"The Brocks have rebelled. They have completely broken free from our shackles."

The lady who had been talking to the coachman about her ideals dozens of minutes ago is now standing in front of a round table, with a serious expression on her pretty face. Her main task is to convince the leaders here to hope that they will return to the array of Thunder nobles. The Messiah has been out of this sequence for too long, so it is absolutely imperative to pull them back.

And just so happened that the barbarians in the north provided a small opportunity. If the barbarians rebelled, then even if they did not tell the news that the person had made a comeback, it would probably be able to promote an alliance between the two sides.

After all, that man is suitable for nuclear weapons, and it is not a small problem if it is released. If the news of his return and his life is coming soon, then chaos will be foreseeable. And that is not an ordinary chaos. Even the Thunder Noble itself will probably split into countless parts to attack each other, right?

After all, the Thunder Noble is an organization, not an empire. As long as it is an organization, there will be different voices.

"The Kut of the Brocks has been killed in chaos, and the Highlanders have retreated in full swing. The Brocks have occupied Kut and have destroyed all the defenses. The Highlands have retreated to Pasumir and are preparing to defend."

After sorting out the vocabulary, the lady had already set up her thinking. She believed that with her own language, these people could be united. Even if they no longer have the same sense of humanity, the fear of death is inherently possessed by any intelligent creature. If those Brocks fell into madness, then the wilderness offensive that year could basically be confirmed.

Although the Messians are all a group of researchers, they are not idiots. They are definitely unwilling to see anti-human things like the Wild Offensive. Compared with the Wild Offensive, the dwarves and elves are cute like angels.

"The Thunder Noble can no longer interfere with the Brocks' reservation. All Brocks in the Rock Mountains are dedicated to a Brocks' King. Brockshiga, the hero of the Brocks has now been enshrined by all Brocks, and is engaged in the ** movement as a complete country. I think we all know the fighting characteristics of the Brocks. If the Wild Offensive is formed again, we will be embarrassed. I hope we can cooperate with each other before the new Kurts are elected."

"So that's it, it's like that... So you Thunder nobles are ready to let go of your inexplicable sense of superiority and cooperate with us heretics? This is really ironic. You who claim to be the pinnacle of the world will actually ask us for help."

The person sitting on the platform was not the noble in the usual sense. The existence wearing a gorgeous robe and holding a scepter was simply a skeleton. The skeleton made a laughing move. However, because the vocal cords had rotten and only the soul fire gathered in the brain, the sound that resounded in the noble lady's mind was still a rigid and unsensual voice.

There were about seven or eight other skeletons next to the round table. They wore robes of different colors, and their joints held different scepters, representing their different powers in this city.

The Necromancer - was originally called the Messianic Scholars. But now it is more appropriate to call the Necromancer from the perspective of composition. In addition to the skeletons with orchid flames in their skulls, there are also several middle-aged men with pale faces, red pupils and elegant manners next to the round table. They are the new generation of vampires, and are also masterpieces of Necromancer magic.

The emotions of the necromancers are generally much stronger than those of ordinary people. The emotions during their lifetime are almost magnified by about ten times to be normal after death. So everyone here, including those skeletons, make rude moves to express their dissatisfaction.

"Misses and ladies of Thunder, I want to ask, what do you think of our Messiah as?"

The skeleton who was in charge of the Panlong Scepter touched his smooth jaw with his hands, and the dark blue flames in his head were flashing brightly. The old-fashioned and serious spiritual dialogue kept echoing in the mind of the Thunder noble lady at the original table.

This should be considered a major advantage for the undead. Although all the vocal organs such as the vocal cords have decayed and deformed, relatively strengthened souls have given them a supernatural ability to talk from the heart. The only drawback is that their supernatural conversations can hardly hear any emotions, but this is a very rare and beneficial ability in negotiations.

Because in many cases, people use dialogue and emotions to figure out other people's intentions, and the undead undoubtedly have no such thing at all.

"The Messiah is a powerful partner of the Thunder Noble. If we can, we will do our best to fight for it."

I was really not sure about the meaning of the skeleton, so the lady chose a very cautious reply. But it seemed that she had chosen the wrong option. The skeletons here and the newly promoted vampires seemed to hear something funny, deliberately making a move that shook their shoulders like a smile, and the naked one showed a contempt.

Although life span has increased a lot, intelligence seems to have also declined.

Seeing the leaders over there making mocking gestures naked, the lady sighed in her heart. In order to perform realistically, she also looked panicked and at a loss. On the surface, it seemed like she was anxious about the sentence just now.

"Cooperate? Miss Thunder Noble, you seem to be getting something wrong, right?"

The group of skeletons made some moves like a silent film, then patted their chests, wiped their ribs with a rag, made a gesture that I had laughed enough. After these actions, the group of dead guys mocked the lady's mind with that stiff voice.

"It's not a cooperation now. It's your Thunder Nobles who are begging for the Messiah. If there were no Messiah, you would face the wilderness invasion directly. This is not the era of the Four-Color Flag. There will be no coalition forces combined by the Brocks, Jiyankis, elves, dwarves, and highlanders to help you kill all the monsters and beasts. There will be no priests and mages blocking the entire front and trapping tens of thousands of monsters in the basin to slaughter one by one. Are you afraid, aren't you?"

Although the voice in his mind was still so calm, his emotions were very clear. It was anger and disdain. It could be regarded as a kind of emotion that a villain could succeed. If you can show off, show it off. You must be disgusting.

It is completely understandable that they have such emotions. The Messiah, a city-state with almost everything except a technology capital, is completely a coward who is angry. Although technology is the first, magic is the first, but it is not necessary for people to control these people? The Messiahs are not considered a fighting nation. In terms of magic, they are not as good as those Gyankis who are born favored by magic. In terms of technology, they are not as good as those dwarfs who plunge into gears and calculations. They can only use their sad so-called innovative spirit to numb themselves. But in fact, everyone sees what the Messiah looks like.

In the era of Four Color Flags, the Messiah was only used as an ordinary city-state. All combatants were on the second-line battlefield, and all weapons and technologies were delivered to the front-line soldiers. The Messians themselves had no sense of existence. It was this subtle emotion that made these people develop a sense of arrogance.

Unfortunately, once dying cannot make these people feel that there is something wrong with their emotions. On the contrary, the illusion that seemed to be immortal after death made these people throw away the last bit of disguise, and exposed their IQ naked.

"Thunder nobles, the pinnacle of the world, lead by example. But what? The four-color flag you advocated cannot do anything after the collapse. You even have a group of guys who want to establish their own business, right? The descendants of the old nobles who have not experienced the three powers do not think that the Thunder nobles have any glory. Without us, without the support of our city-states, what can you Thunder nobles do? With your Stone Sword Castle? With your Thunder City? Don't joke. You can do nothing without us. You are just the tip of a knife, you can't do nothing without the blade."

The skeleton in the head holding the dragon-shaped scepter knocked on his joints, and the face of the bone showed a strange smile. If the face of the bone was covered with muscles and skin, it must have been a very sarcastic look. I really wanted to punch him and smile, right? But unfortunately, under the influence of the face of the skeleton, I could only feel the weirdness.

The lady took two steps back in disgust and consciously stayed away from this skeleton with some abnormality in spirit.

The tip of the knife? The blade? What a bullshit argument. According to this, how do you calculate the collapse of the Four-Color Flag? How do you calculate the Holy Light Sect? What do you calculate the organizations hidden behind the scenes and the Supreme Holy Sect that has been established in the Knights Kingdom? Everyone can take a shower and sleep. If it weren't for the fact that there was no trick, the Thunder Nobles themselves would have to find a scapegoat. Who can find you a Messiah? You can stay wherever you are cool.

"Tell me the price you need to take action. We Thunder Nobles are mentally prepared."
Chapter completed!