Chapter 136 Something more terrifying than sand sculptures
Senior players from the three major clubs gradually discovered that there were too many game elements in Death Scourge.
This is not a simple game of leveling up and fighting monsters. Diplomatic relations, power struggles, political factors, city management, etc. are all indispensable game elements.
Even a man like Long Aotian, who was rough and brainless, realized the power of the Lion Empire and had to create a buffer period for the development of all players.
No matter whether this buffer period is short or long, it is better to have it than not.
Long Aotian set out, bringing his own team members with him, looking at the world-class mission map all the way, and rushed to a place thirty kilometers away to meet the envoy team.
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"Hey, Brother Long, look!"
Ma Kesi raised his hand and pointed forward: "Look, that's the envoy group!"
Long Aotian raised his head and looked, and saw a convoy appearing at the far end of the plain. Above the convoy was a flag embroidered with a mighty lion pattern. Could this be the envoy group from the Lion Empire?
It's been more than an hour, and it's finally here.
"Oh, a guest is coming."
Long Aotian waved his hand and said, "Young men, get ready to welcome them! Ma Kesi, take a few people to greet them first!"
"okay."
With Ma Kesi dead in front of him, he ran all the way with several high-level players at full speed.
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Because the Lion Empire's proposal for peace this time was proposed by the old dean, a small part of the delegation members are magicians, and the captain of the delegation is also the magician Andrew.
In addition to the magicians, there are several clergy members in the mission. The highest rank is only a bishop, and there is no high priest.
Because the palace master was worried that the Northern City would do something new, he killed another high priest.
The magicians and clergy were the main members of the peace negotiations, and the rest were the Knights Templar and soldiers, which totaled less than fifty people.
Andrew saw from afar a human in magician's clothes running towards him with a few undead spirits.
"There are undead! They are evil beings!"
Bishop Abel was shocked and immediately took a vigilant stance: "Prepare for battle!"
"Don't panic."
Andrew waved his hand, got off the carriage with a smile, and walked towards the group of undead: "Excuse me, is the city in the north ahead?"
"Yes Yes!"
Ma Kesi Lianlian nodded and glanced at Andrew: "Are you from the peace delegation?"
Andrew was quite surprised.
Logically speaking, the Northern City should not know that they came to seek peace.
It seems that this city in the north is indeed worthy of its reputation, and it indeed possesses a magical method that can learn about the movements and intentions of the Lion Empire in advance.
It was definitely not Marshal Alex's fault that the food supplies were ambushed and burned. It was just that these undead were too cunning.
"Yes, your Excellency."
Andrew nodded and glanced at Ma Kesi who was wearing a magician's robe. He smiled and said, "You must be a powerful undead magician in the Northern City. I am Andrew, a magician from the Thorn Flower Magic Academy, and the captain of the Peace Envoy Group."
Andrew was the first to reveal his identity. The Thorn Flower Magic Academy has a very high status in the hearts of magicians on the Esk continent, which is tantamount to a holy place.
It can be said that all magic in the world originated from the Thorn Flower School of Magic. Even the magic of the dead was once dabbled in and researched by the Thorn Flower School of Magic.
According to Andrew's guess, with his background, the undead magicians in the Northern City should not do anything to him, but would be more respectful to him.
Ma Kesi nodded in sudden realization, then said, "Oh, I haven't heard of you."
The smile on Andrew’s face was a little stiff.
After all, Andrew is the current Dean of the branch magic department and honorary vice-dean of the Thorn Flower Magic Academy, and he enjoys a high reputation in the magician circle.
I'm so famous, and as a magician, how come you've never heard of me?
Andrew suspected that the guy in front of him did it on purpose.
"All right."
Andrew nodded and said, "Are you here to welcome us into the city, sir?"
"Yes."
Ma Kesi waved his hand: "Everyone, follow me!"
Andrew ordered the delegation: "Let's go, keep moving forward."
Bishop Abel was very angry. He didn't know why His Majesty the King had designated Andrew as the captain of the delegation.
It was obvious that this group of necromancers had stolen the Northern City and summoned a large number of evil undead creatures, yet Andrew was still so polite to them!
Abel even began to suspect whether Andrew was in cahoots with this group of people and was secretly colluding with them.
Ordinary people cannot understand the thinking of a religious madman. Abel was silent in the team. After seeing a trace of disgust in the eyes of Andrew and the undead, he made up his mind to find evidence in the next peace action and report Andrew when he returned to the Lion Empire.
If Andrew could be suppressed and punished by His Majesty, or even executed for treason, it would greatly undermine the power of the Thorn Flower Magic Academy.
It will also make His Excellency the Palace Master happy and remember his contribution.
The envoy team walked forward a bit and soon saw Long Aotian and others.
Andrew looked ahead curiously.
A large number of undead skeleton soldiers stood in two rows, holding two round metal objects in their hands. They looked like shields, but they were too thin.
They looked like soldiers, standing straight and dividing a passage.
A large number of undead stood there, their pale bones reflecting a strange light in the sun , their heads slightly tilted, soul fire flickering in their hollow eyes, looking at the messengers in unison.
This scene is so weird no matter how you look at it, it's comparable to a real R-rated horror movie!
"There is a conspiracy!"
Abel's pupils shrank, and he quickly stepped forward and whispered to Andrew: "Lord Andrew, there must be a conspiracy! These undead may be holding a powerful weapon! They may attack us!"
"Lord Andrew, please allow me to cast my magic to drive away these undead spirits!"
In response to Abel's request, Andrew shook his head, then looked at Markus and pointed at the undead in front of him.
"Sir, they are..."
Before Andrew finished speaking, something strange happened.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound and sudden explosion.
The messengers were startled and looked at the undead skeletons in front of them with confusion and fear.
Why did these guys suddenly smash the small shields in their hands?
"Dangdangdang! Dangdang! Dangdangdang!"
The rhythmic sound of beating rang out, the gongs and drums were loud, and the scene was very lively.
The undead players shouted in unison while beating the gongs in their hands.
"Welcome! Welcome! Warm welcome!"
"Welcome! Welcome! Warm welcome!"
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Andrew was stunned.
The envoys were also stunned.
Xu Xiaofan, who had been secretly watching from behind the screen, couldn't help but sigh, "I knew it would be like this..."
"Long Aotian is nothing but a fool! What's more terrifying than a fool is a bunch of fools!"
It is obvious that the Aotian Club under Long Aotian is just a group of typical stupid and second-year players.
Ma Kesi looked at the scene in front of him with great satisfaction. Everyone had received a lot of training in normal times and they did not let down at the critical moment.
Let these NPCs see the passion of the players!
"Hahaha, welcome, welcome!"
Long Aotian walked out from the middle passage of the undead skeletons, strode forward with vigorous steps and an enthusiastic .
"Welcome the Lion Empire envoys to the Northern City! As one of the masters of the city, I extend a warm welcome!"
"Come on, come on, this must be Mr. Andrew, right?"
Long Aotian laughed loudly and put his arm around Andrew's shoulders, which made Andrew feel flattered. "Who are you and why do you know my name?"
Is there any need to ask? It must be that Ma Kesi secretly told Brother Long in a private message.
"It does not matter!"
Long Aotian's face was full of sternness as he pulled at his magician's robe: "Did you see that? I am also a magician! An undead magician! People in the city say that I am a great villain, a great magician-level warrior!"
"We are all magicians. In the end, we are all family!"
"Why be polite to one another? From now on, we are good brothers. We share happiness together, and you take the lead in times of trouble!"
Long Aotian spoke very quickly, holding Andrew's hand, and his attitude was very enthusiastic.
Since Brother Cong has entrusted us with such an important task, we should treat it well. It is just to entertain NPCs! It is definitely no different from socializing in real life!
No matter who the NPC is, just pass a cigarette, hug each other, and we will walk together for the rest of our lives.
Our Brother Long is such a social person.
Andrew was a little confused and at a loss. Long Aotian's tone and words seemed quite strange to him. Although he could understand most of the meaning, some words were still not clear to him.
Especially the sentence "We share the good times, and you take the lead in the bad times."
The more Andrew thought about it, the more he felt that this sentence was a bit strange. He always felt as if he had suffered a loss?
