"Oh?"
This time it was Sailesi who spoke, because the [ Hard Armor ] beside him looked visibly stunned.
"If what you say is true, then what is your fundamental purpose in coming here?"
Sailesi asked deliberately:
"You can't expect the two of us councilors to lead a large army to join your rebel ranks, can you?"
"We are not rebels, sir."
Whether someone is a rebel or not is not for me to define.
Sailesi waved his hand:
We generally do not refer to the army that besieges the capital and launches an attack as friendly forces.
"So forget about the formalities and just state your purpose."
"Yes."
Although it was difficult, the [ Chosen of the Four Gods ] still recognized Sailesi, who only had two arms. After all, each councilor had a fairly obvious difference in the style of the crystal cluster, so it wasn't difficult if you looked closely.
Since the other party asked the question sincerely, [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] will also answer it seriously:
"Lord Colin asked me to convey a message to two congressmen:"
"No matter what happens, resisting the imperial army is the most important thing."
"If it weren't for [ Thousand Faces ] stabbing us in the back, we were originally planning to go directly to the front lines to serve the Alliance."
"But now that [ Thousand Faces ] is determined to wipe everyone out, Lord Colin has no choice but to make a quick decision."
"Therefore, his only request to the two of you was to continue maintaining the status quo and resisting the Empire."
Even if we lose, Lord Colin will never ask you two for help. He also hopes that you two will not rashly fall into the trap set by Sand Capital and waste a large number of fresh troops on the Hall as cannon fodder.
After [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] finished speaking, the entire room fell into a brief silence.
The two councilors exchanged a glance, and Sailesi gestured for [ Hard Armor ] to speak, since he was still the current leader here.
[ Hard Armor ] hesitated for a few breaths, and finally gave an ambiguous answer, or rather, he gave no answer:
"Okay, you can go back now."
"Tell Colin not to send any more messengers. I'll spare your lives this time, but I might not next time."
Having said that, without waiting for the two Soul Returner to say anything more, the two were pushed out by the guards of the Great Fortress.
"My lord, please reconsider! My lord!"
The howls of [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] echoed all the way, while [ The Western Sharpshooter ] remained silent.
Five minutes later, the two blindfolded men felt a sudden Weightlessness and flew out of the fortress in an arc before landing in the thick sand.
"Get out of here!"
The skeleton soldier behind him said impatiently.
The two rubbed their backsides as they got up from the sand pile. [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] looked at [ The Western Sharpshooter ]:
"I said [ Hard Armor ] is not a decent person -- I rambled on for a long time, asking him whether he 'agreed' or 'rejected', and he said 'I know'."
"What's the point of knowing? Shouldn't we express our stance on which side we're on?"
[ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] patted the sand and dust that had seeped into the folds of his leather armor and complained again:
"Also, you were way too out of character just now. Say something more, or people would think you were Qin Wuyang."
Who is Qin Wuyang?
[ The Western Sharpshooter ] looked puzzled.
"The famous big softie."
[ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] Sigh:
"Why don't you ask [ Gill's Cuisine ] when you have time?"
"Okay, I also have something to show you."
"What?"
[ Western Sharpshooter ] looked at his companion and slowly opened his right hand, which had been clenched tightly since he was escorted away.
A bone engraved with strange runes appeared in his hand.
"Ah?"
[ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] was completely stunned:
"How do you manage to find an opportunity to steal?"
"What do you mean 'steal'? This was given to me by one of the skeletons inside."
"Wait, what does this mean? Could it be that...?"
[ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] turned incredulously to look at the Great Fortress:
"Are there our people here too?"
[ The Western Sharpshooter ] was equally shocked:
" The Son of God's influence has extended this far?"
The two exchanged a glance, quickly mounted the skeletal horse that was parked nearby, and galloped a distance of one sand dune before simultaneously channeling their Psionic Energy into the runic bone fragment.
[ Western Sharpshooter ], who calls himself a cowboy, after obtaining a modified psionic revolver, allocates Psionic Energy points primarily to Psionic Energy, with animal abilities as a secondary focus.
[ Chosen of the Four Gods ] is a complete Blood Corpse player. Apart from a few reserve points for emergencies, most of his special skill points are allocated to Psionic Energy.
In addition to his Middle Tier bottom-tier strength, he can naturally project his Psionic Energy.
With the infusion of Psionic Energy, a simple line of text appeared before the two—written even in the kingdom's common language:
"With the elite skeletal troops transferred and the reserve forces delayed in reinforcement, a strong attack is advisable."
The text lasted for about ten seconds, followed by a hissing sound like an electrical circuit burning out, and the entire skeleton was instantly and completely destroyed.
The two men on the skeletal horse looked at each other, then spoke in unison:
"No, we really have people among us?!"
Did you take a screenshot? I only saw it.
"I've taken a screenshot, send it to [ Ginseng Rooster ] quickly!"
This was a genuine military emergency, and the two men, while riding at breakneck speed, did not forget to send a message.
Hundreds of miles away, [ Ginseng Rooster ] quickly received a message from [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] in the player system.
He was completely stunned after seeing that picture.
As mentioned in [ The Western Sharpshooter ], the entire mission of delivering the message proceeded relatively smoothly, the only problem being that no response was received. It was like handing in homework as a child and receiving a "read" grade instead of an "excellent" or "good" grade.
But as the two were leaving, they unexpectedly received such a wonderful gift.
Looking at that screenshot, [ Ginseng Rooster ] was filled with question marks.
Who is this high-level inside player?
Without time to think too much, he immediately contacted [ the Great Wei Boxing Champion ], with whom he had extensive experience working, and began to release this latest piece of confidential information.
Meanwhile, the Great Fortress.
"[ Nether Crossing ], do you think what those two people said is credible?"
[ Hard Armor ] is somewhat confused at this moment.
"I don't know if it's credible or not, but I know that what they both said perfectly matches your guess."
Sailesi fanned the flames from the sidelines:
"There might really be a problem in Sand Capital."
"What should we do? The conscription order has already been issued. Even if we don't get 50,000 men tomorrow, there will be at least 30,000 to 40,000 elite troops. I can't send them to [ Thousand Faces ] as cannon fodder!"
[ Hard Armor ] paced back and forth anxiously.
Today's situation is like a suspense drama with crazy twists and turns. [ Nether Crossing ], who was the biggest suspect at the beginning, has now become the only person I can trust and discuss things with.
Meanwhile, Sailesi also had his own ulterior motives.
Clearly, the bones the two players obtained were transferred to them by a skeleton soldier controlled by [ Dream of Rebirth ].
He knew that the Soul Returner could communicate rapidly in a way he couldn't understand, so his original intention was to transmit military intelligence so that the Empire could launch an attack.
The war between the Empire and the Alliance has already involved more than a million troops, and many decisions concerning the life and death of millions of people are often made in a single moment.