My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 364: Understanding the Enemy's * * * * * S: First and foremost, today is not a good day, I'm not happy! Somehow I slept at 12: 00 and I still have dark circles... your sister!

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“I was thinking…” Kai's voice attracted the three remaining people to her.

“Can those half-man and Minotaur monsters that emerge every spring be captured and tamed...”

“Even if they are not tamed, they can be forced to feed them the Spring Medicine, so that they belong to the Warcraft. They must be able to make a lot of warcraft. Come on.” Kai's face was full of naive smiles to ask.

“Kai...” Gilgamesh began to rise for Kai, a weird headache.

“Great idea!” But Enchi screamed.

“Njidu, how can you even follow Kai...” Jill Gamesh pressed his nose and looked over.

Another sound plugged in.

“Queen's plan!” Macbeth applauded with surprise.

“Huh?!” Gilgamesh was almost confused by these guys.

“What do you mean?! ”

Gilgamesh asked in disgust, and now he's playing with the ghost by a group of people.

“Your Majesty, listen to my plan to come slowly to the queen.” Macbeth laughed very happily.

“Though Shen has not seen the wonders in the Tower of Babylon in Uruk, after all, such things as the cultivation of warcraft can only be born if they are strong and strong, just as human beings, good people and good people must be able to produce good people, smart people and beautiful people combined with children are smart and beautiful, and warcraft and beasts are delightful, which is why public beasts compete for mating rights once a year for strong and beautiful mothers and beasts. ”

Macbeth was very excited: "If we catch two hundred of those [half-mans] or [Minotaurs] every spring, as Her Majesty's plan suggests, if we can't tame them, we get 2,000 pregnant mares or cows every year, all these things with Warcraft blood, and we get tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Warcraft blood rides in less than three years. ”

“Whether it's farmland or war with these hybrids, Warcraft bloodlines and horse bloodlines aren't going anywhere! ”

“As he said.” Give Macbeth a round of applause, and Enchi says, “Suffering the temporal anger of the present brings us the advantage of the future. Jill, I think we should put up with him. This spring is an opportunity to look at the familiarity and experience between us and these monsters. There are definitely more than 2,000 heads of what we catch each year. Three years from now, we will be able to have hundreds of thousands of horseback rides with Warcraft bloodlines, and even if we touch hard, we will never fall into the wind. ”

“Your Majesty, please make your decision.” On one knee, fearing that Gilgamesh would not endure a moment of anger to destroy the future of Uruk, Macbeth knelt very sincerely on the ground and said out loud.

“Hmm..." Jilgamesh muttered: “According to Kai, we can't relax in terms of metallurgy and food. We start pure food now, and we don't know if we will eat enough when the war starts. We also drastically collect Uma's people and bring most of them closer to Uruk. ”

Gilgamesh's face bore a slight laugh: "In addition to the three castles of Severingburg, Fort Mast and Fort Lublin, which accumulated at least 20,000 soldiers per castle, I slowly withdrew a large number of people. ”

“With Uruk at its centre, I will rely on the Babylonian sky tower to slowly push the map of Uma onto Macedonian soil.” Gilgamesh is ambitious, but his mouth is grinning: “With my Uruk food and population, slowly prolonging my land and borders, eating Macedonia steadily and steadily, I will see what Alexander does! ”

Macbeth and Nge both smiled bitterly at the sight, but still didn't say anything about Gilgamesh's mold.

That's not a good idea, but Gilgamesh promised to stay out of Camelot's sight for at least a year or two, so they both got what they wanted.

To be honest, Nchidu grew up with Gilgamesh, who I'm afraid knows Gilgamesh's ideas better than Macbeth, and Gilgamesh is probably trying to bring a group of friendly knights across Rome and sneak up on Camelot.

His reasons are simple and straightforward - why can't I do what that bitch can?!

There are plenty of other people in the world who can do things you can't!

Liu Xiang Men's Hurdles can be 110 meters and 12 seconds, can you?

Yao Ming NBA success, can you?

The ruler is longer, the size is shorter, and people are different. This is something that has been established since birth. Although there is something you can do, it is not always necessary to compare the peak areas of others to the enemies.

And Gilgamesh is going to make such a stupid decision!

It's not a good decision!

It's even silly to say, so even though Gilgamesh didn't show up, Enchi didn't spare any effort to extinguish Gilgamesh's sneak fire. Obviously, with Macbeth's analysis next to him, Gilgamesh understood that even if he had sneaked up on Kerall's Luger Pier Gaulle territory and burned it to a white spot, Kerall wouldn't care, because it wasn't Kerall's territory, and he wouldn't have hurt Kerall's roots if he burned it to a white spot.

Failure to hurt the roots also means that Kerall will not burn out like a weed, the weeds will blow and raw, and he will be a good man if he encounters heavy rain ladders.

On the contrary, the enemy only once attacked Uruk so badly that he didn't know what to do if he did it again.

So now it's a solid foundation, and the guard is up!

Fortunately, Gilgamesh dismissed the idea and even shifted her attention to the Babylon Tower, making it much easier for both of them.

They nodded softly as they glanced at Macbeth.

Together we will govern Uruk better in the future!

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Thirteen days later.

A rescue team of hundreds of people from Camelo arrived in a small village on the Roman border.

Here, mourn everywhere, here, death is everywhere.

This place has been completely transformed into a human purgatory.

Countless people are starving to death or walking down the road because of the plague.

The people here have swollen necks like toads, and they stay in the crystal yellow pus, making people want to stay away from him, because his chin pus is like the next moment is going to burst open, and once the pus bursts, it is their death!

“What a tragedy...” This crowd of very thick people, dressed as if they were not the same as those who were completely trying to avoid the winter, came with thousands of Roman heavy infantry, who were ordered by the emperor to escort this crowd all the way here, and now, the destination has been reached, looking far away at the tragedy of the people in this small town, this group of Roman heavy infantry, who knew it was plague, did not even want to move for a moment, looking at the hesitant Romans.

The man in the white trench coat and hat, the head riding the white horse, walked down the horse and said, “General, it's enough to send us here, go back to life. ”

“This…” The Emperor's message is to send each other to their destination, but is the destination too scary? This is hell, really going back like this, but it doesn't make sense over there, “It's okay, I'll send you a letter, you just bring it back to the Roman Emperor. ”

His tone was obviously not that of a Latin speaker, a foreigner, but His Majesty asked them to protect the foreigner, which he did not know, but he was trembling after seeing the letter.

The red wax sealed with a shivering unicorn seal indicates the identity of the visitor.

“You are!” The general was excited, thinking that the wind rhymes of this man and the emperor had been transformed into a number of pieces that had been preached by the bards, and thinking that the owner of those things was right in front of him, the general couldn't help but be excited.

“Go, go and give this letter to the Emperor, then set up in the nearest town nearby, where you may need your help.” When he patted him on the shoulder, Keiral was flattered by the action, gave Keiral a gift, and then made a gesture to the troops, who instantly turned their heads and slowly headed west.

“I didn't expect you to have such a prestige in Rome.” Behind her is a woman in a brown trench coat, behind Kerall, on Le Mar Trail.

“It's all rumours of capture.” Keiral shook his head and raised his hand to the others: “Now set up camp here, the epidemic area is ahead of you, don't be careless! ”

“Oh!" hundreds of riders responded, taking out tents from their horse loads and directly beginning to cut trees nearby, they were going to be tree houses, on trees that, although likely to encounter snakes or poisonous insects, were far better than encountering tigers and bears on land, and the village ahead was a death zone, and no one dared to underestimate the epidemic.

This is a problem that affects the lives of millions of people on this continent, and it will be enormous once the plague begins to spread.

While it is likely that this was deliberately spread, it is clear that strangling the plague in the cradle is what any politician should do.

“Then you can set up camp first, and I'll go inside and see what happens.” Kerall said to the people around him.

“My Lord! You!” said the woman.

“Don't worry, Mikasa, it's okay.” Kerall patted her shoulder and said with a smile. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)