Chapter 1271 Extremely inconsistent
[Does he know...? ! 】
Looking directly into Lamorlock's smiling eyes, Mo Tan had such an idea for no reason.
As if he could see through people's hearts, Lamorlock immediately laughed like a spring breeze and said softly: "It is precisely because of this that I came to participate in this game that is so boring that it makes people laugh. .”
“……”
After being silent for a long time, Mo Tan sighed deeply and said helplessly: "That's really a great honor..."
"Oh?"
La Morlock raised his eyebrows in surprise and said softly: "You admit it so readily? I thought you would find a way to find an excuse to excuse yourself. We are obviously ready to cooperate with you."
< br>Mo Tan shook his head silently, and after a while he said feebly: "Should I thank you for your thoughtfulness?"
To be honest, if it were another person, no matter how difficult the other person was, Mo Tan will find a way to deal with it. He will use his brains desperately and use all means to make the other party believe that the existence of the 'Black Van Priest' has nothing to do with the victory of the Diesel delegation in the fighting competition. Even if the hope is slim, he will Will try it.
But in front of Lamorlock, he couldn't get excited at all.
The reason is very simple, that is, although they have only met each other a few times, and have never talked about any nutritious and in-depth topics, neither 'friends' nor 'colleagues' are standard enough, but Mo Tan had no reason to feel that all his arguments were meaningless in front of this man named Lamorlock.
Not to mention that Mo Tan didn’t show up at all during the team battle finals. Even if he had a perfect alibi, he still couldn’t really prove anything, because as early as the two days before the competition day, Di The tactics of the Serge delegation have already been designed.
Of course, although it is a bit reluctant to forcefully say that you have nothing to do with this matter, on the other hand, the idea of assuming that you are related to this matter is also quite one-sided, at least for most people. .
However, this 'vast majority of people' does not include the chief priest of the Dreamland Theocracy, La Morlock.
When the other party almost made it clear that he was the one who defeated 'Buddy Arthur' and secretly controlled the Diesel delegation to win, there was no longer any controversy about this issue.
In a sense, Mo Tan knew Lamorlock, although he had only heard of this name not long ago, and had never seen the man in front of him who seemed easy-going and elegant, but had a faint A man who exudes a certain uneasy aura, but he can indeed be said to understand Lamorlock.
The source of this understanding is the stacks of ‘battle examples’ obtained from Jun Wu to pass the time.
All the examples of the ‘border friction’ between the Dreamland Theocracy and the Griffin Dynasty a few months ago.
Although it was just a few ordinary stacks of parchment, when Mo Tan recalled the "invincible journey" after the lightning rise of Priest Lamoroch under his "absolute neutral" personality, what he saw was It was a shocking mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Under this man's baton, the definition of the word "war" was vividly interpreted, like a scarlet symphony of destruction, deafening on the blood-soaked sand table.
Mo Tan could not deny the correctness of Lamorlock, because no matter how he reviewed the case, he could not come up with a better solution that could surpass the latter. Not only that, he was invisibly dominated by those cases. Mo Tan, who had lost his rhythm, even came to a frightening conclusion in a trance, that is, this justified cruelty was actually the 'correct' and the only standard answer.
Admittedly, he quickly got rid of the creepy delusion, but he could not wake up from the trembling that was like a lump in his throat for a long time.
Because of this, even though Lamorlock's words and deeds after meeting in Academy City were all gentlemanly and polite, Mo Tan still couldn't have the slightest affection for this man. In fact, the more he behaved like this, the more he behaved like a gentleman. It made him feel more disgusted and uncomfortable.
Extreme physical and psychological discomfort!
And this discomfort was the basis for Mo Tan to think that he knew something about 'Lamorlock' in a certain sense.
Similarly, he has enough reason to believe that Lamorlock, who is extremely interested in him no matter how he looks at it, has at least a detailed battle report about the 'Black Van Priest', Misha County's The plague incident is not a secret. In fact, after the Holy Religion Alliance made up its mind to conceal the real operator of the Sumir Battle, the Dawn Sect immediately launched a large-scale publicity on Mo Tan's previous "glorious deeds", and even obtained the support of Skar. With the great cooperation of the Duke of Lan, the female general Paula who had collaborated in the battle in Misha County had spoken highly of the 'Black Van Priest' in public several times.
So if what Lamorlock said to him before was not polite, he would definitely have the most detailed and realistic version of the battle report on the plague incident on his desk.
Not only that...
Mo Tan even felt that the other party may have been suspecting that the scene was also publicized by the Holy Religion Alliance, but the protagonist was deliberately obscured (Jeff of the Sun Religion) The Battle of the Holy Mountain (Knight Commander Harrington did not take any credit) was also related to him. The reason was probably intuition.
Yes, it is a somewhat funny intuition, but I have to admit that although this thing is neither scientific nor magical, it does have extreme accuracy under certain circumstances.
If you are idealistic and put aside the crucial factor of logic, then the relationship between Lamorlock, who directed a large-scale war, and Mo Tan, who was forced to sit on the command seat twice, is probably true. There is some inexplicable connection.
Even if he followed logic, Mo Tan felt that as long as the other party carefully studied the two battles he was responsible for commanding, he would probably be able to discern something from the tactics used by the Diesel delegation.
After all, any successful conductor has an inevitable personal style, which is something similar to a 'label'.
In certain circumstances, this ‘label’ is even more reliable than any identification.
To sum up, after Lamorlock just bluntly identified Motan as the tactical designer of the Diesel delegation, the latter stopped trying to struggle.
"If I were really considerate, I wouldn't ask Lord Foster to find a way for you to join the [League of War]."
Lamorlock smiled mockingly, He touched the tip of his nose and said, "I hope you won't mind too much, Pastor Hei Fan. After all, we are both commanders and we are both clergy. It is really difficult for me not to face my feelings of wanting to play with you. ”
[Have a go...]
Perhaps this is true. Compared with facing those dense mutants, compared with facing those cultists with twisted personalities, in this kind of Playing a game in a comfortable environment where no one will bleed or get hurt can indeed be described as 'playing', but——
To be honest, Mo Tan didn't want to 'play' with the person in front of him in any form. There are fundamental differences between the two.
Mo Tan and Lamo Locke are people from two different worlds.
At least for the former, that is the case.
Therefore, Mo Tan and Lamo Locke should not have any intersection. In other words, they have extremely different compatibility!
At least for the former, that's the case.
But the latter obviously doesn’t think so.
In other words, it happened that he thought so too, so he tried his best to 'play' with Mo Tan in this situation.
“That’s what I said~”
Lamorlock suddenly laughed and shrugged: “If I am eliminated early, I will not be able to meet him in the following games. Pastor Hei Fan, oh my, just thinking like this makes you feel so stressed.”
Mo Tan was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "What... do you mean?"
"What do you mean?"
Lamorlock took off his monocle and used it. Wiping the hem of his robe gently, he said briskly: "It means literally. If I can't reach the top sixteen, I won't be able to meet you. To be honest, I don't really care about this kind of deduction game. I’m not very good at it, I’m really nervous.”
“Get to the top 16?”
Mo Tan ignored the second half of Lamorlock’s words and said in shock: "Isn't that right, Priest Lamorlock, you should be a special guest player like me. Captain Foster told me that the special guest player..."
"Specially invited players can start directly from the top 32, without participating in auditions or participating in the first three rounds of the main competition. Theoretically, this is true."
Lamorlock shared Ran smiled, spread his hands and said: "But there are actually only six specially invited players. If there are not enough, you can choose someone from the seed players to directly enter the top thirty-two. But if there are more, although this situation is very rare, But in this case, someone must 'condescend' to play the previous game."
Mo Tan blinked in confusion, but he had never heard Foster mention this before. The only information that Wei learned was that as a specially invited player, he could start directly from the top 32.
"Haha, that's it. Captain Foster told me that [League of War] sent out a total of three rounds of invitations this time. All six people in the first round rejected it, and the six people in the second round included Including you and me, four people refused, and three of the four people in the third round agreed."
Lamorlock smiled and winked at Mo Tan, and explained patiently: "And in the third round. Before they sent out the fourth round of invitations, I took the initiative to come to the door and said that as long as Black Van Priest could participate in the [War League], I would also accept the invitation. The result...heh, after you agreed, the number of specially invited players increased. ”
Only then did Mo Tan react, nodded and said: "I see, that's why you, the Priest Lamolock, will..."
"In fact, in Foster's words, the organizer can definitely find a way to recruit someone else. For example, that classmate Barty Arthur and so on , expanding the number of people who can directly fight from the top 32 to eight."
Lamorlock smiled, put on his monocle again, and said cheerfully: "Because. According to the rules, in the competition from thirty-two to sixteen, specially invited players They will only fight against specially invited players. Because of this, the [War League] thirty-two to sixteen is even more exciting than the finals, because there will be three fights between gods, and in the eyes of Captain Foster, even if It would be perfect if one more specially invited player enters the top 16 It's acceptable, but..."
Mo Tan frowned: "You refused?"
"Yes, after all, I have caused a lot of trouble to others, even the privileged class. There has to be a limit.”
Lamorlock shook his index finger and said calmly: "So although I'm sorry for Barty, I still asked Captain Foster for a spot in the main competition. In other words, I will advance from two hundred and fifty-six to one hundred. The twenty-eight game started, and after three rounds Only then can we be assigned together with you."
Mo Tan twitched his lips and complimented casually: "I didn't expect that Captain Foster actually agreed to start playing in the first round. I always feel it’s a bit unfair to other players.”
“For people like us to participate in the competition, it is unfair to other players.”
Lamorlock said lazily and looked around indifferently There are more and more contestants around: "But there are no rewards in this competition except for the top three, so it's not particularly unfair."
Listening to Lamorlock's tone, it is completely unimaginable. He is the same guy who just laughed and said he was 'very nervous'.
At this moment, a tyrannical wave suddenly passed through the air, and a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses suddenly appeared in the center of the venue. At the same time, everyone, including the audience, fell silent in unison. , according to Mo Tan's analysis, on the one hand it means that the game is about to start, and on the other hand it is because the extremely serious-looking uncle in the center of the field has a lot of background.
"Richard Ducasse, forty-eight years old this year, is the youngest dean in the history of [Danu Military Academy]."
Lamorlock looked at Mo Tan curiously Looking at the middle-aged man, he explained in a brisk tone: "Although his strength is only high-level, he is hailed as the strongest naval warfare expert in the entire continent. It is said that thirty years ago, he was a member of the second-line fleet of the Principality of Scaran. A sailor, but it didn’t take long for the [War of Tides] to break out in the southeastern continent. The Sea Tribe invaded on a large scale and directly destroyed two powerful empires. For a while, everyone was panicked. Soon, with the Violet Empire as the original initiator , the [East China Sea Imperial United Fleet] covering half of the continent was established."
Mo Tan nodded thoughtfully and continued: "So this Dean Richard is..."
“Starting as a sailor, it took only two short years to obtain the rank of general of the Srilanka Empire, and was appointed commander-in-chief of the [East China Sea Imperial United Fleet] before the final battle.”< br>
Lamorlock looked at the middle-aged man who looked like a full-time school dean with great approval, and sighed: "Dean Richard is undoubtedly a top chess player."
"A chess player..."
"Yes, just like us~"
Chapter 1,264: The End
(End of this chapter)