The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

The underground palace is surrounded by the sea, from the land, it is just a small black spot on the sea.

The sky was gathering clouds and it was about to rain.

The sea water in that sea area was sickly gray-blue, and the storm rolled up waves of dead white waves, hitting the black reef.

The small boat got closer, and the outline of the isolated island gradually became clear.

It was a big island with a coastline that stretched far away. The terrain of the island was gentle. The giant maple leaves were tall and tall, with pale green branches and leaves sticking out from behind the gray and white walls.

The ascetic monks put down the suspension bridge and stood on the wall, watching the small boat break through the water and approach the isolated island very quickly.

In addition to reefs, the shoals outside the island also have sudden storms.

The boat swayed in the wind for a while, and slowly approached the mooring point.

A Zerg wearing a dark green military uniform walked out of the cabin, the star on his shoulder was shining. He stood on the deck and looked at it for a while, then jumped off the boat. Three Zerg followed him and jumped down to the reef at the mooring port.

He saw Priest Yao standing in front of the suspension bridge and walked over with a wave.

Behind Priest Yao was accompanied by two female worms, they greeted those who came, Priest Yao just nodded slightly.

"My lord priest."

"Lieutenant General Soge, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

The female smiled slightly and said, "You are still the same as before, you don't like small talk."

Sog Arvo is a six-winged Zerg, born with broad shoulders and strong limbs. He is extremely handsome, tall and straight, and is the ultimate standard military female.

However, the Zerg in the gray hooded robes were shy about casting their eyes.

He turned around, the sleeves of his robe fluttered lightly, and a cold fragrance hit him. Soge was slightly dazed, and couldn't help following the priest's footsteps.

"You're too close."

"Uh... I'm very sorry, this is a habit in the army."

Priest Yao ignored the embarrassing tone of the female, those dark blue eyes were like the ocean of night, serious and indifferent, or associated with other cold words.

No matter how funny the Zerg was, they didn't dare to make trouble in front of him.

Soge followed in the footsteps of Priest Yao. It was his first time to visit the underground palace. There were no gorgeous buildings behind the walls.

The Giant Leaf Maple seems to be the master behind the high wall, occupying most of the space arbitrarily, and as far as the eye can see, there are pale green trees growing everywhere.

The small intestine path is thin and narrow, passing through the gaps between trees.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, but no Zerg swept it.

The isolated island was very quiet. The ascetic monks in gray robes lowered their heads, came and went in a hurry, rarely communicated with each other, and turned a blind eye to this foreign guest.

Walking to the end, Sog saw the above-ground palace built with black stones in the shape of a giant mouth.

Near here, there are fewer giant leaf maples.

A small square was filled with neatly cut stones around the palace, where many monks in gray robes rested.

They saluted after seeing Priest Yao.

Yao slowed down and responded one by one. Sog followed Priest Yao, passed through the pillars at the door, and walked directly into the hall.

The hall is a wide circular room, with four narrow windows in the east, west, north, south, and a door on the left and right sides. In the middle is a low table of low height with cushions laid around it.

A male in a black robe sat cross-legged in front of the short table. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he recovered from his contemplation and looked up.

It's not a stunning face, it can only be said to be pretty good-looking.

But because he seldom sees the sun, his skin is pale, his face is stern, his tea-green eyes are as quiet as a deep pool, and he silently looks at Sog.

Soge subconsciously stopped in his tracks. He looked at the eyes and bowed to salute: "Your Majesty."

"Please sit down, Lieutenant General Sog."

The male insect didn't get up, and pointed to the opposite position.

The wind gushed in through the window, the sky was muffled by thunder, and a heavy rain was inevitable.

The wind blows the maple leaves rustling, like countless silver leaves colliding with each other. After the first rain falls, the rain curtains are as dense as bead curtains, and the heavy rain follows one after another.

The attendants closed the doors and windows of the temple to prevent rain from falling in.

Losing the bright light, a miniature candle lighthouse hung in the middle of the hall, and Soge smelled the dampness of the forest and the cold fragrance from nowhere.

Yao priest.

Soge coughed lightly, covering up his wild thoughts,

The cold hall and the wind and rain outside made Sog feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Sitting opposite His Majesty, he took out the letter written by His Majesty the Emperor and handed it to His Majesty.

Evan took it, opened the envelope, and quickly browsed through it.

He put down the letter and put his hands on his knees: "Does more than two-thirds of the ministers disagree?"

Sog had a regretful smile on his face, but he didn't feel much apology in his heart. He was one of the Zerg who witnessed this discussion.

"Yes, His Majesty held a meeting to discuss it, but the final result was not satisfactory. He said that he was sorry to reject your proposal because the ministers were against it."

In fact, His Majesty just sat on a chair, touched his increasingly sparse head, and while chewing candy, decided: "This is simply ridiculous."

He didn't ask any Zerg's opinion, so he refused.

But Sog couldn't say that. He was in awe of the isolated island, and respected and revered this young sire.

The crown is extremely important to the empire.

But it has been isolated from the world for too long, Mian Xia is just an immature child.

He doesn't understand politics at all, and he doesn't understand war at all.

Ignorant peace cannot bring hope, and the Zerg will never back down from any race that dares to invade.

As for the isolated island and the ascetic monks here, they can regain their freedom when the army completely wipes out the polluted area.

Maybe it will take longer.

After all, the interests of the empire are higher than the gains and losses of individuals, and the reproduction of the entire ethnic group is higher than everything else.

Soge tried his best to smooth the edges and corners of his tone, he regarded Mianxia as a child with strong curiosity.

Eager to try, want to make a career and impress others.

But politics is not a toy for little bugs, and everything related to the empire should be cautious.

The male has a high position and heavy responsibility, but he is naive and almost stupid, and his vision is even narrower. He will not know that there is no win-win situation in the current situation, and they have long been in an endless relationship with pollutants.

Soge was sure that he could refute it until the crown was speechless, but he lowered his voice and spoke softly.

"Your Majesty said, if you need anything, you can tell me."

If Your Majesty raises some other requirements, the empire will try to satisfy them, but if you want the pollutants and the Zerg to coexist peacefully, the unhatched cubs know that this is a joke.

"I'll write another letter."

Sorge remained calm and comforted: "Your Majesty, you must know that the Zerg's hatred for pollutants is almost as long as the Zerg's history."

He fully expected that His Majesty would show disappointment or resentment because of his refusal.

But the male looked very calm, without the slightest fluctuation in his tea-green eyes.

Thunder rumbled and rain crackled.

The lightning flashed up suddenly, and then disappeared suddenly.

The male worm in a black robe stood up. He was only about 1.7 meters six, not tall, not strong, not eye-catching appearance, nor stunning temperament.

He is like this inconspicuous isolated island, except for the silence, it seems that the breath has been integrated with this place, seeing him is like seeing this island.

"Please come with me."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the door on the right.

Priest Yao got up silently and followed behind the male worm, so Sog had no choice but to stand up too.

He was drafting in his heart, thinking about how to explain it later, maybe it doesn't need a lot, a little superficial politics is enough.

His smile was still on his lips, but Thorge's smile froze completely when the male worm opened the door.

Behind the door is a dark world, with countless malicious eyeballs squirming in the room.

An eyeball as big as a grinding disc fell from the ceiling to the ground, splashing countless black eyeball tadpoles.

There was a breath stuck in Sorge's throat, the hairs all over his body stood up, fear and hatred clenched his throat, he subconsciously pulled out his weapon, and fired several shots at the pollutants.

The amount of these things can easily destroy a city.

Screams and howls rattled eardrums, foul-smelling thick liquid burst, and wriggling eyeballs wept and crawled around, refusing to leave the room.

Evan held Sog's hand/gun with a calm expression: "They will not attack you, Lieutenant General Sog, you can rest assured."

As if to confirm the male insect's words, the eyeballs were full of squirming speed, and they were pitifully crowded into a disgusting ball.

From the beginning to the end, no attack intention was shown.

Evan said: "Do you believe it? They are also intelligent creatures with their own civilization."

Soge's chest rose and fell sharply, and he could hardly recover from the suffocating scene just now.

There are too many, densely packed, filling the whole room. He has been in the army for more than 100 years, and he has never seen so many pollutants gathered at the same time.

"What the hell...what the hell is going on."

Evan closed the door without changing his face: "This is the sincerity it gave me. From today on, as long as the pollutants within its control range, it will not do anything to attack the Zerg."

Sorge's face was livid, and he looked at the male with a pale face in disbelief. He was about to say the word treason, but reason grabbed his throat and made him gasp for breath to calm himself.

I have never seen it in my life, the scene is really too terrifying and so sudden.

Sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, and Sog controlled his expression: "I need to communicate with His Majesty before I can confirm what to do next."

Evan took out the second letter that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve: "Please help me convey the above content to His Majesty Hedwell."

Sogg took the letter.

It coincided with the sound of thunder and crackling of lightning, the male insect was against the light, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow, except for that cold face, like unmelted ice and snow.

"Of course, Sissel."

Evan nodded slightly, and was about to leave. Soge held the letter, suddenly remembered, hesitated for a moment, and said.

"Your Majesty."

Evan turned his head, and Sog took out a small long box from his arms.

"Uh, this is the highest commander of the Nightmare Bird Forest, and I asked me to bring you a gift."

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