Ms. Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either

The Earl of Princeton could guess what she was thinking just by looking at the confident expression on Celtic's face.He couldn't help laughing at himself, because just half a day ago, he also had the same idea as Celtic - as long as the army and the government are in hand, what is public opinion?

They all obviously misjudged public opinion and the inexhaustible power of the people behind it.

The Earl of Princeton took a deep breath and confessed everything:

"Wayne Bruce is back."

This familiar name, which was chanted by her sister every day, instantly caught Celtic's attention, and at the same time, it also gave her a bad premonition.

I saw the Earl of Princeton continue to say sadly:

"Using my identity as the son of the northern king, Wayne took away my military power and political power in a very short period of time by exaggerating, forging evidence, and manipulating public opinion. [Weicao] Sir, I have been emptied. If I don't Do something, and your plan may well fail!"

"How did he do it?" Rao Yi could not help but exclaim from the Celtic city.

The huge northern border, tens of thousands of troops, hundreds of thousands of people, more than half a day, how did Wayne do it?

Celtic looked at Earl Princeton seriously, and there was no sign of lying in his eyes.What he said is true?

Celtic couldn't help but fell into deep thought.She suddenly felt that she didn't know the enemy's situation as well as she imagined.

She thought that Shen Chi had already understood the current situation of the entire Londinium before instigating this rebellion: the talented and bold king of the north is dead, the new king Wei Na is not stable after being crowned, and the whole Victoria has been purged. Insufficient, there are only a few people like Ernest who can support the row, and it is the best time to launch a rebellion.

But she only missed one person, or in other words, deliberately ignored a person she thought was not worth paying attention to - Wayne Bruce.The son of the Northern King, Wei Cao's elder brother, the so-called "unlearned and incompetent dude".

Tsk, I'm careless, it's all Wei Cao's fault, every time she knows to tell me about his brother's "love affairs" with noble princesses from various countries, but if she mentions that Wayne has this talent, she won't accuse him from the very beginning. The opponent's seat was eliminated.

It’s not too late to make up for it. Now that we understand Wayne, and immediately start to change the layout, there may be a possibility to revitalize this game of chess.Celtic pondered for a moment, then called Deep Pool, who was on standby, and said in the language that the Earl of Princeton could hardly understand, and said:

"(Old Victorian: Go and bring my sister.)"

Shenchi bowed to accept the order, and walked out.

Then, Celtic turned his eyes back to the man in front of him, with a bit of disgust unavoidably in his eyes.

Leaving aside how strong Wayne was to be able to get him out of such a big mess in half a day, something must have happened to the Earl of Princeton.A murderous intent flashed in Celtic's eyes, but it was only fleeting.She is not a person who acts on her own will, and it is not yet the time when Shen Chi and Drake officially come to the stage, she still needs a puppet standing in front of people to stir up troubles in Victoria's political arena for her, and add obstacles to the Aslan people.

She also understood in her heart that the rebellion plan had a variable of Wayne, and it seemed that the goal of overthrowing Aslan's rule in one fell swoop would not be achieved.But it doesn't matter!

She never pinned all her hopes on this rebellion.To her, the success or failure of the rebellion is not important, as long as Aslan's authority can be weakened and Victoria's people's hearts can be shaken, it will be beneficial to Shenchi who sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight.

Therefore, she has to continue to use the Earl of Victoria in front of her, and she must use it well and exhaust it.Even if it is an abandoned son, he must be allowed to play a sufficient role.

.............

Victoria, Northern Territory, ? ? ? , reed grass station.

The unicorn easily wiped off another neck. After thinking about it, he didn't feel relieved. Then he raised the knife and inserted it into the chest of the man in deep pool under his feet. After confirming that he was completely dead, he finally pulled out the knife and wiped it. Blood on the blade.

It would be dangerous to sneak into the secret room to eavesdrop rashly, so he chose a simpler method and stayed outside the door.

When the man in black in the deep pool hurried out of the secret room, he didn't make a move, but chose to continue to lurk, follow, and see where this "big fish" with a hasty expression would lead his hook.

When the man in black from Shenchi arrived at the station, he didn't do anything, but chose to wait and see what happened, to see what this "minion of the black hand behind the scenes" was looking for, and at the same time, clean up the surrounding guard posts.

When the man in black in the deep pool woke up the sleeping Weicao and respectfully followed her out of the tent, the unicorn finally nodded in satisfaction and chose to do it.

First, taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, he seized the opportunity to easily stun the reed grass, and then cleanly wiped off the neck of the man in black. The movements were done in one go, and there was no difficulty at the speed of the unicorn.

Now, he picked up the fainted girl and connected to the communication of the unicorn patriarch Winster.

"Report to the patriarch, the fish has bitten the hook, it is a big fish."

Chapter 136 Chapter 80 The Wasteland Demon

Victoria, Northern Territory, Forgotten Mountains.

Mostima felt that these days might be her bad luck.Maybe she shouldn't do any useless prayers before going out, but instead go through the "old calendar" made by the Dayan Qin Tianjian?

After all, that thing was really made by Qin Tianjian according to the daily physical condition and wishes of the gods. Maybe it really has such a metaphysical effect?

Of course, there is no need to doubt Mastema's faith because of this. She undoubtedly believes in God, and also believes in an omnipotent and benevolent God.But whether such a god is a Sakota, a dragon, or even an Aslan, she doesn't care.

Not even a god, but an omnipotent and merciful being like a god.

It's just that the latter's requirements are a bit too harsh for creatures like humans, and Mostima thinks it's absolutely impossible.

But it is useless to say anything now, whether it is the God of Lateran or the God of Great Yan, it is useless now.

If she wants to solve her current problem, she still has to turn to the gods of Victoria, preferably the gods of land and mountains.

Because she got lost.

In his life, Mostima never thought that he would encounter such a problem one day, let alone that the majestic pope's blunderbuss would have such a cute attribute as Lu Chi.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems very reasonable?

If one were to discuss the most peaceful countries on the land, Lateran would definitely rank among the best.As one of the strongest armed forces of the Holy See, the pope's gun cavalry is even more unlikely to be dispatched easily. Conversely, their understanding of the outside world is even rarer.

If only this is the case, the gunriders won't get lost in the forest. After all, Lateran churches are all over Terra, and even the closed Yan Kingdom will build a church in a big city.The local church is like Rutland's nails, eyes and ears, and can provide support for Lateran's activities, including but not limited to providing maps and sending out guides.

But Victoria is different. This is the origin center of the religious reform movement. A large number of churches have been uprooted or transformed into the territory of heretical Anglicanism. The northern border is even a religious desert. The Lateran tends so that the number of churches in the northern land is scarce and underdeveloped. Under continuous suppression, let alone responding to Mostima's actions, they don't shout "I Blood was shed for Lateran, I did something for the Pope, give me a grant, let me see the Pope" and everything will be fine.

Under the combined conditions, the Pope's personal guard is probably even more ignorant than Mostima.

However, it would be nice if it was just such bad luck.Contrary to expectations, the unlucky thing is still behind.

Layers of woods behind him blocked the way when they came, and dense bushes in front blocked the way forward. This mountain range seemed to have a mind of its own, deliberately leading the wrong path, trying to drive Mostima and others away. Trapped here.

Mostima raised her hand to suspend the team's progress. If she remembered correctly, this place should be her third visit.

Although the arrangement of the trees, the location of the bushes, and even the density are completely different from the impression in Mostima's mind.But she still made such a judgment, because when he arrived here last time, he keenly left an indelible mark—Latlan etched bullets, which are still indegradable after a thousand years in the ground.

Mostima bent down to pick up the bullet that was half buried in the soil, raised his head, glanced at the silent trees around him, and suddenly felt a creepy gaze.

The next second, the trees that knew they couldn't hide any longer suddenly started to stir. There was no wind, but the leaves began to shake wildly. From the canopy on both sides, vines as thick as a baby's arm and covered with barbs hung down, towards Mostima direction to wave.

At this time, no matter how confused Mostima and the Pope's personal guard were, they had to face the fact that they got lost and trapped in the forest, not just because they were not familiar with Victoria, but because they were not familiar with Victoria. but because...

The woods are alive!

The killing array formed by a few trees and bushes could not possibly pose a threat to Mostima and the others. Before the vines swung, the Pope's personal guard behind Mostima had already pulled out the short pistol around his waist. The blunderbuss precisely aimed at the moving dynamic target, and interrupted the vines that were waving over one by one.Behind him, another Pope's personal guard also set up the revolver, and the flames spurted out. The trees and bushes that were trying to sneak attack were instantly engulfed by the bullets, turning into fragments and scattered all over the place.

The crisis was easily resolved, but there was no relaxation or joy on Mostima's face.

It's just a tree or two.....

Standing in the vast Forgotten Mountain Range, there are more than ten million such trees?Even if only one tenth, one percent of the trees have turned into this weird tree demon, Mostima asked himself, do they have a chance to go out?

In the face of the real mighty power of nature, both the angel's spells and the pope's guns are so insignificant.This kind of man-eating forest may not be as powerful as the "natural disaster" that can easily destroy a moving city, but it is undoubtedly more weird and difficult to guard against. In this regard, from the alienated trees trying to change the scenery to make Mostima When people go around in the same place repeatedly and spend their energy, it can be seen that they are not only intelligent, but even understand the most obvious strategies.

Chosen as prey by the kingdom of this man-eating forest, Mostima now has only two choices, either use the fastest speed, let the gun rider set up the gun, sweep the area and escape, or go straight Huanglong, go deeper into the forest to solve the source of this mutation.

She naturally chose the second option.

Because she caught the subtle but real breath of [pollution] from the wilderness in the remains of these trees.

This means that these trees are not mutated for no reason, and there may be a source of pollution deep in the Forgotten Mountains.

It might be a fragment of a wilderness alien, or it could be a corpse of a wilderness alien, or even a living wilderness alien!

Mentioning this "creature" made even the indifferent Mostima frown.

Can't say, can't think, can't spread!

Enemies of civilization, things from outside the territory, lurking in the uninhabited forbidden area of ​​Terra, full of malice towards civilization, waiting for opportunities to destroy the entire land of wilderness aliens, are creatures that have nothing to do with nationality or race, and need to be confronted together.

Ursus set up a heavy army in the tundra, guarding the frontier of human civilization with the most powerful individual force Wendigo and the most terrifying elite army.

The ruler of Sargon, the supreme king of kings, the great sultan hit it off with the descendants of the nightmare, and supported the conquerors to march into the desert of human civilization.

Even the Lateran Holy See, which seems to be indifferent to world affairs, is cooperating with the government in Iberia to set up a grand tribunal, train judges, cooperate with the National Defense Forces, and resist the malice from the deep sea.

Anyone, any race, and any country should unite in the face of the threat of alien species in the wilderness, and the most important thing is to solve the threat of human civilization as quickly as possible.This is an unwritten rule on Terra.

But now, a wilderness alien species was right in front of her eyes, and it had grown to the point of spreading pollution, changing the environment, and predating and killing, and Mastema couldn't let it go.

What's more, Mostima and others, who knew about the existence of this wilderness alien species, actually couldn't leave anymore.Return notifications to Victoria are also not permitted.

——The biggest principle of the crusade against the wilderness alien species: the known range of the wilderness alien species must be minimized.Because the more people notice it, the stronger the demon will be!The scope of pollution will spread wider.

The alien species in the wasteland will try their best to chase and kill them, and they must use all means to kill the alien species here. This is a situation where even if you just know it, you are doomed to die.

The overall situation is the most important thing, and the matter of rescuing Wayne can only be temporarily put aside.

Saying so.......

Mostima took a last look at the direction he came from, with some reluctance in his eyes.

The danger of this journey has exceeded her expectations.She wasn't sure she would be able to go back safely.

"I hope I will have the chance to meet you again, Your Highness Wayne."

ps: This book is full of joy, so don't worry about Xiao Mo's safety.We all have a bright future.

ps: py "My Girlfriend Cultivation System"

Introduction: Cultivation is a behavior that consumes time, energy and wealth, and ordinary people need to invest a lot of energy.

Hayato Kurokawa obtained a girlfriend development system by chance, and he found that as long as he reached the development goal, he could get a chance to draw a card.

The drawn cards are divided into [money card] [asset card] [ability card].

You can even save up ten consecutive draws!

How can a girlfriend draw a card?

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Kasumi Hill: "When my new book encountered Waterloo, he secretly bought all the books in the bookstore and introduced them to others!"

Mai Sakurajima: "He can buy the entire agency for me!"

Yukinoshita: "He even borrowed money to raise funds for our family!"

Chapter 137 Chapter 81 Don't move around, you're going to die!

Victoria, the Northern Territory, the temporary residence of the King of the Northern Territory.

When the first ray of morning light broke the silence of the night and awakened the sleeping land, Wayne finally waited at the gate of the mansion for the returning unicorn and the familiar figure in his arms.

This can indeed be regarded as an unexpected joy. At least before this, Wayne never thought that the hook he released casually could catch such a big fish——Weed Grass, the adopted daughter of the King of the North, and Wayne's justice. Sister, but also a bloodline of Drake, one of the powerful claimants to the Victorian throne.

If she was the mastermind behind the scenes, then everything would indeed make sense.The reason why the Earl of Princeton wanted to rebel in the name of the King of the North was not because he was stupid enough to pave the way for Wayne to seize power, but because the person standing behind him was the daughter of the King of the North, so he used this name to rebel. The head rebellion is logical.

But is it really her?

The impression of Weicao in memory emerged in Wayne's mind, the girl who always followed him and tried to pull him home while calling for her brother. Wayne really couldn't imagine that she would cast her eyes on the cold The Iron Throne, the look of plotting such a lousy rebellion for the sake of power.

How should I put it, it's so weird.It's like seeing a strong girl like Wei Na take a bite of "Oni Sauce" and then cry in her arms. Seeing Wei Cao sitting on the throne bossing around and laying out Terra, this feeling is really weird .

"Your Highness, what should we do with her?"

Winston asked in a low voice.He knew Weicao, and knew Weicao's identity, but to him, it didn't matter who Weicao was. If she was really a traitor who endangered the country, then Winster would definitely kill her without mercy. She obliterates.Because the unicorn guards Victoria, not a monarch, or an heir.

Weicao walked out of the lair of the mastermind behind the scenes, and was treated and respected by the secret forces of the rebels. Secretly imprisoned and interrogated, in order to thoroughly dig out the behind-the-scenes organization of the rebel army.

But Wayne didn't want to do that.For him, both the throne and state power are tools, and he pays more attention to "people" than these.Otherwise, he would not have easily handed over the throne that was at his fingertips to Wei Na.