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Donovan and the Holy Armor, both of whom have been kings for a long time, were surprised. Donovan said in amazement: "Holy Emperor, do you personally deal with the Thousand Eyes? Hasn't this always been handled by the Tsar?"
"Ah, she." The corner of St. Is's mouth slightly touched, and her face still smiled faintly: "She is sick, so I can only do this for my husband."
"But at this time, Saint Emperor, if you go to the mainland, will you..."
St. Is leaned over, patted Donovan's tiny arms and said, "My Donovan, you don't have to worry about my affairs. Are you afraid of any accidents?"
"Of course not!" Donovan smiled shyly, even if the Holy Emperor encountered the most terrible things, there would be no danger. She believed this, and always believed. And she knew that every time the emperor entered the mainland, he changed to a different identity. His whereabouts were a mystery to everyone. No one knew who he was after the change of identity.
Saint Iss said to Donovan: "You just wanted to know why I haven't pushed for a full-scale offense?"
Donovan nodded and asked, "Can you speak?"
Saint Iss smiled and said to her: "You forgot, am I still a person who is good at astrology?"
Donova was taken aback, of course, she knew that the Holy Emperor was very good at astrology, but she did not understand what this had to do with the full-scale war?
Others didn't understand it. Mad Shaffer saw everybody's face puzzled but didn't ask, so he asked with courage: "Holy Emperor, will it be more auspicious to start the war next year?" He heard a lot When the country goes to war, or if it does anything important, it will be fortune-telling. Choose the most auspicious day to proceed, but don't know if it is true.
Marshall felt amused and said, "Savor, you are dizzy. Fighting is fighting, relying on bravery and correct tactical command. Have you seen which war was won by divination? If divination is a good day You can win the battle, then you have to do what the commander does."
Saffron's red neck was embarrassing, and he also felt that his statement was too crap. Unexpectedly, St. Iss got up and said to everyone: "Saffer is right, because it is more auspicious and more prosperous to fight this battle next year. I decided to postpone the deadline for full-scale war."
Everyone except Freed was dumbfounded at the scene. Saffron was happy because he guessed the right reason, but like everyone else, he couldn't believe it and asked in a small voice, "Holy Emperor, are you serious?"
Freed, who stood in front of the throne, looked at the dumbfounded people, with a slightly contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth. As a general of a country, he knew that war is not related to choosing a good time. A good warrior should use every environmental factor to fight for himself, and the so-called divination is actually to calculate the climate on that day. , Is it raining or snowing? Or thunder and lightning floods? Choosing a time when the weather environment is more beneficial to one's own battles can often have a double effect. In the battle of the Sacred Devil, he took advantage of Philip Ruhr’s unfamiliarity with the autumn rains in the Volcan region and successfully reversed it.
St. Issaid was undecided, but said: "I set the period of full-scale war for next year for three reasons. The first is to fight for the final time for the recovery of the Lord of Sands. The second is to test our true enemy holy garden. "
"Holy Garden!"
"Yes, we really want to subvert the whole continent. Our biggest enemy is not a country, but a holy garden." Saint Is said: "Do you know why I agreed to let you kill the local royal family? If we just subverted here The regime, the Holy Garden will not be shot, because the three countries of Moyue, Saint Vikya, and Debiles will firmly oppose the insertion of the Holy Garden."
"Why is this?" Marshall asked in a puzzled way: "The Holy Garden has always acted in the name of so-called justice. If the power of a country is overturned, if the Holy Garden helps, it is reasonable to say that these three powers should strongly support it. , In case one day things fall on one's own head, there is also a place for assistance. Why would they object?"
St. Essie glanced at her and said, "You don't need to know why, because this is the struggle for power. Even the Holy Garden has boundaries that can never be crossed. And war requires sacrifice, regardless of whether some people will war The justice is packed, the necessary sacrifice is the doomed result. I do not like this hypocritical justice, so the slaughter of the royal family is my victim, and it is the victim I used to test the bottom line of the holy garden."
He continued: "As long as the war starts, in any case, the Holy Garden will eventually be our biggest enemy. Instead of waiting for a comprehensive decision with the Holy Garden and other countries at that time, it is better to lead him out and find out his strength. Cut off his arm!" He paused, glanced at everyone, and then said: "This is the second reason, and the third. I have been observing the movement of the sky, stars and stones for many years, in February next year. , A star will fall from the sky and fall to the earth, causing a huge disaster. This will be the best opportunity we can use."
Everyone stunned, it turned out to be the reason! !
If a meteorite falls to the ground, the disaster-stricken area will inevitably fall into a catastrophe, and the entire continent will be busy investing a lot of manpower, financial resources, and material resources in disaster relief. This is indeed a huge wedge machine for the creation of the creation king. But... but the damage is too great.
Seeing everyone's dignified expression, St. Essie smiled lightly: "So all you have to do now is to follow the command of Marshal Fried and follow the steps as planned. Your doubts are lifted."
Marshall said: "In any case, we will fully implement your plan of the Holy Emperor. Before the holy war begins, we will solidly attack the mainland."
"Holy Emperor, please rest assured." Fried and Berwick said in unison.
Saint Is nodded: "Very well, I should leave." He turned and disappeared from the palace.
...
In the dark abyss of the Black Forest, a man, a lamp, reflected in his pale face, shouted a name that no one answered: "Gurondo... Gurondo..."
The sound seemed to be gassy and powerless, like floating ghosts, with a frosty cold.
"...Gurondo...Gurondo..." cried endlessly, his pale face twisted and twisted, and then floated to the mid-air of a dozen meters, and then fell to the ground again, like a piece of white paper clinging to the ground.
Suddenly, one foot stepped on the pale face of the ground, and then came a scream: "The blast, you have endless, scared me once, and want to scare me a second time? It's boring to go to your mother, you Can you play some adult games!"
The face that was stomped on the ground was turned into a light breeze floating in the air and slowly condensed into shape. The blast was holding the lamp with one hand and rubbing his face with one hand. He gritted his teeth and said: "Grandma, you dare to step on me, I’m your boss. Okay, it hurts to me."
"Let's come!" a man with yellow hair, pointed nose, and an explosive head, that is, Gurondo in the mouth of the wind, did not fear his boss, shouting: "You are a boring guy, is there anything new? The thing that makes me feel uneasy when pulling the shit, I fucking!"
The wind was not enough, pointing at Gurondo's nose and cursing: "I'll pull your sister! Shit for 20 minutes. Are you constipated or too small, do you want me to find a stick for your pestle. Damn, I I've been waiting for you for twenty minutes, and I'm not bored to death if I don't find something to do."
The two men stared at each other, their noses against their noses, and they looked like they would not lose to each other. Just at this moment, there was a sudden noise above the head. The two points quickly separated, looking at the top, and the wind asked: "What sound?"
"It's the sound of a broken tree branch, it seems that something has fallen." Gurondo said, quickly evading a few steps: "It should have fallen from the fall of Warcraft. Let him go."
"Wait, wait." Blowing ears listened carefully and waved: "No, it seems that someone has fallen."
Gurondo didn't believe it and said, "It's so late, how could someone fall from it? You must have heard it wrong."
"No, no, there are people." Blowwind listened carefully again: "And there are more than one, there are two. What?'Never...Don't...'" His face changed and he shouted: "Not good , Someone committed suicide!"
"What should I do then?" Gu Rondo immediately became anxious when he heard someone committing suicide. He heard the sound of falling and was not far above his head. As soon as the spirit moved, he quickly picked up his hand to pick it up.
Fortunately, the blast also shot in time, and as soon as the arm lifted, a girl dropped him full of arms: "Fortunately, fortunately, it was fortunately caught. Eh, Gurondo, how about you?" Just before him Gurondo disappeared in a flash.
At this time, the ground heard Gurundo moaning and scolding voice: "Blast, you are a big liar! Didn't you say it was two people? Why am I picking a bear?"
The wind blasted the lights and saw Gurondo pressed down by a black bear.
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