Chapter 1292: Crowned

Although the undead was only a few words, the heart of Lich Enes became cold in an instant. m
The high priest was wise and resolute, and acted fairly. There is always a reward for merit, but this means that any mistake must be punished~!
Although it is publicized that the high priest takes care of his people like a loving father, but in fact, he controls the immortal, spiritual flash, and thunder flash tribes. If there is no iron and blood wrist, how could it be possible to live in the arrogant soldiers and the cold Cruel, dark creature that feeds on flesh and blood.
Lich Enes clearly knew how the high priest punishes those who betrayed him, went against his will, or made mistakes.
At this moment, everything that was said from the mysterious undead beside him was the most serious accusation.
Once these charges are confirmed, what awaits him will be the severest punishment, which means that he cannot survive or die.
The Lich Enes hurriedly defended himself: "Master Qi, always... Liberati has been in charge. I...I..."
The high priest was stern, unable to see any expression, and slowly said, "Did Mr. Hardu draw any lessons?"
Hardu nodded unhurriedly and said: "First of all, the enemy is unknown. Our people lack a detailed understanding and mastery of the route.
Due to the long-distance raid, the coordinates are unknown. It also flew in the wrong direction in the middle, and it took half a day to deviate from the target. In the raid, this was a fatal mistake.
During the march, the queue was scattered, and there was no sense of combat that might be ambushed by the enemy. No outpost was sent to guard. No team was assigned to cover the flanks.
Therefore, after a sudden attack by the Fengye Danlin people, the team became a mess. The people outside just fled, but the people inside didn't know that the enemy had rushed over. This was another serious mistake. "
Lich Enes lowered his head in horror and glanced at Hadu secretly, only to realize that in the whole process, the man who was called by the high priest as Mr. It is possible that he has always stayed in his team, and he didn't even know it beforehand.
It seems that the high priest is really worried about them.
The undead high priest pursed his mouth, nodded slowly, and said coldly: "Anything else?"
Hardu sighed softly. Then he continued: "The second is intelligence errors.
Before the war began, our people had no knowledge of Fengye Danlin's war fortress, and we took it for granted that we used our own war fortress performance to match the performance of the enemy's war fortress.
After the war began, it was discovered that the performance of the enemy's war fortress far exceeded ours.
Their speed is faster, their attack power is stronger, and even their defenses are stronger.
Some of us were even frightened by the enemy, and when we saw the enemy chasing us, we left our comrades behind and ran away. So that the enemy arbitrarily interspersed in our ranks, as if into no one. "
The high priest's face grew more and more gloomy.
But Hardu seemed to have not noticed the slightest, and continued to say incessantly: "In addition, there is another reason.
When formulating the offensive plan, he did not expect the power of the Maple Leaf Danlin Magic Tower to rush into the range of the Magic Cannon and be killed by a single shot.
After that, he was trembling again. Don't say it's an offense, I don't even dare to approach. "
Having said that, Hadu shook his head regretfully. Tut twice, as if to regret.
Hardu's words sounded like knives, piercing the hearts of the liches present, pointing them directly at them for being unwise and timid.
I just didn't point to the nose and scold them as a bunch of pure rice buckets~!
The high priest's face became more and more ugly.
On the one hand, he was angry at the incompetence of the Lich Enes and Liberati. He entrusted such an important task to them, that is, he thought that they were not bad enough to do this important task, but he did not expect that these two people would not be at all. Used in.
Not only did Feng Ye Danlin fail to defeat, but he actually lost one-fifth of his troops, a complete defeat.
And on the other hand. Hearing Hadu's accusations, the high priest also felt a little harsh.
Liches are all his younger brothers. They are the backbone of his rule over the undead and the Semitic. To say that the liches are incompetent and timid is equivalent to saying that his boss is not that good, and he brings a group of trash brothers.
Fortunately, there are no outsiders here. Although the high priest felt uncomfortable, he listened patiently.
"Finally, it was improper command," Hardu glanced at the Lich Enes unexplainedly, and said: "An accident on the battlefield is normal. It's not terrible. As long as the commander adjusts the tactical response in real time, it's okay, especially if you have In the case of superior forces.
but……"
Hardu pondered.
The high priest waved his hand graciously and said, "Sir, it doesn't matter."
Hardu said: "In the event of emergencies, the leader's command did not make any adjustments, and he did not even assume his own command responsibilities, just fighting on his own.
After being raided by the enemy, he was angry and irrational, leaving the brigade and attacking the enemy's position desperately, resulting in being killed at the beginning of the war. "
Hadu sighed, shook his head, and said: "Because there is no good middle and lower-level command, after losing the commander, they will not regroup, but fight separately.
On the other hand, Maple Leaf Danlin has advanced equipment, proper tactical organization, joint operations in groups, orderly advance and retreat, and integrated offense and defense..."
Everyone's faces became more and more ugly with Hadu's voice, which was to belittle them for nothing.
The high priest's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he glanced at the Lich Enes, saw his crying face, looked down at the floor, and couldn't help but sneer.
Anyone who is familiar with the high priest knows that the high priest is murderous.
The silence in the hall is like a thousand-year-old tomb.
Unconsciously, people were all far away from Enes, for fear that in the next second, when the high priest made a murder, he would be affected by his powerful technique.
Enes was extremely unwilling at this time: "It's really not bad for me. Even if I go with another person, I can't do better than me."
but……
But when he left, the high priest had deep expectations for them, and gave them so many war fortresses. As a result, they lost one-fifth of their troops.
No matter what this responsibility is, he can't escape.
But seeing the cold gaze of the high priest, Enes felt a sorrow in his heart. He glanced at Hadu very bitterly, then closed his eyes and bowed his head deeply. Just silently waiting for the arrival of death.
At this moment, Hardu suddenly chuckled, then pointed to the Lich Enes, and said: "Thanks to this master. After the death of the original commander, at the critical moment of critical survival, he bravely stood Came out and assumed the responsibility of commander-in-chief.
In the case of unsuccessful fighting for a long time, the timely and decisive order to retreat has avoided more serious losses. "
Lich Enes couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at Hardu in surprise, almost unable to believe that this was true.
That guy actually excused himself. I'm saved now~!
It's just that the lich Enes has another suspicion: Why did Hardu want to excuse him?
The high priest also froze for a moment, and said in a bit of surprise: "So, Enes still has merit?"
Hardu nodded affirmatively, and said: "This master's handling is timely and decisive, and should be commended."
The high priest's complexion became a little better, and finally his subordinates didn't shame all of his face, but showed a little bit of bright spot.
Although this bright spot is not worthy of praise, it is better than all fools.
Lich Enes secretly looked at the expression of the high priest. Knowing that he had walked around the ghost gate and was pulled back by Hadu, he gave Hadu a grateful look. Secretly said: This buddy is still on the road. I have to give him a big gift to look back.
The high priest snorted coldly, and said, "In that case, Liberati will take the blame, Enes."
Lich Enes hurriedly bowed and said respectfully: "Yes, sir."
"I will give you the task of destroying the Maple Leaf Danlin. I will give you two weeks. Tell me what you need." The high priest's voice was quite gentle.
But then, the tone suddenly tightened, and he said sternly: "If you can't complete the task, Liberati is your role model."
Lich Enes said in panic, "Yes, sir, I will do my best to ensure that your mission is completed."
"Do it well," the high priest stepped forward, touching the top of Lich Enes' head with his hand. Said: "There is no one under me who understands war. I hope you can be an exception."
Hardu was aside, took a closer look at the high priest and the Lich Enes, opened his mouth to talk, but closed his mouth in the end.
Seeing Enes's fearful appearance, the high priest shook his head helplessly, regretting that although he had many men, he could be trusted too much. There are many outstanding generals of the Semi, but there is no one he can trust. It seems that there are so many talents under his command, but when they are really used, they can't find one.
Even if the big one is pulled out of the radish pile, the one pulled out is a crooked melon.
For a moment, a frightening suspicion flashed in his heart: Could it be that my path is really wrong...
But this thought was so terrible that it disappeared into the depths of his mind without waiting for him to realize it.
At this moment, someone walked over and whispered something in the ear of the high priest.
The high priest was taken aback, then looked up at the sky, patted the Lich Enes on the shoulder, and smiled: "Come with me, let's go to the celebration of Emperor De Rossi's enthronement."
With that said, go out first.
A group of liches looked at each other, and then walked a few steps, all closely following the high priest. Walk out together.
Hadu looked at their backs, shook his head and sighed: Although he summed up so much just now, the fundamental problem with the whole thing lies with the high priest himself. He let a group of mages lead the war, which is a mistake in itself. Huge mistake~!
This kind of thing should be done by professional generals.
An experienced general will not make the mistake of fighting last night.
But after spending some time in the Semitic, Hadu knew in his heart that this was the only choice for the high priest, and he and the Semitic nobles looked like a stranger.
Royal nobles have only fear of the high priest, but no respect.
The nobles have little interest in war.
Fighting is nothing more than stealing money, things, and women.
As long as they searched from their own people, they can easily get these things, meet all their needs, and live comfortably.
And because of the war together. All their slaves and farmers have to go to the battlefield and serve as cannon fodder. The wealth in their hands has shrunk greatly. So many people hate war.
This situation is extremely dangerous, because hating the next step in war is hating the person who started the war.
In this situation, the high priest naturally did not worry about putting the most powerful force in his hands. In the hands of ordinary Semitic people.
What's more, those arrogant Liches and Necromancers would not follow the orders of a Semitic.
The lich would rather defeat the war, and would not change this.
In their eyes, the Semites are just slaves of their undead race. The only role is to work and serve them.
Just like the caste system in a magical country, a low caste can never override a high caste.
This root cause is too complicated to go deep, but it is certain that the effects of dark spells and immortality on character are important reasons.
Hardu lags far behind, following the people slowly into the palace hall, seeing the familiar human layout style in front of him, Hardu will inevitably feel a little emotional.
He is not like a lich yet. Because living for too long has forgotten everything in his lifetime.
Seeing the familiar architectural styles and furnishings in front of me, I can vividly remember the life of decades.
The magnificent decoration of the main hall of the palace.
The gorgeous crystal chandelier above the head is as brilliant and beautiful as the Milky Way under the magic light source.
The orange glass wall lamp was placed a full circle along the wall, revealing the subtleties of the wide hall.
There is a big red carpet on the ground, and a flag with a golden tulip pattern on a blue background is hung on the front wall facing the gate.
It is the family crest of the De Rossi family.
At this moment it has become the national flag of the New De Rossi Empire.
In front of the flag is a large throne, luxuriously cast of pure gold and inlaid with countless precious stones. Under the shining of the light, it reflected a dreamlike light.
Under the throne, there is another golden chair.
This position is a bit strange, usually alone in the chair where the king sits. It belongs to the seat of the acting regent.
Just like the high priest, his seat in the Semitic palace is under the throne, but this throne has been empty for more than a thousand years.
At this moment, a large group of human officials and nobles gathered in the gorgeous hall, they gathered together to whisper.
The high-pitched and passionate classic movements of the band players.
It's just that the faces of these human aristocratic officials are not pretty, and they just pretend to laugh.
The men's expressions were as hard as zombies, with hard smiles on their mouths, fear and anxiety in their eyes, and they looked dodgy at the Semitic, Lich, and Dark Mage on the other side.
Although the woman is dressed in gorgeous court clothes, she wears dazzling gem jewelry, and wears a popular updo hairstyle. Their faces were painted and powdered, but they couldn't conceal their pale and frightened expressions.
Judging from their appearance, they are not so much court guests, but rather a group of lambs about to enter the slaughterhouse.
The young and handsome Emperor De Rossi is dressed in a bright red fur cloak, a tailored suit, and a chic and beautiful military-style imperial robe. A ceremonial sword was slung around his waist, with a charming smile on his face, showing the grace of a nobleman.
De Rossi was laughing happily with his officials, but in fact, only De Rossi was laughing, and everyone else was dealing with it carefully.
On the other side of the hall stood a group of Semitic officers. They were separated from the human nobles by a red carpet in the middle.
Here, the Semitic generals are looking at the humans on the opposite side with a sneer, with the undisguised arrogance of the conqueror and the mockery of the loser on their faces.
The Dark Mage is self-contained, leaving the two groups as an independent small group, indifferent to them.
The crowd was divided into three parts, the atmosphere in the hall was weird, and there was no joy at all that a real celebration should have.
Seeing the high priest leading the loyal liches into the hall, De Rossi dropped the people around him and immediately greeted him.
Before he came to the front, he laughed loudly and said loudly: "Welcome to the high priest. I don't miss you the high priest all the time, thank you, and praise you."
He said that De Rossi bowed deeply and performed the most solemn etiquette of a nobleman when he met the king. His upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and his attitude was very good.
There was a burst of laughter among the Semitic crowd.
The high priest stretched out his hand and stroked the top of De Rossi's head, smiling relievedly: "Don't be polite, today belongs to your holiday."
When the human nobles saw the legendary undead high priest like a god, they were all stunned.
They had different expressions, some were surprised, some sighed, some were envious, but they were more fearful, fear of the high priest himself.
The continuous propaganda of the Holy See for a thousand years has solidified the horrible image of the high priest and the undead race in people's minds.
They are evil, cruel, inhuman, and unreasonable. The only way to deal with them is to throw them all into the flames to purify them.
Even though they were mentally prepared before attending the celebration, everyone was trembling with fright. The man and the woman supported each other to prevent their feet from falling down.
The palace chief licked his lips, suppressed the fear in his heart, and waved to the band.
The music changed immediately ~EbookFREE.me~ The solemn march sounded.
De Rossi held the high priest's arm intimately, half of his body behind, bowed slightly, and assisted the high priest toward the throne slowly, as if he was supporting his godfather.
The high priest and De Rossi walked to the throne, and the palace chief came forward. He held a gold plate in both hands, then fell to his knees and lifted the gold plate above his head with both hands and sent it to the dead high priest.
In the plate is a tall and magnificent crown. A diamond with the size of an egg only moments from the front is rare in the world. A pure gold cast crown looks extremely heavy.
It makes people wonder whether wearing this on the top of the head will break the neck.
De Rossi gave an elegant salute, stepped back and knelt down in front of the high priest.
Facing the thousands of guests in the hall, the undead high priest held the heavy golden crown in both hands, slowly buckled it on top of De Rossi, and said loudly: "In the name of the devil, I, Feng Carter, De Rossi Emperor De Rossi." RS
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