Chapter 197: The Enemy "I don't have a shackle around my neck, but I decided to create a shackle for myself" Char repeated the two words that Dora had read to him, and after a while, the turtle laughed.
He began to laugh very quietly, only slightly upturned at the corners of his mouth, but then he laughed louder and louder, leaning back and forth, smiling openly and unabashedly.
But Dora could hear that there was no trace of laughter in the turtle's laughter.
This kind of laughter is more like a kind of pity, a kind of pathos, or a kind of mockery.
After enduring the turtle's laughter for a long time, Dora asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"
"These ancient goblins, very cute and pitiful."
Char seemed to wipe the corners of his eyes, he was obviously smiling, but his eyes were so sharp: "There are no shackles, but you create a shackles for yourself, is there anything more ridiculous than this?"
Dora was silent for a while, and then finally said slowly, "I almost forgot that you are also a fellow without faith. ” "You're wrong."
To Dora's surprise, the turtle's retort was very crisp and resolute "Maybe we don't believe in God, but that doesn't mean we don't have faith," Char suddenly said this, and then there was a hint of cunning in his eyes: "Speaking of our glory and depravity written by Chamak, the greatest goblin philosopher of the Third Age of Fire, Hahadora, don't you think, these goblins are really smarter than you?"
The turtle's tone was very indifferent: "I was born in the wildfire field, I am not a Byzantine, not a Lanti, not an Odin, so I did not join any religion I grew up in the mountains, I don't believe in any gods, I believe in strength, the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, the survival of tenacity, I believe in the axe in my hand, because I know that I need to rely on it to chop firewood, to chop off the heads of wild beasts" "It's just a hunter."
Dora retorted.
"Yes, a hunter."
At this moment, this vulgar turtle, his tone was almost like that of a wise philosopher: "Then you noble and proud dragon, mighty Dora.
Hmph, you are a dragon, when you are alive, your lifespan may be dozens of times that of mine, and you are hundreds of times stronger than mine, but are you really stronger than me?"
As if just before Dora was about to refute, Char added: "Yes, it seems to be yes, but, don't forget, you don't even die, you don't die free" It was this last sentence that seemed to crush Dora's confidence in rebuttal.
"Yes, what do you say that dragons must be buried, so the dragon's soul must go to the dragon's graveyard to rest in order to obtain eternal peace and eternal rest.
Hahahahaha" Char laughed wildly: "Do you know what I thought in my heart when I first heard you say this, what I think is, that dragon god of yours is really fucking wrong, take off your pants and fart and die, your eyes are closed, your legs are kicked, and you are a hundred, but you are not even free to die, you have to do it according to the rules it sets after you die, hahahahadora, do you know what this is" "Yes, what," Dora asked subconsciously.
"Shackles."
Dora froze.
Or rather, a creature as wise as her, suddenly seemed to find no words to refute the rude and impudent turtle, as if choked, and after a long time Dora retorted: "But if I don't do that, my soul will not be able to rest, I" "Yes, yes."
Char said disdainfully: "Your soul can't rest in peace, so you must return the soul to the cemetery, if you can't go back, your soul will disappear" Speaking of this, Char suddenly took a deep breath, and then asked Dora very seriously: "I ask you, how can you be sure that even if you return to the holy tomb of your dragon clan, your soul will not disappear and will definitely get eternal rest, how can you be sure?"
"It's set by the dragon god" Before Dora could finish speaking, Char shook her head: "No, I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you, how can you be sure that there are other dead dragons who told you, with their own real experience, that after they died, their souls entered the cemetery and were laid to rest?"
"Nonsense, after death, the soul enters the cemetery, how can it come out and tell me again" "That's it."
Char sneered maliciously: "No dragon can prove what it looks like after death, and what you believe now is what the dragon god taught you." ” The turtle snorted: "Maybe your dragon god is lying to you, maybe your dragon god is talking nonsense."
Haha, maybe even if your soul returns to the cemetery, it will only be after the energy of your consciousness is exhausted, and it will disappear, God knows that after your soul dies, it will be impossible to run back and tell the truth, understand?"
"Shut up, shut up" Dora was really on fire, she roared angrily in Char's head, shocking Char's eyes a little black, and pressing her temples hard.
The she-dragon's roar continued for a long time before the sound gradually subsided.
Xia Ya let go of his hand and said coldly: "If you want to convince me, it's very simple, you come up with evidence to refute me, not just tell what God said." ” Although Dora was furious, she really couldn't find any powerful words to fight back against Char.
Even, in her rage, she tried her best to find a reason to try to refute this bullshit bastard, but after thinking about it for a long time, she found that she really couldn't find any evidence that could shut up this bastard.
All of this is "God's Say."
"Now, if you don't want to continue arguing with me, then continue to translate the contents of this book to me."
"Hmph, think beautifully."
Dora said hatefully: "You dare to question my faith with such bad words, and you want to beg me to help you" "Ha" Char deliberately laughed: "The things in this book are written by ancient goblins, which are left by those goblins who don't believe in gods at all, are you weak-hearted, Dora, you are worried that the content of the rest of this book will further prove that my statement is correct" "Phew" Dora was really excited, and said angrily: "Okay, I'll translate it for you" "The Fifth Age of the New God Age is four hundred and three hundred and thirty-five years, and the moon is missing.
Sark's funeral was very simple, and we buried him in the woods of the Creation Zone, which everyone thought was a good idea, because Sark had said when he was alive that he loved the woods.
Today I received an order that the Honorable Imperial Marshal Marshal Marshal Azi would come to inspect the Creation God District.
At such a tense time of war, the Marshal's inspection became the most important event in the Creation God District, and the soldiers and officers wrote many letters of request for war, hoping that they would be mobilized to the front to fight for the Empire.
This time, instead of stopping such an action, I put the petitions away with my own hands and added a letter of mine to the top.
Sark's death suddenly made me feel a deep disgust for this place.
I'd rather go to war than die in battle. ” "The fifth age of the new gods is four hundred and thirty-three years, and the moon is gone.
Marshal Aziz and his party arrived much earlier than expected.
This is not the first time I have met the Marshal, who had personally appointed me a few years ago before I came to the Creation God District.
When I saw the marshal again a few years later, he looked very tired and old.
Field Marshal Azi did not inspect the reception of soldiers and officers as is customary, but listened to the progress of the test group as soon as possible, and I was not qualified to attend this process because it was a top secret of the Empire.
But I noticed that when Marshal Azi walked out of the conference room, his expression was very ugly.
I have the impression that Marshal Azi was a strong goblin warrior who once wrote such an uplifting book as Shouting Oak and Advance Goblins.
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But now, the weakness in his eyes is something that even I can see.
When I sent the large pile of petitions, Marshal Azi threw them all into the trash without even looking at them.
I was surprised by this approach, as it was an insult to the qualities of a goblin.
But just as I was trying to argue when, the marshal and I had a conversation alone.
And this conversation is the biggest reason why I wrote this account, and I am shocked Marshal Azi told me that in fact the situation at the front was much worse than we knew, and that it was only in order to stabilize the people's minds that the results announced to the outside world had been somewhat redacted, in order to avoid some unnecessary confusion.
And the truth I heard from the marshal is that the Divine Fire Legion has basically been wiped out, and now the combined forces of humans and dwarves in the south are moving north.
In the north, the dragon clan has completely annihilated the three goblin legions, and the gods who annihilated and not defeated the dragon clan also showed miracles, it was a great disaster, and the goblins of a legion slept forever in that disaster.
What worries Marshal Azi even more is that the human race has divided a part of its forces, trying to penetrate directly from the south to the east, and the dragons in the north to make a flanking posture against the hinterland of the empire.
Only the Eastern Region is still resisting, but the bad thing is that because of the interspersed with human roundabout armies, the rear of our Eastern Region has been cut off from the inner belly of the empire, that is to say, the Eastern District, including the Creation God District, is now surrounded by these hostile races.
The Marshal told me that for at least a long time to come, the Creation District would no longer receive any supplies from the Empire's inner belly, and that the elements needed for new experiments would not be able to be transported.
As for my children, you don't have to apply to be transferred out of here, because if you want to fight, trust me, the enemies will soon appear here before your eyes I can't believe that the situation is so dire Why did our powerful goblins, the great goblins, the best race in the world, fall to such a point?
Is it because we don't have the blessing of the gods?
The marshal's answer to my question is: The real reason is because we don't have gods but want to create a god.
From now on, the Creation God Project is no longer a national project, it has become a military project.
The despicable races can gain an advantage over us on the battlefield because they have the help of the gods, who have demonstrated miracles that are powerful enough to kill many goblins.
So, in order to contend with them, we must have our own gods, and we must have a powerful weapon that can contend with them Marshal Azi told me that he was going back to the capital at once, and that he would be responsible for mobilizing all the troops against the threat of the invaders to the goblin capital, and that it would be a brutal war to defend it.
And he gave me a very difficult task.
Guarding the Creation God District, my child, because in a sense, this place is more important than our capital, even if you lose the capital, as long as you succeed here, our great goblins have the hope of turning the tables More than 400 years of hard work, invested in all the national power of the plan, and consumed too much power of the goblins, so that those bastards take advantage of the weakness We will not surrender, and the goblins will not admit defeat, in this world, there are only dead goblins, and there are no failed goblins, I can't give you any support, There is no way to give you any supplies, but I need you and your army to defend this place to the death, and this place cannot be captured by the enemy under any circumstances These were the exact words spoken to me by the Marshal, and my pen trembled as I wrote these words.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it, or maybe even if it's the hardest task of my life, and maybe the last.
This is no ordinary war anymore.
This is a multiple-choice question: Survive, or perish. ” "The Fifth Age of the New God Age is four hundred and three hundred and thirty-five years, and the earth and the moon are said.
Because of the appointment of the Marshal, I became the Supreme Military Commander of the Creation God District, and I was also appointed as a member of the trial team.
I have been given supreme leadership in the region, and it is my responsibility to dedicate my life to keep this project going.
I have been given the highest access to all the materials related to the Creation God Project.
I spent two days and two nights reading these materials, and I only read the last 100 years, but this part of it alone made me feel a great shock What the hell have we done?
I felt my whole body tremble, it was a tremor of fear, a tremor of remorse and anger In just the past 100 years, the goblins have exhausted almost all the national power they can mobilize for this almost A large number of other studies have been suspended or put on hold indefinitely, and all the most elite goblin scholars and experts have been mobilized to carry out this huge project, and for this reason, we have stopped the research on the latest war ships, the research on the new energy level magic cannon, the research on the improvement of the goblin race, and the research on new energy sources that have replaced the magic energy.
Let our technology stand still in a hundred years' time All this is to create a goddamn god To the damned God Shack was right, we were stupid And since I was a child, my father said to me that if you do something stupid, you will be punished. ” "The Fifth Age of the New Gods is four hundred and three hundred and thirty-five years, and the last month is missing.
It's been a long time since I've written a note.
In recent times, we have not been able to maintain stable contact with the outside world, and we have not received news from the capital for more than six months.
The most recent news is that the dragons have crossed the northern plains, and that the humans have converged with the dragons to encircle the capital region.
We don't have any more goblin armies, almost all of the reserves have already been fully mobilized.
Marshal Aziz was right last time, this is not just a war, but a choice.
Survival, or extinction.
Since becoming the commander of the Creation Zone, the more I have learned about this plan, the more awe I have grown.
I couldn't sleep peacefully almost every night, and I had nightmares every night because of the shocking plans.
I even wonder what kind of mood His Majesty the Goblin King, who signed up for this plan more than four hundred years ago, to make such a decision on the fate of the goblin race for hundreds of years to come, to gamble on an illusory dream that may not exist at all.
But I know better that this is perhaps our goblins' biggest flaw: the pursuit of perfection.
We are already the most powerful race in the world, and our only flaw is that we do not have a god of our own.
What the weaker races than we have, we don't have.
We conquered the continents, conquered the skies, conquered everything, but did not conquer our own hearts.
That's a gamble.
The greatest tragedy for me is that I can't change this reality, because, if it was a tragedy, it would have been opened four hundred years ago.
And now, it has entered the stage of curtain call.
At present, there is still plenty of food, and the six conjoined underground warehouses in the Creation God District have enough food to feed the 46,000 goblins in our district for a year.
However, the instability of the military spirit has reached the point where it is difficult to control.
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Today there are three more deserters, one of whom is actually a low-level officer.
It was a big shock to me.
But they're not cowards, they just can't stand to worry about their families.
Their families are all in the capital, all outside.
I still ordered the deserter to be put to death, and the officer, before he died, I asked him what his last words were.
It said to me: General, I am not afraid of death, nor of war, but I am afraid of waiting, so I would rather run away, maybe our hometown has fallen, but I would rather go back there and die with my family than live here and wait in despair.
Its words silence me.
In the end, I carried out the death penalty with my own hands.
But I can't forget the eyes before it died, it wasn't fear, it was just unwillingness and regret.
It is not death that bothers it, but the failure to see or die with the family.
At this moment, I also remembered the words of the capital, the eyes that had been deliberately suppressed and forgotten by me, and the smile.
Princess Lulu, are you still safe?"
"The Fifth Age of the New God Age is four hundred and thirty-six years, except for the Say.
Today, we finally waited for the news from outside A remnant army of goblins has entered the Creation God Zone, and their number is the Red Legion of the Central Garrison District.
The Red Legion is supposed to be stationed in the southeast of the capital, and I used to have two friends who served in this legion, but I was very surprised to see them today.
The number of a legion, but the number of goblins arriving is less than eight hundred, and I can't imagine what kind of severe trials such an army has encountered.
What makes the goblins here even more desperate is that the arrival of the Red Legion has brought a lot of bad news The great goblin capital, which had already fallen two goblin months ago.
The abominable dragons and humans, united again after the last demon war, their dragon knights are truly formidable, these dragon knights have crushed our army with their frontal assault, and the damned dwarves, these gnomes who are good at burrowing, they have dug tunnels and attacked our defenses Our capital has fallen, and His Majesty the honorable Hardeman Jr. has committed suicide and martyrdom.
The brothers of the Red Legion told me that they received orders from Marshal Azi after the rout, and Marshal Azi's last order was to let all the goblin armies break through on all fronts and try to move closer to the eastern region.
And the honorable Marshal Azi, it fulfilled the promise it made, and after the fall of Yanjing, it led the guards and died a glorious death in the street battle.
I can imagine this goblin, who was three times my age, finally dying in battle brandishing his weapon and chanting slogans.
But in fact, one of the brothers of the Red Legion told me that he had witnessed the marshal's death in battle: it was brutally trampled to death by a dragon knight's mount.
What made all the goblins in the Creation God Zone even more angry was the other news brought by the Red Legion.
In this war, it is clear that those races are not just hoping to defeat us Listen to them, outside, in the northern plains, in the capital, in other regions, in all the fallen areas, the races are slaughtering our fellow goblins It wasn't just goblin soldiers who were killed, but innocent civilians who smashed our buildings, burned our libraries and schools, and turned everything into ruins.
These bastards, they're trying to exterminate our race extinction This term is not unfamiliar, because in history, in the last war against the demons, we did it.
I was in a state of great worry.
The fall of the capital, whether Rulu is still alive If those damned races are really carrying out the slaughter that exterminates us, then will Ruru she be able to escape this catastrophe?
I heard from the brothers of the Red Legion that before the capital was surrounded, a group of refugees fled from the capital to the east, and I heard that some members of the royal family were included in it.
I wish Lulu was among those fleeing.
They don't want to take over our cities at all, because the first thing they do everywhere they go is to massacre, and the second thing they do is to tear down all the buildings they can see.
The third thing is to set fire to all visible traces.
It's as if we never existed. ” "In the fifth age of the new gods, four hundred and thirty-six years, the first moon is missing.
Today, an enemy has finally approached the Creation Zone.
A squad of elves approached the outer forest, and after a brief encounter, they quickly left.
I know very well that what is coming is the toughest battle, that we have no foreign help, no supplies, no way out The homeland we live in is no longer there, the land we own is no longer ours, the loved ones we love are dead, and the country to which we are loyal is gone.
And our race is in the process of not becoming extinct.
At this point, there may be no way to stop this from happening. ” "In the fifth age of the new god era, four hundred and thirty-six years, the red moon said.
The enemy finally arrived, and a coalition of elves and Terrans appeared outside the cordon.
Today, I saw off an old friend of mine.
When I saw Imit again, I could barely recognize it.
In my memory, Imit has a gentle smile and warm eyes, but when I saw it today, its stiff eyes made me feel strange, and I saw the killing and cruelty in those eyes.
As a goblin, it was still so proud, it came alone outside our cordon and asked to see me, and it knew I was the supreme governor here.
It represents the opposing coalition's condition that all goblins in the Creation Zone must surrender immediately and unconditionally.
I asked it if it had been slaughtered by you all after surrendering.
It told me that the massacres outside were done by other races, and that the noble goblins did not do such massacres.
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I said to it: "Witnessing a crime and not stopping it is not qualified to call itself noble."
And the funny thing is that this sentence was told to me back then.
Imit told me that it would guarantee our safety after my men surrendered.
Moreover, it said to me that these things were very important to them because of the things in the Creation Zone, and as long as I promised to leave a complete Creation Zone to them, in exchange, I would get a dignified surrender and gain the right to live.
Again, I didn't hesitate to turn it down.
When Imit was gone, it said to me: You will regret it, my friend.
My answer is: Fuck you, enemy" ` To be continued 〗Hanyu Pinyin "" is simple and easy to remember: