goddess of revolution

Chapter 434 Death God Seat, Cruel God and Cruel Commander
In the unremarkable tavern in the royal capital of Kester, two halflings muttered in an inconspicuous corner.

"It's so itchy..."

Pointy-nosed Gomis scratched his buttocks and said, "Every time I itch, something big will happen. Maybe it's Pique who caused a lot of trouble somewhere. Tesolos, please don't go to see Death." !"

"Death is long gone," said Frodo. "He's going on the Discovery with that Noria, and I think it's all right. Let's get down to business, isn't that all right with you?"

"Oh, Frodo," sighed Gomis, "are you addicted to being a spy?"

Frodo shrugged: "It's very interesting. I can explore everywhere and do good things. I can't be as patient as Sam, even with all kinds of people and even civilians."

"Good thing?"

Gomis laughed at himself: "Then I am the accomplice of the bad guys?"

"You are just eating and drinking with that prince, I can see that," Frodo said, "The director hopes that I can open up the situation in Kester, get high-level information, and have the status of a prince's attendant." It's convenient."

Gomis couldn't believe it: "Frodo, are you serious? You are serving the Duke of Prell, and I am serving Prince Bellino, we are enemies! Now you let me help you sneak to the prince Be a spy!?"

Frodo looked at Gomez with clear eyes: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Gomis covered his face: "Well, on that day, you have to prove that I am your companion. I don't want to be hanged by your duke as an attendant of a foolish prince."

"Of course," Frodo wondered, "Why have you become so pessimistic?"

"Kester is almost finished." Gomis lowered his voice: "The king is indecisive, and he still hasn't decided whether to side with Youxiang or to vote for Theresia."

"Several princes are fighting fiercely, and have been playing tricks of assassination and frame-up. Fortunately, Prince Bellino is too stupid and incompetent, no one takes him seriously, and of course our servants are not taken seriously. gone."

Frodo was puzzled: "Then what are you doing with Bellino?"

"I'm the prince's third attendant now! I'm happy to be eating, drinking and having fun in the capital, why do I have to leave?" Gomis said in desperation: "I really can't stay any longer, just leave in stealth, who can stop me?" live?"

Just saying this, the wrist guard on his arm shook.

Gomis flipped his wrist proudly: "See? The messenger bracelet, you can receive calls anywhere in the capital, which is much more advanced than the adventurer assistants you use. The symbol that lights up means immediately Go back, there is a task."

Frodo opened his mouth, and closed it again.

"Let's go! I just want to introduce you to Dakai. He and Sir Vic are having a headache right now, and no one is recruiting the prince's attendants."

The two left their seats, and as soon as they reached the entrance of the tavern, the bartender yelled: "Little man, you haven't paid the bill yet!"

Gomis showed his badge, raised his chin and said, "Do you know who I am? Prince Bellino's attendant!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was accurately spat on the badge, and the bartender roared, "What a fucking prince! Give me money!"

Frodo threw a silver penny to the bartender, and Gomis was dragged out of the tavern, sleeves kicked.

"I'm serious! That guy is dead! The prince will come and smash this tavern after completing the mission!"

Gomis was still angry, met Frodo's eyes, and was suddenly discouraged: "I'm not familiar with this place..."

Following Gomis back to the prince's apartment, at the gate, two acquaintances who had met once got into the previous carriage.

The old man with the white beard was Ser Vic of which Gomis had spoken, and the young man whom Frodo had seen at the Keep of Light was none other than Prince Bellino.

Gomis led Frodo into the last carriage, and a guard came to take a look.

"This is Dakai, the prince's second attendant," Gomis introduced. "This is Frodo, my good friend. He didn't get along well in other places. Now come to me."

Dakai groaned, nodded absently to Frodo, and walked towards the first carriage.

The carriage started, and Frodo shrugged and spread his hands to Gomis in astonishment: "That's it?"

"I am the third attendant now," Gomez raised his head high: "The prince trusts me very much."

Frodo said incredulously: "But it shouldn't be so hasty, right? After all, it's the people around you, so the prince must ask himself?"

"The prince is here..."

Gomis nodded: "There is a problem, and it's getting worse. He often giggles alone, saying silly things like the world is his, and he doesn't care about these trivial things."

"No wonder Baron Hansen said that Prince Bellino has ignored him." Frodo recalled the prince he met just now, and suddenly noticed something strange: "Why did he change the rapier? I remember he was a knight... no , It's a paladin."

No matter which one it is, they will not use the kind of rapiers used by assassins or women.

"Who knows..."

Gomis looked a little dazed when he spoke, as if he was recalling something, but couldn't remember it.He shook his face, threw it aside and ignored it.

The carriage soon arrived at the palace. This was an impromptu meeting. According to Gomis, it was likely that some prince would accuse another brother/brother of murdering him.The subsequent process was extremely tedious. Even if some evidence was presented, the king would not make any decisions and just muddle through.

Nevertheless, Frodo decided to sneak into the King's Hall to eavesdrop, and at least to get acquainted with the situation.Given the state of defense he saw when he entered the palace, he was very confident that he would not be discovered.Even if there are legends in the royal hall.

The training he received in Beta City was not in vain. If he could escape the monitoring of those red druids, he would be able to avoid the induction of ordinary legends. Of course, the premise was not to get too close.

As soon as he entered the king's hall, Frodo thought to himself that he had come to the right place.

"We have no reason to hesitate any longer." A certain minister impassionedly said to the old king: "Erxiang wants to implement the godbirth system in all countries, we must act immediately! If we don't make a decision, the quilt we sleep on tonight... No, the bed will be removed by the church!"

"The legion should be summoned immediately to surround the loyal court branch!"

Another general-looking man said, "I bet they're planning a siege of the palace!"

The king rubbed his forehead and said, "They won't be so rude, right? Shall we call the people from the Divine Court branch first, and listen to what they say?"

The ministers jumped, and the prince shouted angrily. Bellino, who was standing at the end of the queue, hung his head and did not speak.

Frodo felt that he had gained enough at this time, so he had to contact the deputy director, Yuangou, for Kester's big change was imminent!
At this moment, Bellino raised his head suddenly, and a steel-gray light shot out from his eyes.

With stiff steps, he stepped out of the queue like a puppet, and walked towards the king.

"Enough! I've seen enough!"

He shook his head and said nervously: "For mortals, the saddest thing is not that fate is manipulated by others, but by cowardly and incompetent fools!"

The king, ministers, and princes didn't react at first, and they all shouted and cursed when Bellino was about to approach the throne.

The guards above, and the other princes below, swarmed up to drag him away.

Seeing that Bellino was pressed down by a group of people, he stood up and sent the group of people flying.

Belino drew his rapier, and Frodo saw that it was not a rapier, but an arrow with a gray halo.

"Father, you are not worthy to sit here," Bellino pointed an arrow at the king, who trembled and could not utter a word.

Everyone in the royal hall watched Bellino swing his arm, the arrow crossed the king's throat, and his head jumped high.

This scene made Frodo feel cold all over. According to his information, although King Xester is old and incompetent, his personal strength is still good. He is a sixth-level knight. Why is he like a baby, without the power to resist?

Ignoring the headless body spraying blood, Bellino grabbed the head that was about to fall, took off the crown, and threw the head aside like an orange peel.

He buckled the crown on his head, and the arrow in his hand stretched out in the dim and stunning light, turning into a two-handed sword.

"Now, I'm the King of Cust." He tilted his head and said with a sneer, "You all have to listen to me, if you don't listen, you'll die... No, you'll want to die!"

A great, invisible force sank down from the king's hall, and all were crushed and numb, even Frodo.

"Not good, what kind of weird power does this guy have!"

Frodo was in a hurry, and hurried to the door.

"There's a little mouse!"

Bellino showed a ferocious smile: "Look at me trampling him to death!"

With a wave of the big sword, a dark sword light more than ten meters long burst out from the tip of the sword.Under the horrified eyes of everyone, a terrifying crack was split from the ceiling to the wall of the king's hall, and at the same time, the bodies of several people were divided into two halves.

A minister's entire arm flew away from his body, and the severe pain finally woke him up.He hastened to pat the healing spell on the wound.The divine light fell on the wound, but it was like a branding iron burning the flesh, and smoke was rising.

The minister whose profession is a priest screamed: "Cruel, cruel divine power! My God, he is the spokesperson of Hestor!"

………………

Thousands of kilometers northwest of Valentine, on the wasteland in the north of the Dalmante Kingdom, a relatively neat army surrounded another chaotic crowd from all sides.

Huge boulders flew out of the crowd continuously, piercing through the army united world, and when they were about to fall into the dense queue, they were blocked by light shields.Most of the time the boulder shatters and the queue is unscathed.Occasionally, the light shield shattered, and a piece of mutilated human body flew up immediately.

The army united world slowly approached, and the big fireball fired by the magic cannon crossed the top of the barrier, and exploded in the messy gray-brown crowd in the distance.

A large group of griffins fly by in waves. The magician, archer or gunner sitting on the griffin will kill the few double-headed dragons while pouring spells, arrows and bullets on the ground. .Stones, arrows, javelins, and even stout human bodies flew up sporadically from the ground, making desperate resistance, and the loudest movement was the sound of mournful cursing.

On a hill between the military united worlds, a tall and straight woman with a weathered face stared closely at the battle situation.Occasionally, when a stone or a crossbow bolt flew by, she would not blink her eyelids.

It wasn't until a group of people with torn armor came to the foot of the hill that she looked away and turned to the group of people.

"What? Are there no soldiers?"

Marshal of the Western Army of the Alliance of Order, Swordsman of the Queen of Dawn, Sylvie, commander of the coalition of Dalmante, Sivenhall, and Bertmund, asked the kings, consuls, or princes of the three countries in a sarcasm.

The king of Dalmante cried, "We are almost empty! Marshal, have we not accepted the surrender of the orcs? Why are we attacking?"

The consul of Sivenhall was a young man, and he said angrily: "This is treachery! It is a brutal massacre! Whether it is against the orcs or against our people, it is everywhere!"

The eldest prince of the Bertmond Kingdom said bitterly: "Our loss is too great, too great..."

"Brutal massacre?"

Sylvie sneered: "When orcs swarm into your country and kill anyone they see, isn't it brutal? Isn't it massacre?"

She said solemnly: "I swore in front of Her Majesty the Queen that I would kill every single orc!
"But this decisive battle is not just for my personal oath."

"Valentine Cathedral is about to fall, and the realm of the dead has begun to be in turmoil. The drums of the era change have already sounded!"

She waved her arm and pointed to the distance, which was the remnants of more than 40 orcs surrounded by groups.

"If we don't kill all these alien races, should we put them back on the northern tundra, let them have a chance to breathe, let them lick their wounds with hatred, recuperate, and then launch another invasion in the era change?"

The blazing light in her eyes made the three leaders bow their heads in horror: "Don't forget what Emperor Tudor said, if you are not of my race, your heart must be different!"

She nodded at the things under her feet. It was a pile of heads, orcs with brown fur and fangs, and tauren with black hair and long horns.The three leaders knew that these heads were not unknown, each of them was a tribal leader who commanded tens of thousands of people, and there were even some powerful existences at the legendary level.

"Breach of faith? What kind of faith do you have with these beasts? When they flooded into your country, did you write a letter of war to you? Did you take prisoners? Did you let women and children go? We have always paid blood to them. Blood!"

"They want to take a breather under the guise of surrender, so we pretend to accept that they are all surrounded here and catch them all! Do you still need me to teach you this level of war strategy?"

Prince Bertmond said cautiously: "You can capture them as slaves, there is no need to drive them all to death like this."

"slave?"

Sylvie sneered: "I know what the slave traders are thinking. Their minds are full of gold bulls, so they don't care about what will happen in the future."

"Let me tell you what it will be like when hundreds of thousands of orc slaves flood into the human country. At first they will go to mines, serve as slave soldiers, and do all kinds of dirty work that humans are unwilling to do. They really Many people will die, but they will live longer than humans, and in less than a hundred years, hundreds of thousands will become millions or even tens of millions."

"At that time, they were still humble, oppressed and discriminated against by human beings. They remembered this moment today and the origin of the humiliation, and they decided to resist."

"In the beginning they had no organization, no knowledge, and they died miserably. Gradually they learned to learn human magic, they abandoned the backward ancient gods, and they began to believe in modern gods. They even learned human culture and laws, Knowing how to fight humans in various battlefields other than war, and finally..."

"Look, isn't this history familiar? That's right! That's how we humans overthrew the rule of the Elven Empire, gained freedom, and gradually ruled the main plane of Fein!"

Sylvie twitched the corner of her mouth and said contemptuously: "In the battle between humans and elves, countless elves are on the side of humans. At that time, there will be countless humans on the side of orcs, holding slogans like friendship, equality, etc. Doing rape, wielding the butcher's knife against the same kind."

"Isn't there a god who shouted to liberate the slaves now? In the eyes of that guy, even the orcs will be regarded as objects that must be liberated."

Her gaze became serious: "I will not allow such a thing to happen, so I will kill all the orcs, leaving no one behind!"

King Dalmante cried, "But we are about to die!"

"That is the murderer who invaded your hometown and killed your relatives. Isn't it worth paying everything to avenge them?"

Sylvie said indifferently: "If you lose such a heart, are you still worthy of being a king?"

"Well, I knew you would not let us go, you not only want to kill all the orcs, but also all the people in our entire kingdom!"

The king, who has been on the throne for less than three months and has less than 30 people, most of whom are women, children and the elderly, said sadly: "I will go to fight right away, I just ask you to keep the royal blood of Dalmante!"

Sylvie was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Relieved, the king saluted Sylvie, descended from the hill, got on his horse and greeted his few subordinates: "Dalmantes, die with me!"

"Death is death. We Xivenhall people will not frown." The young consul said boldly, "Your Excellency Marshal, our request is very simple, just keep the autonomous city-state."

After the consul left, the eldest prince of the Bertmond Kingdom said with a pale face: "I, I have asked my father to sort out the duke's fiefdom. If necessary, we are willing to downgrade to a duchy."

"That's unnecessary," Sylvie said, "Your Majesty has other plans for your kingdom. Don't worry, as long as you are loyal to the alliance, Your Majesty hopes that you can become a strong fortress in the north."

The prince was overjoyed: "Yes! I will do my best, even if I lose all the legions, I will still fulfill the wish of Your Majesty the Marshal!"

Not long after the group of people left, a strange-looking magical vehicle that looked a bit like a large turtle rushed over.Another prince wearing sunglasses jumped down from the co-pilot's seat and walked up the hill with vigorous steps.

"What kind of weird thing is that?"

Sylvie waved her hand as a sign of disrespect, and asked Prince Rimaco.

"The Turtle Chariot from the Zolder Workshop is the latest product. It is said that it is modeled on the Duke's invention."

Remaco lowered his head to wipe his sunglasses, and said as if chatting: "I saw the troops of those three countries moving forward again, and they are almost gone. Marshal, this is..."

"Remaco, you are good at fighting with these novelty gadgets, but you really have no talent for some things." Sylvie said flatly: "When the Valentine Cathedral is captured, you say that our Queen is still Must I sit on an equal footing with other kings?"

"This one……"

Remaco frowned and said, "Didn't your majesty say that after the battle..."

"Don't say things that only children believe." Sylvie shook her head: "The change of the era has officially begun! Teresia, sometimes she is too naive, thinking that taking down Valentine's Cathedral will solve all problems. Even if Kaim is with her, and Youxiang will not pour it out by herself, shouldn't you continue to beat Youxiang?"

"If you want to continue to fight Youxiang, can the patchwork shell of the Alliance of Order still work?"

Remaco took a breath: "You mean..."

"I didn't say anything," Sylvie smiled: "But before those things come, shouldn't we make all the preparations for her?"

Remaco thought for a while, put on his sunglasses and said, "I'd better go to war..."

"I admit that I underestimated you before," Sylvie said, "Perform yourself well and show me how high your 'killing efficiency' really is, anyway..."

At this moment, there was a hint of inhuman ferocity in her smile: "At this time, the realm of the dead is more thirsty for fresh dead souls than ever before."

(End of this chapter)