Chapter 1118: ?Warcraft

Su Ming moved his neck. He felt that when the Weishan Emperor phantom flashed in the void just now, it seemed as if Hoggs glared at him. Is it an illusion?
It should be an illusion, the tiger's eyes are round all the time, or else it's called a hanging tiger.
He took out a lighter to light the prince and the chief executive, and smiled and patted their shoulders: "The agreement is also signed, so everyone is their own. Let's talk, how do you want to put down this rebellion? You like gentleness. A little bit more brutal?"
Jason is very unfamiliar with tobacco, which is a special product of the earth. He took a deep breath like a death knell, choking and coughing, and the boss quickly patted him on the back.
It took him a long time to wipe away his tears, and then slowly came over: "Is it gentle and rough in war?"
"Faced with such a situation, I have more than ten kinds of plans to solve it, but I want you to choose, unless you don't like having the right to choose." Su Ming took out the wine again and motioned for the two to find a place to sit. Speak slowly, the global war on the ground does not end so quickly: "The first time you saw me today, it is probably because you are not familiar with my style. Let's put it this way. Generally, my enemies have only three kinds of endings Euthanasia, tragic death, dead end."
"Aren't these all deaths?" The chief executive asked the same question, he really didn't understand the difference between these deaths?
Su Ming smiled slightly and nodded slowly: "You are right, the result is all death, but the process is different. What does Prince Jason plan to do with these rebels? Is to strip them off and hang them on the orbital space station. Or cut them all into pieces to feed the fish? Use bones to fill the sea to make land?"
Jason froze and smiled awkwardly and politely: "It doesn't sound too...gentle."
"Gentle, yes." Su Ming immediately came up with a new plan: "Spartacus has four satellite celestial bodies, that is, four moons. I can find someone to project large-scale illusions on the moon. These people on the moon will be deeply hypnotized and enter the dimension of dreams. They can't wake up physically anymore and die without pain. I call this the'Eyes of the Moon' plan, how about it? Isn't it gentle?"
Kama Taj doesn't have a mage who can do this, but one of the dimensional lords of the split realm, the nightmare representing "dream" can do it.
Although the nightmare was also pitted last time, he did not pay and suffered no loss. At most, he just ran for nothing. Su Ming was sure to negotiate another condition with him.
Let Spartacus open its faith, this is definitely not a useless job, but a trading interface opened up for the demons in advance. As long as you wait patiently and wait for the sorcerer to appear in Spartacus, then whoever is the main of faith here will get the most profit in terms of transaction costs.
This is a planet with nearly tens of billions of people. Even if this condition is placed in front of an old fox like Mephisto, he will not be tempted.
Jason has paid more bargaining chips unknowingly than he realized...
"This, illusion? Will it hurt civilians?" Jason frowned, he had an unpredictable premonition for this plan.
Su Ming nodded very candidly: "Magic of this scale must be irrespective of the enemy and us, but it doesn't matter. When the war goes on the next day, most civilians should hide in the room or basement and tremble, and they can see the moon when they go out. Seven out of ten are not good people."
He looked at the distant planet through the cockpit. This planet is really like the earth. From the universe, the sea emits blue and shining light. It surrounds the emerald-like continents, with red flowers from time to time. Explosion blooms.
very beautiful.
"..." Jason was speechless, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly. What kind of thinking is this?
The veteran is very aware of words and opinions, and he immediately expressed his inner thoughts for the prince: "No, this plan is too crazy. Even if one person is accidentally injured, we will have conscience uneasy, let alone thousands."
"Oh, okay, I'm just such a nice person, so I will give you a chance to pick and choose." Su Ming sat down and knocked on the table with a bottle of wine: "But I have to remind you, this may be the best A quick way."
The boss was silent, he just raised his head and looked at the prince beside him. Only the future emperor had the right to decide on such matters.
Jason's face changed for a while, then his expression became firm, his hands pressed on the cold tabletop in front of him:
"Any other plans? I can't sacrifice innocent people for my throne."
Su Ming took out a cup, filled the wine glass with brownish-red liquid, and slipped the wine glass into their hands on the metal table. The slightly dim light in the cabin made his armor reflect unknown light.
"Of course there are plans, but I am afraid that it will be much slower to achieve results, that is, we send a mysterious army to join this proxy war." He looked a little helpless and reluctant, but showed his emotions on his face. Be honest.
The gin, who had been drunk by the side, pursed his mouth, and tolerated the smile.
She knew that he was only revealing the fox tail now, and he went off in person. This should be his favorite story.
There are many reasons why Death Knell wants to participate in this war, but one of them is to play a game with the Kerry Empire and the Shia Empire, and at the same time make the Galaxy Council that look down on the earth disgraced.
If things end too quickly, where is the fun?
The poor Spartans are kept in the dark, do you really think that the Supreme Master will do universal charity? They are not eligible to enjoy the various choices mentioned by the death knell. The future of this planet is already doomed...
Jason, who knew nothing, looked dazed. He took the glass and did not rush to drink, but scratched his hair: "What is the mysterious side of the army? I didn't understand you when you said magic before, your translation I'm afraid the device is a little behind."
"Magic is a manifestation of borrowing power from high-level energy entities in the universe. The caster connects himself with the demons through specific short-lived rituals, and releases the borrowed cosmic energy to destroy enemies or protect themselves." Su Ming said This is a more understandable statement, of course, this is not comprehensive: "And the mysterious side of the army, such as the corpse that will walk on its own to kill the enemy, the devil with long horns on its head and the whole body burning, etc., and other unnatural existences."
The chief executive drank the wine in the glass first, and after he was sure it was safe, he let the prince quench his thirst. He took the bottle and said at the same time: "I have heard about the existence of these monsters before, but I didn’t expect it to be true. You can control it. Will these monster army harm our people?"
Su Ming picked up the wine glass and touched him: "Don't worry, the army of the undead is definitely the most obedient army in the universe. It is silent and efficient. It does not require logistics and is not afraid of any sacrifices. Although some people regard the undead as evil, but The use of undead is just a means. Why use them, and what kind of purpose you want to achieve, these are things that should be paid attention to."
Jason thought for a moment, and nodded convincingly: "Your wisdom is unmatched. Just follow the plan you said."
"Very good, but the appearance of skeletons and zombies on the street is still a bit scary. In order not to frighten the children, the undead army needs to be disguised. Look at the map. Where is the location of your military uniforms before?"
"I know this, let me go." The chief executive is equivalent to the kingdom's chief steward, not to mention other places, at least he still knows the material reserves of the capital.
He immediately zoomed in on the planet map with his fingers, locked the location of the capital, and marked the locations one by one.
Su Ming just took a glance and took it all down.
If it is a human army fighting, then fighting deep behind enemy lines is very dangerous. But the army of the undead is different. Spreading death will naturally bloom from the largest city center.
It's a pity that his army of undead comes from the black lamp, and it would be better if it had a contagious virus.
When the Shia Empire and the Kerry Empire were planning to cultivate agents, thinking that they were playing StarCraft, Su Ming directly sacrificed the undead and played Warcraft with them. Everyone was confused.
The several empires that entered the arena basically followed the technological route, and they knew nothing about the power of magic and rules. The undead army could not be more suitable at this time.
The entire planet is a battlefield, and there is no shortage of everything except corpses.
.........
When the capital of the Spartan Empire fell into darkness, the fighting still showed no signs of stopping. The two factions, already red-eyed, were engaged in the most intense street fighting in the city.
From time to time, you can see fireworks-like explosions, or energy beams that cut through the sky, and there are simply more flying vehicles above your head than there are mosquitoes under the earth’s street lights.
They hovered and chased in the air, not only sending others to death, but also facing the same fate.
Su Ming has long understood why ‘Death’ activates his black lamp ring, and the answer is simple.
He was taken as a spokesperson for the death of another world.
He who has another breath of death is the first choice for that woman in Wade's mind to spread death and harvest soul.
She used to be Thanos, but now she wants to use herself.
Using the power of the deceased to be given the death knell, she said it was a gift and a gift, but how can there be any benefits in the world for no reason? Just because I sent Wade to reunite with her? Not at all.
Death is too human, then she has her own plan
His little cousin was mentally ill, and none of the women he looked for was not mentally ill.
However, she was close to calculating the death knell.
Give her some sweetness first, when the time comes...
"This is the cemetery on the outskirts of the capital. People who have died in the past thousands of years are buried here." The chief took the death knell and a group of people, took advantage of the night, and landed on a wilderness in a spaceship completely obscured by illusion.
The night will not provide any help to the concealment. The support a group of people can use to walk on the road is the illusion released by the gin wine.
Su Ming looked at the dense tombstones and couldn't see the side at a glance in the dark night. He nodded in satisfaction: "Congratulations, you didn't choose cremation or space funerals. Burying your dead relatives left you a huge fortune."
"Cremation? Space funeral?" Jason asked the chief executive with some doubts. When he came to the cemetery in the middle of the night, he still felt cold all over his body. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and looked around from time to time.
The veteran lowered his head slightly and explained in a low voice: "Interstellar predators have a custom of throwing dead companions into space, along with some things that the deceased likes during his lifetime, which is a very barbaric custom. As for cremation... ...I do not know either."
"Cremation is a custom on the earth. The corpses of the dead relatives are transported to a designated place to be burned into ashes, and then the ashes are collected for worship." While walking towards the center of the cemetery, Su Ming patiently explained to his alien allies~EbookFREE.me ~ It seems that the rebels have no interest in the cemetery. There is no sign of war here.
Well, it can be seen that the Spartans have no custom of burial objects, otherwise the dead would not be affected by the war.
"Hey!" Jason and the general manager shook their heads together. The old man's face showed an incredible expression, and he murmured: "Why burn the corpse of a loved one? Is it just for preservation?"
"It's too dark." Jason also felt a little unacceptable. It was miserable to die, so why burn him with fire?
Gin walked beside Su Ming, she turned her head and replied: "Asgard also has a similar custom. Put the dead on a small boat, push the boat into the sea, and then ignite it with a fired bow. The funerary includes fine wine. Weapons, sometimes a horse."
Jason's master and servant can only show awkward and polite smiles on their faces, and they still can't accept alien customs.
Su Ming took off the armor of one hand and concentrated on the black lamp ring: "Every country has different customs. What we have to do is to seek common ground while reserving differences. As for why we should burn the body, you will soon understood......"