Cthulhu Gonfalon

As the days passed, the weather gradually warmed up.

For ordinary civilians, the hot weather is a good thing, warm, you can not wear too much clothes, but also easy to work. But for migrants, the weather is not hot. When the weather is hot, people are prone to sweating, fatigue, and illness.

Especially after the weather is hot, mosquitoes are alive and all kinds of infectious diseases will become popular. In a dense crowd, once a large-scale infectious disease breaks out, it is a disaster.

One day, Akai found Du Xiong and worriedly told him that there had been a plague outbreak in the aristocratic migration team.

The so-called plague actually refers to an infectious disease that is more communicative and has a greater harm to the human body.

Yan Xiong heard the frown and asked: "Does the plague **** come to join in the fun?"

"I haven't found his traces for a while, but he must have noticed it." Akane said, "The situation is very dangerous now. The merchant-sponsored migratory team is better. The aristocratic migratory team is almost like walking on a cliff. On the side, if you push it gently, you will fall off the bones."

"I am worried... if a plague breaks out, half of them die!"

Having said that, He is already worried.

As a **** who favors kindness and order, even though his relationship with the aristocratic group is not good, he does not want to see the innocent civilians suffer.

Even if these civilians are the foundation of the aristocratic faction, the same will be true if they die and the aristocrats will be hurt.

A great difference between good and evil, order and chaos lies in the means.

Most of the people who "can win, the means are not problems" are mostly biased towards evil and chaos. "Doing something is not necessary, it must be done" is a characteristic of kindness and order.

Yan Xiong pondered for a while and found Wo Wei.

The **** of knowledge and culture is almost the foreign minister of the grass-roots team. In this regard, Wo Wei has put forward opinions more than once. He said that he is qualified for the work of a thug or a scholar, but he is really not suitable as a diplomat.

"So who isn't you, who is it?" Yan Xiong asked, "Three nos (the **** of healing)? Akai (the **** of medicine)? Sang Barade (the **** of literature)? Or Damve Germany (the **** of agriculture)?"

Woer was said to be speechless. Compared with him, the four gods were obviously less suitable as diplomats.

Three is a saw-and-goed gourd. Don't talk about the opening all day long, even the expressions are rare. Communicating with Him is a very hard thing, and you must always pay attention to His subtle expressions so as not to fall into the dilemma of nothing to say.

Let him be a diplomat? Hehe...hehehehe...

Akane is a technical house. When he is doing research in the laboratory, he is full of energy. When he introduces theory and technology, he dances with great emotions. But when he wants to negotiate with others, he will either swear and swear, or honestly, without concealing, obviously not suitable. As a diplomat.

Sang Barade is neither silent nor introverted, but He also lacks the talents of diplomacy. He almost puts his emotions and sorrows on his face. When he talks with others, he only knows his face and knows that he is What do you want?

Such people go to diplomacy? Bia Kane is no better!

The situation in Damweed is better than them, but during this time He is concentrating on combing the power of God, in order to fully inherit the inheritance of the goddess of harvest, it is really inseparable.

Looking down in a circle, inside the Void God, it is really only Warren who is suitable as a diplomat.

He is an old river and lake, although he dare not say that the mood is not indifferent, at least there is a certain ability to observe and camouflage. And He is really idle now, taking time and energy to engage in diplomacy.

"You can help me to contact the **** of plague." Yan Xiong said, "I will meet with him about time and place, and talk about it in detail."

Woer nodded and did not ask why.

Inside the Pantheon, his incarnation stood up, and when he arrived, he was always half-sleeping and lying in his seat, just like the hibernating plague god.

"We want to meet you and talk about something." He said bluntly, "Can you take some time to show up?"

The **** of the plague seems to be asleep, but it is not. Seeing that Wo Wei came over, he was motionless on the surface, and he was actually worried. The **** of knowledge and culture is a diplomat of the emptiness of the gods, and the medical treatment of the emptiness of the gods and the treatment of the two gods are considered plagues. God's nemesis.

So when He heard the words of Worth, the first reaction was “bad”.

Fortunately, after all, He is also an old river and lake. Even though his heart is tense, his face is not revealed. Of course, it is really impossible for ordinary people to see the expression on his rotten face.

"Looking at me under the void mask?" He pretended to be just waking up, opened his eyes and sat up straight. "Is there anything?"

"No matter what, the Pantheon is not a suitable place to discuss." Wo Wei said.

The plague **** looked around and found that many gods were paying attention to themselves, especially from the front row of the Pantheon, which made him feel threatened.

He nodded and said, "You are right. This is not a good place to talk. But... I really don't think there is anything to talk about between us."

If the whole body is not entangled with blood-stained bandages, it seems that the gods who are completely festering at any time will open their hands. It seems that they don’t care to say: "You have my nemesis in your gods, I really don't want to follow. You are too close, which makes me feel insecure."

Wowman smiled indifferently: "When did you have a sense of security? Over the years, whenever you are hiding in a place that nobody knows, when did the real body appear? What's more, even if it is not safe, top It’s just a loss of an avatar. With your accumulation, is it still a rejuvenation?”

"...I am really reluctant." The plague **** shook his head. "I am different from you. There are not many believers. So every bit of my power is hard to come by, and it is necessary to save money. It is too extravagant to waste an avatar."

"We want to see you now." Wolverine smiled and reiterated. "You don't want to see him, but are you sure you can't see him?"

His smile is a bit sinister: "Or, you don't like everyone to meet and meet in peace, and want to let him take us, find you in a friendly and friendly manner, and talk in detail?"

He specifically added a few words to it, and the threat was overwhelming.

The **** of the plague sighed deeply and lowered his head, helpless.