Chapter 487

PS: today, my cousin's birthday is late. I'm sorry. I was taken care of by his family before, so I can't push it off and I don't want to. I'm sorry for being late

PS1: integrity, I'm completely not It's the same with skin Well, to do this To tell you the truth, it's a shame. There's nothing to say. I owe you 25000 Sleep well, don't stay up late, don't stay up all night.

PS2: Recently, there are so many things at home. I'm busy moving things and dismantling furniture. I have nothing to say. I'm not complaining or asking for forgiveness. I'm just telling you Have no face to say what, alas

PS4: I've been waiting for tj5 months Can you wait for me for another 5 days! Then double it!

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, "do you really want to play your royal highness?" The old mage stares at Keller. His bushy beard is orderly and pliable. The old man with a kind and kind look looks at him and squints at him. The light inside is enough to make ordinary people jump.

But it doesn't scare kylar.

Keller is the 10th St.

It would be a disgrace to the ten saints if they were so frightened and surrendered.

Keller looked at him with a smile, gently picked up the tea cup next to him and took a sip. The lady Longfellow was recording something. She raised her head from time to time and looked askance at him. Did this man have no bottom line or bottom line?

"Don't you think that's a good ending for everyone?" Keller asked, smiling.

"Don't come." The old man said with a smile. He lit the tobacco for himself and took a beautiful puff with his pipe, "you guy Princess Anetta can't bring you down

There was a strange silence in the headmaster's office.

Yes, that's the point.

The princess couldn't hold him down.

"Isn't that for sure?" Keller is gentle and gentle, and she smiles.

The gentleman FengChen Ruyu, kailaer is the kind of man with red lips and white teeth, sword brow and FengChen. As he is about to enter middle age, he also has a intoxicating aroma of wine. He is a man like wine. The aging of old wine brings a sense of precipitation, which makes him emit more mellow flavor.

Don't talk about the little girls. Longville raised her head to look at Keller from time to time. Why was it that her eyes were straight because of the charm of her movements?

This man don't say surrender, the whole person is a demon!

Some gnarled Miss Longfellow bowed her head, and she had decided to go, immediately, immediately, tomorrow, no, tonight, this man, too terrible for her to match or resist.

If you don't go, you can't go.

Keller glanced slightly at Longfellow. Her heart beat a little too much. What was she thinking?

No matter what she was thinking, or what Princess anerita was thinking, kylael did not care, because under absolute power, it was useless: "even if you take an anerita to bet whether I can stay in torristine, you should bet."

Keller's words made the old man smile, grinning and giggling like a child.

He gambled on this one.

He bet, the queen even more.

Unfortunately, the queen of torristine had never heard of Keller.

If she was to receive a secret letter from Karina, she would know what a dangerous man he was.

This man is a poison, and those who have tasted it are either addicted to the poison or have died without a burial place.

Poppy is medicine, flower and poison.

If you use it as medicine, it will relieve you of all kinds of troubles. If you use it as a flower, it will bloom as gorgeous as Datura. If you use it as poison, it will go deep into the bone marrow and can't be scraped.

Can't the poison of Acacia be solved Keller gently picked up the tea cup and took a sip. A little bit, I miss her a little. They are

How are you? Lily?

it's not good.

Altoria looked at the scorching sun in the sky through the long bangs on her forehead. She put out her tongue and gently licked her cracked lips. Then she handed over half a coconut shell: "Your Highness, drink water."

"Thank you very much, Denise." Altoria took the coconut shell and took a sip.

On the sea, fresh water is very precious, so she drank it down, not a drop.

It's not water, it's coconut juice, it's pure natural glucose. The positive energy of life brought by glucose suddenly shocked her spirit.

"Really, your physique is indeed the strongest indeed Eat little, strong, thirsty It's really... " "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said"It's OK," dinissa smiles, bitter as she is, she doesn't hide her weakness from her father's arms and toilet, sometimes to her best friend.

Altoria is not her best friend, but only half of her disciples. But under the influence of Keller, the time they sleep together is more intimate than the others.

"We are the most powerful man-made weapons." She smiles: "so we are used to this kind of thing, moreover, compared with them..."

The two women's eyes could not help but look over there.

Thousands of black slaves are working hard to build the port. The cement, which is very polluted, has been made by Keller before he leaves. Now, groups of black people are pasted into zebras by cement, but no one dares to say anything.

They were surrounded by Uruk's heavy infantry and Roman heavy infantry, Macedonian light infantry and Spartan light infantry, Camero's heavy cavalry and light cavalry, crossbows and bows, guns and knives, pointing at them all the time.

These are the best fighters.

The strongest soldier in Hannibal's legion.

But now it can only be used as a slave.

A month and a half after Keller left, Hannibal empire was eaten up by sharks from all over the world, including 24 countries in Africa and 50 countries in the Middle East.

Without exception.

In the two wars, the ability of Camero's light cavalry in long-distance attack shocked everyone. Although Keller emphasized the cooperation of arms in his theory of war, the light cavalry, which can ride, shoot, charge and guerrilla, is still the envy of many people.

Then there were the miserable slaves.

All the blacks became slaves. In order to maintain their strong domestic deterrent power, the five countries sent only one elite of 200000 people. The elite of less than 40000 people in a country could not greatly damage the vitality of these countries. However, the leader of the army let us struggle for several days to come up with a result.

Altoria became the leader of this group of elite leaders - first of all, the fleet was her, Keller was her, and her technology was her, and her money was the most.

Since she can let go of this trust, the other four kings have nothing to say. But three months later, who led the second wave of 500000 people to sea, which made the four kings not small trouble.

Although it is 200000 people, but in fact, altoria took a full 1.2 million people!

A million slaves are used as animals! For fifteen days, altoria was waiting for the slaves to build a huge harbor. Although it was a natural harbor, its throughput was still lower. Millions of people crowded thousands of boats could not hold it!

When you think of the fleet of more than half a million people behind her, altoria's scalp is numb.

A fleet of 500000 is not the same as a fleet of 200000 + a million slaves.

The slaves were crowded at the bottom of the ship. In the cabin where the goods were placed, thousands of people could be packed in one boat. Those who were sick would be thrown into the sea. This inhuman world is just the slavery society of this era!

Altoria's gentleness was only for Keller, and if you really want to say it - this guy should be a serious indignant!

The worshipers of the blood system and the indignant youth!

Altoria worshipped King Uther very much. Although King Uther did not raise her, he was still a hero of all kamelo people.

He led Camelot to independence, strength, prosperity, and prosperity.

He has all the essence that a wise monarch can carry. No one can replace him in the cameroans' heart. No, Kailar may be able to, but before Kailar, the only one who can make the Celts submit sincerely is King Uther!

And what was King Uther's great achievement? Independence, expulsion of foreign enemies, the establishment of Celtic blood core kingdom.

In the history, she fought against foreign enemies again and again, in addition to defending her own people, how much mood was she for the purity of her blood?

We should know that people in this era really don't pay much attention to the bloodline. Apart from the nobility, who has paid too much attention to the national lineage?

If you really divide the Romans, Macedonians and Greeks into 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, I'm afraid they can't tell them clearly. But Celts are indeed an independent race and country, just like the UMA people. On the contrary, they are more independent.

It is not too much for altoria to say that she is a racist.

But in the face of a large group of black slaves whose skin color is totally different from her, she would say that there is absolutely no sympathy, and there is certainly no pity. The people of her own country have no time to pity them. Where can we sympathize with these guys?!

So it's natural to press them to death.

Facing the well-equipped and sharp armed forces of the five nations, Hannibal's army has no resistance at all. Under the strong crossbows, sharp arrows, long guns and short swords, these Africans have no resistance at all.Not to mention anything else, the power of the 300 swords and 500 awakeners alone is enough to suppress the slaves of one million people. Oh, no, it's 800000.

In the past 15 days and in the construction of the first port, about 100000 slaves have been killed, while about 80000 people have died of disobedience to navigation.

The blood and tears in it can be said to have been piled up by the Carthaginians.

And in this group of people, there is a person is incomparably low-key.

There were several huge African men standing in front of the supervisors and soldiers.

The man with curly hair, who was 1.9 meters tall and not tall among black people, pursed his lips with resolute eyes. The bruises he had recently suffered on the boat were black and white. The spots splashed by cement when mixing cement were black and white.

Every inch of his skin is burning in the cement and the sun, and his every movement is burning with burning pain.

But he knew that no one could help him except himself.

Whoever helps him will kill him!

This is absolutely a super bold plan. Facing Hannibal, who is full of enemies in all directions, he knows in an instant that he is absolutely impossible to escape.

Once the other party has sorted out all the slaves, then his generals will sell him for a piece of bread and a meat steak immediately. It is not too late to flee. However, it is at a loss where to go, and there is no place for him!

This continent, this world, is already all enemies!

Enemy of the world!

Hannibal thought, the whole man was shaking, the man This has already been done!

The man How can you do this!

Hannibal was puzzled. He was not afraid of failure, but he was afraid of the unknown, of Keller's wisdom.

Anyway, since the million slaves needed to be transported to a "new world", he could not wait to come under the cover of his subordinates.

The new world means no one knows him, means a new beginning, means a new life, means He can do it again!

Can we win?

He doesn't know.

But he must take revenge.

Hatred supported him and became his driving force, his power to move forward.

He, has nothing, he, has no fear.

This is a terrible enemy.

He has a strong body, a strong body, intelligent wisdom, patience, and endless hatred

He's a wolf, a snake, a hyena, a vulture.

He's waiting for the day when Keller dies, rots.

If Keller had been perfect, he would have rushed up with his viral teeth and ripped open an infected wound.

He's Hannibal.

The most outstanding strategist, strategist, commander and king in Africa.

"How long will it be ready?" Asked the golden haired lion, touching his giant lion, whom Hannibal had paid tribute to.

Her eyes were a little anxious.

Two years of travel, she has been delayed for two years and two months.

The lion languidly gasped, eating Carthage all the time. The breath from his mouth was full of sour smell of human flesh.

"There should be three or four days left." Dinissa made a mental calculation and said.

"It's too long. Let them finish it in two days." Altoria did not hesitate to cut the schedule in half.

"It's impossible, lily. They are not professional workers. Even if they are forced to die, their speed is only so much." Denisa said with a bitter smile that she understood her anxiety, but as a sword, her future life was calculated in terms of a hundred years, and she was much more patient than altoria.

"Qi!" Altoria snorted softly and patted the lion's mane. The lion sneezed, stood up, growled, and then turned and ran into the rainforest behind him.

At the roar of the lion, the carthages shivered.

The significance of their existence is not only workers, cannon fodder, but also part-time responsibility of rations.

Five hundred awakeners and all kinds of carnivores eat a lot of food!

You know, in the middle ages, there was still such a savage habit of burning old maidens, not to mention the present age of human rights?

Human rights? Yes, citizens do! How could slaves like them have human rights?

Altoria was not a cruel man. If it had been Nero, Gilgamesh and the like, there would have been a flood of blood here.

Can't you finish the task? Kill!

That lion ate a lot of people in front of many carthages!

Now hunting is just for a change of taste, and its ration will still be Carthage!!Faced with this lion, Carthage people dare not resist at all. In fact, apart from the Carmelo people, the Romans, Macedonians and umas are also wary of it - they have never heard of any country taming Warcraft!

Carmelo's confidentiality work is really in place!

Two days later, sail, set sail!!

Sanli didn't come back tonight.

Obviously, sorting out the intelligence system of the kingdom of toristin is a very hard work. It has been a whole day and two nights for Sanli's quick witted people.

Keller shook his head gently. The twilight of the kingdom of torristine was gloomy. He was not optimistic about it, but he couldn't help him for his strategic plan.

It's a long night. It's a little boring.

Just released his evil last night, Keller is a little bit more than enough.

"I remember, it was Longfellow Come on Keller sat up from the sofa, straightened up slightly, and stood up. "Well, it's a very interesting person. Go and visit."

"Dong Dong Dong..." Three regular knocks on the door, as if on her heart, almost frightened her.

She quickly put her package into the closet, closed it heavily, and then asked aloud, "who is it?"

"Miss Longfellow? I'm Keller. " The sound outside made her face wrinkled and the worst happened.

Damn, how could this man have thought of visiting her today?

"Well, Mr. Keller, I'm sorry, but I'm already asleep. Can you call on me tomorrow?" Longfellow said in a loud voice.

"Oh..." Keller's interesting voice came through the thick wooden door.

"So..." His gentle smile, as if with magic, oppressed Longwell's windpipe and made her breathless.

Click

The sound of the lock almost made her heart beat out.

"Mr. Keller?" Don't know why, the sound flat white put down three or four degrees of her inexplicable weak gas up.

"Can I help you?" Keller's soft voice crept in slowly against the wall.

"No No.... " Her feet are soft to cry, this monster She can't afford to.

No, it's not just her that can't do it. Toristin can't even.

He is a Datura, only blooming on death!

"What else can I do for you? The sorcerer of the clod, Miss Foucault. " Keller's gentle voice came in with his people, and with him came the door that slammed shut and furkai's despair

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