More than that, after learning from last year's lessons, we allocated a large number of leather jackets to the participating troops this year, because the nights in the desert would be very cold, and we also distributed some anti-worm medicines made by the toad witch doctor of the Left Dannu tribe. This time we concentrated in advance and practiced in the desert for nearly a month. Including carrying clear water, the kingdom also remade a batch of huge water bags sewn with cowhide.
Prince Kahn laughs
Since we were prepared so well, I believe we should be sure to win. Liu Zhenhan threw away the ruler in his hand: Then what are we waiting for? When will we set off? My Prince!
The Crown Prince first has a good rest. You and the Forward Corps are about to set off tomorrow. As the saying goes, soldiers are very fast. Last year, we have started a war against the desert humans. I believe that with our arrival this year, the other party will not be without any precautions.
Prince Kahn pressed the table and stood up slowly: Cunxia, the legion you belong to is the vanguard of the army. I hope that the sharp blade of the warriors in the hundred battles of Fei Lengcui can bring the greatest good news to the kingdom!
No problem. Liu Zhenhan waved his hand carelessly and glanced at Prince Lion Heart: His Highness Kahn, take the initiative to ask, is Prince Richard here this time?
His Highness the Prince is also a Knight Templar, of course he has to participate in the war. This time, there are ten princes coming, but not just one His Highness Richard
Prince Kahn smiled and saluted, turned away, and walked with several generals to the staff members who were discussing fiercely, listening to various reports.
Liu Zhenhan sat on the chair, and seemed a little dazed for a moment
The three golden robe priests knew that he was preparing to compete with His Highness the Prince, and secretly smiled in his heart.
This time, the Lionheart Prince is in charge of the entire legion's action plan, and ten Lion Tiger Princes join. It seems that there is a good show.
After pretending to be polite, the three priests also bid farewell to the Divine Comic Shaman and went to the room arranged in the side hall to rest, leaving Liu Zhenhan there and staring blankly.
Scared? Helen asked Liu Zhenhan quietly
Fear?
Liu Zhenhan laughed in silence: Our logistics supplies were all arranged by Fei Lengcui. My clean water was carried in an iron bucket, five hundred gallons per can. Elder Andulan prepared 100 barrels and 200,000 pounds of clean water for me. Not to mention the food when taking a bath and planting flowers, the stored bamboo rice and jerky meat, frozen trout and frozen shrimp in the cold drink cabinet were scared to death in the space ring; the prince and the prince could not block my throat, right?
It's not that the logistics are stuck with us. I'm worried that they will send you as cannon ash
Moer shook her head, looked at Prince Kahn, who was discussing military affairs with the staff, and said in a low voice.
No one can regard the priest with super-level monsters as cannon fodder. If we can't beat it, we can always do it. Liu Zhenhan laughed.
It's time to recruit Xixi's uncle, uncle and cousin to get them. It's very urgent. We don't want to recall them. The Pioneer Corps has only two regiments, and I'm more than enough to bless them with the war song alone.
Helen's smile: What we need to increase now is the magician's attack power. No matter what, it is still no problem if we can't beat us and run away.
It would be great if Master Puskas came with me to fight the autumn wind,
Liu Zhenhan sighed: No! I have to send a flaming text message quickly and urge Longcheng to transfer one hundred and fifty dragon people to me!
Let's go, it's better to choose five more clever young sacrificial sacrifices first.
Helen stood up from the wooden pier and stretched her body: Exercise them well, and send them to the underground world to call some high-level magic pets, which can also be used. This is called asking for others rather than asking for others.
Liu Zhenhan and Moer nodded, stood up together and would be like next year. No one knows. Now that they can get some team in their hands, the demons will be more confident.
The eyes of the statue suddenly blinked. The little monk Joan of Arc suddenly nervously grabbed Liu Zhenhan's arm and pointed to the statue of the Mani goddess
Where?
Liu Zhenhan was shocked and immediately hid the little nun behind him. He focused his mind and looked at the statue of the Mani statue for a long time. On the beautiful face covered by the faint green fire, the reflection of his pupils was indeed a bit cunning, but there seemed to be no trace of blinking.
I don't like the two flames burned with the grease of the mermaid.
Moer became more and more angry as she looked at her: I guess the fuel must be extracted from the bodies of twenty freshwater mermaids. The size of this Odi Temple is so huge that it must be a ten thousand-year-old holy fire!
Damn, it’s not easy to be disliked! Smash it!
Liu Zhen smiled grimly, and with one hand, the blood-type power drove a heavy wooden pier. Kuang Dang hit the arm of Goddess Mani, and a wooden pier flew out, followed by another one.
A loud noise like the sky and the earth was shattered, which scared the Bemon officers in the temple. The dust falling from the beams spilled their heads and faces. Countless bats swept across the hall with a coaxing sound, and the smelly bat dung was thrown over the military map and sand tray.
As the wood and stones splashed, the two arms carved from jade in the goddess Mani were smashed into bald wrists. The goddess Mani suddenly lost the light of the fire and fell into the darkness. Her face looked a little ghostly because of the dark silhouette.
The Bemon officers all stared at the shaman of the divine song a little dazed, and couldn't understand what he wanted to do. The Aegean continent is a continent with many gods. Generally speaking, the act of slandering the gods is just to express it verbally. It would be a bit too radical to smash other people's temples. There are so many ancient temple sites on the entire continent that are well preserved, which is why most people are unwilling to blaspheme a god so blatantly.
The arms of the Mani goddess were obviously hollow, and a large amount of flying oil turned into blue sparks all over the sky, fluttering like willow catkins, and the blue and blurred firelight shone on the screen wall next to the goddess' statue. Poems described in mainland common terms are faintly visible.
Due to the close distance, the oil of the freshwater mermaid floated in the air lightly like catkins. A large group of Bimon's staff officers surrounded him curiously and tilted his head to appreciate these poems.
Most of the Bimon present were from aristocratic origins, with arts and erotic origins, and more or less some appreciation of poetry.
Without exception, these poems are basically all stingy and praising the glory and greatness of the goddess Mani. The hippo poet curled his lips when he saw it. O'Neill believed that he could write a poem in fifteen seconds, and it was worthless.
There is a poem signed by Listening to the completion of the Odi Temple. The font is both large and heavy, as if written in blood. The handwriting has turned into black with a slight scarlet background because of the age of time. Because the artistic conception has outstanding elegance in these poems, many noble officers immediately started to chant, and even O'Neill couldn't help but applaud:
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring~
It is the clouds in the sky that crush the floating algae, and the dream like a rainbow is deposited~
A boat full of mermaids, singing in the colorful stars~
Looking for? Hold a long pole and go to the greener place of the river ~
The summer insects were also silent for me because they had gained another harvest~
Tonight's glorious sacred fire hymn~
Destined to be the goddess of Mani~
Mo'er's face was approaching the edge of being furious, and a snap of lightning flashed through her fingers from time to time. The fool could see this poem, which was a poem that was proudly expressed by the butcher who captured many Tamsui mermaids. Looking at the title, it was still to specifically congratulate the new construction of the Odi Temple. Although the artistic conception and rhetoric were gorgeous, when I think of these sacred fires that were not extinguished for thousands of years, they were ignited with lamp oil extracted from the living mermaid's body, I had to shudder.
Cult! Helen kept shook her head: This is definitely a cult! There is no religion in the Aegean continent that does not encourage people to be kind. This is the first one I saw, and hope is also the last one!
I'll destroy it! Moer snorted coldly, and was about to take action, but Liu Zhenhan grabbed his arm.
If you destroy it, the dome of this temple may collapse. Liu Zhenhan pointed to the top of the Statue of Mani, which was very close to the support beam of the dome.
Then I ruined these bloody poems! Mole said hatefully
Don’t let it go! Liu Zhenhan laughed: If someone writes, can’t you write? Look at me, I will write a poem, and join in the fun of Goddess Mani!
A bunch of eyes stared at this ignorant divine song shaman with strange eyes. They were a little confused. This rough man could write poetry?
In full view of everyone, Liu Zhenhan took a quill from the communications soldier, smashed the carbon ink bottle on the table, dipped the goose feathers into ink, and leaped onto the altar of the goddess Mani, swung the lion's chest, and then swung the snow-white jade stones and were immediately stained by the fluttering ink traces.
What a beautiful text!
All the behemoths present opened their mouths, like a fish about to suffocate to death
The hymn of the Goddess of the Goddess of Mani by the handwritten song shaman Richard Mian. The eight big words are like white clouds coming out of the mountains and flowing water under the beach. They are so handsome that they can't be more handsome!
How could such beautiful words be written by such a bandit who is making trouble all over the world? Many Beacons are thinking about this issue, and they are puzzled.
If the shaman's elegant words of the divine song won the applause, then the following verse is like a sledgehammer, pounding all the behemoths from the chest to the cicada.
The poem of the Shaman of the Divine Song, the hymn to the goddess of Mani is as follows:
〖Cut off my dick and give it to you~
The dick hair on it can be used as a pen~
At least the fishy smell on it ~
Much clearer than your miracle~
Cut off your pussy and give it to me~
Because there are traces of menstruation
This is the tears that flood the uterus once a month
Let me understand that you still have a trace of pity~
The God of War is on! Prince Kahn Gudu swallowed a saliva, his whole body was cold. He no longer knew what adjectives to find to describe his mood at this moment
Very angry words! O'Neal grinned a huge mouth that was almost at the ear, and after a while, he murmured: If I could write a few years ago, I would definitely be able to trick a few literary young women into bed
******
"Haha, I made a fool of myself. The previous poem waiting for love was copied by a young poet. I forgot who it was
I know that many decent readers may not be used to it, but I think that criticizing the evil in human nature, especially the evil that is covered with beauty and glitz, must fight back in the most naked way, because only in this way can the hatred be relieved
Who once said that I am the number one rogue writer in Qidian? Obisrachi! I actually have a heart that is purer than a decent writer!
This is true only for those who know the goods.
Prince Kahn laughs
Since we were prepared so well, I believe we should be sure to win. Liu Zhenhan threw away the ruler in his hand: Then what are we waiting for? When will we set off? My Prince!
The Crown Prince first has a good rest. You and the Forward Corps are about to set off tomorrow. As the saying goes, soldiers are very fast. Last year, we have started a war against the desert humans. I believe that with our arrival this year, the other party will not be without any precautions.
Prince Kahn pressed the table and stood up slowly: Cunxia, the legion you belong to is the vanguard of the army. I hope that the sharp blade of the warriors in the hundred battles of Fei Lengcui can bring the greatest good news to the kingdom!
No problem. Liu Zhenhan waved his hand carelessly and glanced at Prince Lion Heart: His Highness Kahn, take the initiative to ask, is Prince Richard here this time?
His Highness the Prince is also a Knight Templar, of course he has to participate in the war. This time, there are ten princes coming, but not just one His Highness Richard
Prince Kahn smiled and saluted, turned away, and walked with several generals to the staff members who were discussing fiercely, listening to various reports.
Liu Zhenhan sat on the chair, and seemed a little dazed for a moment
The three golden robe priests knew that he was preparing to compete with His Highness the Prince, and secretly smiled in his heart.
This time, the Lionheart Prince is in charge of the entire legion's action plan, and ten Lion Tiger Princes join. It seems that there is a good show.
After pretending to be polite, the three priests also bid farewell to the Divine Comic Shaman and went to the room arranged in the side hall to rest, leaving Liu Zhenhan there and staring blankly.
Scared? Helen asked Liu Zhenhan quietly
Fear?
Liu Zhenhan laughed in silence: Our logistics supplies were all arranged by Fei Lengcui. My clean water was carried in an iron bucket, five hundred gallons per can. Elder Andulan prepared 100 barrels and 200,000 pounds of clean water for me. Not to mention the food when taking a bath and planting flowers, the stored bamboo rice and jerky meat, frozen trout and frozen shrimp in the cold drink cabinet were scared to death in the space ring; the prince and the prince could not block my throat, right?
It's not that the logistics are stuck with us. I'm worried that they will send you as cannon ash
Moer shook her head, looked at Prince Kahn, who was discussing military affairs with the staff, and said in a low voice.
No one can regard the priest with super-level monsters as cannon fodder. If we can't beat it, we can always do it. Liu Zhenhan laughed.
It's time to recruit Xixi's uncle, uncle and cousin to get them. It's very urgent. We don't want to recall them. The Pioneer Corps has only two regiments, and I'm more than enough to bless them with the war song alone.
Helen's smile: What we need to increase now is the magician's attack power. No matter what, it is still no problem if we can't beat us and run away.
It would be great if Master Puskas came with me to fight the autumn wind,
Liu Zhenhan sighed: No! I have to send a flaming text message quickly and urge Longcheng to transfer one hundred and fifty dragon people to me!
Let's go, it's better to choose five more clever young sacrificial sacrifices first.
Helen stood up from the wooden pier and stretched her body: Exercise them well, and send them to the underground world to call some high-level magic pets, which can also be used. This is called asking for others rather than asking for others.
Liu Zhenhan and Moer nodded, stood up together and would be like next year. No one knows. Now that they can get some team in their hands, the demons will be more confident.
The eyes of the statue suddenly blinked. The little monk Joan of Arc suddenly nervously grabbed Liu Zhenhan's arm and pointed to the statue of the Mani goddess
Where?
Liu Zhenhan was shocked and immediately hid the little nun behind him. He focused his mind and looked at the statue of the Mani statue for a long time. On the beautiful face covered by the faint green fire, the reflection of his pupils was indeed a bit cunning, but there seemed to be no trace of blinking.
I don't like the two flames burned with the grease of the mermaid.
Moer became more and more angry as she looked at her: I guess the fuel must be extracted from the bodies of twenty freshwater mermaids. The size of this Odi Temple is so huge that it must be a ten thousand-year-old holy fire!
Damn, it’s not easy to be disliked! Smash it!
Liu Zhen smiled grimly, and with one hand, the blood-type power drove a heavy wooden pier. Kuang Dang hit the arm of Goddess Mani, and a wooden pier flew out, followed by another one.
A loud noise like the sky and the earth was shattered, which scared the Bemon officers in the temple. The dust falling from the beams spilled their heads and faces. Countless bats swept across the hall with a coaxing sound, and the smelly bat dung was thrown over the military map and sand tray.
As the wood and stones splashed, the two arms carved from jade in the goddess Mani were smashed into bald wrists. The goddess Mani suddenly lost the light of the fire and fell into the darkness. Her face looked a little ghostly because of the dark silhouette.
The Bemon officers all stared at the shaman of the divine song a little dazed, and couldn't understand what he wanted to do. The Aegean continent is a continent with many gods. Generally speaking, the act of slandering the gods is just to express it verbally. It would be a bit too radical to smash other people's temples. There are so many ancient temple sites on the entire continent that are well preserved, which is why most people are unwilling to blaspheme a god so blatantly.
The arms of the Mani goddess were obviously hollow, and a large amount of flying oil turned into blue sparks all over the sky, fluttering like willow catkins, and the blue and blurred firelight shone on the screen wall next to the goddess' statue. Poems described in mainland common terms are faintly visible.
Due to the close distance, the oil of the freshwater mermaid floated in the air lightly like catkins. A large group of Bimon's staff officers surrounded him curiously and tilted his head to appreciate these poems.
Most of the Bimon present were from aristocratic origins, with arts and erotic origins, and more or less some appreciation of poetry.
Without exception, these poems are basically all stingy and praising the glory and greatness of the goddess Mani. The hippo poet curled his lips when he saw it. O'Neill believed that he could write a poem in fifteen seconds, and it was worthless.
There is a poem signed by Listening to the completion of the Odi Temple. The font is both large and heavy, as if written in blood. The handwriting has turned into black with a slight scarlet background because of the age of time. Because the artistic conception has outstanding elegance in these poems, many noble officers immediately started to chant, and even O'Neill couldn't help but applaud:
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring~
It is the clouds in the sky that crush the floating algae, and the dream like a rainbow is deposited~
A boat full of mermaids, singing in the colorful stars~
Looking for? Hold a long pole and go to the greener place of the river ~
The summer insects were also silent for me because they had gained another harvest~
Tonight's glorious sacred fire hymn~
Destined to be the goddess of Mani~
Mo'er's face was approaching the edge of being furious, and a snap of lightning flashed through her fingers from time to time. The fool could see this poem, which was a poem that was proudly expressed by the butcher who captured many Tamsui mermaids. Looking at the title, it was still to specifically congratulate the new construction of the Odi Temple. Although the artistic conception and rhetoric were gorgeous, when I think of these sacred fires that were not extinguished for thousands of years, they were ignited with lamp oil extracted from the living mermaid's body, I had to shudder.
Cult! Helen kept shook her head: This is definitely a cult! There is no religion in the Aegean continent that does not encourage people to be kind. This is the first one I saw, and hope is also the last one!
I'll destroy it! Moer snorted coldly, and was about to take action, but Liu Zhenhan grabbed his arm.
If you destroy it, the dome of this temple may collapse. Liu Zhenhan pointed to the top of the Statue of Mani, which was very close to the support beam of the dome.
Then I ruined these bloody poems! Mole said hatefully
Don’t let it go! Liu Zhenhan laughed: If someone writes, can’t you write? Look at me, I will write a poem, and join in the fun of Goddess Mani!
A bunch of eyes stared at this ignorant divine song shaman with strange eyes. They were a little confused. This rough man could write poetry?
In full view of everyone, Liu Zhenhan took a quill from the communications soldier, smashed the carbon ink bottle on the table, dipped the goose feathers into ink, and leaped onto the altar of the goddess Mani, swung the lion's chest, and then swung the snow-white jade stones and were immediately stained by the fluttering ink traces.
What a beautiful text!
All the behemoths present opened their mouths, like a fish about to suffocate to death
The hymn of the Goddess of the Goddess of Mani by the handwritten song shaman Richard Mian. The eight big words are like white clouds coming out of the mountains and flowing water under the beach. They are so handsome that they can't be more handsome!
How could such beautiful words be written by such a bandit who is making trouble all over the world? Many Beacons are thinking about this issue, and they are puzzled.
If the shaman's elegant words of the divine song won the applause, then the following verse is like a sledgehammer, pounding all the behemoths from the chest to the cicada.
The poem of the Shaman of the Divine Song, the hymn to the goddess of Mani is as follows:
〖Cut off my dick and give it to you~
The dick hair on it can be used as a pen~
At least the fishy smell on it ~
Much clearer than your miracle~
Cut off your pussy and give it to me~
Because there are traces of menstruation
This is the tears that flood the uterus once a month
Let me understand that you still have a trace of pity~
The God of War is on! Prince Kahn Gudu swallowed a saliva, his whole body was cold. He no longer knew what adjectives to find to describe his mood at this moment
Very angry words! O'Neal grinned a huge mouth that was almost at the ear, and after a while, he murmured: If I could write a few years ago, I would definitely be able to trick a few literary young women into bed
******
"Haha, I made a fool of myself. The previous poem waiting for love was copied by a young poet. I forgot who it was
I know that many decent readers may not be used to it, but I think that criticizing the evil in human nature, especially the evil that is covered with beauty and glitz, must fight back in the most naked way, because only in this way can the hatred be relieved
Who once said that I am the number one rogue writer in Qidian? Obisrachi! I actually have a heart that is purer than a decent writer!
This is true only for those who know the goods.
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