There were shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing one after another, and the whole place was in chaos. "The situation is unclear, and the church has an obligation to protect the city of San Marino from large-scale unrest." Victoria said ambiguously. My daughter is back. Victoria felt that this was Carl's way of telling her that his plan did not involve breaking off relations with the church. Perhaps this was also meant as a warning to her. "Karl..." Victoria looked at the City Lord's Mansion in the distance. She didn't expect that this group of rabble would actually break into the City Lord's Mansion: "Are these all your plans? What is your real purpose?" Victoria felt very uneasy. She couldn't understand all of Carl's actions and even his purpose. Such an opponent would make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. far away. Aisha stood at the front of the team, her posture straight, looking at the fallen City Lord's Mansion.
Roy walked up to Aisha and said, "Captain, should we take action?" Aisha shook her head: "I lost this round." She already knew in her heart that all this was a carefully planned scheme by Karl. Otherwise, how could this group of rabble so easily force their way into the City Lord's Mansion? Roy's golden vertical pupils widened and he looked at Aisha in disbelief. She couldn't understand the game between these big guys. "Our plan is to incite the civilians to rebel, cooperate with the outside troops, and capture the city of San Marino." Aisha smiled bitterly and looked at the fire in the distance. Now that things had come to this, she didn't mind explaining it slowly to Roy. "Karl used a more extreme theory than ours, preventing us from obtaining troops from within. He then used means unknown to me to control the city guards and reach a cooperation with the church." "After these rabble capture the City Lord's Mansion, he will be able to directly take over San Marino City." Roy's expression changed. She just felt it was ridiculous. Unlike Aisha, she had fought with Karl in the hotel. Even though she transformed into a snake form, she was still forced upon by Carl. She thought that Carl was an evil dragon whose cerebellum controlled the brain and would get on with any female. "Let's go." Aisha turned around and said, "I underestimated him. His strategy is better than mine. If that's the case, then we should use our absolute strength to defeat him head-on." She now has 2,000 elite soldiers under her command, but is unable to face the city guards and the church. If she continues to wait, the battle at the City Lord's Mansion will be over, and they will most likely turn around and attack her. The city has been bewitched by Carl's more extreme ideas. If they stayed any longer, their soldiers would only be bewitched by Carl. "A formidable opponent."
Aisha looked deeply into the darkness. She knew that Carl must be standing somewhere high, overlooking all this. "Yes, sir." Roy and the other captains responded in a deep voice. After listening to Aisha's explanation, they realized the dangerousness of the game. If it weren't for the leader, they might have rushed forward like reckless beasts and fallen into the trap set by Carl. The mixed-blood troops began to tighten their formation in an orderly manner and moved towards the city gate. Since it is impossible to capture the city of San Marino at the lowest cost, then we should join the main force and then destroy all enemies with absolute strength. "Destroy the city wall." Aisha ordered, with determination in her eyes. Even if a strong attack would cause huge losses, Carl must be defeated first. Otherwise, given Carl's terrifying nature, let him continue to grow. Aisha didn't have the confidence that she could definitely defeat him. In the City Lord's Mansion, the battle is drawing to a close. The angry adventurers, with hatred for the nobles, drag these usually high-handed nobles out of the mansion. Amid the roars of the adventurers, Count Heiman and a group of nobles were pushed to the guillotine. Michelle stood quietly in the darkness high up, watching all this. These nobles were nothing more than puppets in her hands, and their lives and deaths were of no importance at all. However, from the beginning to now, Carl has not appeared. This made Michelle feel uneasy and fearful. Hill was also present, frowning as he watched the adventurers show no mercy in executing the nobles one by one with the guillotine without any trial. "Aren't they too extreme?" Misir's goal was to disrupt the empire and give the dark elves a chance to rise in the chaos. But he would not be so crazy as to kill all the nobles. "Extreme?" Hill was stunned, and suddenly asked, "Could it be that Karl has seen through our plan and is expressing his willingness to cooperate with us?" "Ah?" Michelle frowned maturely. If anyone wants to cooperate, they must first strengthen the partner, and not let go of either side. Hill thought for a moment and explained, "He first showed us his strength, and then controlled these adventurers to kill the nobles. This is consistent with our ultimate goal. He was telling us that he could easily slaughter these nobles without even having to do it himself." Misir frowned even more tightly: "How could he know our plan?" "It's not surprising that such a strong man knows everything." Hill narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps this is our chance." "Bet on him?" Michelle understood what Hill meant, but still found it ridiculous. "No." Hill shook his head: "We will only lead the guards of San Marino City who are under control to surrender to him and let our people hide." As she spoke, a ruthless look flashed in her eyes: "This is an opportunity, isn't it? Exploitation and betrayal, isn't that what we have been doing?" Michelle remained silent. She was very afraid of Karl. But Hill is right, this is undoubtedly a great opportunity.
Time comes the next day. Carl came to the execution ground, and he planned to make a more radical speech today, but he was shocked when he saw the chaos in the street. Sylvie came over excitedly, knelt on one knee, and pointed to a head on the ground: "Teacher Karl, I have fulfilled my mission. This is the head of Count Heiman." Chapter 57 Dark Elf Zhenrun Carl stared with wide eyes at the head rolling on the ground. He had doubts about Count Heiman before. This feminine nobleman looked like the mastermind behind the scenes. He hasn't done anything yet, how come he turned into a human head? "Teacher Carl!" Sylvie's eyes sparkled with admiration. The surrounding adventurers also gathered around, with admiration for Carl written all over their faces. Someone in the crowd handed over a scepter with both hands. The scepter was inlaid with gems and said, "Mr. Karl, this is the scepter that symbolizes the power of the city lord." Their voices were filled with pleading and expectation: “Please be our leader and lead us to create the beautiful world you described!” Carl narrowed his eyes slightly. He needed some time to understand everything in front of him. Suddenly, someone came forward, draped a gorgeous shawl over his shoulders from behind, and shouted, "Please ask Master Karl to become the lord of the new San Marino City!" Someone started shouting, and soon everyone joined in. The adventurers around him half-knelt down, their eyes focused on Carl. "?" Carl held the scepter and felt that all this was too absurd and magical. How could these adventurers really kill the city lord? Are all the forces in the city just watching helplessly? Yesterday, because Chris’s black stockings and high heels were so sexy, he played for a while longer and slept very soundly. When he woke up, he found the world seemed so strange. In the shadows in the distance, Michelle and Hill looked at Carl quietly. Michelle sneered, "How hypocritical! He looks so clueless, his acting is flawless." Hearing this, Hill raised his lips and said, "This is exactly what makes him so scary. I hope he will like this 'gift' we give him." This "enthronement" drama, handing over the scepter, covering the cloak, and leading the pace of the people around, all of this was naturally arranged by her in secret. "We have to demonstrate our own value in order to gain more power under him." Hill narrowed his eyes, with ambition flashing in his eyes: "Let's go, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion and wait for him. I hope he won't let us down." Michelle nodded, took a last deep look at Carl in the crowd, turned around and left with Hill. They have made preparations for both scenarios. Last night, the elite troops of the dark elves secretly left, leaving only the minimum number of people in the city of San Marino to control the situation. If the negotiations with Carl don't go well, they have already planned to run away. Of course, if the negotiations go smoothly. Michelle licked her lips. Exploitation and betrayal have always been the words that represent the dark elves. Those arrogant kings all thought they could control the dark elves. The final result is that they all become the nourishment of the dark elves.
Grows by parasitism. This is how the dark elves survive. Carl followed Sylvie, with a group of excited adventurers behind him. Sylvie turned around and said, "Mr. Carl, Commander Hill highly respects your ideas. During the chaos last night, it was she who commanded the city guards to help quickly stabilize the situation in the city." Carl remained expressionless, knowing in his heart why the situation had developed to such a strange state. It's Commander Hill. He knew very well that his extreme ideas would never be accepted by the vested interests, and that commander named Hill was the mastermind behind everything. Carl stepped into the City Lord's Mansion, which was full of the mess after the battle. Although the corpses had been cleaned up, there were still traces of blood everywhere. In the hall of the mansion, Carl saw the mastermind behind all this, Hill. She was dressed in white male aristocratic clothing, with her long hair tied up, neat and tidy, exuding a heroic and capable temperament, an intellectual queen. When Hill saw Karl coming, she put one hand on her chest and knelt on one knee gracefully: “Mr. Karl, it’s a great honor to meet you.” Karl glanced at her and whispered four words: "Time stops." In an instant, the whole world seemed to be paused, all movement stopped, and only Carl was able to move freely. He walked slowly to Hill, stretched out his hand, and gently lifted her chin. Hill's face was frozen, but there was still a sense of confidence in his eyes. Karl unbuttoned her military uniform, revealing her delicate collarbone, and then looked down. Her breasts were not big, only C cup, but they had a nice shape and her waist was also very thin. Carl's fingers scraped across her skin, pulling up a light white film to reveal the brown skin underneath. "It really is a dark elf." Karl was not surprised at all. Looking at her confident expression, he put little Karl directly into her mouth. A bit of a wet, muddy feel. It seems that the dark elves' mouths are not much different from those of other races. Carl admired her confident expression while holding her head with both hands, and the snake girl Roy appeared in his mind. The real inhuman experience is those strange races. "call.." Carl to her chest. . . . After Hill finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned and felt uncomfortable in his mouth, and at the same time, a strange sticky feeling came from his chest. "I want to talk to Miss Hill alone." Carl said to Sylvie.
Sylvie nodded, without asking any more questions, turned and left the reception hall, closing the door gently. Carl and Hill were the only ones left in the room. Hill seemed quite generous. After Sylvie left, he took the initiative to unbutton his shirt. The liquid slid down the curve of her chest, but there was no panic or shyness on her face. Looking at Karl curiously: “Mr. Karl, how did you do it?” Karl smiled, walked slowly to the main seat in the room and sat down: “Give me a reason to tell you.” Hearing this, Hill's mouth curled up into a smile, and he ran his fingers across his skin, picked up a little stickiness, put it on his tongue, and then walked towards Karl.