"Rhonin?!" A councilor shouted, "Rhonin! Hasn't he killed enough of his own people? Five! Five outstanding young Morning Star Magicians died to his dangerous magic. He doesn't even have the right to wear a Magician's robe anymore! He only brings danger, not hope! "
"Even a goblin's bomb is more reliable than him!" Another councilor agreed.
Everyone knew that a goblin's bomb could explode at any time even if it was disguised as a handsome man lying in an ice cave. If it was someone from before he transmigrated, it would be the new era's' Should I Die Happy 7 '!
"Although I believe that His Excellency Marcus can suppress this maverick, aren't you afraid that he will kill His Excellency Marcus ahead of time by putting him together with our Alliance Star?" A slightly chubby member of parliament muttered.
"Yes! We can't trust him! "
"We can't let that criminal go!" The first councilor echoed.
From start to finish, only two people were silent, quietly watching the four councilors argue. Soon, they realized that the chairman and the sixth person were silent.
Suddenly, the lively atmosphere began to cool down.
"Are you done arguing?" Antonidas said leisurely, "There are only two choices in front of us. The first is to gather all the strongest Magicians in the Dalajan and Cuel Salas and kill Taranista. But I have to remind you that there is more than one ancient dragon in the Red Dragon Army. Many of them are not controlled by the orcs and are hiding. Also, what role has the Red Dragon Army played in the Tirisfal Parliament for the past thousand years? "
The four councilors did not speak.
The councilors of the Tirisfal Parliament were all from the Silver Moon Parliament and the Kirin Tor Parliament. In the past thousand years, the Tirisfal Parliament and its Guardians had maintained a very good relationship with the Red, Blue, Green, and Bronze Dragon Races in terms of protecting the world.
In a sense, the Red Dragon Army was actually one of them.
"The second is to let Duke Marcus, who originally wanted to find Alexstrasza to save his life, carry out this perfect plan that can solve all problems in one go. I understand your concern for Sir Marcus, but … since he doesn't care about Rhonin, why should we worry? Besides, I remember that we all owe Duque a favor. "
When Antonidas said this, the councilors all laughed dryly.
That's right, these guys all had a share of the dragon skin and whatnot as casting materials. Of course, a certain councilor named Krasus didn't look too happy when he accepted the bribe.
Krasus spoke, "Although Sir Marcus's name is a bit wrong, Rhonin is not an Earth Wizard, but a Morning Star. However, this small detail isn't important. What's important is whether we can come up with a better remedy to increase the success rate of this operation. "
Antonidas suddenly laughed and said, "Didn't our Deputy Commander of the Alliance always suggest that in the battle against the Horde, apart from glory, we should also give material rewards to the real heroes who killed the enemy?"
Krasus immediately understood. "The one who killed the most enemies in our alliance doesn't even have a staff."
The old but experienced chairman chuckled, "I can contribute an epic staff blueprint suitable for both Morning Star and Radiant Moon Magi. In fact, I even have a prototype that I can be proud of. "
Krasus continued, "As for the cost, that's the Alliance's problem. We might as well set the standard higher. For example, killing 1000 Orc Warriors to obtain this staff. "
"Good idea!" The other four councilors agreed.
And so, the Alliance's first epic weapon to reward heroes was born.
When Duque received the staff the next day, Duque was still a little confused. He blurted out.
"Grand Marshal's Battle Staff?!"
Krasus was taken aback. Duke had called out the staff's name in one go. After all, they had come up with the name last night in the Kirin Tor Council.
They had originally wanted to call it a Hero's Staff. However, they felt that it didn't match up to Duque's status, so they simply called it the Marshal's Staff. The warrior version was called the Marshal's Two-Handed Warblade, which was forged by the dwarves of Steel Furnace Castle.
After all, anyone who could kill a thousand Orc Warriors was definitely not a nobody.
Being promoted to a general or something was a sure thing.
The councilors didn't feel that it was an offense to any country. After all, it meant that a soldier who didn't want to be a marshal wasn't a good soldier.
Who knew that Duque would say it out loud.
Duque also realized that he had let it slip. Fortunately, he had a chance to fix it.
He pointed at the Draconic words on the staff. "This is what the Draconic words mean. Does this staff have another name?"
Krasus became embarrassed. Compared to the elven magic that humans worshipped, Krasus instinctively felt that the magic of the ancient dragon race was more authentic and original. In order to make the staff look high-end, Krasus added a paragraph of Draconic words before handing it over.
He thought that no one would understand, but who knew that Duque would say it out loud.
Krasus was surprised and pleasantly surprised. "Sir Marcus, you know Draconic words?"
"A little! A little! "
In reality, Duque didn't know sh * t! The System only translated two words for him. The truth of the matter was that the unique design of the staff had evoked the memories of a veteran player.
The entire staff was white in color.
The head of the staff was a chess-like horse's head, and on both sides of the horse's head was a pair of raised wings. There was a mysterious arcane power lingering at the tip of the staff, causing four white, mithril shaped ornaments that looked like kite shields to revolve clockwise around the staff.
Below it was a very Alliance-style ribbon, and then there was a brown handle and a translucent prismatic blue magic crystal at the end of the staff.
Back in the day, before Duque traveled to this world, he had farmed countless days and nights on the battlefield to get this cool staff!
Suddenly obtaining this magic staff, Duke actually had a kind of uncontrollable excitement.
It was full of memories!
My years!
My youth!
Ah — this reminds me of the days when I got the staff and ran towards the sunset in the wild … hunting down the horde.
Kill! Or be killed!
Honor Kills, or be killed by Honor Kills!
He still remembered the crazy days when a silly vice leader called Two Swords was killed by the horde at three in the morning while picking up girls in the game. Then, the guild mobilized 400 people to go online and fight the horde.
He still remembered …
Ahem! I digressed.
Once people traveled to another world, it was easy to recall the past.
At this time, Krasus asked, "Sir, do you have any special information about the Red Dragon Queen being captured?"
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