My Summons Are Weird

Above the city wall, Zenir looked in the direction of the royal capital Rodmir, and stood for a long time, silent.

The secretary, who had been lost to Zenir in countless rumors, came to Tisia no longer in casual clothes, and put on silver-white armor together with Zenir.

Following her footsteps, Zenier rubbed the corners of his brows and turned his head: "Send it out?"

"I believe that at this moment, they have all received it." Laticia said respectfully.

After a moment of hesitation, she said again: "Your Majesty..."

"It's Your Highness."

"I don't think there is any difference. The moment we made our decision, you have become the king of the ethics in our minds."

Zenier patted and came to Tisia on his knees, motioning her to stand up.

Walking on the slightly damaged city wall that had undergone a small-scale war, stepping on blood-stained bricks and broken weapons, Zenir always used a tall figure to shelter Laticia from the wind and snow.

"Your tone seems a little pessimistic."

Lai Tisia was startled, and then said apologetically, "Perhaps I always deal with documents and take care of territory for His Majesty. I, who live in the back, always look at some things too rationally, and I should exchange blood and life for the adventure of honor. Actions can not help but also carry out material measurement and judgment."

"It's very interesting, let's talk about what you think."

Several consuls who have followed Zenir since the establishment of the Storm Lord joined the team, followed closely behind the two of them, and they listened silently.

"We can't be sure that they will make the decision as expected, once..." Laticia paused, glanced at Zenir, and observed the expression of the consul behind him, and continued, "This is a bet. ingredients."

Zenier is very calm: "It is indeed a bet, but at least it is not without reason to bet against despair."

Touching the potholes and bricks, he said: "If you want to get it, you have to pay a price. There is always a risk. There is no 100% success option. If there is, then the person who chooses this road is not only me."

One of the consuls gritted his teeth and said, "If it doesn't go as expected, we have already prepared the ship. Your Majesty only needs to go out to sea, and you can plot..."

"Don't go to sea." Zenier's voice was calm, but his tone was unquestionable, "The so-called planning for the future is nothing but an illusory word to comfort oneself. If you lose land and resources, you will also lose the population, and without the population, there will be no fault tolerance. With wiggle room, and then... no winning points."

The consuls knelt down, intending to persuade again, but heard the sound of Zenir's spear penetrating the wall.

The messenger who came after searching and walking quickly saw this scene and was a little sluggish with fright. Fortunately, Tisia recovered and woke up the messenger with her voice.

"A letter from Wangdu."

Hearing these words, everyone's eyes were fixed on the messenger. He was sweating profusely, and white smoke rose from his head.

"The messenger in the city informed that the other party said..." The messenger swallowed, "cherish the atmosphere provided by the peace celebration."

The words of unknown meaning made everyone stunned for a moment. Zenir took the lead in reacting. He gently moved the long spear that was submerged in the wall, and he smiled when he heard the sound of "rustling" from the rock.

Laticia said with ecstasy: "Your Majesty...they..."

"I said there was no reason for them to say no."

Everyone who follows Zenier knows how difficult it is for them to achieve, and everyone is happy to hear that the most difficult hurdle to overcome has been resolved.

Although the road ahead is still full of difficulties, from now on, every remaining step, they have the hope of winning.

The arrival of another messenger made the consuls frown. She vaguely remembered that the messenger was heading to the north of Solon, which had become a no-man’s land. They had previously wondered why Latisia, who was in charge of the information channel, wanted Send people to that barren, bone-strewn place.

"His Royal Highness... We did meet the person you said in the north. The rumor was true, and the other party rejected your proposal and said..."

"Go on."

"He will carry out his will and do what he wants to do. If he is an enemy of you, then see you on the battlefield."

The consuls clenched their fists. They wanted to rebuke this arrogant man, but found that they didn't even know the other party's name.

"If that's the case, let him go..." Zenier's eyes were deep, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, "My good sister is secretly nibbling away at the surrounding area, and it seems that she is not reconciled to guarding a city in this upcoming chaos... He, who hates politics, has actually changed, and wants to make changes."

Zenir murmured, "Your Majesty, can the stability and tranquility you expect really be maintained... Under the tide of magic, those unwilling fires have been ignited, and once they see the flames, the moths will be reckless. Throw away...you can't stop it, and no one can stop it."

"This is the general trend of the times. Pope Laurende sees it more thoroughly than you..."

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If Zenir gave his father Divek the last bit of face, it must be that he did not choose to launch an attack on the day of the Peace Celebration [Day of Relief], so that Solon, who is one of the four great kingdoms, perfectly pulled the celebration. open the curtain.

But the tenderness didn't stop there.

The furious Divek smashed the jade bowl he was holding after learning the news. All the "positive examples" of Zenir were all described as "buying people's hearts", and several ministers and nobles who had close contacts with Zenir were immediately imprisoned and their titles were deprived.

After criticizing his ambitious eldest son in an all-round way and defining what he did as "rebellion", Diwick, who has the legitimacy of the imperial power, decided to find the remaining three countries to gain a position before ordering to send troops to suppress the rebellion. on the support.

Divick didn't take the rebellion launched by his prestigious eldest son seriously at all. Whether it was training him or Tania, it was all preparations for the arrival of the magic wave.

Under the tide of magic, the power structure was turbulent, and people's minds changed. In order to keep Solon alive, Divick just gave them territory and let them manage them in order to make preparations.

He had long imagined the scene of too young and power-dazed children raising their arms at him.

Pretty funny scene, isn't it?

How can a chick fight against a huge adult bird that has already honed its beak, wings, and claws to the extreme?

Di Vick didn't feel sad that he would kill his close relatives. He had too many children, and his family was already a little weak.

Divick just had no choice but to have the best card in his hand to start a worthless war at an inappropriate time. Zenir should have continued to work diligently to consolidate his rights amid the tide of magic.

As for the throne... one day, maybe it will be his.

But before DeVick said it, whoever touches it will die!

Antonio of the Ecclesiastical State, Noel of Slego, and Lavenis of Codzon were invited to come. Divick made a straight-forward announcement that he would send troops to clear the rebellion, and hoped that the three kingdoms would be able to destroy the rebellion at this moment. Neil identified as "The Rebellion of Solon".

Noel's hand strove over the little silence, and his arm finally received a solid slap, a crisp sound that interrupted DeVick's tirade.

Di Vick didn't care about Noel's actions. He was used to it. Since he was accused of humiliating the maid, the voices criticizing his personal morality were endless and extremely harsh.

In public, he walked around Noel's maid, and the people underneath would say, "Look, I just said it was true, and now I'm starting to avoid suspicion."

He tried to treat the group of maids as if nothing had happened, and immediately someone would say: "I knew it was true. Look at how enthusiastic he treats other people's maids. Sure enough, Noel's collection is more fragrant."

The word "geng" directly lowered DeVick's image to Noel's level, as if the two had the same debauchery.

DiVick ignored the commotion on Noel's side, and stared at Antonio - the attitude of the Church is particularly important.

The members of the Guanghui Academy who came together looked at each other, and in the end, Antonio cleared his throat.

“In view of the great significance of the [Day of Relief] Peace Celebration to the various tribes of Mera, and the civil war in the Solon Empire was unable to continue, we decided to move the celebration to the ancient city of [Fagutar], which is in vain. It will continue to be held in memory of the great suffering brought to Mela by the second scourge, to honor the heroes, and to celebrate the hard-won peace."

When this very polite mandarin was over, Divick was sluggish for a few seconds. The consuls accompanying Solon had already tasted abnormal, but no one dared to make a sound.

Antonio looked around: "I don't know, what are the opinions of Kedzohn and Sleigo?"

Noel, who hugged Xiao Jing's waist and kept rubbing it, took the time to say, "I support it... don't move, let me smell it."

Ravenice tried to keep an indifferent look, ignoring the movement from the other side: "I support."

Due to his popularity and contribution during the war, Lu Yu also got the opportunity to listen in. He smiled and tasted Di Vick's ever-changing face, inexplicably happy.

"Respected Your Majesty Divik, this is the Solon Civil War." He repeated Antonio's words in a playful tone, provoking Divik himself to cast two sharp eyes, but soon, he again Look at Antonio.

"What do you mean!" Divick asked, holding back his anger. "Civil war? This is a premeditated and shameful rebellion. It happened on the second day of the Peace Celebration. It was the desecration of heroic spirits who died in countless wars. , is a blatant contempt for the Mera tribes!"

Divick tried to put the bigger hat on Zenier to arouse the indignation of everyone present, but unexpectedly, no one responded, they still sat calmly in their places, watching him, not saying anything. A word.

After confirming that Divik did not intend to make any supplements, Antonio said sternly: "I am deeply sorry for this, in order to allow all ethnic groups to treat this matter without prejudice, and for His Majesty Divik to do his best to suppress the rebellion. , that's all we can do."

"I need to stress again that since the rebel is the Storm Prince, your eldest prince, this is indeed a civil war."

Facing the group of people who had been informed a long time ago, De Vick kicked over the tea table beside them after they left.

Not long ago, the teaching nation obviously supported him, and he even hoped that Noel would let go of his "hatred" by giving away some of the business profits.

"Why... why did you change your position!" Divick gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. Even if the three major countries did not support your blockade of the rebel leader Zenir, relying on Solon's existing strength, the rebels still have no chance of winning."

"Yes, the time has just left, and the relationship between all ethnic groups is harmonious. They will not intervene in the war. The advantage of this war without outsiders' interference lies in Solon."

Under the persuasion of the consul, Di Vick also felt that there was no need to be so excited, so he slowed down and ordered, "Go and confirm the thoughts of the other races."

The positions of the various ethnic groups are surprisingly consistent.

All kinds of sea monsters said that as long as the war is not led to the sea, they are happy to eat small dried fish and watch.

Most of the orcs asked about the size and expected end time, and they were very worried that the commerce and trade roads would be blocked after the arrival of spring.

The half-dragon man was still as cold as frost, and even sprayed flames at Solon's messenger.

The aggregated information can basically be described as: "How do you like to fight, and whoever wins is up to you."

Divick didn't wait any longer, he dispatched the rested legion, and at the same time sent a team of black owls.

In order to prevent it from falling into place, Divick did not choose to let the black owl assassinate Zenir's base. He wanted to crush his foolish son head-on, making everyone feel like they would be ready to move, thinking that the magic tide would come. Those who reach out to touch the imperial power can see clearly what happens when they become enemies with him!

Di Vick also did not forget the good daughter who secretly annexed the two city-states. He stood in front of the sand table, looked at the green collar, and sneered again and again.

"Using a good reputation to gather a group of bottom bugs to work for you~www.readwn.com~ But what can they do?"

"Raise the livestock for you, sweep the yard for you, till the land for you... Yes, these lowly people are always handy for these things... But what about that?"

Divick pushed a group of black owls to the shade collar: "What do you use to resist, this absolute power?"

"Just because of these idiots who are moved by you and willing to exchange flesh and blood for your survival?"

"Even if there are hundreds of them, even if they raise their weapons, so what? Can they hurt the black owl in the slightest?"

Divick commanded in a deep voice: "Tania's consuls are all eliminated, and none of the magicians she has gathered are left. I want her to watch everything she manages destroyed, and then bring her back... Solon still She needs to continue her excellent bloodline."

After the black owl confirmed the order, they left silently. In their dictionary, maintaining Solon's existence was the first priority. If the prince and princess blocked it, there would only be one fate.

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