Jacqua raised her eyebrows suddenly, and with a flicker, he suddenly took a few afterimages and fled behind several metal golems controlled by his own people.
His eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at the Green Moon Empress and scolded sharply: "The Green Moon Empress, you are just the high priest of the elf clan Moon Elves, you are just a servant of the elven gods in the secular world and was threatened by a certain elven goddess like this, I will admit it, but you, you are just an ordinary elf, you dare to do this to me" Heavy footsteps were heard in all directions at the same time, and one after another, emitting a terrifying aura of power, god-level metal puppets with circles of dazzling magic rings under their feet kept breaking through.
For a while, at least tens of thousands of god-level puppets controlled by the Hokkin God Clan surrounded the team of the Green Moon Empress, and all the equipment on these metal puppets was unfolded, and the cold air made the elves in the team chill.
The Empress of the Green Moon glanced at Jacques with a gloomy face, and then a stream of white water rushed above her head, and the phantom of her true body loomed in the white light.
Jacques Ya and the group of hawkkin gods were stunned, and those powerful god-level puppets collapsed inward one after another, one by one, dressed in tatters, and beggars, and the hawkkin gods with all kinds of pungent ore smells jumped out of the puppets one after another.
"It's you, you're unlucky" Jacques spread her hands helplessly, and spat heavily.
Having just been blown out of the main hall, Jacques's mouth was filled with gray dust from the explosion of the burning of mineral oil.
His saliva spilled on the ground like ink, and the Green Moon Empress's face changed suddenly, and she took several steps backwards in shock.
"Click, I like spirits with cleanliness" Jacques muttered under her breath, "In this case, on the battlefield, you can be defeated with enough poop" The Green Moon Empress couldn't believe what she had heard.
Her body trembled slightly, and she screamed in disbelief: "Prince Jacques, did I hear you wrong, or have you fallen to this point?"
Jacques jacques laughed a few times, and then he clapped his hands vigorously: "Okay, okay, your guest is here."
Brothers and sisters, and, children, let's play our welcome music.
Let's have a little fun."
The gambling failed, and the goblin magnates who were scolding and scolding at their old emperor suddenly came to their senses, and they cheered and greeted the goblins around them.
A large group of goblin court guards snorted and gasped as they pushed a huge building from the edge of the square.
A metal box with a length and width of tens of meters and a height of about three meters.
The surface of this metal case is densely covered with all kinds of tuba and trumpet, densely inlaid with countless percussion instruments, and hundreds of instruments of all kinds and strange colors.
On the back of the metal box was a huge pipe organ with more than 300 pipes.
Behind this metal box was a medium-sized magic furnace, which was now inside dozens of exhaust pipes.
White steam is being spewed out continuously.
"Welcome to our latest masterpiece, of course, it's just a small little thing," Jacques chuckled triumphantly: "My youngest grandson, the young man Jacqueru, who has just turned thirty, is a universal ensemble capable of playing all the pieces we know."
Whether it's a Hawkkin, or you're an elf."
Empress Green Moon's face changed slightly, and she quickly took a few steps back, allowing the elves closest to the so-called ensemble to retreat as fast as they could.
The creations of the goblins are strange.
And the more strange the creation, the less reliable it is, and various explosions appear from time to time.
The Green Moon Empress didn't want her retinue to be blown to pieces.
But the elves hadn't taken a few steps before the high-pitched and cheerful sound of music could already be heard from the ensemble.
Hundreds of musical instruments of all kinds played and sang happily, and the tacit understanding between them was incomparable, and the joyful tune made people want to sway their bodies to his rhythm.
The goblins and magnates had already begun to provoke the goblin to swing dance, but the elves were so angry that their faces turned purple.
This is the funeral song of the elves, a tune that is sung when the elves bury their bodies in ancient trees after the death of their families.
But these damned goblins, they transplanted the funeral song that conveyed the infinite sorrow of the elves directly into this ensemble, and the rhythm became incomparably cheerful and joyful, as if it were already a cheerful little waltz.
What made the Green Moon Empress even more unbearable was that some of the young people among the elven nobles actually sang a small song that was notorious in history and almost detonated the war between the Hawkkin Protoss and the Elven Protoss The best elves are the dead elves; There is no elf more pleasing to the goblins than the dead elves; Oh also, oh also, oh also, nasty elves, proud elves, hypocritical elves, they are all inferior to dead elves The best elves are the Dead Elves, a song composed by a boring Grand Elder in the history of the Hokkin Protoss, which caused an uproar when humans were still ruling over countless races.
The elves brazenly lodged the strongest protest against the Hokkin Divine Clan, and even directly set up troops on the border, almost breaking out a decisive battle between the two clans.
If it weren't for the human rulers at that time who forcibly suppressed the two races, I don't know what would have turned out of things.
But here, at this time, the elves heard this unbearable tune again, and the eyes of the Empress of the Green Moon suddenly turned a cold and miserable white, and the starlight of the Sen Sen shot out from her pupils, and circles of white water gradually rushed out from under her feet, and translucent moon-white flowers quietly bloomed in the water waves.
The Empress of the Green Moon gradually evolved into a god statue of her own body, and her dull and thunderous bluntness resounded throughout the Steel City.
"Yacchia you want war, we elves will give you war" Jacques's face changed suddenly, and he slapped his head hard, then pulled a shuttle-shaped magic guide from his sleeve and smashed it at the ensemble.
The tail of the crystal magic guide bloomed with a few small tail wings, and suddenly a blinding cold light penetrated the outer armor of the ensemble, and then exploded inside the ensemble.
The massive pure metal forged ensemble exploded into countless pieces, and the dance of the goblins and the hawkkin gods came to an abrupt end.
Jacques rubbed her hands awkwardly, and laughed a few times: "Ah, how old was my birthday a few days ago, and the children helped me celebrate my birthday, so this tune didn't have time to be changed hahaha, just a little misunderstanding, please don't mind, Your Majesty" The Empress of the Green Moon and the elven goddesses behind her were so angry that their eyes turned green, and they used the funeral song of the transposed elves as the dance music for the birthday party, damn the Hokkin Divine Clan, they should all be slashed to death by thunder Holding back the anger in her heart, the Green Moon Empress sneered word by word: "I feel the friendship and enthusiasm of the Hawkkin Protoss towards our Elven Protoss.
So, can we get down to business now?"
Jacques Yaya looked at the Green Moon Empress in amazement, he groaned for a while, and then helplessly spread out the five fingers of his right hand: "Hmm, what do you want to buy from us, for the sake of our rudeness today, I can be the master and sell you no more than five floating war fortresses, well, the kind that will be no more than five miles long, but this price, there can be no discount."
Empress Green Moon's eyebrows twitched, and she shouted coldly: "For the sake of the five war fortresses, as for the labor of me, Yakeya, what I want to say is the serious matter of whether your Hokkin Protoss can survive in this world." ” Jacques and his people spread their hands and pursed their lips at the same time, and for a moment they booed.
Jacchia waited for the boos of countless clansmen to stop, and then he laughed, he spread his hands noncommittally and shrunk his neck, and said triumphantly: "Could it be that anyone will cause us harm, our Hokkin Protoss, and any Protoss have no interest entanglements?"
Pointing to the goblins around him who were almost identical to the gods of Hawkkin, Hawkkin laughed and said, "Our believers are only goblins, and goblins can only believe in us.
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If any Protoss wants to attack us, they will have to pay a heavy price, but they will not be able to enjoy any benefits, who would be stupid enough to do such a detrimental thing."
Jacques is right, the followers of the Hokkin Protoss are only the goblins.
And the goblin clan can only believe in the gods of the Hokkin god clan.
This is very different from other gods, the composition of believers in other gods is always very complicated, even in the Odin Temple, there are humans as high priests and great wizards, and on the elven continent, there are also human city-states.
But in the Goblin Continent, the belief system is pure and singular.
The goblins only offer their faith to the Hawkkin Protoss, and the Hokkin Protoss only draw on the faith of the Goblins.
Since the primeval war, the Hawkkin Protoss and the goblins have lived together, they have never been separated, the bloodline of the Hokkin Protoss has multiplied among the goblins, and they are already an inseparable whole.
And the fecundity of the goblin clan is extremely terrifying, relying on powerful alchemy weapons, they are enough to confront the army of elite believers under the control of any god clan, and they also occupy a certain advantage in numbers.
And the Hokkin Protoss relied on countless alchemy puppets, and even if they faced any powerful Protoss, they would not necessarily be inferior.
And even in the Ancient God War, even in the Ancient God War, they all appeared as logistics technicians.
Their individual strength was not strong, so they did not directly participate in the war.
While the other gods had suffered heavy losses, the Hawkkin gods were basically all bearded and tailed, and their overall strength was not greatly damaged.
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