Fairy’s Box

Highland Kingdom, Court.

"Your Majesty, according to our lurker, the governor of Celtic has organized a monster army. There are currently three Vum and 5,000 rock monsters." The rune warrior with a pair of eyes knelt in front of the throne and narrated respectfully.

"Hahahahaha!"

The echo of his words had not disappeared, and the entire court was enveloped in a roar of laughter.

"I can't think of Rosevia, who claims to be in the middle of the country, when she is so embarrassed, she actually has to use the power of monsters to fight against us and the Free Alliance."

Highland King Gary Fannon touched his well-maintained long beard, his sturdy body trembled constantly on the throne, and he burst into tears with a smile.

"We and our allies have locked the entire atrium, forming a siege of the evil empire. Facing this three-sided encirclement, the whole world is enemies, what can they do?" The highland nobles stood up and said in high spirits.

"We still have to be careful. Rosevians are cunning and cautious, and maybe there is something behind." An old noble shook his head and said with some concern.

"What else can they have behind, they are forced to use monsters as an army, hahahaha!" The previous highland noble said and couldn't help laughing again.

"Hahaha……"

The king hadn't been so happy for a long time, and he was still worried when he joined the Free Alliance for a while, for fear that the Roseviers would tear their faces and send a large army to directly level the Highland Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, in the confrontation of the Cold War, that nightmarish empire dared not start a war, not only did not send a soldier, but just accepted a governor who was less than 20 years old to perfunctory.

This wonderful opportunity, doesn't it show that the evil empire is already declining, and the Highland Kingdom is the time for the prosperity of the country?

The great cause of conquering the lost territory of the kingdom and rebuilding the Celtic Empire must be realized in one's own hands!

However, it is necessary to be cautious. The stunned governor can climb out of the dead pile of cross-border wars, and he must have some skills.

Thinking of this, His Majesty Fannon gradually restrained his smile, looked at the Rune warrior who was still kneeling on the ground, and said sternly: "How many monsters he can theoretically recruit in total?"

"Go back to your majesty! Celtic has millions of monsters. In theory, the governor can recruit them, but in reality, he can't do it. A single language barrier is an insurmountable gap."

This rune warrior has been lurking in Kayle for a long time, and he knows the situation there like the back of his hand, saying:

"And among the monsters with a slightly higher IQ, only the harpies, rock monsters, poison ivy, water lizards, and Vam, the descendant of dragons, can be counted in combat effectiveness."

"Theoretically, all these can be at his disposal?" The Highland King asked with a frown.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but the harpies and poison ivy will not be under his control, because these two monsters hate humans very much, and humans have no good impression of them. But he only needs to integrate the water lizards and rock monsters. He Dragonborn is still a strong strength, but the kingdom still has an absolute advantage."

"..."

His Majesty Fannon pondered for a moment, then solemnly instructed: "Then secretly notify those lurkers left in Celtic, let them do whatever it takes to sabotage the plan of the Rosevians to integrate the monsters."

"Your Majesty...we can't do it."

The Rune warrior had sweat on his forehead and knelt down even lower, and said hesitantly, "Our warriors have suffered heavy losses during this time... We are short of manpower..."

"Understaffed! How is this possible?"

The King of the Highlands widened his eyes, raised the scepter in his hand, pointed at the other party and asked, "If I remember correctly, the number of lurkers we stayed in Celtic should be more than 2,000."

"Your Majesty...we have tattoos on our bodies...wigs can only cover up for a while."

He raised his head, his face was covered with wet sweat, and said tremblingly:

"Now the Rosevians spend a lot of money to buy our scalps, and if they collect enough, they can also upgrade the VIPs of the Sound Nest training base... Those mercenaries hunted our lurkers like crazy... Brothers have been killed and wounded most of the time, With the remaining part alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to complete the task.”

"Useless things!"

There was a hint of anger on King Fannon's face, and he swung his scepter violently, hitting him **** the back of the head.

boom--!

The head of the rune warrior burst open like a watermelon in an instant, and the red and white flesh dripped all over the ground, quickly soaking the luxurious dark red carpet.

The palace was as quiet as a cemetery, no matter the nobles or the servants, they were all staring at the toes of their shoes without squinting, and they didn't even dare to aggravate the sound of breathing.

"..."

The king looked around blankly for a week, his eyes swept across the faces of the nobles, and finally stopped on the head of a sturdy Rune warrior, and suddenly shouted:

"Duke!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The other party's burly body suddenly shook, and he quickly stood up.

"I remember that you served as a lurker. Now I'll give you two hundred people. Find a way to climb over Hadrian's Wall and destroy the plan of the Governor of Rosevia."

"Your Majesty! I need money, I need enough money to bribe the mercenaries, otherwise I'm afraid it will be difficult to accomplish your will." He looked straight ahead and said with gritted teeth.

"Can."

His Majesty Fan Nong nodded rationally, showing a pleasant expression, and said lightly: "But if you fail, don't come back."

"As ordered..."

He glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and his body suddenly trembled.

"correct!"

The King of the Highlands seemed to remember something again, weighed the scepter in his hand, and continued to order:

"Although the Celtic governor is assembling a monster auxiliary army, it is impossible not to train the regular army. You have to find out how many people there are in their regular army."

"As ordered."

"Go and prepare the manpower now, and get the money you need from me before you leave."

"..."

Watching his subordinates exit the palace, His Majesty Fannon turned his attention to the Cardinal again, and asked with a smile: "His Royal Highness Yosef, when will the equipment that His Majesty the Pope promised to support us arrive?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

The cardinal didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and said calmly, "In a week at most, our officers and weapons and supplies will arrive at the same time."

"Praise the Lord."

The Highland King quickly crossed his chest, his face full of gratitude.