Lord Roar

Chapter 221 Mourinho
Allen and Rooney are afraid of long nights and dreams, including the tools and all supplies in the three workshops, and put everything they can bring into the different space storage necklace.

Rooney ran to the side of the teleportation array, adjusted the magic coordinates indiscriminately, and the two returned from the teleportation array to the Beamon army in the southern parish.

After walking out of the teleportation array, there was already a Harpy waiting for a long time.

Rooney said casually: "Go and report to Mourinho, everything is in order."

The harpy seemed to have a strange expression on his face, and he opened his mouth to speak, but finally saw the two liger princes leaving impatiently, and then got up and flew away.

"Isn't it revealing?" Allen walked to a place where no one was there, and looked at Rooney worriedly.

Rooney said uncertainly: "I don't know, but the harpy should be suspicious, let's leave quickly."

Allen shook his head slightly, pointed to the position of Beamon's luggage and said, "Give them some trouble and buy some time."

At this time, in Beamon's tent of the Chinese army commander, a group of strong Beamon officers sat quietly in place.

Beamon orcs have always been unharmonious among various races, especially those in high positions, who often scold at the first sight of trouble, and use knife when they disagree.

Those who can become racial bosses are basically nobles. Once they become nobles, everyone is at the same level, and no one is inferior to anyone else.

If it weren't for the nobles, it would be like Pig was born with a head when he saw the Fox Clan or the Bell Bear Clan.

At this time, among the officers in the house, apart from the great elder of the Pigg clan, there were also the supreme commander of the Wolf Cavalry Legion, the contemporary patriarch of the Bear Bear clan, and the patriarch of the Harpy clan.

In addition to them, the leading priests of various races also sat quietly in the corner without saying a word.

None of the big shots and nobles who had met before made any noise, they all looked at the figure in the middle of the handsome account quietly.

A blond figure from the back was concentrating on a huge magical map, and saw that the geographical location recorded on it was extremely detailed, including the entire southern parish, and even the outlying areas and outpost counties of the Great Wasteland.

In addition to some Beamon text labels, even the territory distribution map of each beast in the beast forest is marked in detail.

But if Allen was here, he would definitely sneer at this magic map, because the monsters have long since lost their so-called concept of territory, and most of the time these guys spend their time in the Bloodhoof camp. drink it.

The middle-aged man didn't wear armor like other people, but simply put on a pure black cloak, and the wings covered under the cloak shone like a galaxy.

This kind of angel-like white wings is a unique status symbol of the most noble swan family in Bimon.

The three great nobles of Beamon, the lion clan opened the mountain pattern, the tiger clan had the iron tail whip, and the swan clan had the wings.

The figure with his back to everyone chuckled and turned around slowly. His long golden hair was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and it was easily and casually tied to the back of his head. A masterpiece, like Orlando Bloom, the most handsome elf god of war in antiquity.

If you observe carefully, this person seems to have just stepped into middle age, but the light from those eyes seems to be like an old wise man who has seen through the vicissitudes of life, and the slightly curved corner of his mouth makes people want to trust him.

"Have you found out the cause of death?" Mourinho glanced at everyone in the military tent one by one.

A group of bigwigs who walked sideways on their own territory, under Mourinho's staring eyes, were like elementary school students who were caught secretly beating King of Glory in class, wishing to bury their heads in their crotches.

But there are no Garfields and Dougs here, so they don't have the ability to hide their heads in their crotches.

Seeing the appearance of everyone, Mourinho said loudly: "This time, in order to capture the inheritor of the Titan bloodline, I seconded a Royal Guard from His Majesty the Beast Emperor as the vanguard of the attack. What happened? Just such an unclear death In the rear, who of you can give me an explanation."

Mourinho's tone was slightly angry, but everyone who is familiar with him knows that he is not really angry, maybe he is secretly having fun in his heart.

Mourinho was born in the Swan family, one of the three nobles, and he is in the prime of life. He needs fame and military exploits, and he has no family background. He is the only one who can rival the ligers and tigers. of noble blood.

Seeing that the change and election of the Beast Emperor will take place in less than a year, everyone who cares knows that Mourinho will be the most powerful and only contender for the current Beast Emperor.

Moreover, Mourinho has never concealed his ambitions. Although he controls more than half of the military power in Beamon, he has questioned Beamon Beast Emperor's political decision-making policy several times in public, and he is still a downright hawk. With the principle that the louder the fist, the louder the voice, the Beast Emperor often looks down on the strategy of recruiting and surrendering the surrounding races.

Although several ligers and tigers were lost this time, it could not hurt the Beast Emperor Resas, but it was enough to put eye drops every day, and this was what Mourinho liked.

However, those ligers and tiger noble guards died too strangely. If Mourinho could not give His Majesty the Beast Emperor and the House of Representatives a perfect explanation and statement, maybe the Beast Emperor would make a big fuss about it. There are still quite a few dovish nobles in the House of Representatives, and there are not a few people who support the Beast Emperor.

At this moment, a shaman who was supported by a Harpy walked into the military tent.

After hearing the sound, everyone turned their eyes from Mourinho to the silver-haired shaman.

Many people know this old shaman. He does not belong to the military, and he has retired long ago. He is just a representative of the folk priests in Shacheng. For some reason, he participated in the surprise attack on the southern parish.

Seeing that everyone noticed him, the old shaman walked over tremblingly, walked slowly to Mourinho's side on crutches and said, "Master Mourinho, the result of the Song of Poison Discrimination It just came out, it is a kind of poison that has never been seen before, it contains the toxin components of the blue fire monitor lizard, but it is artificially processed."

Mourinho frowned slightly and asked: "That is to say, the toxin is not fatal, but a fatal trauma?"

The old shaman nodded and explained: "Well, I have already seen the corpse. The person who did it was very professional. Without attracting everyone's attention, he shot seven crossbow arrows in a short time to subdue the liger and tiger princes. Maybe I have questioned the liger and tiger princes, but no one was left alive, and the shots were accurate and ruthless, which is definitely not something that ordinary fighting spirit fighters can do."

Mourinho took the slightly curved crossbow from the old shaman, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that Mourinho was silent, a Bell bear officer said in a low voice, "Old shaman, you are old and dizzy, right? Killed under the nose? In one or two breaths, seven crossbow arrows were shot, and they all hit the same position. Could it be that the night elves have changed their careers to become killers?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you are ignorant. Elves are good at archery, but they are good at bows and arrows instead of crossbows." The elder of the fox clan said disdainfully.

"Could it be the temple paladins of the Holy See? But they are not good at such tricks." The bear officer scratched his head, his brain is really not suitable for thinking about such complicated things.

A harpy officer pretended to be clever and said: "If I say so, it must be the shadow hunter."

"Fart, how could the human race come to support so quickly, even if it is impossible to send a few people to support, killing a few guards will not affect the overall situation."

The head of the fox clan looked at the bear officer and said sarcastically: "Your clansmen are responsible for defending the rear and the periphery of the camp. They are really muscle-minded wastes and are unreliable."

"Who are you scolding, old man?"

"Just scold you, a muscular idiot."

The bear officer slapped the table and cursed, "That's better than you, a bastard with a belly full of water."

"Whoever you say is full of bad water, believe it or not, I will kill your whole family?"

The Xiongren officer was overjoyed, and said disdainfully, "Anyone from my family can kill a bunch of you fox-clan trash."

After hearing the retort from the military officer, everyone couldn't help laughing, because the bear officer was telling the truth, you let a group of foxes with thicker arms than the bears kill the whole family?Isn't this a joke?

However, the reason why the Beamon Fox tribe can occupy a seat in the House of Representatives is not useless. Their minds are the most powerful weapon. Ninety-nine out of ten percent, they are known for their outstanding intelligence, insidiousness and cunning. They are often the combat staff of major legions or the core staff of major families.

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, Mourinho flicked the corner of the table with his slender fingers.

The crowd, who were like vendors in the vegetable market, immediately stopped arguing and shouting, as if everyone had been waiting for that inaudible soft sound.

Helping the old shaman to the seat, Mourinho asked softly: "Old shaman, is there anything else I want to add? Now that the Holy Light Castle is bound to be won, I don't want to make any more twists and turns. Think about it carefully." Is there anything else missing?"

The old shaman seemed to enjoy Mourinho's special treatment very much, his old face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, but not everyone could receive such courtesy from Mourinho.

Seeing that the old shaman had nothing else to add, Mourinho looked at everyone again and said, "Notify all harpies and scouts that there may be an assassin hidden around the camp, so everyone be careful, this assassin is good at hiding, and He also wears a poisonous bow and crossbow with him."

(End of this chapter)