Garen sat on the stage, seemingly watching the game seriously, but actually had a very casual attitude.
Casually watching the match below, he whispered to the head of the Holy Fist Sect about the situation of the Skylark Mountain Waterfall.
"Over the Skylark Mountain, it should be this time that the first general has left the customs. Recently, we have been ordered to send in more and more nutritional supplements. No one is allowed to enter the vicinity of the waterfall without the call of the general." The gatekeeper whispered answer.
"It seems to be a critical moment." Garen nodded, "I will stay here for three days, waiting for him to leave the customs. When you send someone to deliver daily necessities, let him know."
"This is no problem." The door master Bundy nodded. This man is the nephew of the Holy Fist Palosha, who was trained by Palosha since he was a child, but even so, his aptitude is not bad, but he is still far from the realm of the Holy Fist. Now it is the level of ordinary fighters.
Bundy glanced at Garen, and asked tentatively, "Regarding the current situation in the Federation, does God have any opinions or suggestions?"
"Why did you think of asking me this question?" Garen smiled.
"I heard that General God has a good relationship with the upper echelons of the Federation, and he also holds an important position in the Federation." Bundy replied carefully.
"Oh? The news spread quickly." Garen was noncommittal.
The sound of victory and defeat came from below again. "East Branch Esafria wins!"
Garen glanced down and replied casually: "Although I have a temporary job with the Federation, I have only come into contact with a very small area. I am not very clear about these aspects."
"Just a little suggestion." Bundy looked serious. "My Nantian Shengquan Sect now has no foreign enemies, but it seems to be gradually scattered. Without external pressure, the various sects that were originally combined have the idea of separating again. If they are not careful, they may have to split again." He said. Glancing at Garen's face, he continued, "The current situation in the Federation is unstable and precarious. You haven't heard any news about the latest situation, have you?"
"What situation?" Garen became a little more serious.
"One day ago, Moshi City, the port of the Federal Special Forces, was attacked by Weisman. The Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms landed, and more than 200,000 people in Moshi City were massacred. Only more than 100 people survived because they were responsible for burying and burning the corpses." Mention this Incident, Bundy's face is also very ugly. "The federal government blocked the news, and I was the first to know about it because my disciple's family was there. Presumably, the news will reach here soon."
"More than 200,000 people were massacred?!" Garen's expression froze. "The Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms? Which Three Kingdoms?"
"Wiseman, Red Moon, and Taritaan are three empires, of which Weisman is the leader." Bundy replied heavily.
"Are you sure it's true? More than 200,000 people! Not one or two hundred people, one or two thousand people." Garen's first reaction was disbelief. "Where thousands of people died in any place now, there are overwhelming reports. More than 200,000 people died without even a splash?"
"One hundred percent sure!" Bundy nodded.
Garen narrowed his eyes, and his heart felt a little heavy. In any case, the turmoil in the federation will have a great impact on the safety of the entire White Cloud Gate, as well as the safety of family members and relatives. Although he could seek the help of Siren's people to go abroad to escape the war, but after all, he was not as at ease as his own country.
"No hurry. Let's see the reaction from above first. The Federation is not so easy to be defeated."
"I hope." Bundy fell silent and said no more.
Garen pressed his hand on the armrest, squinting his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. But obviously the atmosphere around him was not as relaxed as it was at first.
On the second day after getting the news from Bondi, Cynthia received a report from the people below, confirming the authenticity of the news. Presumably it won't take long for the news to spread throughout the Federation. After all, the disappearance of so many people is not a small number.
On the evening of the third day, qualifying also reached the middle and late stage.
Garen didn't go to watch the qualifying match, but came to a remote hall alone under the arrangement of the sect master.
The main hall seems to be a small church in the past. A bronze statue of a seven or eight meter high god is placed in the center of the dark lacquer, and quiet incense is faintly floating in the surrounding air.
When Garen entered the main hall, the disciple leading the way automatically closed the gate and left far away. He was the only one left in the empty hall.
The idol looked down at him right in front of him. It was a figure in a gray robe with a cloak whose face could not be seen clearly, and a row of upside-down spikes grew from his back. It looks hideous and primitive.
Garen stood in front of the statue without saying a word, and waited quietly for a while.
Soon, a tall and thin figure slowly turned from behind the statue. White hair and white beard, kind and peaceful face, wearing the same gray robe. It was Palosha who was still in retreat.
"Long time no see, Garen."
"It's finally out. You should have made a decision, right? Join us." Garen said flatly.
"I heard that you snatched a cipher mirror from Asgard in Baijiadi?" Palosha avoided talking about it, but asked about it instead.
"If you join, I can share it with you. Not only this, but also other information." Regarding the island of mist, the secret treasure that can interest Asgard is naturally not a simple thing. That's why Nightmare and Andreira unanimously decided to take a look. But if Palosha refuses to join them, it is naturally impossible to tell him the news.
"Isn't the pursuit of breaking the limit the only dream at our level? There is nothing to hesitate." Palosha readily agreed. As a master of this level, there is absolutely no need to play tricks, and since he agreed, there is no need to have any doubts.
Anyway, everyone is a joint interest, and when there is no interest, they will naturally disperse.
Garen directly told Palosha about this agreement, just as he also wanted to avenge his injury last time.
"Your injury is healed now?" Garen asked, "Last time we snatched the Silver Mirror from Asgard, this time we may have to face the people from Asgard, so you should be mentally prepared."
"Don't worry, even if it's not good, Xenfran will only be worse than me." Palosha replied affirmatively. "If there is something worth doing, it won't drag you down."
"Then shall we go there together?"
"No, I have to arrange some chores during this time."
"Alright. See you, Hilda."
"Well, see you, Hilda."
Garen turned and walked out of the hall, the door slowly closed.
Palosha watched him leave, until there was no sound of footsteps, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
"This guy has become stronger again, and I have prepared a big gift for you this time!!"
Leaving the main hall, Garen could clearly see that Palosha's state had stepped into the past, but he seemed more confident than before. Although I don't know what hole card this guy has prepared, but this is good. In this precarious period, the stronger the companion, the better.
After notifying the situation here, Garen carefully calculated his various affairs this time.
"There are two last things left."
He took the arranged car at night and quietly left Nantian Shengquanmen. Go to the federal capital Ocean Current City.
That's where Finistine is now, and more importantly, according to the Golden Ring's information, the supreme leader of the Golem Sect, Marshal Ulan. At this time, he had agreed to a private meeting with Garen. The two sides will formally meet in the capital, a bustling city full of dragons and snakes.
For a long time, under Garen's advocacy, Baiyunmen, Xinghuanmen, Hongshajian, and the entire southern martial arts community have unanimously carried out multiple encirclement and suppression operations against the Magic Elephant Gate.
After Garen directly killed Clark, the golem master, he snatched the immortal blood that he had just obtained.
Recently, the Star Ring Sect has also encircled and suppressed a secret stronghold of the Golem Sect with the cooperation of various intelligence sources. It can be said that in the entire southern martial arts world, there is almost no place for the Golem Sect to gain a foothold.
Originally, there was news from the Golem Gate that they hoped to have an official meeting with Garen. However, Garen refused.
Afterwards, the Baigadi Silver Mirror incident happened again. As soon as the news spread, the Golem Sect was not very active at first, but this time it immediately became more active. He contacted the Baiyunmen intelligence branch many times, hoping to formally meet with Garen.
After several times, the other party actually invited a high-ranking and powerful lieutenant general of the federation to act as a mediator. Garen then agreed to the meeting, but it could only be a private meeting. The location is set up in Yangliu City, the capital. Jinhuan mobilized heavy troops to surround and guard.
Apart from the meeting with the Golem Gate, Finistine's troubles happened to be resolved together this time.
Gallon's back page did confirm Finistine's predicament. It's nothing to be a friend and help the leader, and this matter is not a big deal to him now.
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on the plane
Under the starry sky at night, dots of blue starlight reflect on the smooth body, reflecting a gorgeous luster like a mirror.
The four-winged black military transport plane slowly moved above the clouds, and below was an endless sea of blue-black clouds.
The plane seems to be a black bird flying slowly over countless blue cotton seas, with wisps of clouds drifting around from time to time. And flew towards the full moon in the distant sky.
Garen sat in the cabin, quietly looking at the endless sea of blue and black clouds around him. Sitting in the plane at this time is like being in an infinite world with only cotton.
The sea of cotton clouds below is slowly moving back, and above is the dark night curtain, dotted with countless blue diamonds, stretching as far as the eye can see.
"Sir, your coffee." A beautiful female soldier walked up to Garen with hot coffee and put it down slowly.
"Thank you." Garen took the white porcelain coffee cup and smelled it. It wasn't a very authentic scent, but it would be nice to drink something like this on a high-altitude plane. "By the way, how long is it until the destination?"
"There is still about an hour, sir!" The female soldier replied with a serious expression standing at attention.
"Bring me some of today's paper, please."
"Please wait."
Soon another female soldier brought a large stack of newspapers and hung them all on the back of a seat hook on Garen's left side.
Garen randomly picked and flipped through it, and suddenly his hand stopped, picked up a newspaper and unfolded it.
'The military port suffered a bloody massacre! Who should pay for this? ''The navy port was attacked! Two hundred thousand casualties! '
'Wiseman Empire made a public statement: This is a war of systems, a war of reforms! '
(end of this chapter)