.The butterflies that travel through time and space, everyone’s worries (continued)

Ten worries of each person (continued)

"No matter how many times I came to Yinzhi City, this damn cage is always so annoying. It's noisy and hot. The air is quite turbid."

Under this sky made of overhanging buildings, Okas wrinkled, muttering and summed up. "Mr. Samust, why not build the headquarters in the ladies' area? Although the square sky looks just as frustrating, it can be at least quieter. And the smell is not that bad. Especially good for the asthma that has troubled you all year round."

The so-called ladies' area means the pain ladies' area.

Of course, the painful lady named the city lord was always elusive and had no signs of history. There were no palaces there. However, most of the key institutions such as the barracks, courts, prisons, military depots, temples, etc., were set up here. Most of the rich people in the city also built villas in this area.

Therefore, the area and security of the Ladies' Area are the most ideal in the city. However, for the sake of convenience in conducting business and covering up certain prohibited activities, Styx|| did not place the headquarters and vault there. Instead, it chose the market area with the largest flow of people. Then it set up layers of magical secret locks and permanent fortifications to make the headquarters' power comparable to that of micro fortresses.

"Ahem. Dear His Majesty the Dead King. This time I made a special trip to the Seal. Could it be to suggest that I move to the bank group headquarters? Then I am really flattered!"

Samust, who was sitting behind writing, coughed a few times. He put down the financial statements he was reading in his hand. He raised his gaze slightly. He glanced at Okas on the board opposite and said lightly. "If you have any advice, please tell me directly here. Guys with status like you and me should be very expensive. They don't have time to waste their chatting!"

"It is of course important to discuss when you come to Yinzhi City to discuss." Okas rolled his eyelids. "But before..."

He looked up at the luxurious silver-inlaid redwood backrest chair where Samas was sitting. He looked down at the straw cushion under his **. He pouted with displeasure. He looked at the owner of the house at a pure 4-degree angle. "Tsk tsk. I was holding my legs in the high chair, but letting the guests sit on the board... Is this your Samus' hospitality method? Or do you think you are qualified to give orders to me?"

Hearing such a serious condemnation and attack Samat couldn't breathe in a breath. He was covered with his mouth and coughed violently for a while. He finally took his reason back from the frustrated body's forward bend. He slowly showed a helpless bitter smile on the corner of his lips.

"Well. Dear Your Majesty the Undead King. It's not me who said you. But you really need to lose weight as soon as possible now... Where should I go to find a chair that can bear your weight? Even if I find such a thing that is so strong that it can be used as a bridge pier, I'm afraid I won't dare to use it for you in the room - if the legs of this chair are not good, it will poke a hole in the pine board below!"

Indeed, just like Glazt is famous for his six-finger deformed palms. The undead king Okas has always been known for his obesity, so he has a nickname called "Opang". From the appearance, this guy is basically a small meat mountain that can fill the entire carriage, and is covered with ugly rough hair. Then, the top of the compost meat has an ugly head like a sheep, and four short limbs that look almost decorative. The disgusting feeling is higher than the fear. For an evil big devil, it cannot be said that it is a major failure in image construction.

Since the limbs cannot bear the weight of such a perfect elephant, Okas is generally used to using instant movement instead of walking. But the problem is that teleportation spells have very strict requirements for the positioning of the purpose. They can still make do with familiar places. If they arrive at an unfamiliar and unfamiliar place... Samust continued to smile bitterly and raised his head. Looking at the ceiling, a cave that had just been smashed out by the "Opang" brand meat bullets from the sky. I felt very uncomfortable - fortunately, it was not teleported into the fireplace, otherwise the Undead King would be honorably upgraded to the "Opang" brand barbecue balls.

Fortunately, Mr. O'Pang knew a little bit. After glaring at Samust, he explained the purpose of the trip. "...First, the zombie transmission operation in Cusco was indeed very successful. But I had already developed a new source of infection that could keep zombies active for six months. I wonder why Mr. Samust insisted on using the old model that lasted only four or five days. Instead, he threw the new medicine into the garbage dump? Secondly, you wrote to me that I would do anything to attack the Duanyu Town controlled by the red shroud on the Wanyuan Plain as soon as possible. But I didn't explain the original - the abyss level I ruled was relatively low. It is not an easy task to transport the large army and its supply baggage to Wanyuan Plain on the first floor of the abyss. If the benefits are not generous enough, it is absolutely not worth it... What do you want to do?"

"Uh... I didn't send you the letter of explanation?" Sammaster first raised his eyebrows with confusion. After answering with affirmative answer, he patted his forehead as if he was suddenly enlightened. "Oh. By the way, I just changed the clerk recently and sent that boy Akelinn to Endless Wasteland

The Tukan tribe, and the substitute didn't come here yet. As a result, I had to do everything myself. There were some omissions..."

He muttered while rumbling. He was rummaging on the messy desks piled with scrolls and books. Then he found nothing unexpectedly. "I'll tell you directly." Samust sighed and shrugged indifferently. "For the first question... do you think that the Inca army under Tecumse will take risks through the Grand Canyon and march into the tropical rainforest on the plains when the corpse frenzy is raging for six months in a row?"

"I'm afraid not." Okas shook his head and replied. "According to my information, the Sun Goddess suddenly fell into a long sleep. The Incas' spell abilities and number of spellcasters have declined significantly. It is impossible to ensure the safe passage of the army in the zombie activity area. It is even said that the supply line is maintained."

"That's right. When encountering such a situation, he probably can only organize the blockade of the isolation zone. At least before the zombie disaster is over, all military operations must be stopped." Samust nodded slightly and coughed softly. The Elf Kingdom has reached a breathing opportunity for at least half a year. It can take the opportunity to calm down civil strife, collect troops, and restore defense lines... When all the zombies fall down, the two sides are still in a balanced situation of confrontation near Cusco. It is completely inconsistent with our expected strategic intention of "strong becomes weaker, weak becomes stronger and let both sides of the warring side shed the last drop of blood."

"So what?" Occas slightly raised his thick neck and yelled with his throat. "From the brilliant results of this mourning, as long as you take the same action a few more times, there will be few living people in that continent! How can you still make trouble for things like this?"

"It can't be done. It can't be done at all." Samust shook his head repeatedly after hearing this. "Dear His Majesty the Undead King. The power of zombies is not as great as you think. A legendary magic technique is enough to remove all zombies within a radius of 100 miles. A team equipped with holy mercury weapons and combat priests can also come and go freely among groups of zombies. The key to the destruction of the Elf Army in Cusco is that they have completely destroyed the order and discipline by internal struggles and have entered a crazy killing. There are also assassins and snipers from the Night Church who destroyed their grassroots command system to create a panic atmosphere... If the opponent is an army under normal conditions, these zombies will not play any role at all. They will be shot into a hornet's nest first and then let the holy light go to ashes!"

"More importantly, although Temusé is definitely not a mediocre person, but he is just a mortal after all. The Sun Girl who once supported him behind his back has now failed. Even if he took the hegemony of the Mazka continent, he did not have the ability to compete with us in the field of faith. He may even cooperate with us in order to stabilize the secular royal power."

"On the contrary, if the Elf Kingdom continues to maintain its hegemony on the Maz Continent, then after all my arrangements are launched together, even if there is a way to completely eliminate the armed forces of the Elf Colonial Government, we should run to the Kingdom of Avando. We will fight with so many elves? Is it you? Or me?" Samust looked down at Okas, and then quickly looked away. "I guess a photo will be burned to ashes!"

"Well, in addition, there is really a way to turn this continent into a zombie country. It will definitely not be in line with your and my actual interests." He paused and concluded. "My bank group of Styx needs more subordinates who can be used to do things and work hard, and slave workers who create wealth for us. Instead of short-lived monsters who only think about eating people and biting people. As for your Majesty, you... a group of zombies with no wisdom. Can you hold sacrificial celebrations and provide you with the power of faith in living sacrifices?"

"In other words, do you want to use the Inca hand to dig out the meat from the Elf Kingdom first?" Okas nodded slightly and then narrowed his turbid little eyes. "During this process, he tried every means to hide the six-finger deformed child to prevent him from muddying the water?"

"Ahem. That's right. After all, Glazt has put a lot of effort into the Maz continent and regards the progress here as the last straw to save lives. Although the magic goddess Mistera sent her voters and army, she has no intention or power to become the master of faith in this land. It will not pose too much threat for the time being."

Sa’s characteristics are a bit characteristic. This statement expresses recognition.

"As for now, although Glazt's highest person in charge in the Mazka continent, that General Okai has defected to us, there are still quite a few strong men who don't listen to this guy's orders at all. It's a headache...

So, I need you to attack the Duanyu Town as soon as possible. Block this convenient path connecting the infinite abyss and the main material plane. Prevent him from sending more power to reinforce and completely cut off Glazt's black hand!"
Chapter completed!