Chapter 388 Open the door and release Erha
On January 10, 1033, the time in the other world, after several days of careful consideration, the lich Enwei came to the door again with a dark face.
It was still the villa located in the suburbs of the royal city that the Rhine royal family had specially chosen to receive the Nightmare Butcher. Yang Qiu, who had just returned from Earth, happily took out iced happy water to entertain the distinguished guest.
"I can agree to your request, but I need to know what you want." The lich Enwei, who did not show his skeleton body and did not wear a mask, ignored the suspicious black drink bubbling with bubbles and said expressionlessly, "You have already captured Innadri and Adler, but don't say you have no ideas about other territories in the Rhine Kingdom."
Yang Qiu smiled calmly and said, "You guessed half right."
"Which half?" Envy asked.
"I want more than just Rhine." Yang Qiu said.
Enwei: “…”
The lich, who was also an old acquaintance, looked at Yang Qiu as if he were a madman.
"How much fun can you have being trapped in the intrigues of a border country like the Rhine?" Yang Qiu said with a smile: "You have successfully transformed into a lich, and it won't be a big problem for you to live until the next war of gods. In such a long life, have you ever thought about finding something interesting to do?"
Enwei looked away and thought silently, as if he had secretly made up his mind to give up the idea of cooperating with this madman.
"Of course, these have no impact on our cooperation." Yang Qiu timely retracted the JIOJIO that kicked open the other party's worldview, and did not throw out his purpose of pointing the sword at the Nosk Federation. He said calmly, "I can assure you that Prince Andre's life safety and superior life will not be greatly affected. If this prince can be a little better than Coulson O'Neill, or at least not too bad, then he still has at least a quarter of a chance to become king."
This fellow's tone was so arrogant that Enwei's mouth twitched: "Aren't you afraid that the Rhine Royal Family will go all out and ask the Kenya Empire for help?"
The areas ruled by the Undead regime have been meticulously paying tithes to the Gold Coin Church for two consecutive years, and have also actively sent the undead to assist the church in dealing with disasters. It is no longer possible to expect the Gold Coin Church to send manpower to fight the undead in its own diocese - there is no harm in not fighting, and there is no benefit in fighting. Even an idiot knows how to make the choice.
As for the Storm Church, as long as the King of Rhine is not completely crazy, he will not dare to invite such a ferocious neighbor so close to his home into his house - if the Rhine Kingdom becomes a member of the Nosk Federation and becomes a parish of the Storm Church, then even the Gold Coin Church, which has money and is easy to talk to, will go crazy and wipe out the entire royal family.
If they seek help from the Church of the Fiery Sun, although the cost will be very high, there is also the risk of the Rhine Kingdom becoming an "enclave" of the Kenyan Empire. After all, the main combat power of the Church of the Fiery Sun is still tied up in the Middle-earth region, and its hands cannot reach that far.
Yang Qiu smiled strangely.
The lich Enwei was frightened by the guy's strange laugh and his scalp went numb.
"Well... since you are here to help me, I might as well tell you the truth." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "This is what happened... Last year, a survey team from the Church of the Fiery Sun went to Tarantan and took the initiative to attack my undead."
"Although my undead had no choice but to launch a defensive counterattack and captured the investigation team, we did not want the relationship with the Blazing Sun Church to continue to deteriorate, so we later showed goodwill and agreed to the Blazing Sun Church to redeem the investigation team and ease the relationship between us."
After a pause, Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Unfortunately, the Church of the Blazing Sun seems to have a deep misunderstanding of me and is unmoved. So before the Winter Festival, we decided to release one of the higher-ranking captives to show our sincerity . By now, this captive should have entered the Middle-earth region."
Lich Enwei: "..."
If the lich's psychological activities are translated into a way that the Chinese can understand, then his inner thoughts at this moment should be interpreted by the well-known animated emoticon package - I don't believe you! The old man is very bad!
The lich Enwei said expressionlessly: "Is this what you call the truth?"
"To put it another way, we released a prisoner and brought back our sincerity in peace talks." Yang Qiu said bluntly, "and before this prisoner conveyed our sincerity clearly, my undead are 'very likely' to take a walk, travel, or stroll around the battlefield in Middle-earth, and pick up some unwanted things from the Kenyan soldiers and take them home."
"Can these two statements mean the same thing?!" Enwei, the lich whose voice was always calm and pleasant, yelled out in a panic.
"Of course, my friend." Yang Qiu said uprightly, "If I can't let the Kenya Empire and the Fiery Sun Church know that my undead have the ability to steal their homes at any time regardless of the distance, how can they understand our sincerity in the negotiation?"
There is reconciliation between the weak and the strong, and between the strong and the strong. There is no reconciliation between the strong and the weak!
We have 30,000 of us who don't need logistics or supplies. The immortal undead can jump on your face and smash your bear face at any time. If you want to fight me, you must send your troops on a long expedition. It all depends on who can outlast the enemy!
Well, the bigger reason is that there has been no major event for a month (Earth time) since the siege of Dutata City. Those players have been destroying houses everywhere, and the frequency of harassment of residents in Innadli City and Dutata City has increased sharply. Yang Qiu has to find something for these idiots to do...
The lich Enwei took a deep breath.
The last trump card that the Rhine royal family can currently play is to lure the Kenyan Empire's army into the country. Yang said that not only does he not care about this trump card, but he is also gearing up to force the Kenyan Empire to "reconcile"...
"I understand that you are in a difficult position being caught between me and Princess Harriet. How about you wait patiently for a while and talk about this matter after we have broken the ice with the Church of the Fiery Sun?" Yang Qiu said sympathetically.
Lich Enwei: "..."
This guy's tone was still extremely arrogant, but this time, Enwei really couldn't open his mouth to complain.
"I will look forward to the day when you mentor little Prince Andre and fight alongside me." Yang Qiu looked Enwei up and down with a smile. It was useless to be a prince, but a high-level spellcaster was still very useful.
The lich Enwei disappeared on the spot without saying a word.
"What a bad temper."
Yang Qiu didn't mind the lich's little temper. He picked up Enwei's untouched iced cola and took a sip.
Immerse your mind into the matrix and find the anchor point for young Brook.
This young boy who was rescued by the players before attacking Westram has a talent for field work. After successfully completing the undercover investigation of the underground population black market trade routes last year, he was sent out to Yang Qiu again.
Now, the young man and his companions disguised themselves as a group of war refugees and hid in the southern part of Middle-earth.
The young Brook was ordered to bring the portable teleportation array to the northern part of Middle-earth, and was told to disperse and hide the teleportation array he brought - it didn't matter if it was far away from the "battlefield map", it just meant that the players had to walk more distance.
In such a dangerous place, Yang Qiu would definitely not consider sending people to protect the teleportation array; before the dozens of portable teleportation arrays brought by Brooke were found and destroyed, the 30,000 players would definitely make the Kenya Empire's front line in a mess... Yang Qiu had no doubt at all about the destructive power of these players.
After drinking the Coke, Yang Qiu allocated part of his attention to the projected clone in Dutata City.
Kingsley, who was squatting in the City Lord's Mansion helping Yang Qiu to look after the house, noticed that the projection clone who was standing in the courtyard to deal with the undead turned around and pushed the door in. He knew that it was a disciple looking for him, and sat up lazily.
"Kingsley, do you want a stable anchor point?" Yang Qiu controlled the projection clone to sit down and went straight to the point.
Kingsley: "...Huh?"
"Using yourself as the core, create a spiritual imprint matrix and pull the soul projections of intelligent creatures with imprints into the matrix..."
Yang Qiu carefully explained to Kingsley his experience in creating the brand matrix, and said: "After your magic tower is built, you will transfer the matrix core to the magic tower, and you will not have to bear the pressure of continuous consumption."
The underlying structure within the imprint matrix, that is, the non-core anchor points that make up the matrix, must be as balanced as possible.
Kingsley, who was already a high-level spellcaster more than two hundred years ago and whose mental power exceeded six thousand according to the value set by Yang Qiu, would destroy the core stability of Yang Qiu if he entered Yang Qiu's matrix - the appearance of two super-high-value imprints in the same matrix would be like having two sets of main control programs installed on a computer at the same time. It would be strange if there were no problems.
In order for the guide who led him to the path of spellcasting to gain a stable anchor and a chance to advance and break through, Kingsley had to become the core of another set of branding matrix.
"Wait a minute." Kingsley stretched out his hand and said inexplicably, "Even if you say so, how can there be so many advanced creatures willing to respond to the mental matrix controlled by others? Wouldn't that expose your mental flaws to others?"
"Don't worry about that. As long as the matrix with you as the main structure can ensure stability and provide a unique 'way of entertainment' for the soul projections connected to the matrix, it will be fine." Yang Qiu waved his hand and said confidently.
Kingsley's head was full of question marks: "Huh??"
Yang Qiu didn't care whether he could understand or not, he showed his brand matrix on the spot, let Kingsley analyze the structure as a reference, and instructed him to change it in a direction that was more suitable for him...
Kingsley could not ignore the toxic components in the magic power like Yang Qiu did, and meditate madly to restore his mental strength to "charge" the brand matrix. This meant that the matrix built with Kingsley as the core could not act as a stable "server" like Yang Qiu and allow Earth players to log in 24 hours a day.
In view of the fact that Kingsley can only maintain the matrix for a short period of time, Yang Qiu came up with a solution - to let Kingsley start a "limited-time chicken game".
It is only open from 8 pm to 12 am Earth time. Before Kingsley's Mage Tower is built, the universal "internal test" excuse can continue to be used. Only one chicken-eating map will be opened at a time, and only a hundred chicken-eating players will be "received" in the same time period.
He only needs to accept the spiritual imprints of one hundred Earthlings' soul projections at the same time, and each time he only needs to maintain it for ten hours (in the other world), so Kingsley can definitely withstand it.
During the open period of the matrix, Kingsley can meditate without any worries, consume his mental power, and then meditate to recover. The benefits of improving his mental power and soul strength are beyond comparison even by taking a lot of potions...
