There is a group of false nobles in the southwest peninsula. They believe in money and like to make deals with the devil. They hope that the next holy war can cleanse their souls and turn the ridiculous city-state into dust.
——"Zhongting Geography"
In Lan Gu City, the coalition forces began to bombard the city with magic cannons for three consecutive days after arriving here. Xia Lan looked at this scene and sighed that these guys were really rich.
The things in the Goblin Valley are not only expensive, but also not cheap to use. If you want to use them for three days, you have to sell all the people of Faox together to be able to afford them.
Fortunately, he was smart and stole a lot of good things from these wealthy people, so the trip was worthwhile.
Those followers who joined the coalition forces without resources or background also gained a lot of benefits. Not only did their strength grow rapidly with the help of the coalition forces' resources, but they also made a fortune from the spoils of war on the battlefield.
But no matter what, the blacksmith must be strong himself. The Sixth Brigade has stepped up training to improve its strength during the past few days in preparation for the upcoming siege.
"Brother Xia Lan, are you in the mood for a drink?"
For some reason, the Son of God Linshuang has been very attentive to Xia Lan recently, which has left him confused.
Xia Lan was taking a nap in the military tent when Feng walked in carrying two bottles of wine.
The coalition is a large alliance. The major forces can obey orders, but they will never hand over the military law and trial power of killing people. They will handle such matters internally.
The Sixth Brigade has three top forces squeezed together, and no one will care about "drinking during wartime".
"Brother Feng, just tell me what you have to say."
Xia Lan asked the Son of God Lin Shuang to sit down. This guy was a smiling tiger. He would never come to the temple without a reason. After wasting so much time on him, he must have something to ask him.
The Frost God poured a glass of wine and asked tentatively, "I wonder if Mu Ye is still hiring?"
Xia Lan was stunned. She didn't expect that a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also betray your religion.
Seeing that Xia Lan might have misunderstood, the Frost God quickly added: "It is the Frost Church that joined the Night Alliance."
"Oh~"
Xia Lan touched his chin, took a sip of the wine brought by the Frost God Son, and said, "Brother Feng, since you want to join Muye, I believe you understand the rules. The Frost Church may lose something."
Mu Ye is not that easy to join. It is almost a force rather than an alliance, and the relationships within it are very complicated.
Since the Blasphemous Rebellion seven hundred years ago, the grudges and hatreds of the Arcane Council have led to today's night.
The Church of Truth was able to join because it was just an empty shell. Of course, it had to rely on the powerful forces to acquire it. From a small family workshop to a branch of a large group, it saved many years of detours.
As for the fact that the Church of Truth is no longer a complete and independent force, Xia Lan said that it is none of his business and that it is something that the Lord of Truth and the next Pope should be concerned about.
The Frost God poured another glass of wine and said, "Brother Xia Lan is a person favored by God, so I believe he can have a say in Mu Ye.
The Frost Church will certainly stand with Mu Ye, but we are still the state religion of the Frost Empire, so it is impossible for us to completely open up to Mu Ye."
Xia Lan understood. He wanted to eat but didn't want to wash the dishes. He didn't have such treatment, but this kid was dreaming.
Xia Lan did not drink the wine handed to her by the Son of the Frost God, but poured herself a glass.
"Don't worry, Brother Feng. Mu Ye has been working alone for too long. It's time for him to find a friend. More friends means more paths."
"Brother Xia Lan, it is an alliance, but the alliance is not as close as the one between you two. Do you understand what I mean?"
The various churches of Muye are indeed allies, and joining Muye is a form of alliance, but Muye only acquires allies and never recruits them. The alliance they conclude is more like forming a group rather than an alliance between companies.
"Either you are a part of Mu Ye, or you are just Mu Ye's friend. Brother Feng, stop joking. If Lin Shuang goes south and asks Mu Ye to take the blame, I don't have such a thick skin as you."
"We can give Mu Ye a masterless godhead."
"Can it compare to the Storm God?"
Xia Lan was dismissive. The Storm Godhead attracted the attention of various forces because its former owner was a God King. And the level of something that the Frost Church could take out for trading was unimaginable.
The God of Truth has the potential to be a God-King, not only because of the "Canon of Truth", but also because the godhead was conceived on the basis of the fragments of the arcane godhead, rather than coming from some unknown wild god.
"This... after all, he is a God King, so naturally he cannot be compared."
Feng shook his head. He still had self-awareness.
"In fact, the Lin Shuang Empire has chosen the wrong ally. The ally you are looking for should be in the south."
"City-State Alliance?"
Feng hesitated. Those guys were not very reliable, and Xia Lan knew this very well.
The Elders' Council of the City-State Alliance wanted to form an alliance with White Wave Island after the Enlightenment Festival to discuss the new route, but they are still arguing about who to send.
Moreover, they are all a group of power-hungry people who only care about money and not people. They have a strong sense of contract, but money is not the most important thing.
“There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.”
Xia Lan served the wine and saw the guests off. It was obvious that the alliance could not be formed. Mu Ye did not lack allies, but only friends, good friends who would not cause trouble.
The Magic Council and the Earth Church are more suitable than the Frost Church, and these two parties also happen to be interested, otherwise they would not come forward.
"You are Zilan'er's son-in-law. Perhaps you can temporarily put aside your identity as Mu Ye and talk to us in this identity.
How about we abandon the Qiongwen family and support the Zilaner family to regain the throne?"
Feng showed a charming smile, his eyes were shining brightly, like a prince walking out of a painting.
"It seems that Yohan Jonwen's ability to play both sides has annoyed you. But you should ask Ash Midor. It seems that other people in the council also want to support my brother-in-law as king."
Xia Lan spread her hands as if it had nothing to do with her, and was not at all moved by his proposal.
"Youhan Qiongwen is not only annoying for being a two-timing man, he also wants to marry the princess of Linshuang and become the king of Zilaner."
Feng was about to get up and leave when he finished speaking, but Xia Lan grabbed him and asked curiously:
"That old fellow must be over eighty, and he's still daydreaming at such an old age. But if you really agree, would you please check his penis to see if it can stand up? After all, he and the princess will have a crown prince in the future.
This old man is really something, can't he let his son do this kind of thing, I...I mean the matter of marrying the princess."
Is this the point?
Feng found that Xia Lan didn’t understand the point at all. Youhan Qiongwen wanted to seize the throne of your wife’s family!
"The Queen Mother Regent of the Empire has already agreed to this matter."
"If the princess is the Regent Queen Mother's biological daughter, she will definitely examine it herself."
Xia Lan let her mind wander completely, stroking her chin as she pondered the possibility of this matter, which caused a hint of anger to appear on Feng's face as he was playing hard to get.
"Aren't you anxious? If the princess marries, the Linshuang Empire will fully support the Qiongwen family, and the Zilaner family will never have a chance to take the throne again."
Xia Lan smiled mysteriously, leaned back in her chair, stared at Feng and said, "Why should I be anxious? It's your sister who's marrying the old man, not me. Am I right?"
His Majesty the Emperor of the Frost Empire, Feng Frost Gulosore..."
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