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After the big guys in Sumir City learned that they had sent the black-armored imperial guards from their main city, they were all excited. However, Theodore, as the great elder, still issued a gag order to everyone, not allowed to speak. They revealed only half a word so as not to alert others and trigger a warning in the underground city.

Naturally, everyone knows this.

"Also." The old man in front looked at Theodore, frowned and said, "Great Elder, the nephew of a relative I told you about last time died in the PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds project here. In fact, that evil ghost is He is the son of Earl Clais, the 'barbarian' general of the Principality of Doras. After learning that the boy died, the Earl activated the teleportation array overnight."

As soon as these words were spoken, the fat men present were surprised at first, and then they all fell silent.

what to do? The victim came to the door. What would the grumpy barbarian think if he knew that his son was killed by the person you were betting on?

"We are just placing bets. Who knows that the bad guy is his son?"

"Yes, yes, at least we made a lot of money in that game."

Listening to several other voices who kept echoing, Theodore, as the great elder, sat there in silence.

There is an alliance and plunder agreement between the city of Sumir and the Principality of Dolas. It can be described with an idiom: working in collusion.

As for the city-state of Orgris, which is on the same side as them but has no alliance agreement, if they learn that there is a conflict between Sumir and Doras, those bastards will definitely take advantage of it!

We are all villains and know exactly what each other's virtues are.

"When will the barbarians arrive?" Theodore asked, raising his eyelids.

"I've arrived, old fat man." A rough voice sounded, and then a middle-aged man wearing a dark golden flying dragon armor came in. He had two cold eyes. As soon as he entered the room, he glanced directly at the people present. All the fat men had extremely arrogant attitudes and did not give them any face at all.

Although Sumir and Doras are allies in name, in reality, they should be said to be competitors. They are just cooperating with each other for better hunting.

However, due to the large number of Doras cavalry, it is far superior to Sumir in terms of national strength. This is why after the fat guys saw him, although they had objections to this guy's rudeness, no one said anything, and they all bowed their heads and played. He looked at the computer and phone like a fat ostrich.

"What are your plans?" Theodore said nothing about the middle-aged man's rude behavior. After all, the guy in front of him was the most explosive barbarian in the Principality of Doras. It was a complete waste of time to reason with him.

The Earl stared at Theodore and sneered: "I don't know what you fat guys were doing at that time, but my son's revenge must be avenged!"

After Osido heard this, he still had his eyelids drooped. While panting, he leaned heavily on the sofa and said as if it had nothing to do with him: "How are you going to retaliate? Let me state in advance that our crow is dead. Night Owl also disappeared last night, and the water in this underground city is deep."

"So what?!" The middle-aged earl waved his hand like he was shooing away flies, and said loudly, "I have brought a group of killers here this time, and I will definitely make every untouchable here pay with their blood!"

Are you planning to cause terror here?

The fat men were slightly surprised, and turned to look at the great elder in the middle: Should we stop this lunatic from running amok? The black armored guards are still on their way here. Before they arrive, if this lunatic is allowed to mess around, the dungeon will definitely be on alert!

Theodore frowned and hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, the Earl interrupted coldly: "I don't know what your plans are, but now I advise you to cooperate with me to find out what you have discovered here these days. Share the information with me, otherwise"

This was already a threat, but the fat guys didn't care because they knew that the guy in front of them was just talking and he didn't have the guts to touch them.

Count Clais's status in the principality is considered to be the leading general, but no matter how hard he goes, he still has to obey the orders of the lord.

Theodore pondered for a long time, and finally based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, he sighed and said: "Okay, after you know the situation here, disappear quickly and don't bother me again in the future."

"snort!"

Count Clais crossed his arms and looked at them arrogantly. If possible, he really wanted to kill all the pig heads one by one.

But he also knew that once he did this, his entire family would not survive, because the Duke and Lord of Doras had a very good personal relationship with the old fat man in front of him, so he could not be touched.

When Count Clais got all the information about the dungeon from the fat guys, he immediately turned around and left with satisfaction. What he has to do now is to let the killer group bloodbath a club first, which can be regarded as a disincentive to the lord here!

"Hmph! Lord White Dragon, right?! Just wait and see! There is nothing that my group of bloody killers can't do!"

At noon the next day, he saw his group of killers being bloodied in the PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds entertainment project.

Lott looked at the picture of the fat man and the barbarian count on the tablet. He raised his head and gave instructions to the artificial intelligence, asking him to drag all the killers to the seventh area to play hide-and-seek with another group of assassination organizations lurking in. Cat, this is the time to put it aside.

Currently, more and more spies are coming to the city. Three scarabs have taken away 1,500 death knights and 70 sorcerers.

There are currently 1,500 death knights and 20 sorcerers in the city.

Need to increase manpower.

Thinking of this, Lott turned to look at the goblin next to him and asked:

"Concerning flying saucers, how much energy do you need for research and development?"

"Sir, please give us 5 million to be on the safe side." Vickers replied.

The research and development cost of the Scarab actually only cost more than 4 million yuan. After the finished product is released, one unit can be made for only 500,000 yuan. Including the ammunition supply cost, the total cost is 1 million yuan. Three units are 3 million yuan. This This was deducted from the 7 million R\u0026D funds consumed.

And if the finished flying saucer is released, the cost should be even smaller.

Lott looked up at the energy storage device, which now read 7.1 million.

Use 5 million as funding, and use the remaining 2.1 million to add 2,000 death knights and 110 sorcerers.

All the energy has been used up, which means that there are now 3,500 death knights and 110 sorcerers in the city, and the number of death knights and sorcerers on expedition is 1,500 and 70 respectively.

"If you can, I want you to get the flying saucer out for me right now."

Lott frowned and looked at the large holographic screen in front of him. The screen showed that after the Black Warrior could not find the direction of the sea, he began to use a howitzer to ask for directions.

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