: The first nineteen thirty-nine is where the long sword is.

Are you scared?
Oster is really scared.
Alex slashed Sean's hand and even Bruno killed. Now it's impeccable to say he came to kill him.
"Alex, you and I have no grievances and enemies, and we have fought against the devil together. Why did you kill me? Even if your strength soars, but what is the difference between such actions and the devil?" Oster said in a deep voice. , And took a half step back, keeping others in front of him.
McGonagall looked at Oster with a blink of an eye and smiled. He didn't really want to kill Oster when he went out today, but he just happened to meet him.
Dare to compete wildly with the Los Empire in recent years, Oster, besides having a bad brain, can also be regarded as a hero.
When coaching the Northwest Allied Forces, Alex and Oster were already enemies. Since he gradually became famous, the Orcs have not taken advantage of the Northwestern Front. Oster hated him.
This is mostly because he would abandon the old complaints and join forces with Qiao Xiu to set up the board and participate in the ambush that rainy night.
Today's ambush was clearly directed against Connie. He didn't wait until Connie, but he didn't know whether they should be lucky or unfortunate.
The atmosphere was a little tense, and the orcs looked at McGonagall with nervous expressions.
Although they have six tenth-level orc strongmen and dozens of eighty-nine strongmen, McGonagall has only one.
But that's how it is, and it still makes them feel more stressed.
You know, just yesterday, McGonagall broke through the combined attack of the six tenth-level strongmen and broke Sean's arm.
The so-called number advantage is only ridiculous in front of absolute strength.
"Today I will save your life and give you a chance to participate in the peace conference." McGonagall looked at Oster and said in a cold voice.
Oster's throat rolled a little, and he swallowed back the cruel words that came to his mouth, although Alex's words and tone made him feel a sense of mercy and mercy. Feeling lucky.
"Here, after all, it is the territory of my orc race."
"My sword is wherever I go," McGonagall said calmly.
"Withdraw!" Oster turned around and stepped on the side of the flying mount, leading the orcs away in a hurry.
On pretending, he must admit that he lost.
McGonagall watched the mighty orcs disappear into the sky, and then flew in the direction of the Fake tribe in Azi.
It's not that he can't kill Oster, and Oster with a broken arm is much worse than Bruno, not an enemy of his sword.
As for the five orcs, although they are also at level ten, they are not comparable to Sean’s six ten-level strongmen who have been specially trained in combined strikes. As long as he is fast enough, it will not cause him much effective obstruction.
Oster's pig brain, he has other arrangements.
Although they are also war enthusiasts, Orc led by Oster and the Los Empire have irreconcilable contradictions. Once the war restarts, there will be a battle between the two.
From the point of view that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, Oster is now more valuable than alive.
As long as Oster is alive, the orc tribes along the northwest of the Los Empire will resolutely resist the Los Empire and curb their expansion.
If Oster is dead, it will be difficult for a leader like him to appear in the Orc in a short period of time, and Connie will not be able to do it. A scattered orc tribe will be bad.
McGonagall made a circle above the Fak tribe, making sure that he did not sense the breath of Rex, and his expression was a bit weird, whispering: "Is it Connie who is flying the flying mount this time?"
Oster and others have dispersed, the crisis of ambush has been lifted, and McGonagall returned straight to the city of chaos.
"Boss, what a coincidence! We just arrived in the city of chaos, and we just came to the restaurant to eat." McGonagall just arrived at the door of the restaurant, Connie sprang out from the side, looking at McGonagall with excitement.
"Where did you come from?" McGonagall looked at Connie and Rex behind him, his expression inexplicable.
He just came back all the way and did not see them.
"Hey, of course I came from the tribe, and today I flew the big white bird to the city of chaos. Landing accurately, is it very powerful." Connie said with some complacency.
"That's very powerful indeed." McGonagall nodded, but if there was a sense of direction, it wouldn't be lost at the door.
With such a thought, the group of Oster was really bitter. When he encountered such a wonderful flower, even the ambush became a random event.
"If it weren't for the bird to recognize the way, we should blow the sea breeze on the Alcatraz island now." Rex calmed down.
Connie blushed a little, and said with a dim sum: "Master, obviously I gave it directions!"
"Come in, I just went out and haven't eaten yet." McGonagall opened the door with a smile and led the two into the restaurant.
"Boss, why did you go? Why did you ask for leave again?" Connie asked, curiously following.
"I went out to get the material, and I am thinking about what new product I want to put on." McGonagall thought that she had also been perfectly avoided by her. For a killer, he did not know whether this ability was considered superpower. Close the door and watch. The two are right: "What do you want to eat?"
"We will have a meeting in the city's main palace in a moment, and it's okay to have a simple meal." Connie smiled with a simple expression on his face: "Otherwise, let's start with a hundred kebabs and ten skewers?"
"Buddha jumping over the wall... is it not easy to do now?" Rex groaned.
McGonagall glanced at Rex's thick hair. Could it be that he wanted another treatment for consolidation?
But speaking of it, this is really a perfect match for mentoring.
"Grilled skewers are no problem, but the Buddha jumping over the wall really can't do it now, or don't worry about leaving after you have finished, and come to eat tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." McGonagall said with a smile.
"Okay." Rex nodded. "Come tomorrow."
McGonagall went upstairs and changed her clothes, and went downstairs into the kitchen to cook.
Speaking of which he went out in the morning till now, he came back halfway to drink a glass of water, and he hadn't had time to eat even lunch.
"Boss, do you know that there will be a peace meeting tomorrow?" Connie said as she swallowed while standing at the door of the kitchen, watching the McGonagare skewers.
"Well, I heard." McGonagall nodded.
"I'm an important participant." Connie patted her chest.
McGonagall glanced at her, the little beast earmother who was timid and ignorant when she first met, and she already had a somewhat queen-like breath on her body.
Of course, it was only when she stayed quietly that she could feel a little vaguely.
Moreover, she has already begun to participate in things that can affect the situation on the entire continent. This change was unpredictable by him.
He just picked up a beast ear girl and went home.
"That must be done well." McGonagall smiled and handed her a handful of freshly lamb skewers.
"Aung, of course." Connie took the lamb skewers and bit off a piece of lamb, with a sweet and contented smile on her face.