Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Haddonfell was filled with noise for the first time in a long time. Even the creaking sounds of the mechanical creations all over the city could not change the increasingly tense atmosphere.

Because when the news spread that there was a duel between the gods, it naturally became a topic that no matter which race could talk to each other without any barriers.

Although the envoys of each race have not yet received the news that they will go to watch the battle, since the goblin officials have not denied it, this is undoubtedly a fact to some extent.

Otherwise, the act of orchestrating the species of gods would be an extremely dangerous move in a world where gods really exist.

Normally, for other races, this kind of news is just a source of information for sorting out information. After all, most races are not qualified to be targeted by the gods. How to survive better in the future is what they need. the first purpose.

But it's different now. Regardless of subjective intentions or not, they have been tied to the Elkia Alliance's chariot, and they are going to fight the world's strongest god species in a deadly battle that will determine whether this war will end.

In such an environment, the importance of strength and strong people is naturally self-evident.

Even if they can resist the Flügel's offensive, once the main force of the gods dies, all races will usher in true destruction.

Therefore, this decisive battle is no longer a topic that has nothing to do with oneself in the past, but is closely related to each race's confidence and hope for victory.

Unconsciously, this matter has surpassed the discussion on the position of various races in the alliance and has become a priority that even the dull giants can participate in the discussion.

"This should be considered a success. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Jibril."

Standing in the distance, looking at the lively discussion in the light screen created by the technique, Rick breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just something I did casually. If it weren't for the soil you nurtured, even if I used my magic to spread some rumors, it wouldn't have grown to such a big momentum."

Jibril showed some admiration and looked at Rick for the first time: "It seems that I was indeed rude before. I actually called a person like you a monkey. With such a degree of grasp of the situation, even if you are a As far as I am a Flügel, you are worthy of being considered an enemy."

"Spare me, Miss Jibril, this statement doesn't make anyone happy at all."

Rick smiled bitterly, not wanting to take any credit.

"And, as a weakling, it's natural that I would be good at these things."

When completing his mission as an envoy to the race, Rick did not just sit back and wait for the decisive battle to come, but instead tried his best to play an role in the field he was best at.

——The information gap and the use of fame.

When he did not gain power in the past, it was through intelligence and the reputation of the human species that was despised by all races that he was able to reduce the death rate of the tribe to an almost miraculous level.

Even after being granted asylum by Veleslana, Rick took advantage of the information gap that other races could not confront the gods, and shaped the God of Victory who was running around into a person who would punish anyone who tried to invade the territory of the human race. The protector god, so that the fox and the tiger can pretend to be powerful in the cracks, so that the forest elves and goblins will take the initiative to avoid the sharp edges.

That's when Rick realized it.

Reputation, this seemingly inconspicuous weapon, is actually a force that cannot be ignored.

He even imagined that if he had the power of magic and used it properly, he might not be able to control the direction of this war.

Therefore, when he realized that other races were also confused about the future and leader of the alliance, Rick, who was better at brains than strength, naturally would not let such a precious position go unoccupied and immediately put it into practice.

When he first came into contact with various races as an ambassador, he deliberately started to build momentum for Roland.

Rick knows very well that even if he joins the alliance, it does not mean that other races will become completely used by Roland.

After all, reality is not something as easy to grasp as a strategy game. The race that chooses to join under the coercion of the general situation and the sincere surrender of the human race are two different things.

This is especially true on the ever-changing battlefield. In order to eliminate these unstable factors, Lord Roland must be made into the only hope.

And in this duel, Roland showed the absolute power to defeat the two gods together. This will undoubtedly make the momentum that has been brewing for a long time. Under the influence of Mu Qiang's instinct, Roland's momentum will be promoted in the hearts of people of all races. Another jump occurs.

And when they realized that without Roland, the war would be lost, no matter what the upper-level leaders thought, under the enthusiasm of the people for survival, those races would naturally join in sincerely.

"Final Dragon, the God of Victory, if the gods of the forest elves and goblins are also turned into stepping stones, and cooperate with the previous operations..." Rick pondered for a while, and he was also looking forward to it, "I dare not say that they will become one. However, in the subsequent war, the races in the alliance will at least become partners who help each other, thereby using the power they already possess in a better form."

Most of the races that have survived to this day have some unique technologies or resources. Rather than fighting independently, sharing what they have has will undoubtedly greatly increase the foundation of the alliance.

Just talking about the spiritual equipment of the goblins and the magic items of the forest elves, even if they are only distributed at a relatively simple level, the military strength of the entire Elkia Alliance will be doubled several times.

"However, these gophers are much braver than I thought, and they actually allowed this kind of news to spread."

Jibril's eyes flashed with something strange, but Xin Ke next to her was not surprised.

"Because their leader is such a guy. From the beginning, he was probably ready to surrender. After all, even if the two gods join forces, they will at most be on par with the God of Victory. No matter which one comes from Looking at it from any angle, there is no possibility that they will win.”

"So, the final result is nothing more than a disastrous defeat and a disastrous defeat of dignity. Instead of stumbling in such an irrelevant aspect, it is better to express goodwill by letting it go."

This conclusion made Rick nod and agree. The existence of the race is both a source of confidence and a burden. To be able to maintain a balance that does not cause discomfort but maximizes the interests of the goblins, the goblins do have a Excellent leader.

"It's boring," but such a serious comment made Jibril curl her lips. "If it were me, I would definitely come over and give up these false reputations in exchange for something more valuable."

"Hey, then I would like to hear what kind of opinions the Flügels have?"

Xin Ke looked at Jibril in amusement. The other species' willfulness and arbitrary behavior were something that could be recorded among other races, yet he could think of a better method than this.

But Jibril's next words left Xinke speechless and completely stunned.

"It's very simple," Jibril wiped the corner of her mouth as if she had imagined that scene, "voluntarily offer your soul, and then get permission to create a new life with Lord Roland. From a perspective of continuation alone, there is nothing worse than this. Brilliant idea, right?"

——

Since Haddonfell's birth, his lookout has never been so crowded.

After all, when the goblins built it based on inspiration, they would never have imagined that there would be occasions where such a mixed bag of fish and dragons would need to be accommodated here in the future.

Even though the foreign races only send out basic envoys, the total number is not to be underestimated, and because of the differences in individuals, huge creatures such as giants or dragon spirits can easily occupy a large space.

Thanks to many goblins being pulled to reinforce the combat site, otherwise there would be no way to temporarily accommodate so many outsiders.

They crowded together on the goblin observation deck, looking at the solid experimental site in the distance.

Even though it was crowded with people, there were still many goblins who were just ordinary people flocking in. They used various means to maximize their talents, from spiritual equipment to mechanical props, and even simply used the materials at hand. Knocking and hammering, a temporary high ladder was forged just to catch a glimpse of the opening of this feast.

And even on the observation deck, many races with blood feuds have temporarily put aside their grudges and differences, creating noisy discussions while waiting.

"The things the goblins build are strong, but too small."

"The forest elves actually sent envoys here, too. After all, their main god has already arrived."

"In terms of experience, it's probably God Roland's victory. That God of Victory died in his hands."

"Nonsense! Mr. Okan will never lose! This is the union of two gods!"

Although many races are more optimistic about Roland in a broad sense, the union of the two divine races has also been supported by many people.

Even if they are not as powerful as the God of Victory who has become famous in recent years, considering that they are so old that they have exceeded the history of many races themselves, the authority accumulated over these thousands of years cannot be underestimated.

This is especially true when the goblins make up the majority, because unlike Kainas, Okan, who is usually very easy-going, enjoys a high reputation among the goblins. Whether it is for reason or honor, the goblins only Will support Okan.

"Those ignorant idiots clearly have the vision to judge all dragon materials, but they are still blinded by so-called concepts."

Roland didn't care about Jibril's sneering complaints.

It is normal for creatures to have attachment to their Creator. Even Jibril, who is an alien, respects Artosh, not to mention this group of goblins.

Moreover, it is better to say that the current state of excitement is more in line with Roland's wishes.

To put it simply, his fun-loving nature is at work again.

When he saw the idol in his heart being completely knocked down, the kind of heart that went from great joy to great sadness, almost broken, to him, was more delicious than any delicacy in the world.

Roland smiled slightly and floated above the venue, looking at the spiritual equipment and spells around him.

Although the goblins cannot use spells directly like the forest elves, they can create more interesting results by using a combination of materials.

He didn't have to wait long before the shining light that dispersed the blood-colored dark clouds erupted and began to surge.

In Haddonfell in the distance, the divine furnace in the center sprayed out hot magma, flowing continuously along the veins, and finally gathered in front of Roland.

On the other side, the surging green frenzy rose up not to be outdone. Countless tall twisted giant trees rose up like horned dragons, dotted with flowers as big as several houses, filling this area. The earth was once again dyed into the vibrant appearance it had before the disaster struck.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle in the distance disappeared completely. All rational creatures subconsciously held their breath and focused their attention on the myth that was turning into history in the distance. They didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing it because of this action. which screen.

But the surging emotions like a sea wave still penetrated into the hearts of the gods on the field.

There is an important connection between the formation of the divine essence and prayer. Because of this, even if the concepts they belong to are different, Okan and the others can feel the huge belief contained in it.

Because the end of the war is tense and uneasy in the crisis of destruction.

The desire to do whatever it takes to survive because of the survival of the race.

Because of the pride of being able to challenge the strongest God of War and create history.

Even without any extra publicity, the prayer contained in it is undoubtedly the pinnacle that even the gods should pay attention to.

The possibility of creating a new world.

Witness the birth of the strongest name.

This simple fanaticism is enough to be the reason for the birth of gods.

Although the strongest marrow has been occupied, as long as he can become the winner of such a war, he will definitely have the favor of the strongest name and have the hope of standing on the same level as Artosh.

"I originally planned to say sorry to you, but it seems that this kind of thing was expected by you."

Okan muttered and looked at the crowd in the distance. Fighting at home, although the recognition of the goblins could not oppress Roland, this prayer would form a pillar for Okan to support, and even use, guide, and then create Get rid of the excess essence.

Roland shrugged casually.

"It's just a whim. My original plan was just to crush the god seed in front of everyone, thinking that the scene would be very interesting. In addition, with this method, I can also be justified. Let me borrow something from you."

"Borrow it? When did you become such a polite person?"

Cainas looked at Roland and said in a sarcastic tone.

But Okan was not distracted by Kainas's anger, he frowned and asked.

"With your status, is there anything else in this world that you need to borrow from us? But it doesn't matter."

"It's nothing," Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, showing his cold teeth, "I just want to

——I'm just borrowing your spiritual essence to calm my mind. "

Okan sighed, and the surging magma quickly floated around him, turning into a pillar of fire connecting to the sky.

"Really? Such greedy desire is also a desirable existence."

"However, we will not sit still and wait for death!"

In the light that cannot be captured at all, the howling blazing wind distorts the light, the majestic and suffocating magic power crushes everything, and the thick wind pressure that spreads tens of thousands of miles directly crushes the space.

"boom--!"

In the spectacle of falling stars, accompanied by deafening roars, the challenge to the name of the strongest officially kicked off.