Chapter 119： Weak countries without diplomacy

"Huh!" exhaling a suffocating breath, the chief knight commander shook his head, and said with regret: "I know that this task can't be completed by just explaining it casually."

He drew out the long sword from his waist with a backhand "chung", expressing calmly: "To blame, blame you for being too weak, mortals... Be cleaner, don't mess up the side of Lanhill that you brought. Wang Qi!"

"Fireball!" A dragon knight behind him flicked his backhand, and a huge fireball enveloped the besieging guards of the Arrant Empire in the flames. The slightly dark palace suddenly became brighter, illuminating everyone's cloudy eyes.

"Devil Flame Sword!" A sharp fire swept across, and another guard soldier fell in a pool of blood. Their bodies were charred and pretending to be miserable, scaring the ministers around him to retreat frequently.

A soldier from the Arrant Empire struck a dragon knight's armor from the back with a sword. The dragon knight slowly turned his head, looking unharmed like a demon king, watching his opponent attacking him with a sneer. His own long sword was drawn from the body of the Arrant Empire soldier.

He turned back, twisted his neck, and grabbed the opponent's collar: "Even the magical defense on my armor can't be broken. It's so weak and pitiful. May you be bathed in the glory of magic in your next life," rest in peace!"

After speaking, his long sword passed through the chamber of the Arante Empire Guard soldier, and cut open the opponent's armor like a cheese, and came out from the opponent's back. Then, he put aside the corpse and looked at the Arante Empire Guards, who were too numerous to take a step forward.

"Wow, wow." Accompanied by the sound of the armors colliding with each other, the great knight held his head high and stepped up the steps with the gorgeous patterns carved step by step. At his feet are fallen corpses and twisted armor, as well as warm blood that is flowing and spreading along the pattern.

Every time he went up a step, the ministers of the Arante Empire, who had all kinds of corpses around him, subconsciously retreated half a step back. These cowardly high-ranking men seemed weak when faced with absolute power. One quail.

"You..." Under the steps, Prime Minister Clark, who shouldn't have stood up, finally stood up. He trembled with his hand and pointed at the Great Knight Commander of the Holy Demon Empire on the steps, and said angrily: "We, Arante never did. I'm sorry about the Holy Demon Empire, how can you..."

"He ordered the action just now? It's a pity, kill it." Stopped on the last step, glanced at Clark, the Grand Knight commanded coldly.

As soon as his words fell, the two dragon knights took their long swords and bullied them forward, and the result was Clark's life. The once unattainable imperial prime minister, when he died, didn't even have the courage to struggle.

Seeing the strange place of Prime Minister Clark in the gorgeous robes, the Grand Knight commander retracted his gaze, raised his foot to the last step, and stood in front of Arant Hook.

"I abdicated... I abdicated..." Hook, who staggered because of the throne's obstacle, said nervously, crying. Although the ancestors left behind is valuable, but his own life seems to be more important. Hook knew that if he was not convinced, he would really die here today.

What he didn't expect was that the great knight commander standing in front of him was not willing to give him any chance. I just listened to the other party sneered and said: "It's late, I gave you a chance..."

After that, in the horrified gaze of the densely packed Guards soldiers, the great knight commander nailed King Hook to the throne with a sword, and then turned to look at everyone in Dazhong: "Go to the king of Lanhill Flag it, if anyone dares to stop, take it to feed the dragon!"

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"Uh...that's how you paid?" Hearing Bakaroff mentioning the "payment" he brought, Chris looked at his confidant Desai with a dubious cry. They originally thought that the Holy Demon Empire would bleed a lot because of this, but they didn't expect that this time they didn't plan to be ridiculous.

Have you ever bought something like this? After eating and drinking in the restaurant, he reached out and grabbed the passerby sitting beside him, stabbed him to death with a knife, then pointed to the corpse and said to the waiter: "Pay the bill, the wallet is in his pocket!"

This is the total robber! Even if Chris is full of civilizations from the earth, he has never seen such shameless power politics. Even when Britain and France ceded the Sudetenland, they did not say that Czechoslovakia was directly given away...

After being shocked, Chris even had a state of envy. He looked at Bakaroff and felt that this was the real charm of an old-brand empire: what is power politics? This is power politics!

"Weak country, no diplomacy." Chris looked at the ministers around him with a wry smile, and said, "Since the other party has already paid, let's see how much they have to pay."

"You! Your Majesty Chris! Please don't be so greedy! Isn't it enough for the entire Arante Empire?" Bakaroff's eyelids were trembling, and he leaned forward against the edge of the table and asked.

"Of course it's not enough. The Arante Empire is already fat on my lips. You push it into my mouth. It's just a matter of effort. Do you want me to be a human being?" Chris looked at him in surprise. Karlov, it seems difficult to understand the logic of the other party.

"Okay! The Holy Demon Empire decided to issue another 10,000 magic **** of knowledge!" Bakaroff suppressed his anger and offered another price.

He felt that ever since he started dealing with Lanhill, his temper has been getting better every day. Where did he talk to people in such a low voice before? When encountering such a mortal, he chopped it up and fed the dragon.

"50,000!" Chris stretched out his palm and bargained with Bakaroff.

"Don't deceive too much!" Bakaroff glared at him, staring at Chris as if he was about to explode at any time.

"If you are too expensive, you can buy less." Desaier made a cruel knife at this moment.

Bakaroff felt that if he continued to chat with the other party, he might be injured by anger. He calmed down his heart, and then continued to say: "20,000 magic **** of knowledge! This is what we can give. The limit!"

Sometimes Chris feels that bargaining in this world is simply a waste of time. You say one and I say five, and you say two and I say four. In the end, everyone thinks that the number three is good, and it is a very sincere middle value. …

Last time, he seemed to have negotiated with Bakaroff in this way, and this time it seemed that it was the same after thinking about it, and it really felt like a cycle. So Chris smiled, ready to break this vicious circle.

"Fifty thousand! I want fifty thousand!" Chris played the cards in an uneasy way with a nasty taste, and Bakaroff felt that he didn't seem to be able to play anymore. Didn't you say that everyone compromised and set to 3 Is this pleasant value? Why did you suddenly change lanes?

"30,000! I can only give you 20,000 at most!" Bakaroff, who felt that life was dull for a while, still insisted on staying in his own way and refused to come out easily.

However, his persistence still did not exchange the opponent’s agreement. Since Chris has made up his mind not to continue playing cards according to the road, naturally he would not agree with the number of 30,000, so he continued: "60,000! I think this The Digital Holy Demon Empire will definitely give it!"

Hearing Chris suddenly speaking more and more, Bakaroff stared at him in surprise, then slapped his big hand on the table and stood up suddenly: "Your Majesty, Emperor Lanhill! I'm not talking to you. Just kidding! We are discussing cooperation! Cooperation!"

"I suddenly felt that a rifle required 3 magic **** of knowledge, but now a machine gun also needs 30?" Chris calculated it carefully, as if he was calculating the total cost of the arms.

"I also gave you the entire Arante Empire!" Bakaroff felt that he was about to explode. If his eyes could kill people, he would have beaten Chris into a sieve.

"Look, look, what's the excitement? I'm not counting...you want so many machinery and equipment, I didn't ask you for money..." Chris said with a smirk.

He has tanks and planes, so naturally he doesn't put weapons like machine guns and rifles in his eyes. Now Lanhill has embarked on the road of full industrialization. Looking at the surrounding countries, even the most progressive holy demons empire is about the same as the United States in the past.

Without a complete industrial reserve, without a complete accumulation of industrial technology, just getting some foreign guns and cannons to arm one's own troops, then like the Qing Dynasty back then, it was nothing more than an alien version of the Westernization Movement, nothing at all. What an inherent threat.

Thinking of this, Chris looked at each other, pressed his hand down and said: "Big deal, I will give you 10,000 more second-hand rifles. Although the accuracy is a little worse, it is still okay to use it reluctantly."

"I think you are embarrassing me at all now! You are not talking about the attitude of cooperation!" Bakaroff could not calm down his anger, breathlessly said bitterly.

"No way, weak countries have no diplomacy." Chris shook his head and murmured regretfully.

"Puff..." Desaier, who was sitting next to him drinking water, heard the quiet muttering, and did not hold back, spraying water all over the table.

He put down the water cup in embarrassment, looked at Bakaroff with a sullen face, and said apologetically, "Sorry..."