Otherworld Management Manual

"Zhang Feng, you!"

Seeing Isabelle's blushing face because of anger, Zhang Feng said angrily:

"His Royal Highness, we are discussing business affairs. If you don't help, it's fine, and you still make trouble..."

"How did I make trouble!"

Isabelle stared at Zhang Feng.

"Then what is this?"

Zhang Feng reached out and scratched lightly.

"Ahahaha~ Don't, don't!"

Isabelle frantically wanted to pull out her feet, but Zhang Feng's big hands were like iron tongs, making her unable to move at all.

Zhang Feng looked at Isabelle who was about to laugh out of tears, and suddenly had a bad taste, he scratched the soles of Isabelle's feet a few times.

"Haha~ Don't~ Zhang Feng, please~ ah!"

Because Isabelle's body was twisting too much, the chair slowly slid backwards. Before she could finish speaking, the chair suddenly slid to a critical point.

boom!

"Ouch!"

Isabelle sat on the ground with her buttocks, perhaps because her buttocks hurt, and tears flashed in her eyes instantly.

"Uh…"

Zhang Feng was a little embarrassed, and he quickly let go.

Isabelle quickly withdrew her feet, but there was no tendency to get up. Instead, she curled up, hugged her knees, and buried her head on her legs.

She trembled slightly and looked choked up.

"Isabelle?"

Zhang Feng subconsciously felt that she was pretending. After all, there were thick carpets on the ground, and it shouldn't hurt if she fell on the ground. He shouted, but the other party ignored him.

But whether it's fake or not, Zhang Feng definitely can't leave it alone. He hurried over to help Isabelle up.

But I didn't expect to be opened by Isabelle.

It was at this time that Zhang Feng discovered that there was a red scratch on Isabelle's forearm.

"…"

Zhang Feng looked at the sharp corners on the seat and touched his nose a little embarrassed.

"Sorry."

Zhang Feng apologized first, but seeing that Isabelle still lowered her head and didn't respond, Zhang Feng didn't say more, and directly helped her up.

"Zhang Feng, what are you doing! You are so bold!"

Seeing Isabelle moving around like a child, not letting himself touch her, Zhang Feng subconsciously patted her buttocks.

Snapped!

Isabelle: "…"

"Cough, I see how your arm looks like?"

Zhang Feng's expression remained the same, and she held Isabelle to sit on the chair. Isabelle frowned, her twisting body seemed unnatural, and there was a faint sound of inhalation.

Zhang Feng was a little speechless. With so much meat on his butt, does it really hurt so much?

He didn't care, first glanced at Isabelle's forearm, and then took out some abrasion ointment from the space and smeared it on it.

"hiss-"

A faint feeling of coolness came, and Isabelle instinctively pulled her arm back.

But was caught by Zhang Feng.

"do not move!"

Zhang Feng's tone was a little heavier.

"It hurts~"

Tears welled in Isabelle's eyes.

Looking at her pitiful face, Zhang Feng felt inexplicably distressed.

"It's okay, I'll rub it for you!"

Zhang Feng carefully smeared the ointment on Isabelle's arm, and then rubbed it lightly.

"Not here..."

Isabelle spoke suddenly.

"Huh? Then..."

Zhang Feng watched Isabelle fidgeting and twisted, and then looked at a certain part of her, Zhang Feng seemed to understand.

However, the position of the buttocks is relatively private. Even if he dares to rub it, Isabelle will definitely not allow it!

"Cough, then I won't rub it for you, you'll be fine later!"

Zhang Feng said helplessly.

However, hearing this sentence, Isabelle couldn't hold it any longer, and tears poured out like spring water.

"woooo~"

"Hey, don't cry!"

Zhang Feng's head suddenly became big, and he was the most embarrassed to see women cry.

However, Isabelle showed no signs of stopping, instead, like a child, she cried louder and louder.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a rub!"

As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, Isabelle stopped crying and looked at Zhang Feng pitifully.

"…"

Looking at her innocent eyes, Zhang Feng always felt that he was being tricked.

But there is no evidence.

"Forget it, just treat me as a loss!"

Zhang Feng moved the chair and sat next to Isabelle, who lay pitifully on Zhang Feng's lap, her head lowered and her expression unclear.

Feeling the softness of his legs and looking at the upturned part, Zhang Feng took a deep breath and stretched out the pair of sinful - no, holy hands.

"Hmm~"

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts~"

"Then I'll take it easy?"

"Hmm~"

"Huh? Are you hot? Are you sweating?"

"…"

…

the next day.

City Lord's Mansion, office.

Zhang Feng is checking the number and types of all the soldiers he currently has. He is ready to plan carefully. These nearly 600,000 soldiers are in his hands, so he can't be sloppy, and he must maximize their value.

Caroline, who was helping to organize the data, suddenly said:

"Lord Zhang Feng, I seem to have found a problem."

"what is the problem?"

Zhang Feng looked up suspiciously.

Caroline organizes the language:

"According to the current situation, we should have brought all the people who Oran could not win over. That is to say, the soldiers of the entire Buck Kingdom are now divided into two camps, one is led by you, the other is With Oran at the head, it should be right to say that?"

"Well, yes, you continue to say."

Zhang Feng nodded.

"It stands to reason that your soldiers plus Oran's soldiers should be equal to the total strength of Buck Kingdom, right?"

"Well, yes, are you saying..."

Zhang Feng's face suddenly became serious.

"According to the information we got from these great lords, the total strength of Buck Kingdom last year should be around 1.8 million troops."

"If you count your army of 600,000, and Oran's army of 600,000, this adds up to only 1.2 million, and it doesn't match the number of 1.8 million!"

"Even if those soldiers might have died in the war when Oran rebelled, they couldn't have killed 600,000 directly! If there is such a high casualty rate, it must be impossible to hide!"

"Besides, most of Oran still focuses on persuading surrender. As long as they are not stubbornly resisting, they surrender without killing, and there is no massacre. Even the lords who desperately resisted have lost a total of 100,000 troops. It’s already a very high number, but it still doesn’t match up with this 1.8 million army, it’s still 500,000! So…”

Caroline's tone was hesitant.

Zhang Feng took over the words with a serious face:

"So, you mean, the Buck Kingdom has lost half a million troops?"

…

…

It is an ancient city with a history of 500 years.

Regardless of its size, prosperity, or deployment of troops, it is much stronger than Buck City.

Because this is the capital of the Gamma Kingdom, it is the absolute economic and political center of the Gamma Kingdom.

At this time, in the woods about ten kilometers north of Sturt City, black figures were like ants, quietly lurking there, waiting for the arrival of their prey.

At the front of the crowd, three people stood out.

One is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body. He has a faint smile on his face, but he is a little pale, as if his health is not very good.

The other was an old man in a white gold silk robe with a gray beard.

The elderly look much older than middle-aged men, but their mental state is better.

As for the last person, it was a woman wearing a golden robe of the same style.

The woman looks seventeen or eighteen years old, and her body is full of sacred aura. In her eyes like holy light, there is infinite kindness, like a compassionate angel, but her face is a little cold, which makes her look like a merciful angel. Her affinity is greatly reduced.

The old man stood up straight, he squinted his eyes and looked ahead and said:

"Your Majesty, have you really decided to do this?"

The woman in white next to her had a hint of regret in her icy expression.

"Pope Lawson, I have made up my mind, no need to persuade."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth with a smile.

If the high-level people of Buck Kingdom are here, they will be shocked. These three people are the already "dead" King Kerry, Pope Lawson of the Celestial Sect, and Saint Bernice!

come back to life?

"Hey, I respect the decision of His Majesty the King, but with all due respect, the success rate of this operation is not high. After all, there are 800,000 troops stationed in Sturt City. With their advantages of garrisoning, it is very difficult for us to win!"

Pope Lawson sighed.

He is not afraid of death when he is old, but His Majesty the King will still have some time to live.

"Haha, you are not afraid of death, how can I be afraid! I won't live long anyway, it is better to bloom for the last time before I die. If I can avenge the world, I will die well!"

King Carey said with some high spirits.

"Besides, who said that our success rate is not high this time? In my opinion, it is very high!"

"Why?"

Saint Bernice, who had been silent for a while, asked.

"Because we are not alone!"

Seeing the doubts in the eyes of the two, King Carey continued:

"From what I know about him, he will definitely not give up this great opportunity! We add up to a million army, and Sturt City is absolutely unstoppable!"

Hearing the "he" in King Carey's mouth, the Pope and the Holy Maiden looked at each other and couldn't help feeling a little chill. They knew who this "he" was referring to!

This Kerry Kingdom is really calculating!

It's a pity that the only thing that Carey didn't count is that his own son turned out to betray, forcing Carey to kill the killer himself, otherwise, if there is a descendant, this time the game will be perfect!

Pope Lawson sighed.

"We won't be able to hide the news of the two small towns for a long time. It will be spread to Sturt City in two days at most. We... act tonight!"

King Carey looked at the location of King Gamma and ordered decisively.

"good."

"I just hope Zhang Feng can take good care of them and don't let me down..."

…

The city of Babu, one of the great cities of the Gama Kingdom, is now occupied by the Grand Duke of Oran.

That night.

In the city lord's mansion, Oran stood there blankly, holding a somewhat shiny wooden sculpture in his hand, with four lifelike little people carved on it.

Oran's pupils were a little out of focus, and he murmured:

"Why don't you understand me, and even fight with me... From childhood to adulthood, I have hardly competed with you for anything, and the only fight this time was ruthlessly defeated by you, and even let me and two Little sister turned against each other... Big brother... My good big brother!"

Countless scenarios popped up in Oran's mind.

The scene where the siblings played games together, the scene of eating, the scene of sneaking out...

The first time he confessed to his little sister, the scene of being ruthlessly rejected...

He left alone, a scene full of scars and experiences...

He led the cast iron city army, and under the arrangement of Nei Ying, besieged the scene of Buck City...

The scene of Barker's palace in ruins amid the flames of the sky...

Aolan's eyes were full of orange flames, and he could vaguely see the shadow of his dear brother struggling desperately in the sea of ​​​​fire.

"Brother, I just wanted to ask you personally why you don't understand me! But we didn't even see the last time. You would rather set yourself on fire than see me..."

Oran's face was a little painful.

"Grand Duke, urgent report!"

Suddenly, a subordinate's notification sound came from outside.

Oran snapped back to his senses.

There was no fire in front of him, no one, just a combined wooden sculpture whose face was somewhat unclear.

Oran closed some red eyes for a long time, then opened them.

It was a pair of iron-blooded eyes without a trace of emotion.

"Enter."

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Oran didn't turn around, he silently put away the wooden sculpture.

"What's up?"

"Report the Grand Duke, our scouts found that that mysterious force is already going to attack the city of Sturt!"

The subordinate's voice was a little excited.

"It's finally going to start!"

Although Aolan's face didn't change much, there was a slight trembling in his tone. Obviously, he was not as calm as he appeared.

"By the way, have you found out who the other party is?"

Oran asked suddenly.

"I'm sorry Grand Duke, we didn't find out, but we can be sure that the other party is neither from the Gamma Kingdom nor from the Luoyan Kingdom!"

"Could it be an overseas force?"

Oran shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, no matter who it is, as long as we have a common enemy! Go on, everyone gathers now and prepares to go! Can we break the city of Sturt, tonight!"

"Yes!"

…

Hongye City.

Snowflakes were already falling outside the window.

Isabelle suddenly felt restless tonight, and she couldn't sleep.

It was as if something important was about to be lost.

She was wearing lace pajamas and wandered around the city lord's mansion a little distracted, when she happened to meet Zhang Feng who was about to go to bed.

"Huh? Isabelle, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Feng asked strangely.

It's already twelve o'clock in the evening, if it weren't for the busy two days, he would have slept long ago.

"Zhang Feng, I..."

Isabelle came over in a panic and hugged Zhang Feng.

"You—huh? Why are you so hot? Fever?"

Zhang Feng felt the abnormal heat in his arms and asked worriedly.

"I-I don't know, I just feel so panicked, so panicked..."

Isabelle was incoherent.

Seeing that she didn't look like a liar, Zhang Feng took it seriously.

"It's okay, I'm here!"

Zhang Feng hurriedly took Isabel to her room, and the two sat on the sofa.

"Shall I call Tina over?"

"Don't, don't go!"

Isabelle hugged Zhang Feng tightly, and only by smelling Zhang Feng's breath could she feel a little more secure.

"Okay, I'm not leaving."

After Zhang Feng determined that Isabelle was not sick, he temporarily let go of his heart.

Only when she was having a nightmare.

After waiting for a while, watching Isabelle curled up in his arms and slowly falling asleep, Zhang Feng gently stroked Isabelle's hair. He was a little helpless and a little distressed. He didn't know what kind of nightmare she had. , scared like this.

…

…

"In the name of my Lord God, give strength to the warriors!"

"In the name of our Lord God, give the warriors faith!"

"In the name of my Lord God, give life to the warriors!"

In Bernice's soft murmur, countless pure white holy lights illuminated the night, like a warm warm sun, sprinkled on the mighty soldiers.

In an instant, a huge force filled the whole body of the soldiers, and the belief in invincibility made the soldiers not afraid of life and death, and even those soldiers who were seriously injured and dying stood up again!

"kill!"

Countless shouts of killing resounded throughout the battlefield, making people terrified.

"In the name of my lord God, punish the wicked, the Hell!"

Pope Lawson stood in the center of the battlefield, his hands stretched out, his eyes slightly closed, and he said softly.

boom!

The city of Sturt disappeared, and so did the night.

What fills the eyes is a fiery red color, they seem to have entered a fiery hell, and they have to bear the torment of the fire all the time!

The soldiers of Sturt City screamed in agony, and they felt as if they were about to be burned to death.

On the other hand, the soldiers led by King Carey on the opposite side had no discomfort. No, it should be said that under the bath of the Holy Light, they could withstand the flames that burn their souls.

brush!

King Carey personally beheaded a knight, and the other party was still caught in the "flame prison", and he was killed without resistance at all.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the Kingdom of Carey, with a knife in hand, and under the protection of dozens of guard knights, walked step by step towards the Sturt City Palace.

The other side.

Archduke Oran, with an army of 600,000 people, attacked from one side while the army of Sturt City was fighting with King Carey's army.

"Enemy attack!"

There is no way for so many people to hide, but the main force of Sturt City is on the frontal battlefield, and even if someone discovers Oran, it cannot stop him.

"Crush! At all costs, break through Sturt City!"

"kill!"

Another torrent of steel plunged into the battlefield.

Sturt City, the Royal Palace.

In his seventies, the gray-bearded king was sitting in the hall with some dishevelled clothes.

He asked angrily:

"Trash, it's all trash, which forces are those people outside? How did they hit our door!"

"Reporting to the king, there are two forces outside, one is Oran, taking advantage of the night, at any cost, Babu City attacked all the way! The other party has been harassing us and causing us a lot of trouble during this time. Mysterious forces, no, I don't know where they came from..."

"I don't know? What do I feed you all for food! Kill them all for me! If I can't get their heads, I'll use your heads to see me!"

"Yes-"

"No, I'm here."

A middle-aged man with a slightly chubby figure appeared at the gate of the palace with a **** knife.

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