Chapter 986: Going to Attack? Give Me Enough Compensation First!

"The Glorious Holy See is also our enemy."

The two parties sat down separately in front of the statue. Archmage Baierbo sat at the head of his side and picked up the drink brought by the maid - red, purple, turbid, exuding a fresh and sweet smell - he didn't drink it, just held it in his hand and got straight to the point. :

"So, we are willing to fight side by side with your country and fight against the invaders. Please tell me, how far is the war progressing now?"

The leaders of the Eagle Nation looked at each other. Finally, the man wearing a golden crown and holding a golden staff, who called himself Tratoani, coughed and took up the topic:

"They launched an unprecedented offensive. Those white ghosts gathered the traitors around them and launched an army of hundreds of thousands to attack us. Now, their army has climbed to the plateau and is marching towards the capital... "

I need a map. It would be best to have a real-time, dynamic map with terrain and landforms marked. The armies of both sides are marked with red and blue colors. You can hit it with one click of the mouse... Grete faced forward upright, his eyes were distracted, and he complained silently.

Archmage Baierbo obviously also wanted to complain. However, as the main talker, he had to maintain his demeanor and said calmly:

"We need more detailed intelligence. Topography, landforms, number of enemies, who are the masters of the enemy... With this information, we can go out with you to jointly annihilate the enemy."

"Of course, of course." Tratoani nodded repeatedly. He raised his hand, and two White Eagle warriors turned out from the corner of the hall and carried up a huge wooden frame.

On the soil in the wooden frame, red, white, blue, and thick and thin lines of various colors crisscrossed each other. Gretel wanted to give up after just one glance:

You call this a map?

Is this a map?

There is already a lot of soil. Do you dare to just make a sand table?

Archmage Baierbo frowned slightly. He waved his hand casually, and the large blue area near the royal city was immediately covered with waves, rippling slightly:

"Is this the lake around us?"

"yes."

With another wave, the soil rose and a small viaduct was erected in the air:

"Is this the mountain next to it?"

"yes."

"Here...are they all mountains?"

Damn it, this aboriginal map is too crude... It's better to just launch the airship and scan everywhere!

Grete was complaining in his mind while peeking at his senior brother from time to time:

On the collar of Archmage Baierbo, an opal lapel pin as big as the Heart of the Ocean glows slightly. As the body moves, the arc-shaped, cross-star-shaped and strip-shaped light bands are constantly changing. Around the cat's eye, a circle of fine diamonds flickered, flickering brightly and dimly.

Gretel always felt that the lapel pin was a scanner. Not only could it capture images of the sand table and faces of people in the hall, but it might also have recordings. It could also scan the power and transmit it back to the airship...

His feeling was right. This magical device, which has solidified a series of magics such as the [Secret Eye] and has the functions of photography, sound transmission, and scanning, is transmitting every movement in the hall back to the airship.

At this moment, a group of magicians gathered in the hall of the airship, all talking:

"This map is too rough. - In the parliamentary army, whoever dares to command a war with such a rough map will be beaten to death by the superiors!"

"Why don't we just use magic to sweep around? - Send the invisible servant out, fly around with the secret eye, and the surrounding terrain will be there."

"Wake up, without the support of the mage tower, the invisible servant cannot fly hundreds of miles...or should we find a magic node to stop the ship?"

"Everyone, be quiet! The Archmage will discuss it with them!"

Next to Archmage Baierbo, Archmage Hines's bone-white robe was also fluttering gently, and from time to time a bit of pale color floated up from the surface of the dark fabric.

If there were any ghosts buried in the bone robe, Grete would not be surprised at all by helping scan the records.

He looked around, quietly turned on [Detection Magic], and input everything he saw in his meditation vision into his meditation core. Let that light person, oh no, let that neuron computer store, analyze, and process...

In short, record as much as you can!

Everyone is constantly discussing, analyzing, communicating, and exchanging information. The eyes of the Eagle God and the Snake God overlook the temple, and in a place that cannot be seen by human eyes or heard by human ears, two consciousnesses are communicating rapidly:

"These people here are very strong... very strong."

"Yes, it's too strong...hiss...I feel that they can cause damage to me...that person with similar power to you can hurt me...hiss...that person with power similar to mine , if he swallows me, he will become stronger..."

"Kick them away?"

"It's too late... It's too late. To drive them away now, we need to use all our strength... Hiss... My hunch is that the white ghosts are more vicious than them and will destroy us and kill us... Us and them Let’s talk…”

"Give them the gold and jewelry promised earlier...Give them whatever they want...but keep them away...must stay away..."

As soon as the god had an idea, the Golden Eagle Warrior and the female snakes immediately received the order. Soon, baskets of gold, silver, and jewelry were delivered to the steps of the main hall. Tratoani stood up and pointed at the door with his golden staff:

"Distinguished guests, according to the previous agreement, we will use a life-size golden statue as a reward for your participation in the battle. This is the first batch of gold to prove our sincerity. In addition, we have a small request... "

He faced the bottom of the temple, his eyes far away, as if he were overlooking the thousands of people in the kingdom, feeling their fear and sorrow:

"The behemoth you are riding on is so huge that it frightens the people of the Eagle Country for no reason. In order to appease them, can you please move the behemoth to another place?"

The two archmages exchanged glances. Grete quietly pricked up his ears: It seemed, as if, he heard something?

He listened carefully and shook his head, but still didn't hear anything. With a sideways glance, the long bone edges and skin on the side of Cerira's cheek flashed away, returning to the shape of pointed elf ears. Obviously, she heard something just now...

"Promise him! Promise him!"

"Let us choose our own place!"

There was a lot of shouting in the airship. Archmage Mansfield, who was presiding over the discussion, made a "whisper" gesture, lit up the magic tool matching the opal lapel pin, and whispered a few words. Archmage Baierbo nodded calmly:

"We are here to assist you, not to disturb your peace. Of course you can move if you want, but -"

"But first, we need to choose the place ourselves." Archmage Heins added coldly with a swollen white face:

"Secondly, we hope that you will show enough sincerity - there is a magician in our school who was illegally imprisoned by your country for half a year and suffered great losses. You should compensate for this."

All eyes fell on Chihuakotto. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly agreed:

"Of course, of course. In this matter, the female snake Nilka acted recklessly. She has already been punished - she was revoked from the title of female snake, deprived of the gift of the snake god, and demoted to a mid-level priestess."

She carefully observed the words and expressions of Archmage Heins. However, a senior necromancer was deeply entangled with death, and she couldn't tell her mood just by looking at her face. She paused and said cruelly:

"If that mage is willing to accept it, we can send her over as his maid."

Huh?

Gretel quickly perked up his ears. If Lin En was in front of him, he would have to make some jokes, saying that his luck is not over yet...

But forget it if he's not here. That female snake has a bad personality and doesn't have a clear mind. It's best not to send it here. I hope the Archmage will block it for him -

"No."

Archmage Heins said coldly. He turned his gaze and looked at the condor statue on the upper right, his gaze profound. Gretel was in a trance, and even felt that he saw the soul of the Eagle God through the statue:

"When the mage was imprisoned, his magic pet desperately escaped and reported to him for help. During the escape, he was attacked and a piece of his boss was torn off——"

Light rose up in his hand, and the image of Mr. Trocca appeared:

"Before talking about aid and fighting side by side, we hope that your country can return the parts that were taken from it and make it whole again."

Neither the Golden Eagle leader nor Chihuakoto nor Tratoani dared to answer this request. The leaders stood up and knelt before the statue and prayed lowly. For a moment, a large golden light suddenly lit up on the statue of the Eagle God:

"My God said that when he noticed a strange creature running away, he personally attacked and tore off a piece of the thing. But the thing that was torn off was not big. After swallowing it, it has disappeared and cannot be spit out-"

What?

Grete sat upright suddenly. Can't spit it out? If you can't spit it out, what should Mr. Trocca do?

Was this injury just in vain?

"My God said that he can repair the power of the aberration, but it will require a lot of his divine power. Currently, he hopes to do this after the war is over, so as not to affect the battle against the 'White Ghost'..."

What?

Do you want to delay it until after the war?

Do you want to regret it?

"Gretel, what do you think?"

"Gretel, what do you think?"

In the spiritual connection, two consecutive inquiries came. Grete turned his head, and Archmage Baierbo and Archmage Heins looked at him at the same time, with a look of inquiry in their eyes. What? ask me?

Shouldn't I ask Lynn?

Gray calmed down and realized that he was the person Lin En was following. On this occasion, he was the one who could make the decision for Lin En. He took a deep breath, his face became serious, and he asked back through the spiritual connection:

"I don't really want to agree... Will they treat Mr. Trocca's treatment as a bargaining chip in negotiations... If they don't agree to the conditions, they won't be treated..."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Archmage Baierbo replied lightly:

"We can still suppress these two indigenous gods. If you don't agree, we'll give them a beating - Grete, just choose the one you want."

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