if the battle is successful, he will be able to be appointed as a nobleman, get a big house, and allow his wife and son to spend the winter comfortably.

His son will be able to serve as a soldier next spring. His son is a brave young man with a great future. The Knight of Dijon thought.

The age of his son is about the same age as the Mülheim soldier, and they are equally young and handsome.

However, he did not feel any sympathy for the Mülheim soldier, nor did he think about how sad his parents would be when the young soldier died.

Because their children are not his children.

The fourth outpost appeared in sight, and the Dijon knight signaled to all the cavalry to be quiet.

The night wind is terrible. After they dismounted according to their previous plan and fumbled into the outpost, they faced an empty house.

There is an ambush! His eyes widened instantly. The action was discovered? How can this be? Was Mulheim's reaction so fast? Prepared in advance? Someone intervened? In any case, the facts are already before him.

However, the brave wins if we meet on a narrow road.

"For Fabir Renin!" Since it was useless to cover up, he simply shouted loudly: "For Dijon! For the chieftain!"

He made up his mind in a second.

All the Dijon knights also yelled with their scimitars, and they made up their minds together after a second. Then they rushed to Jianyu without hesitation, and died without hesitation, just like they had killed before, without a trace of hesitation.

The rain of arrows in the sky did not hinder them. The blood they had accumulated in the previous killings were integrated into magical energy and released, but the next magic crystal gun was not so easy to deal with, but it also did not slow down their charging speed. , They stepped on their companion's corpse, using their companion's corpse as a shield, bloody, violent, cruel, and courageous.

The blizzard became more violent, and the blizzard twisted into a whip and drew directly at them.

There is a wizard! And he is a very strong mage! The head of the Dijon cavalry's eyes widened.

Is the information wrong? No, maybe it wasn't human beings who shot... He clenched the church amulet on his chest and directly activated it. The sacred energy spread out in an instant with him as the center, and the cold surrounding atmosphere also dissipated a lot, and the spell stopped. It seems to work. But there are still many enemies.

He listened to the sound of weapons in the storm. He killed one person at a time and rushed to the outside. Unknowingly, the surrounding companions fell one by one, and the Milheim soldiers looked at him with more fear.

At this moment, a young general walked out of the Mülheim soldiers. He was fully armed and handsome.

The Dijon cavalry squinted. This man should be the commander of these northern soldiers.

"You are powerful," the young commander said, "but this is war. You killed my people, so you must die."

The Dijon cavalry laughed contemptuously, death? No Dijon was afraid of death. He raised the knife in his hand at the young commander, and then made a provocative throat cut.

"Unlike the reckless young people, I won't be irritated by such superficial provocations and be one-on-one with you." The young commander shook his head, "I know I am not your opponent."

The Dijon cavalry said loudly in common language: "Coward, cowardly noble! You have desecrated the glory of your family!"

"It looks like you are determined to die." The young commander drew out the sword in his hand and said.

The Dijon cavalry swooped on the ground, then squeezed the scimitar in his hand and rushed directly.

The wind and snow are endless.

At this moment, the king is against the king.

02.

There was no going around in circles, from the very beginning there was a fierce collision, the knight sword and the scimitar, the orthodox attack with wide openness and the insidious and terrifying sword technique. The strength of the Dijon cavalry was gradually losing, but the killing intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and the heat evaporated from his skin again. The killing intent in his chest almost emerged, forming a substantial knife to stab the opponent to death.

The handsome face of the young commander was also infected by the killing intent. He abandoned all his demeanor and rushed forward with a roar like a beast.

There is no etiquette, no family, no glory in the war. In the real war, there is only life and death, and all the animal nature of perception is blocked.

Once the opponent's attack was blocked, the wind and snow blew, the young commander quietly made a gesture, and the magic crystal spears over there were all fired.

The world is quiet.

At the last second, the Dijon cavalry thought. Ah, it turns out that the other party deliberately fought with him and guided his back to the magic crystal spear. I underestimated the other party. Ah, I am dying. That winter, my son and wife are going to be frozen...

The young commander held down the corpse thrown on him, and calmly said in his ear: "I said that I am no longer your opponent, but I still do it, which means that I rely on it. This is the chief mate. For me.” This young commander is Karl Richard, the actor Deputy Captain Karl who participated in the first "Pirates of the Caribbean" immersive theater.

Then he pushed the corpse to the ground, stepped directly on his tattered chest, held up the knight sword, and shouted: "For your Majesty Claude!"

"For Your Majesty Claude!" all the soldiers roared together.

"For Mülheim!"

"For Mülheim!"

Carl Richard retracted his foot, his shoe soles were covered with frozen blood and flesh.

"Go back, be on guard," he ordered.

The snow is majestic, and the world is quiet again.

The body of the Dijon cavalry was quickly covered by heavy snow.

His age seems to be not much different from that of Carl's father, but Carl Richard does not wonder if he has a son waiting for him to return home.

Because someone else’s father is not his father.

Because this is war.

03.

"First of all, two points need to be clarified. First, the demons cannot send troops to Mülheim to help in this war."

Monroe's voice in the super long-distance magical dialogue was a little fuzzy, and it seemed to be messed up by the wind and snow, but his voice itself was still calm and powerful, which could give people infinite power.

Hill's heart settled down.

It doesn’t matter, he has no war experience, but Monroe has it. Monroe is very good. He has fought many battles when he was a human. At first, Hill drew Monroe to his talents, and then he started. Greedy his body.

Hill stood in the empty hall, an ancient Roman-style building, with white marble columns supporting the ceiling. There was silence, except for the sound of a blizzard outside the window. This is the cathedral of Winter City. With Teresa's departure, the paladins here also evacuated one after another, leaving only some priests for daily maintenance. The whole hall seems to have empty glory, indifferent order, and brilliance at the end.

Naturally, these priests could not cause any hindrance to Hill, so he used the remaining magic circle to communicate with Monroe of Famagusta at a distance.

"Reason." Hill said.

"If the demons participate in the war, the church will definitely publicize the massacre of humans by the demons on a large scale. They will distort the facts, and many people will believe them." Monroe said.

"You mean people from other countries?" Hill asked.

"Yes, Milheim and the Magnolia Empire should not be affected too much, but it also means that all countries other than them have since firmly closed the door to the demons, unless they are really brutally opened by war." Luo Shen said.

"You don't like war?" Hill asked.

"I like it." Monroe said, "Killing people, killing former colleagues, tearing up their hypocritical masks, shattering the hatred that has always remained in my heart, and the pleasure of these generations allows me to forget all the things that I have carried on my back."

Hill looked at the wind and snow outside in front of the window. The city, mountains and rivers were mixed in a cloud of snow and fog, and they were chaotically blown by the harsh wind.

"So." he said.

"But you don't like war, so one of the goals of my various strategies is to avoid war." Monroe said.

"But you say you like it," Hill said. "There are still things that can be forgotten."

"The things that need to be carried are often not very sweet, and of course it is not easy, but this is the meaning of life." Monroe said in a deep voice: "I am enchanted for you, and I will keep you human. Hill."

"Okay. I remembered." Hill said.

Monroe continued: "Furthermore, your strategy is the same. It is a circuitous tactic for you to engage in cultural aggression. In order not to directly conflict with each other, if you use violent means and then import culture, then you will lose more than you gain."

"Yes." Hill nodded, and Monroe made his mind clear for him.

"Then my lord, what are your instructions?"

"Immediately send the magic weapons that the black dwarves have developed to Mülheim. The demons will not participate in the war directly, but the Dark Church can participate in the battle directly. Send the ghost face bird rider over to set up the magic circle. I want more information." Hill Said.

"Have you seen the map of the front line?" Monroe asked.

"Bingdi's bachelor and I have already analyzed it. What I don't know now is how much I need to intervene." Hill said.

"You can do whatever you want." Monroe said, "After all, we didn't come here with kindness. I think the Ice Emperor also understands this."

Hill suddenly nodded: "Yes. Maybe I should be tougher."

"The time of war is different from the time of peace, my lord," Monroe said.

Hill watched the wind and snow outside for a while, and then raised his right arm. With this action, all the curtains in the hall were slowly drawn, the lights went out, and the whole hall quickly dimmed. If the sound of the wind and snow outside the window seemed to disappear, the silence brushed his skin like undulating waves. He stood in the dark for a long time: "Monroe, do you know who I am?"

Monroe said, "You are not the devil."

Hill was not surprised either, just said flatly: "You know."

Monroe said: "I noticed it. Other people are in the game, I don't know, but I was an outsider from the beginning."

Hill said: "But at least now I am the devil, and I also drag you into the game."

"Yes, but you are not only dragging me into the game." Monroe said: "And I serve you as the master, not the devil."

"Okay." Hill said, "Send me a rose." In the darkness, his red pupils lit up faintly, filled with coldness and murderous intent bit by bit, "Satisfy the rose with the enemy's blood. ."

The wind and snow inside the house were silent.

But an aura more terrifying than wind and snow swept the entire darkness.

——Devil’s killing intent.

03.

After solving the flaws and flaws in the mind through Monroe, Hill quickly participated in the military meeting.

At present, the first wave of emergency orders has been issued, and the next thing to discuss is how to act next.

The conference hall with cross vault structure, the fireplace is burning with raging flames, and the style of the pillars next to the conference table is a bit like the ancient Roman Tussian pillars. There is no extra decoration in the entire conference room, only a huge painting depicting war is hung on the wall facing the table.

"The current emergency response plan has been implemented, and then it depends on luck..." a nobleman said.

"I am full of friendly suggestions that you don't mention the word'luck' at this time!" The academician roared at the nobleman.

"At present, it is known that the first cavalry of the Dijon tribe is at least 1,000, which is a terrible number." Another nobleman said, "and they also have greater power than before. It should be the assistance of the church."

"I'm also full of friendly suggestions that you don't waste your time by talking nonsense at this precious time!" The academician roared at the nobleman.

After being ranted so twice by the academician, the other nobles were silent and dare not speak anymore.

"Okay, Your Royal Highness Greenward, do you have any ideas?" asked the academician.

Hill knows that the bachelor's degree is rough and fine, and he deliberately used this method to shut up some people.

"The church's action was very timely, no, not only timely, but also amazingly fast. Did the Dijon tribe be used as guns?" Hill said half to himself.

The academician obviously thought of this: "So you need to consider what the church has provided to the Dijon tribe before setting up. And..." He looked at Hill: "The Dijon tribe was used as a gun by the church. Where is Mulheim?"

"Are you trying to say that Milheim was used as a gun by the demons?" Hill asked bluntly.

The bachelor was choked by Hill's straightforwardness for a second, and there was no response.

"In theory, behind this is indeed the game between the church and the demons. It can even be said that the game between God and another god... Can you think that?" Hill asked.

"If it involves God's words, it seems like..." The academician frowned slightly, "You are diverting your attention."

"I didn't." Hill replied in a deep voice, "Because from the perspective of the church, this is really a contradiction between the God of Light and the God of Darkness. However, I did not get the God of Darkness to show me when I did these things, and I believe the church did not get the God of Light. Instruct or something..." In fact, Hill really doubts whether the **** exists. After all, angels are just a kind of combat weapon... "We fight from our own will, and your war actually comes from your own will. "When he said this, he was very cold, and it sounded like shirking responsibility, but he knew that the academician could understand: "The Dijon tribe must not attack you for the sake of the **** of light, but for your own benefit, you and the first The Rong tribe has always had friction, and I also know it. The church and the demons are like the gods of light and the gods of darkness to you, which constitute a certain reason, but not all."

The academician stared at him for a while, then looked away: "I hope so."

"I think the best thing is not to fight in front of you." Hill quickly sprayed him, and sprayed all the people present: "You humans are always like this. You like to fight in front of the war."

"Ah, I thought it was a matter of getting rid of the foreigner, you must settle down first." The bachelor was a little embarrassed.

"Anna Mao, be careful of my crazy hair." Hill said.

"What?" The bachelor did not respond.

"You don't need to do anything to save the respect. The demons are different from humans. The demons don't have so many extra emotions. I won't like you or despise you. That's it." Hill said straightforwardly, "I hope we Can improve efficiency, instead of talking nonsense here."

"But some things must be clearly stated, such as the purpose of this war." said a nobleman over there.

"I repeat," Hill glanced at him coldly, "I don't mind showing you how self-sufficient the Demon King is. To repeat, I have let my people bleed, and the guard soldiers are already bleeding. If you don’t let your people bleed, I don’t mind letting you bleed."

At this time, only this kind of thunder method can convince the public. Hill thought blankly.

The entire conference room was silent for a while.

When dawn was approaching, when the Ice Emperor arrived, there was fatigue on his face, but his eyes were divine.

He walked obliquely wrapped in the wind and snow, the waiter poured him hot tea, he took a big sip of the tea and put it on the table casually, "What's the matter?"

"The opponent has already washed two outposts. The third outpost was finally prepared in advance, but still lost. They retreated to the fourth outpost together. In the fourth outpost there are the demon and Richard's young master. The current situation Unknown." A Noble Hui reported.

"Richard's young master." Bingdi frowned, "I hope the cold **** bless him."

When everyone saw Bingdi's words, they also made a gesture of cold **** blessing, except for Hill.

"We were discussing the purpose of the war before, but Mr. Greenward seems to have other opinions." said the nobleman who had been choked by Hill before.

Hill glanced at him, and he avoided Hill's gaze.

"Other opinions?" Bingdi asked.

"Yes, besides that, Mr. Greenward thinks it is time to abandon the outpost to guard the canyon..."

"I cut in, I just raised this possibility." Hill said.

"Yeah." Another person complained: "But you still threatened us to bleed, and it is clear that you are playing with the Church of Illumination. The Church of Illumination treats the Dijon tribe as spearmen, and the Demon clan regards us as spearmen."

The Ice Emperor looked at Hill: "Did you threaten him to bleed?"

Hill made no excuses: "Threat."

The Bingdi nodded, "It turns out that it is." Then he glanced at the nobleman who had just spoken, and then ordered the soldier next to him: "Drag it down and kill it."

The nobleman was taken aback, and suddenly cried: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

The Bingdi was unmoved.

"Your Majesty, I have been with you for so long, Your Majesty..."

"Forget it, I changed my mind." Bingdi said as he walked up to the opponent, then drew out the sword on his waist and cut off his head directly. Hill smacked his tongue, Bingdi took the person's head and placed it on the conference table, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Let's continue the discussion."

"Yes, Your Majesty." No one dared to look at him.

Sure enough, none of them are simple people. Hill thought.

What a passion for breaking into the sky in such an era when heroes co-exist.

But before that, the war must be won first.

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