Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 427 On the face of the imperial people

"...My lord has passed the order in the account, and the soldiers have taken the dust mountain one after another. I hate that the staff member has little knowledge. He said that I can't defeat the old shaman..."

The imperial aristocrats on the viewing platform listened to the performers of the art troupe on the school grounds singing the Shuangfengling model opera like this, each with expressions like mourning for a concubine—no, like a concubine who mourned the eighteenth generation of her ancestors.

They were full of expectations that the Duke of Shuangfengling, who is famous enough to cry at night, can take out some of the elite family members who have been a million divisions in Bloodthorn City with a sword, and make a good show of the spirit of these orc observers——

——But why did you pull out a group of actors to sing on the school grounds? !
What about the Shuangfengling "Northern Blizzard Mage Group" that "stands proudly at the top of the industry"? !
What about the hussars in the land of split souls, who said that "taking the head of an enemy general is like looking into a bag to take things"? !

What about the wasteland marksman who promised to "go to the willow leaves with a hundred steps and hit a hundred shots"? !
Sir Elliot Eagle, don't you want to tell us that you Frost Maple Ridge are the two masters of "Purgatory's Hammer" and "Pride of War God" who died by singing and singing? !
Igor-sama, where is your elite? !

Where? !

——Even Archduke Rosario, who has always been known in China for his smooth handling and impressive tolerance, could not hold back a little at this time: this powerful "Bloom of Blood" in the eastern realm, watching a group of people wearing costumes. Fans of Shuangfengling sang and played on the school grounds, and the whole person fell into a sluggish state.

After a long time, he turned to the high official Xiahou who listened to the play with gusto, and asked:

"This... Elliott... This is the 'military exercise subject' prepared by you Frost Maple Ridge?"

Xia Houyan cleared his throat, and his demeanor was so calm and wise that he could give the sixth patriarch Hui Neng a blessing:
"Exactly. Lord Rosario, and everyone here... If I, Elliot Igor, have learned anything in his long war career, it is probably the war of grudges for grudges. The road will never end! Solving problems with war and violence will only bring serious disasters to the people of all ethnic groups in the mainland. Only peace and development can promote the common prosperity of all countries... For this reason, we, Shuangfengling, specially prepared After this theatrical performance, I hope to use the voice of art to influence the violence in this military exercise..."

The lord's explanation was generous and grand, and the surrounding imperial nobles said that if I believed your nonsense, I might as well jump off the viewing platform!
Today, it is not only the Empire’s own people who came to watch this military exercise, but also observers from the Glorious Federation and many mainland states. It can be said that this military exercise is an important factor for the Empire to reverse its defeat and rebuild its military prestige on the mainland. Act of;

The previous exercise subjects of the regular army of the empire did not win the favor of the orc observers with eyes too high. The imperial aristocrats who felt that their faces were dull, but they were waiting for the finale of Frost Maple Ridge, which had an amazing record recently, to make a final call— —

——As a result, you fucking got a bunch of people to come over to sing and promote peace? !

This time, the face of the empire has been thrown all over the continent by the actors from Shuangfengling!

AIA surprised!

Those imperial aristocrats who are relatively kind-hearted can only think that the Duke of Shuangfengling is too arrogant and has elite combat power in his hands, but they don't want to show it to the public - this kind of ass-sucking sucking fingers and only caring about their own confidentiality, The selfish attitude of abandoning the dignity of a great country is simply outrageous!

As for the darker imperial aristocrats, their minds suddenly became alive:

It is claimed in the empire that Duke Elliot Igor has countless elite soldiers in the wasteland, and he can even wipe out the two master groups of orcs and retreat completely...

But if this is the case, then why did he not bring out any "elite" in the military exercise, and he hired a few actors to sing on the stage?
Could it be that the strength of Shuangfengling is not as strong as the rumors?

Could it be that the so-called "Elite Soldiers in the Wasteland" are nothing but false lies?

Could it be that the so-called "victory" achieved by the Igor family has another hidden meaning?

——These imperial nobles followed this line of thinking, and the more they thought about it, the more likely it was:
This Lord Elliott Igor seems to be only in his early 20s - such a young nobleman is just at the time when he is spending his youth on the belly of a prostitute in the imperial capital. Astonishing feats have been made on the wilderness, how can He De lead his troops to kill the invincible orc army?

The so-called "Victory in the Red River Valley" and "Victory in the City of Bloodthorns" may all be just a god-building movement of the imperial family to gain the advantage of public opinion!

Almost at the same time as this conclusion was reached, these mentally handicapped imperial nobles even looked at the Duke of Frost Maple Ridge indifferently.

Archduke Rosario grimaced, then looked at the "Frost Maple Ridge Labor Art Troupe" beating gongs and drums on the school grounds, speechless.

The head of the Orc Observation Group on the side, after listening to the "high talk" of the Xiahou high official, applauded sarcastically:

"I see... The 'program' prepared by Igor-sama is really well-intentioned..."

"May the light of peace and literature and art shine on all beings!" Xia Houyan gave a fake bow.

The head of the Orc Observation Group snorted, stopped looking at him, turned to Grand Duke Rosario, and sneered:

"Respected Lord Rosario... The things in the bottom of your empire's press box have been displayed, and you have indeed left a 'deep' impression on me... Now, you still insist that if you and I restart the war, the empire will Do you have a chance of winning? You don't mean to tell me that your country relies on this drama actor under Lord Igor to fight the enemy, right?"

Archduke Rosario shook his head bitterly, while Xiahou Yan on the side pinched his chin and said:
"These theatrical artists are not capable of actual combat...but if you want to watch something exciting, I recommend you to enjoy the speech of Mr. Bob Brook of the poor territory..."

"Forget it!" The head of the Orc Observation Corps sneered, "I really didn't expect that your country's so-called 'military exercise' actually pulled out all the performers... This Lord Igor may indeed have some subordinates. Elite soldiers, but you imperial people obviously have no serious sincerity! This farce-like 'military exercise' is nothing more than that, and there is nothing to see! Let's go!"

Having said that, the head of the Orc Observation Corps really didn't even read the remaining military exercises. He simply turned his head and left the viewing platform with his observers.

The imperial aristocrats who felt humiliated and thrown into their grandmother's house could only cry and mourn as they watched the group of orc observers with eyes too high to go away.

It was not until the Orc Observation Group walked away that a gritted roar erupted from behind Xia Houyan:

"Elliot Eagle!"

Xia Houyan rolled his eyes, turned around, and found, unsurprisingly, that it was Ryan Grant, commander of the Empire's Central Army.

"Elliot Igor..." Marquis Grant stretched out a finger unceremoniously, poked the chest of the Xiahou high official, and gritted his teeth, "I reminded you a long time ago that this military exercise is for the purpose of using The strength to deter the federal orcs! I also reminded you that you must do your best in the military exercise! Why, you just sent a few actors here to deter those green-skinned bastards?"

"Commander Grant, I also reminded you that the one sent by Shuangfengling to the front line of Burning Crystal Canyon is a 'Labor Art Troupe'... Art Troupe!" Xia Houyan sneered without showing weakness, "It is us who perform art shows. Shuangfengling Art Troupe's own job! As for your talk of 'deterring federal orcs' - who said that only fighting and killing can be called deterrence? Do you know what cultural soft power is? Do you know what cultural self-confidence is?"

The appearance of the Marquis of Lane Grant at this time is obviously filled with anger and anger - if it weren't for the title of "Duke of Frost Maple Ridge, President of Southern Military Affairs", the commander of the Central Army would 100% withdraw With a single saber, Xiahou officials were killed.

The most absurd thing is that while the swords were drawn on the viewing platform, the "Shuangfengling Labor Art Troupe" on the school ground was still performing recklessly:

After the performance of "Dust Mountain", several elf singers came on the stage, singing "The Little Girl Under the Illuminating Crystal" accompanied by lute and drum; Ling Wenguan came out and said a cross talk called "Dream of the Eastern Expedition"...

However, the imperial nobles on the viewing platform have long had no time to watch these bullshit theatrical performances;
Because of this, in the end, no one found out that the Shuangfengling drama actor who played the old general had a big knife in his hand shining with the cold light of "Jagger Silver"; The microphone he is holding is a magic prop with roots that are red, and when the acrobats of the Igor family are on stage, the "fireworks" set off in order to set off the atmosphere, the effect of blasting in the air is somehow invaluable. "The Arrow of Annihilation" is somewhat similar...

Xia Houyan squinted at the group of imperial nobles who chewed peony and the furious Marquis Grant, thinking that I was really blinded by bringing people to the front line of literary and artistic labor...

Seeing that the Duke of Frost Maple Ridge and Marquis Ryan Grant were so angry that they seemed to be in danger of a showdown on this viewing platform at any time, the Prime Minister of the Empire, Lord Guillaume, who had been silent just now, finally came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up. Between the two of them, he waved his hands and made a mess:
"Alright, alright, everyone is a colleague of the empire, so why are they so tit-for-tat... Commander Grant, I believe that the reason why Lord Igor chose to send people to perform on the stage must have his own considerations..."

"I don't care what you think!" Marquis Grant said angrily, "Elliot Igor, you send a few actors to the 'military exercise' today, and you will lose the face of the entire empire!"

"How can you be ashamed of your career in literature and art and entertainment?!" Xia Houyan glared at Marquis Grant, "Commander Grant, I ask you to apologize to all the novelists in the East Bingku in the Land of Soul Splitting!"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing..." Lord Guillaume was devastated, "...Our military exercise will continue, and the first test firing ceremony of 'Hercules' will be held..."

"You can wait for those damn new products in Molten Valley!" Marquis Grant said angrily, and once again pointed at the Xiahou high official, "Elliot Igor, don't forget you and me. There is still a competition between the army! Send your ridiculous actors out to fight with the warriors of our Central Army! I want you to know that what you have never known belongs to the soldiers honor and dignity!"

To the astonishment of the onlookers, the lord of Shuangfengling, who was still furious, changed his face 180 degrees in an instant.

He winked at Marquis Grant and said seriously:
"Okay, let's compare... But let me say something first, if we win the Frost Maple Ridge, don't forget the twenty sets of heavy cavalry equipment..."

"And if our Central Army wins," Marquis Ryan Grant threw his gloves to the ground fiercely, looking at the young noble in front of him, "please, Mr. Elliot Eagle, from my Get under your crotch!"

"A word is settled!" Xia Houyan rolled his eyes.

The Prime Minister of the Empire, Lord Guillaume, looked at the high-spirited Duke of Shuangfengling to the left, and looked at the angry commander of the Central Army to the right. His heart was full of sorrow, and finally turned into a sigh of a scholar.

……

With his back facing the auditorium on the side of the school grounds, he walked away. The head of the Orc Observation Group looked down at the yellow sand under his feet and said nothing on the road.

Behind him, the blood elf female envoy from Blood Shadow City, while covering the wind and sand with a gauze, complained to the orcs beside him with displeasure:

"It's really unfortunate... I thought Elliot Igor, who was famous in the world, and Frost Maple Ridge, the land of split souls, had some skills, but I didn't expect them to be a bunch of trash singing on the military training school ground..."

Hearing this, the orc head slowly raised his head and looked behind him:
"Ms Windsor...do you think so?"

The blood elf envoy was a little stunned:
"Mr. Commander? What do you mean? That Elliot Igor, isn't that ok with only one face... You didn't notice that the person who found him in the 'military exercise' was actually After singing, did those imperial nobles look at him?"

"If the nobles of the empire had a little brains, they wouldn't have lost hundreds of miles of land in the east." The head of the Orc Observation Corps exhaled and said coldly, "Ms. Windsor, maybe send an art troupe to participate in the military exercise. This matter is light, and it is indeed very absurd, but I don’t know if you have heard an ancient mainland saying, “There must be extraordinary people in the world, and then extraordinary things”…”

The blood elf envoy blinked in surprise:

"You mean, this Lord Elliot Eagle, is an 'extraordinary person'?"

"I don't want to believe this either..." The orc leader raised his eyes and looked into the distance and said softly, "But my brother, he died nearly a year ago as the team leader of the Hammer of Purgatory. In the fiery red river valley in the Land of Soul Splitting... Before he died, he must not have wanted to believe that there would be anything special about that human settlement that was located on the wasteland and was just created not long ago... "

The green-skinned orc military observer, retracting his thoughts from his memories, smiled slightly at the overwhelmed blood elf envoy and other orcs:
"Everyone, don't let my brother die in vain, okay?"

(End of this chapter)