Chapter 383

Angry loa wanted to lift the negotiation table directly, but she didn't do it - joking, angry to anger, lifting the table still can't be done.

Although tribes often have brain attacks, the alliance is still rational and can solve problems through negotiation. No matter humans, dwarfs or dwarfs want to use force.

Especially when the dwarfs were about to strike three in one, and the dwarf city was in a mess, Luo Ya tried to restrain it, although she was not happy.

"Damn it, your fortress is only 40 kilometers away from our nearest settlement!"

"So it is no longer in your territory."

"According to the original pioneering act of the alliance, 50 kilometers is the radiation range of the settlement. No more settlement construction is allowed!"

"That's the bill of your union, not the tribes."

"But at the meeting after the natural disaster war, Sal himself promised to respect each other!"

"Our tribe has never had any radiation range. Just ignore this fortress and respect each other."

Not to mention the furious loa, gromash and red, who are holding statues on one side, are almost stunned!

Is this Shulu of the blood ring clan? What as like as two peas in the negotiating table?

Methodical, logical and cheeky Shulu fully demonstrates the qualities a negotiator should have.

However, this cunning guy is actually a soldier. Can you believe it?!

Toshulu's blessing, the negotiation has entered an absolute deadlock.

However, changes always happen when you don't want to.

After all, it's not Shulu who gets insight, but the dagger in his waist, salatas, the blade of the dark empire.

By chance, at the end of the meeting, Luo Ya felt an unusual breath from the dagger on Shulu's waist - just as hopeless and powerless as she had faced a leper Dwarf for the first time in nomoregan.

This time, loa stopped trying to be brave and told gerpin.

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Just as Loya was at the table with the orcs spouting water, gerpin had already cleaned up most of the nomoregans with the help of the dwarves who were rushing in - although the radiation levels were still higher, at least the gargoyles and leprosy dwarfs had been cleared.

At this time, semaprag had a premonition of his failure, and he was shrinking his strength and trying to resist.

On the east side of nomoregen, serma Prager activated the emergency broadcast, and then began to openly clamor that if gerbin insisted on attacking, he would detonate all the explosives accumulated here and let him be buried with him!

It's really tricky!

Poor gerbin, the great craftsman felt that the Mediterranean Sea on his head seemed to be bigger.

However, there was no way out. Still not giving up, serma Prager put forward his own bet on the emergency broadcast - to fight with gerbin, who won, and gerbin let him go; when gerbin won, serma Prager was arrested.

All let the fist (Ji) head (Xie) be the referee.

"Fair and reasonable." After hearing the news, gerbin pushed the lens on the bridge of his nose. "It's very good. At the beginning, my credulity caused the disaster of nomoregen. Now it's all up to me. It's just right."

The battle took place in the largest experimental field in nomoregen.

For the fight, thermaprag made herself a new combat suit - a very agile device. With the steam whizzing, the machine, the size of an adult human, climbed over layers of obstacles.

It's made of a lot of decorative malleable metal welded together. It's exactly like the gorgeous armor that humans show to the public at the parade - the only difference is that Cisco's wrinkled little forehead is exposed above the neck. In just a few days, the crazy dwarf seemed to be too old to recognize his old friend. His withered cheek, a few clusters of gray and sparse hair were disordered into a chicken coop, and the sickly dark and pale green of his face clearly showed the radiation and insanity he had suffered.

Semaprag mistook the pity on gilbin's face for appreciation. He turned excitedly around the spot and then made an exaggerated bow.

"Amazing machinery, isn't it? You know, I've tried it out with a more practical prototype on the battlefield. It turned out to be too heavy And it's explosive. The suit is much more stable. More in line with my identity. "

"Who are you?"

"Of course. Only the king of dwarfs is worthy to be equal to the rest of the rulers of the continent. A loser like you won't understand. "

"King of dwarfs?" Gerbin frowned: "so you give up the election completely? It's a bit self-conscious. After all, it's a bit grudging for voters to vote for a guy who is not even a dwarf. "

Serma Prager seemed to pause for a second, then hissed.The great craftsman is not sure that the sound comes from the steam engine boiling in the belly of the combat suit. Or was it the usurper himself - but in any case, the noise matched the anger on the face of serma Prager.

"I think the long days of being a dwarf follower make your brain a little confused! Not a dwarf? I'm a dwarf ten times better than you! When you're going to have a good time with your "talent" which is not accurate, people like me have to work hard to win recognition. "

"Who spent so many weeks designing the trajectory of your siege tank? I've turned your clumsy iron lump into a mobile turret to make it shine in the natural disaster war, and have I ever received a little thanks? "

"Cisco - Cisco semaprag." "You used to be one of the smartest dwarfs in damorro, and you seem to forget that I never grudged my thanks to you! You have a lot of ideas that are quite creative, even genius. But you've been too careless. Most of the time, you only rely on vague estimates to make assertions, maintenance and improvement are also careless, like a goblin. I sent you to design the cannon in the hope that you can grow a little bit with this mission, but your calculated trajectory will make my siege tank explode when it is loaded. It took me hours to redo your part before I sent them to Ironforge

"What? lie! If I make such water, why say I designed the cannon? "

"Because," said gerbin, "you are my friend."

Cisco semaprag stepped back and widened his eyes.

For a moment, serma Prager's expression softened, as if she had changed back to the young and energetic young man, the former companion of gerbin, the dwarf who had graduated with his help. At that time, it was gerbin who let this friend into his foundry, and after he became a great craftsman, he was promoted to a prominent position in the craftsman's court. At that time, he behaved badly and made mistakes constantly

But what about that.

Serma Prager narrowed his eyes, no ambition dwarf lack of motivation to move forward, what kind of dwarf light, he is the real future of dwarf.

Everything, let the fist speak!

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