-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Sundries -> From private soldier to general Volume 1 Chapter 498 Civil strife
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- Chapter 498 Civil strife
Jason thought for a moment, then nodded. Did Al Drogo say that? He has read all the records of the battles between his tribe and the Charno people, and has personally asked the surviving warriors. Everyone still remembers the ¡®black mecha¡¯ of the Charno people. That was the only human weapon they encountered that threatened them, and of course the likes of the 'Venerable' were not among them. In the eyes of the barbarians, the 'Venerable' and his kind should not be classified as living beings. They are a group of living 'gods', and perhaps also 'demons'.
"The starship cannot pass through the blood gate, but the mecha can." Al Drogo said calmly. Although all this is just his speculation, the expression on his face seems to indicate that he is quite confident in his judgment. "Rega is a very good person, smart and good at calculations. To be precise, he is more like a businessman in the human world. He is always used to converting everything into quantitative numbers no matter what he does. People like him will do things that are not good for themselves. What about the matter." Al Drogo's eyes moved to the light in the distance, "The Imperial Alliance, the secret forces This time the 'Kabbalah Secret Society', which has been silent for thousands of years, is out in full force. Rhaegar cannot be unaware of these forces. It won¡¯t play a big role in this battle. Why would he do this?¡±
Jason listened quietly, thinking about Al Drogo's question.
"Because he is using this method to express the Barbarian people's willingness to withdraw from this war. Or it can be said that this is a compromiseor surrender. He uses this in exchange for Charno's opportunity to send troops to rescue the Barbarian people. .¡±
"But how can the Rhagacharno deal with the likes of the 'Virgin'?" Jason asked.
"He doesn't. But besides the Charno people, who can help us?" Al Drogo smiled coldly, "Of course, maybe he has some inside information that we don't know yet during these days. "
Al Drogo seemed to have thought about it and pondered for a moment, "Don't you think Charnor's rise is too fast? This is not in line with common sense at all." He looked up and saw Jason who was confused, and laughed in self-mockery. . "You have never been exposed to the outside world. Of course, not a year ago, Charno was still struggling between the two major alliances, but today he has dominated the world and the speed of his rise is unexpected. Even if it is called ' "Miracles" is not an exaggeration. There must be secrets hidden here. Mechas that transcend the times, endless supplies of materials and energy, and two planetary fortresses According to the normal development trajectory of the human world, these may take a hundred It took a thousand years to complete, but it suddenly appeared in front of our eyes It's really contrary to common sense."
Jason is a smart man, but his narrow knowledge is not enough for him to understand the outside world. Al Drogo said much that he could not understand. But at this moment, he didn't care about any of that. He just wants to be like his clan members? "In other words, humans are helping us fight against the 'Honored One', so will we win?" Don't skip the word.
"I don't," Al Drogo replied. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think Yi Lexiang and his mechas would be a match for these enemies who appeared out of nowhere. Since they can control the savages, they can also control humans. But thinking about all the strange things that happened to that young man, he felt that the 'miracles' would continue to happen. However, all this seems to have nothing to do with him, who only has a dilapidated starship in hand, carrying remnants of soldiers who have no courage to die.
The flames of the Flame Throne were burning fiercely, and the magnificent temple had long been turned into ruins. Warriors wearing the same fire armor stared at each other with hostility. The 'Venerable' let out an extremely angry roar, and invisible power spread like ripples.
"How dare you disobey?"
The number of soldiers surrounding the temple far outnumbered those being surrounded, but amid the roar of the 'Honored One', they staggered back subconsciously. The encirclement quickly expanded a lot, and the sights gathered in the blazing flames were filled with awe.
The flames of the Flame Throne soared into the sky, covering up the figure of the 'Venerable' hiding in the flames. However, when the sound came out, the fierce battlefield immediately fell into awe-inspiring calm. The 'Bloodriders' who were loyal to the 'Venerable' took advantage of this opportunity to quickly break away from the battle and once again formed a line of defense with the help of the ruins of the collapsed temple.
And their opponents, former comrades-in-arms, and warriors who were also 'Blood Guards' quietly retreated, re-consolidating their defense lines, and prepared to launch a new offensive again.
"We are just trying to save ourselves." An old voice came from the crowd. A gap opened in the dense battle formation, and an old man in white walked to the front of the battle formation. Beside him, dozens of tough warriors holding fire shields followed step by step. Their twinkling eyes looking at the Throne of Flame were full of awe and fear, but their steps were extremely firm.
The air was filled with a long-lost atmosphere, and the faces of the bloodriders who were loyal to the 'Venerable' showed a look of surprise. Over the years, they are still the firstReliving the gentle spiritual power of the 'Prophet' for the first time, they thought that the blood of the Prophet had disappeared since the strange change.
"Hasn't the line of prophets been cut off long ago?" Don't skip the word. The 'Venerable' seemed to be quite surprised by the old man's appearance.
"The blood of the prophet has never disappeared, I just turned to covert activities due to your influence." The old man stopped at the front of the battle formation, but the distance of just a few dozen meters seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Several guards reached out to support the shaky body of the 'Prophet', and a stream of spiritual power was sent along the hand of the old man into the old body whose vitality was on the verge of drying up.
"Forced by Yin's coercion? To save yourself?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the voice of 'Venerable Master', "Can I listen to your explanation?" Without skipping words.
The old man in white clothes had just calmed down and breathed. He heard the sarcasm in the words of the 'venerable' and felt the huge and irresistible spiritual power contained in the voice. He stared at the beating flame for a long time, and softly said three words: "Who are you?" "
"" The flames of the Throne of Flame seemed to have been poured with thousands of kilograms of fuel, suddenly rising up, and then a beast-like howl came from the flames. Several huge stone pillars that had not yet fallen collapsed in the roar, approaching the throne. The 'Bloodriders' also fell down in the sound. When the sound fell silent, the ruins of the temple were filled with the helpless moans of the 'Bloodriders' soldiers.
Several guards holding fire shields stood nervously in front of the old man in white. The fire armor shields were connected together, and the constantly shaking Hokage was like their uneasy hearts.
The old man in white pushed away the guard in front of him, his old face changing in light and darkness in the firelight, "You don't know who you are, do you?" He shouted loudly, "Let me tell you, you were once the most outstanding and most outstanding member of the barbarian clan. A talented warrior and a leader with the ability to coordinate the overall situation. At least, that was what all the prophets and wise men thought many years ago. We once regarded you as the hope of quelling the civil strife of our tribe. We once hoped that with the help of With the sword in your hand, you can lead our clan out of the quagmire of constant fighting and toward a brighter future."
The old man in white took a few breaths, and a young man also in white rushed out of the crowd to support the old man. His left hand was tightly attached to the old man's back. The pale white spiritual power unique to the prophet family was instilled along the young man's palm. To the old man's almost withered body. The old man clapped the young man's hands happily, with a look of love flashing in his eyes, and whispered, child, you shouldn't come out. "
The young man shook his head stubbornly and firmly, pursed his lips, no.
The old man looked at the other party kindly and helplessly, and turned his gaze back to the blazing flame again.
"That was you before," he continued, "not you now. You are just a lost soul disturbed by the struggle between two consciousnesses."
"But I have never done anything sorry for you." The voice of 'Venerable' returned to calmness.
"Slaying my prophet's lineage secretly, isn't it a sense of injustice to our people? Returning to the real world and letting the blood of my people flow endlessly, isn't it a sense of injustice to our people? Use violence to fight violence, kill to stop killing, and enslave the people to submit under your feet. , aren't you sorry"
"The prophet's lineage hinders me from unifying the barbarian wilderness," the venerable interrupted the old man impatiently. "Not only are you pedantic, but you also oppose me everywhere and spread rumors. I was forced to take this step. Over the years, I have been obsessed with surrender. Don¡¯t all my people treat each other equally and never raise a butcher¡¯s knife? As for returning to the real worldisn¡¯t this the result of you secretly adding fuel to the flames?¡±
"We are just following the trend." The old man protested.
"Haha, okay, even so, what's wrong with returning to a peaceful world and recreating the glory of the barbarian clan? That world originally belonged to you. Isn't a calm and peaceful living space exactly what you want?"
"But we are not a knife in someone's hand. Hidden in your body is a soul that is not human, not of my kind, and has ulterior motives. You sharpened the steel knife of the barbarian just to achieve your unknown purpose. .¡±
"Those who are not of my race have ulterior motives." The Venerable's voice turned cold and stern, "I'm afraid this is the real reason why you have been holding back and plotting secretly for so many years."
"No," the old man admitted frankly, "but we didn't expect that you are not alone. There are people like you in this world." At this point, the old man in white showed a trace of annoyance on his face.
"Everyone who is the same as me is my enemy Oh? You must have seen through this before you dare to launch the attack today." The Venerable said suddenly.
The old man remained silent, acquiescing to this fact.
"It's a pity that you expected it a bit. My companions are a group of people who are more cruel than me. In front of them, you can't help but?? is an ant. "
"Fortunately, they were defeated," the old man said proudly, "and they were defeated by a group of ants in your eyes."
Chapter 498 Civil strife
Chapter 498 Civil strife - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page