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The current score between Eric and Hayden is 6:1. It doesn't really matter who collected the last relic. After all, the final victory is determined by fighting.

Hayden may be more concerned, after all, 7:1 is really not good-looking.

But Eric is also actively looking for the materials put forward by that tribe, because he really doesn't want to delay any longer.

At this time he was missing the Merkin League again, so when a strange flying machine sent a letter from Mark saying that he would be back soon, this time with more people and things, please Eric Eric was very happy when Eric helped to prepare the place of residence and the warehouse for storage.

But, why did you bring a little extra?

You have brought half of the Mojin Alliance here!

Watching the airships slowly entering one after another, Eric looked numb.

Fortunately, the hotel built at the last Food and Wine Festival has not been used for other purposes, and there are still many vacant rooms in the Four Corners Warehouse, otherwise it would be embarrassing now.

Eric thought that Mark just brought some assistants and guards, and some materials needed for research. Unexpectedly, Mark brought people and materials from eight airships, and even these eight airships were his Materials brought over.

what is happening?

Eric was full of doubts. He didn't see Mark, but he saw Dryden first, so he grabbed him and asked.

Dryden replied lightly: "The Mojin Alliance is split and disbanded."

Eric was shocked and wanted to ask more questions. A bearded dwarf behind Dryden said with a smile, "Let's explain the specifics."

"You are His Majesty Eric, right? Hello, hello." He shook Eric's hand very familiarly, "I am Lukin Barker, the patriarch of this dwarf."

"This one is Morrison." Buck flattened his palms and made an introduction gesture. The dwarf named Morrison nodded slightly.

Buck pulled another goblin who had been sighing constantly from behind, patted him on the back, made him stand upright, and said cheerfully, "He's Giles."

"You should have some impression of our names. The three of us were the patriarchs of the dwarves, dwarves, and goblins in the original ink-gold alliance. The magic contract signed before was our three signatures."

Buck looked at the current noisy environment, and said naturally: "This is not a place to talk, let's talk in another place?"

Eric stared at him for a while, then nodded: "Come with me."

Eric took them to a small conference room, which was hidden and private, and asked Vincent to lead a team to guard the perimeter, so that no other creatures could approach.

Buck shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, this is not something to keep secret. It is estimated that in a while, the whole continent should know that the Mojin Alliance has been disbanded."

Eric couldn't help asking, "What's going on with you?"

Buck stroked his beard: "Let me think about it, where should I start..."

The dwarf patriarch Morrison sighed, and took the initiative to take over the conversation: "It should start when our family received the oracle of the God of Mechanics."

"The God of Mechanics hasn't sent an oracle for hundreds of years, but this time he suddenly sent several oracles and gave us some sketches, all related to artillery and firearms, and asked us to develop corresponding weapons."

"If it's just because the current situation in the mainland is so chaotic, it's okay to want us to strengthen our self-protection capabilities, but His oracle actually asks us to sell the weapons we have developed, and try to sell them to the weaker side in the war. This will increase their strength."

"This is tantamount to weakening the strength of both sides at the same time, making the war more intense and lasting longer, but the oracle said that this is the best opportunity for the rise of the dwarves."

When Morrison said this, he was a little emotional, and his breathing became short and violent.

He didn't know what he thought of, and he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Buck glanced at him several times, a little anxious, and kindly added: "However, not all dwarf brothers are willing to accept the oracle of the God of Mechanics."

"In the past, it was all about self-protection, don't develop weapons, and don't bring disasters to the world!" Morrison hammered the table unwillingly, with a bit of grievance in his tone, "Now the attitude has changed suddenly. How do we accept it?"

Buck continued: "The dwarves are divided into two factions. One faction intends to follow the oracle and start developing weapons. The other faction yearns for peace and stability and does not want to be a pusher of war."

Eric considered his words and said, "I thought that the gnomes, as believers of the God of Mechanics, would not disobey his oracle."

Buck glanced at Morrison, and carefully organized his words to answer: "Dwarf brothers are very intelligent and thoughtful. They prefer to think independently and will not blindly follow the command of any creature, even a god. No. Even the dwarves of the oracle sect made their current decision because they are really interested in developing weapons and want to seize the opportunity of war."

"Furthermore, the gnomes' feelings for the God of Mechanics are not so much belief as worship, and they are not fanatics among humans, not even devout believers."

Buck said narrowly: "Otherwise, when Mark reports that the statue of the god of commerce in your place is almost exactly the same as the god of machinery, the dwarfs should rush up and challenge you to a duel with wrenches."

Well, this is an easy-to-understand example.

Eric nodded silently in his heart.

Buck went on to say: "There are ideological differences between the two factions of dwarves, and some of them couldn't accept the change of the Mechanic God, and they were very resistant to it. They couldn't get along normally, so they broke up."

"The Mojin Alliance has also split because of this. We dwarves and goblins, as well as those small races that were originally attached to us, have made choices based on their own inner thoughts. It depends on which faction of dwarfs they want to continue to get along with. Some time ago That’s what we’re working on, and the related asset division.”

"Now it's finally settled. Let's get together and part ways. Let's just say goodbye and go our separate ways."

Buck suddenly straightened his expression, and said solemnly to Eric: "The three of us are still the patriarchs of our respective clans. About a quarter of the goblins, two-thirds of the dwarves and all the dwarves choose We are here. There are still some rare races, and I will introduce them to you later."

"We came here to ask you one thing. Are you interested in recreating an alliance with us? You can be the leader of the new alliance."

Eric's first reaction was doubt: "Why? Why me?"

Buck said sincerely: "The reason is more complicated."

"Our number is reduced now, our strength is reduced, and we carry so many supplies, we can't find an absolutely hidden and safe place for a while, so it's best to find a side to take refuge in."

"However, we are used to living a relatively independent life in the Mojin Alliance, and we don't want to be completely attached to a certain party. Therefore, creating a new alliance and letting the leader of this party be the leader of the alliance is the best choice at present."

"This faction will not take advantage of the opportunity to loot if it is motivated by wealth. There are relatively few choices. Both Dryden and Mark have recommended you, and we believe in their vision."

"In addition, we want a safe place to live. Mark briefly mentioned the concept of Sky City and Mobile Fortress, which is in line with our expectations. We are willing to provide supplies in exchange for the right to live."

"These are considerations in general, and the individual tendencies of each of our races."

"Let's talk about us dwarves first. The reason why all of us chose you is because some tribesmen said that you have good wine here. For us dwarves, as long as we are with our relatives and friends, where should we go? A place with good wine is certainly better.”

"As for the gnomes, two-thirds of the gnomes reject the oracle of the God of Mechanics. Apart from the fact that they really don't like making weapons, hate war, and only want to solve interesting puzzles and do research they are interested in, they also because They don't want to merge with the original branch of dwarves that split off, the one that studies 'alive' alchemy products, the one that studies the method of soul collection."

Seeing Eric's surprised eyes, Morrison nodded and said affirmatively, "Yes, those bad dwarves!"

"Actually, I suspect that those oracles are fake. Someone is using the name of the God of Mechanics to make troubles, but I have never been able to find evidence."

Morrison shook his fist with a serious expression: "They support your enemy Hayden, so we are going to support you. We need to let them know that they are on the wrong path."

"Oh, by the way, the oracle took away all the things in the inventory that you both are collecting now. At that time, we didn't know why they had to specify these types of materials. When we found out, it was too late." Morrison slightly apologized said.

Eric shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't have a big impact on the final result."

He just didn't quite understand the logical relationship, why did the dwarf patriarch seem to want to stand by him wholeheartedly.

Yuan Chu's tone was deep: [This is probably after the idol's house collapsed, not only had to get out of the pit and step on it, but also climbed the wall face to face. 】

Buck added: "And you have a lot of interesting research here, which is very attractive to gnomes."

The reason is more or less the same.

Eric nodded slightly.

"The quarter of the goblins are basically the same as those small races. They are either more peace-loving, or they came here with friends."

Buck glanced at the goblin patriarch Giles who had been slumped on the chair weakly, and smiled wickedly: "There are also those who have to come because of magic contracts."

Eric asked, "Magic contract?"

Buck: "It's the magic contract signed between us. Regarding the cooperation between entertainment projects and airships, although the Mojin Alliance is gone, the contract must be fulfilled, otherwise the three of us will be out of luck. The contract scroll signed at that time It's our name. Giles has to come if he doesn't want to."

Giles covered his face sadly: "Whoa, I also want to go to the Oracle Sect. Only with weapons can I have the right to speak!"

"And what's wrong with making money from the war? We don't steal or rob. It's all a transaction of your choice. Why isn't it just making money?!"

Buck shrugged: "You have to give him some time before he can recover. In short, consider our proposal."

Eric nodded: "I will."

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These days, it is nothing new to suddenly travel with a game system.

However, Ji Tongguang received a system prompt before he realized the benefits of the golden finger.

Dear player, your current game time left: 25 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes.

Your game time is about to run out, please recharge as soon as possible!

This is quite outrageous.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, and Ji Tongguang discovered that in this world that seemed to have some connection with the game he played, some items actually had a "Time Emblem" equivalent to a game point card attached to it.

Thus, Ji Tongguang embarked on a long journey of collecting, and also created a legend of his own in this world.