Chapter one hundred and sixty-four, all the best actors

"All killed not good, more simple point. " The Evil Dragon disdains to say.

"We must destroy the Poisonous Dragon Department, but we can't fight directly. So many people are killed and wounded, and the lives of every one of our people are important, " Leng said.

We all looked at the cold Nebula in silence, waiting for his next thought.

"We will begin by quietly promoting the identity of the Guardians of Soul Mountain, the Guardians of Soul Mountain, the spokesmen of Mount Qiling, the keepers of the peace of the misty forest, the protectors of the weak and those who do not like the safety of the fighting tribes, but also those who punish the wicked, who want to join this peace-loving and not-afraid-to-fight band. .. "The cold Nebula explained its idea and everyone else's in great detail.

"As long as our propaganda is in place, the poison dragon tribe will be absorbed by the powerful tribes will be shaken, as long as there is a counter-water situation, that is, the poison dragon division is dead. This dragon has been gobbling up other tribes in a row, it's not going to be very secure inside, and the people who have been gobbled up are not going to feel like they belong, and that's our chance. ... And we will destroy the dragon while it is in turmoil I think so, what do you think,"Cold Nebula said to everyone.".

Everyone agreed with the idea of the cold Nebula, and then they discussed how to promote the Soul Mountain guard, after all, it is now hostile to the Poisonous Dragon Ministry, it's impossible to send someone to the door of the poisonous dragon division to shout propaganda. That would be suicide. The final decision was to exclude groups of people from the area. The newly joined tribe of the poisonous dragon also needed to hunt nearby in search of food, to teach them the duties of the Guardians of Soul Mountain and Soul Mountain, and they will go back and tell them to their own people, a process that can not be rushed, that needs to be subliminal, and that, as long as they hear it enough, these people will naturally come up with ideas.

At one point, Cold Nebula and the dragon take some of the Soul Mountain guards to identify themselves, and pretend to recruit the poison dragon, who knows that what he is doing will not be accepted by the Soul Mountain guards, and they also expect to continue to plunder other tribes, UH, naturally will reject the cold Nebula's invitation, and fear the identity of the Messenger of Mount Qiling, will not directly attack the cold Nebula they, so the cold nebula their purpose has been achieved, however, the surrender of the Poison Dragon Department must be made as loud as possible so that as many people as possible know the existence and role of the Soul Mountain Guard.

The next priority is to make full body armor for several tribes including the Boulder tribe. These tribes together have about 200 fighters. This is really a big project for Cold Nebula, fortunately, there was enough crystal iron from Princess Lestat, and enough metal collected by these tribes, which came in Handy. It took cold Nebula two days to finish all 200 pieces of armor, all dressed in full body armor, they were strong enough to remind cold Nebula of the armies of the empire, so much for the armor of those armies, the horde stood like hundreds of heavy cavalry, it's just no horses. Looking at his masterpiece, the Cold Nebula, is also very satisfying.

After two days of refining the armor, the cold Nebula was exhausted. After a good night's rest, the next morning he set off with the Dragon and a hundred Soul Mountain guards, cold Nebula and evil dragon are the emissaries of Mount Qiling. They must appear. It is also considered to take 100 Soul Mountain guards instead of all of them. 100 is just a Phalanx. After all, it looks imposing and regular, and it will not arouse the vigilance of the Poisonous Dragon Department just because there are too many of them who seem to be going to war, and the 100 were all new faces to the cold Nebula, unsuspected of being related to several tribes, including Gerbils, in the event of an accident.

Cold Nebula and the Evil Dragon led the Party of 100 people on a vast march, and instead of going directly to the Poisonous Dragon, they circled around the inside of the misty forest and then headed for the poisonous dragon, pretending to come from the inside of the misty forest, not from the Gerbil Department.

On the way also saw the poisonous dragon people, these people saw the cold Nebula vast and voluminous troops immediately return to report, the Cold Nebula also did not stop, hope they know in advance.

Eventually Cold Nebula saw the tribe in front of him, or rather a makeshift camp, at least twice the size of the GERBILS and megaliths combined, if there are now more than 200 people in the Gerbil Department, there must be at least 400 here, which is a purely large tribe in terms of numbers. At this moment, a secret tribe of tribesmen, armed to the teeth, stood in the way of the Cold Nebula, led by a man with an eye patch, staring at the Cold Nebula and the evil dragon with a grim expression on his face, and he was very alert, do Not know what this is a team, look at the dress is not tribal people, but to other countries in the army.

"Who are you and how did you get here? " Cried the one-eyed man in charge.

Cold Nebula and the Dragon led the Guardians of Soul Mountain to a stop 20 meters from the Dragon's flank, just in position to see each other, but not too close, just the right place to talk.

"We are the emissaries of Mount Qiling... " Cold Nebula said loudly and pointed to himself and the Evil Dragon.

The dragon knew he had to go on, and that was the arrangement, the Dragon was in Dragon Raja, and the dragon's unique fighting skills were just right for the occasion, the sound was loud enough to be heard by anyone within a kilometer of it, and it had a mesmerizing effect, to make a mark on these people.

"We are the emissaries from Mount Qiling... " The dragon's voice echoed through the sky like a megaphone, vaguely ethereal. Cold Nebula secretly gave a thumbs up, this evil dragon is really a god stick, the voice made a kind of sacred feeling, this is far better than their desired effect, more able to make these people accept themselves.

"these brave men behind us are the Guardians of Mount Keeling, called the Guardians of Soul Mountain, whose mission this time is to quell the rebellion in the misty forest, to protect the peace-loving tribes, and to punish the tribes that have so viciously caused war... ... We, the Guardians of Soul Mountain, are also recruiting brave, peace-loving men from all the tribes of the misty forest... to help keep the forest safe . What tribe are you, and by the looks of you, warriors of the misty forest, willing to join us, the Guardians of Soul Mountain, to quell the rebellion of the misty forest, this is also his true character performance, originally is the divine rank, to these demagogic things are easy to come by.

The one-eyed leader of the Poisonous Dragon clan also believed the evil dragon's words, after all, the mark between their eyes can not be faked, now he's a little flustered, it sounds good to be a guardian of Soul Mountain, but he's not that religious about Mount Qiling, he didn't want to fight for something he didn't believe in. He was more comfortable fighting for something he could see, and his tribe had slaughtered and plundered so many of them, if this emissary knew, he might punish himself. If his poison dragon had joined the guards of Soul Mountain, he would have no military power. He could not join in any way. But the emissaries came and refused, afraid of offending the emissaries, although the emissaries were no big deal, the Soul Mountain guards themselves had the confidence to fight, but behind them was Mount Keeling, the uncrowned King of the entire misty forest...

In contrast to the one-eyed leader's anxiety, the Viper clan's skittish tribesmen had the opposite idea. They were eager to join the starry clan, not to be cannon fodder for Viper clan, but now not only himself but also the old men, women and children of his tribe are in the poison dragon, so there is no way out unless the poison dragon agrees to join the Soul Mountain Guard, and perhaps regain the independence of his tribe.

All eyes fell on the one-eyed leader in anticipation of his reply. Cold Nebula, too, was very nervous, but he was afraid that if the one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one If really let him join with oneself to save the peace-loving tribe also inconsistent, cold nebula thought in the heart.

There was a sudden hush, and all eyes were on the one-eyed leader, who felt the pressure to be the center of attention, and for a moment there was silence before he spoke.

"thank the emissaries for looking up to us, but we are only a medium-sized tribe with limited strength, and I am afraid we can not carry out the task of pacifying the war, and my people are all peace-loving people who really do not want to be part of the war, but we are very supportive of the forces of Mount Keeling, the Guardians of Soul Mountain, who can not go to war, prepare some food and supplies, and we must do our bit for the peace of the misty forest, " said the one-eyed chief, pretending to be sincere, at the same time let people to prepare some supplies to cold nebula them, this is also a gift, the gift is also a gift to the emissary face, think also will not find me trouble, the one-eyed leader thought.

Many people behind the one-eyed leader showed disappointment. These were all seen by the Cold Nebula. The Cold Nebula was very happy. This operation could be said to have been very successful, although it was only a simple contact, but these people already believe in the Guardians of Lingshan, but this is just the beginning, and it's not even close to success. Soon the men of the Poisonous Dragon Department loaded the supplies they had prepared into the storage trinkets and gave them to the one-eyed leader. The one-eyed leader looked at them and gave them to cold Nebula with a heart-ache. He had robbed them little by little, how could he give it to others? But there was nothing to be done. Let him buy peace, thought the one-eyed leader.