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Chapter 510 Princess Strategy

"Are you really going to attack Your Highness the Princess?" The old mage stared at Kailar. The dense beard was well-organized and extremely gentle. The old man with a kind and kind look was slightly narrowed and looked at Kailar. The light inside was enough to make ordinary people frightened.

But this could not scare Kailar.

Keral is the top ten.

If the serious saint ten majors are scared by a scattered saint ten majors, it would be too shameful to surrender.

Keral looked at him with a smile, gently pinched the teacup next to him and took a sip. The lady Longevity recorded something beside her, and from time to time she raised her head and looked at Keral squintly. Is this man completely unlimited and lower limit?

"Don't you think this is a good ending for everyone?" Kailar asked back with a smile.

"Don't come." The old man cursed with a smile. He lit up the tobacco for himself slowly and took a beautiful mouthful with his pipe. "You guy... Princess Anlietta can't bear to you."

A strange silence fell into the principal's office.

That's right, this is the most critical issue.

The princess couldn't bear to surrender.

"Isn't this of course?" Kailar smiled gently and gently.

The gentleman Toyotomi is like jade, and Kelar is the kind of man with red lips and white teeth and sword-browed Toyotomi. He is about to enter middle age and also has a scent of wine that makes people intoxicated. He is a man like wine. The old wine is aged, and the sediment brought by the years makes him exude an even more mellow smell.

Not to mention those little girls, Longevity raised her head to look at Kelar from time to time. Isn’t it because of the charm that Kelar has in any movement?

Not to mention subduing this man, he is a monster!

Miss Longevity, who was gritting her teeth, lowered her head. She had decided to leave and was about to leave. She was about to leave. Tomorrow, no, she would leave tonight. This man is too terrifying and cannot be matched or resisted by her.

If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave.

Keral glanced at Longevity slightly, her heartbeat was a little too excited. What was she thinking?

No matter what she was thinking or what Princess Anlietta was thinking, Kylar didn't care, because under absolute power, it was useless: "Even if you take an Anlietta and bet on whether I can stay with Torristen, you should all bet."

Kailar's words made the old man laugh happily. He grinned and silly, like a child.

He bet on this pounce.

He gambled. The queen updated.

Unfortunately, Torristen's Queen has never heard of Keral.

If she was to receive a secret letter from Kalina to her, she would know what a dangerous man Kalina was.

This man is a poison, and the people who have tasted it are either obsessed with it or have died without a place to bury it.

Poppies are medicine, flowers, and poison.

If you use it as medicine, it will relieve your troubles. If you use it as a flower, it will bloom as gorgeous as the mandala. If you use it as a poison, it will penetrate deep into the bone marrow and do not scrape the bones.

Is the poison of lovesickness unresolved? Kelar gently picked up the teacup, took a sip, and missed her a little, they were...

Are you okay? Lily?

It's probably not very good.

Artoria looked at the scorching sun in the sky through the gap of the long bangs on her forehead, stuck out her tongue and gently licked her slightly cracked lips, and handed half a coconut shell over her: "Your Highness, drink water."

"Thank you, Denisa." Artoria took the coconut shell and took a sip.

At the sea, fresh water is very precious, so she drank it all without letting go of a drop.

This is not water, it is coconut juice, it is pure natural glucose. The positive energy of life brought by glucose suddenly shocked her.

"Really, your physique is really the strongest one deserves... Eat less, strong, and thirst-resistant... It's really..." Artoria suddenly stopped her mouth, and a sorry expression appeared on her face: "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay," Denisa smiled. Although it was a little bitter, she did not hide her weakness in front of Artoria. Sometimes, in addition to her father's arms and the toilet, she could also reveal it to her best friend.

Artoria is not her best friend, she can only be half of her disciple at most, but under the influence of Keral, the two of them sleep more intimately than others.

"We are the strongest artificial weapons," she smiled: "So we are used to this kind of thing, and compared to them..."

The two women's eyes were involuntarily looking over there.

Thousands of black slaves are working hard to build ports. Cement, a very heavy pollution thing, was made by Keral using bug-like means before Keral left. Now groups of black people are covered with cement and become zebras, but no one dares to say anything.

Beside them were the combination of Uruk's heavy infantry and Roman heavy infantry, the combination of Macedonian light infantry and Spartan light infantry, the combination of Kamelo heavy knights and light knights, crossbows and bows, guns and knives, pointing at them all the time.

These are all the best warriors.

The strongest warrior in Hannibal's legion.

But now it can only be used as a slave.

One and a half months after Keral left, the Hannibal Empire was eaten by sharks surrounded from all directions, and 24 African countries and fifty Middle East countries were buried with them.

Without exception.

During the two wars, the Camelo Light Cavalry's ability to raid from a long distance shocked everyone. Although Keral's argument emphasized the cooperation of troops, the light cavalry, which is a powerful army that can cavalry, shoot, charge and guerrilla, still made many people envious.

Then there are the tragic slaves of the country.

All the black people became slaves. In order to maintain a strong deterrence in the country, the five countries finally sent only one elite force of 200,000 people. The elite force of less than 40,000 people in a country could not greatly damage these countries' vitality, but the people leading the troops made everyone confused for several days before they could get a result.

Artoria became the elite group. First of all, the fleet belonged to her, Keral belonged to her, and the technology was her, and the money was the most she paid.

Since she could let go of this trust, there was nothing else for the other four kings to say, but who led the second wave of 500,000 people to go to sea three months later made the four kings very distressed and argued.

Although it was said to be 200,000 people, Artoria actually took away a total of 1.2 million people!

One million slaves were used entirely as animals! For fifteen days, Artoria waited for the group of slaves to build a huge port in the second safe haven. Although it was a natural port, its throughput was still lower. Millions of people were squeezed into thousands of ships and could not accommodate them!

When I think of Artoria, the fleet with more than 500,000 people behind, I feel a little numb.

A fleet of 500,000 people is different from a fleet of 200,000 people + a million slaves.

Slaves are squeezed at the bottom, and they can squeeze thousands of people in a cabin where goods are placed, and those who are sick will be thrown into the sea. This inhumane world is the slave society of this era!

Artoria's gentleness is only to Keral. If you really want to say it, this guy should be considered a serious angry young man!

Admirers of the bloodline system plus angry youth!

Artoria admires King Yuser very much. Although King Yuser did not raise her, King Yuser is still a hero of all the Camelo people.

He led Camelo to be independent, powerful, prosperous and prosperous.

He possessed all the essence that a wise ruler could possess, and no one could replace his position in the hearts of the Camelots. No, Kelar might be able to. But before Kelar, only King Yuser could make the Celtics surrender sincerely!

What were King Yuser's great achievements? He independent, expelled foreign enemies, and established a kingdom with the Celtics as the core of his bloodline.

In history, how many times she has fought against foreign enemies again and again in order to defend her own people? How much is she feeling for the purity of her bloodline?

You should know that people in this era really don’t pay much attention to bloodline. Apart from the nobles, who has attached much importance to national bloodline?

If you really divide the Romans, Macedonians, Greeks, and I'm afraid they won't be able to divide them themselves, but the Celtics are indeed the same as the Umas. They are an independent race and country, but they are more independent and unique.

It is not an exaggeration for Artoria to say that she is a racist.

Faced with a large group of black slaves with a different complexion from her, she had absolutely no sympathy, and of course there was no sympathy. The people of her country had no time to pity, so how could she have time to sympathize with these guys?!

So it is of course to force them to death.

Faced with the well-equipped and sharp-weaponed Five-Nation Alliance, Hannibal's army had no ability to resist at all. Under the strong crossbows and sharp arrows, these Africans had no power to resist at all.

Not to mention anything else, the power of the 300 great swords and the 500 awakened ones is enough to suppress the slaves of this million people, oh, no, it is eight hundred thousand.

In the past fifteen days and the construction of the first port, almost 100,000 slaves had been exhausted, while almost 80,000 people had died when they were unwilling to sail.

The blood and tears here can be said to be a sailing route accumulated by the Carthaginians.

And among this group of people, there is one person who is extremely low-key.

There were several huge African men around him standing in front of the supervisor and the soldiers.

The curly haired man with a 1.9-meter-old man, who did not look tall among black men, pursed his lips with a firm look. His body was blue and purple, which was bruised on the boat recently, and white, black, which were spots splashed by the cement when stirring the cement.

Every inch of his skin was radiating greasy under the burning of cement and the scorching of the sun, and every move was filled with burning pain.

But he knew that no one could help him except himself.

No matter who comes to help him, he will be killed!

This is definitely a super bold plan. Facing Hannibal, who is full of enemies from all directions, he immediately realized that he would never escape.

Once the other party sorted out all the slaves, his generals would immediately sell him for a piece of bread and a piece of meat chop. It would be no longer necessary to escape, but he looked around in a daze where he went, and there was no place for him to sit there!

This continent and this world are already full of enemies!

Enemy of the world!

Hannibal was trembling when he thought about it. That man... had already done this!

That man...how could he do this!

Hannibal was puzzled. He was not afraid of failure, but he was afraid of the unknown and afraid of Keral's wisdom.

No matter what, since these million slaves need to be transported to a "new world", he couldn't wait to come under the cover of his subordinates.

The New World means that no one knows him, a new beginning, a new life, and a...he can still start over!
To be continued...