A few days ago.
When the ninth-level arcane dragon envelops the city of cold wind, the eyes of the absolute superiors stared at the earth, and all the creatures in the city were under pressure. There is no sorrow or joy, no surprise or fear, only the brain is blank, as if a firefly compares to the scorching sun, it is very dazed.
Except for those who are looking directly at him, from the chief wizard to the common people, all they know is that their heart is palpitating for a few seconds, as if time has stopped. A few seconds later, everything went as usual. At most, there was a rumbling sound from the west of the city, and the fortress of the Supervision Hall was blasted down.
The wizards could sense the violent fluctuations of the magic net, and the arcane arts that were being cast and operated instantly got out of control. They were instinctively fearful, but the magic net quickly calmed down. It was like a rock falling on the surface of the water, the splash was huge, but there were only a few ripples left in the blink of an eye.
The rebel forces headed by the old Allard were busy besieging the long-legged city lord's mansion, and the changes in a few seconds did not attract much attention. They would send someone to check it out a few hours later, and the reward was...
The fortress of the Supervisory Hall is in ruins, and the abyss worshiper El is missing. Victor Hugo completely ignored the warning given by the Allard family and forcibly led the team to control the west of the city, but there was no follow-up action.
"The evil gang in the Supervision Office died so quickly?" By the barricade outside the city lord's mansion, Old Allard looked towards the west of the city a few times, and only focused on Zhou Qingfeng. He occupies a house outside the mansion, where the rebellious nobles and wizards are under command.
He said he was under command, but he was arguing. Arrogant aristocratic knights, noble wizard chiefs, slick wealthy merchants, a group of people are no different from the greedy grandfathers and aunts of the vegetable market, and their faces are blushing for a little bit of profit.
In the tight siege, the Long-legged family also sent representatives. The former leader of the wizarding regiment, Elder Bank, and the captain of the city’s main guard, Exxon, both scolded the rebellion shamelessly at the table, and separated the relationship between the rebels, and made the request of the long-legged family.
After arguing for a day and night, there was no result, so the two sides played a few more games. When I couldn't move, I sat down at the negotiating table and continued to quarrel.
The difficulty of the long-legged family is that they are few in number. After the rebellion, the direct descendants who were placed outside the city either did not receive the information, or they simply did not come. Once the main body of the family loses power, there will also be internal divisions.
The old Arad side is itself divided, and even originally contradictory. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't acted as a glue to bring them together, although this rebellion would still happen, there would be more "walls and grasses" and would soon be suppressed.
After repeatedly tossing for three days, Zhou Qingfeng began to organize the excavation of the secret room under the ruins of the Supervision Hall, and once again reconnected the demobilized personnel. The two sides inside and outside the city lord's mansion were unable to fight, but there was no result yet.
Every day, as if they were going to work on time, they gathered in a house outside the city lord’s mansion at nine o'clock in the morning. They continue to personally attack, woo and divide, insult and ridicule, and they will have an indescribable relationship with women in the other family's family every three sentences.
After scolding until about eleven, everyone will truce depending on physical factors. At the same time, they agreed to have another "non-violent language art seminar" in the afternoon. Apologize.
Zhou Qingfeng supervised the work in the ruins of the Supervisory Office, and waited for a few days before the two gangs feared death and forced a quarrel. He had to drive to the venue in person, standing at the door and staring at both sides of the cheating.
As soon as the master appeared, the quarreling venue was instantly quiet.
"Noisy, keep on arguing." Zhou Qingfeng stared, "What you can't get on the battlefield, I hope to get it at the negotiating table? You have been arguing for a few days, why don't you drown your opponent?"
The venue of the negotiation was messy. Confetti, broken bottles, rotten tables and chairs, ceiling chandeliers are all slanted, and a few candles barely hang on the candlesticks, shaking them when the wind blows.
When Zhou Qingfeng came, everyone at the venue was blindfolded for a few seconds. Immediately following everyone pointed at him and cursed: "Boy, you didn't do this right now?"
That's right, if it weren't for Uncle Zhou to make trouble, the situation in Coldwind City wouldn't be so bad. He is like a combustion-supporting agent, turning a little flame into a raging flame.
Cut... .. Zhou Qingfeng sneered, looking between Old Allard and Old Bank, "If you still want to make noise, continue to make noise, I will not be with you."
"Wait." Old Allard and Old Bank shouted together. They all understand that the most important thing is how to find a suitable solution as quickly as possible.
The longer the delay, the more unavoidable the internal division of the Long-legged family, and the rebel forces may fall apart at any time. This curse must be brought into the negotiation, even if this kid is like a glass of poisonous bad wine, he has to pinch his nose and drink it at this moment.
"Your Excellency Hugo, it's better for you to draw up a negotiation plan." Old Allard thought that Zhou Qingfeng was on his side anyway. As long as his offer is not too outrageous, he accepts it.
Old Bank hated Zhou Qingfeng, but as long as the latter could put forward a'reasonable' plan, he could not consider it. After all, the long-legged family can't afford it.
Zhou Qingfeng sneered again, "The Long-legged family handed over half of the territory to the winner. The winner allowed the Long-legged family to take away the personal belongings in the city lord's mansion. This is not good. Anyway, I only need Fabro's territory. ."
This plan is simple, but Old Allard and Old Bank shouted at the same time: "This is impossible."
Let the long-legged family surrender half of the territory, it is better to let Phils Long-legged die immediately. And let the long-legged family take away all the property of the city lord's mansion, wouldn't the'rebel' do it in vain
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, turned and left.
The two gangs will continue to quarrel, but the final plan must be similar to what he proposed. He didn't want to and was unable to continue to intervene in the internal disputes of Coldwind City, grabbing Fabro's territory was already a huge gain.
The Abyssal Sacrifice El is dead, and the mystery of Imasca civilization remains unsolved. The night goddess Sha'er descended, drove the evil worm Kaiwos back to the abyss, and easily raised Zhou Qingfeng to level five.
For adventurers, every five levels is a hurdle. After stepping onto the fifth level, Zhou Qingfeng's soul turned red, and he was truly counted as the number one person. Before that, he wanted to sell his soul and it was not worth a few dollars.
Compared to the enthusiastic Anghris, Sha'er, who represents the night and shadow, is obviously more indifferent. The goddess came and went, and there was no time to talk. Zhou Qingfeng knew that he had not done all of his work to please.
On the virtual screen of the mission information, the "Goddess Trial-The Secret of Coldwind City" disappeared and replaced by the "Goddess Trial-Shadow and Frost Showdown".
Just looking at this title, Zhou Qingfeng's head is as big as a fight.
'Shadow', needless to say, refers to Sha'er, the goddess of the night.
What about'Frost'? It should be Oruel, the goddess of frost, a fickle and vain, cold-hearted weak and other divine power. She likes to freeze mortals to death in the ice and snow with the illusion of softness and comfort.
The north is bitterly cold, here is the base camp of the Frost Goddess. There are many believers in Coldwind City, and he is the largest power in the area. Asking Zhou Qingfeng to troubleshoot Goddess Frost here is simply bored.
But this task will not work.
The long-legged family is the patron of the Frost Goddess, and the city lord's mansion in Coldwind City is the church of the Frost Goddess. The Long-legged family retaliated afterwards and would never let Zhou Qingfeng go.
Leaving the negotiation venue outside the city lord's mansion, Zhou Qingfeng tightened his leather jacket.
It was the winter in the Northland, and the cold wind screamed endlessly, like the raging hatred of frost, like a blade. He exhales into fog, looking up at the sun in the sky.
In life, there are unavoidable troubles every day.