"Why wait?" Collier said loudly, "I was lucky enough to get a musket, I tested this weapon, this is a very magical weapon, if this weapon is given to a full-fledged magician, this mage can even withstand the charge of ten knights with it!"

"Is this possible?" said Sir Bipp, with an incredulous expression.

"Maybe it's possible!" said Sirah-Marne in a tone of uncertainty.

"I've seen mages use magical muskets, they—" Sirah-Marne stopped halfway through her words, pondering what words to use to describe them.

"You all know about magic archers, right?"

Sira Marne looked around at the crowd, "Magicians can use muskets to shoot the original close-range attack magic hundreds of meters away like magic archers, and in the past three hundred years, whether it is the Empire, the Mage Tower, or the Elven Kingdom, they have wanted to form a magic archer army, but in the end it has not been realized. ”

Speaking of this, Sira Marn looked sideways at Draxiel and said a fact in an inquiring tone: "The Ranger Force of the Elven Kingdom was established from this, right?"

"Yes, every soldier in our Ranger unit has been trained for at least twenty years, and the knowledge required is unimaginable..."Drahir seemed to recall the not very good things, and a bitter expression appeared on his face, "The complex arithmetic formula, the construction of all the wind magic, and the day after day archery training, the combination of magic and archery is definitely not so simple!"

"Let's put it this way..."Draxier looked at the swallow who was puzzled, and immediately changed his statement, "Arrows with magic are very difficult to control, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to accurately hit the target with magic arrows and activate the magic on the arrows just right." ”

"When I was studying at the Mage Tower, I chose to train as a magic archer, but in the end, I wasted years of my time. Collier smiled self-deprecatingly, "If you want to become a magic archer, you don't have to work hard, you also need the necessary talent. ”

"But muskets are different!" "Sila Marne's eyes lit up, "We can supply the mage troops with muskets and train them to be marksmen!"

"It's as simple as that to shoot a musket, and you can train a marksman casually?" Sir Bipp remained skeptical.

"Yes, if there are veterans with marching experience, the basic training only takes half a month, and then the training is three months to shoot in formation, and you can basically go to the battlefield!" Siala Marne rarely showed such an excited expression, "This is the time when the Military Staff Office combined with the recent training of the Musket Corps. ”

"Our ideas are close, Sir. Peddy didn't even look at Bipp, who was choked and couldn't speak, and took out a few papers from his desk drawer, "You can take a look at these materials...", he glanced at Draxier, "It's top secret, no one is allowed to leak the contents of it." ”

When Secretary-General Otwood handed out the documents, Pedi said, "These documents can be brought back... It's not because of the Musketeers that I've called you so early. As he spoke, he closed the halfway document and glanced at Draxiel, "Your Excellency Thranduil has sent me a letter, along with some documents that have not been made public to the public in the Elven Kingdom. ”

As he spoke, Peddy took out a document locked with a piece of ironwood from his drawer, and at his signal, Erin Fielder stretched out her finger and gently slid it across the row of pieces of ironwood, unlocking the seal.

"General Thranduil tells us that Penny may indeed have made some kind of pact with the Undead Legion. Pedy's face was calm when he said this, but the five fingers of his left hand kept tapping on the table, betraying his true mood at the moment.

Erin Phier looked down at her husband's side, watching him endure his composure, glanced at his fingers that kept swinging on the table, and couldn't help but put her hand on her husband's shoulder to comfort him.

Even through the clothes, Erin Fil could feel the stiff muscles in her husband's body, she couldn't understand her husband's current mood, and she couldn't understand it, the only thing she could do now was to comfort and help him as much as possible.

Sensing the warmth of his wife's hand, Pei Di turned his head sideways to look back at his wife, and when he saw the worry in the other party's eyes, a confident smile immediately appeared on his face to reassure him.

Seeing her husband's smile, Erin Phil suddenly wanted to cry for some reason, but she had no right to cry in this place, let alone show any weakness.

"Didn't you say that it was absolutely impossible for the Undead Legion to cooperate with the living?" Goblin Omiqi was naturally not qualified to be the first to look through the documents, so he could only ask the elf advisor Drahir beside him curiously.

"Now there is a special situation, something that I didn't expect. ”

"What kind of situation?"

"You'll see for yourself later," Draxier said, gesturing to the papers that the old orc Morinda was flipping through, turning his face to the side to indicate that he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Why don't you just say it if you know it. Omich didn't cooperate, and continued to ask, "You know, I prefer to listen to stories than to read. ”

"This is not a story!" Drahir didn't want to pay attention to Omiqi, but the last sentence of the other party had to make him turn his head, and said in a very serious tone: "If you want to read the story, you should go to the new theater in the city, not sit here." ”

"Why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry. ”

"But you're just acting angry. ”

"Why should I be angry with a goblin?"

"Are you sarcastic about the goblins?"

"No, elves don't sarcastically mock anyone. ”

"Don't the elves believe in the peace and nature of the goddess of nature, why do you get angry so easily? beware of the blessing of the goddess of nature leaving you, and you will die at once. ”

"You..."

The conversation between the two went on so fast that it seemed to end in the blink of an eye with Delahir's 'defeat'.

Their amusing conversation improved the solemn and serious atmosphere in the room, except for Drahir himself, who remained angry, the tense nerves of the others were relaxed between the two of them, and even the corners of Pedi's mouth subconsciously showed a smile.

Morinda who was flipping through the documents naturally had no way to notice their conversation, and at this moment, his whole mind was immersed in the things recorded in the documents and could not extricate himself. When he finished reading the first document, it was natural for him to pass it on to Sir Bipp, who was closest to him, and then Sir Bipp was like him...

In the silence for nearly half an hour, after reading the last document and passing it to Bipp next to him, he looked at the king who was reviewing the document and the queen beside the king, and asked with determination: "Is all this recorded on it true?"

"No one dares to judge history, but no one can deny what has happened. Drahir didn't wait for Pedi to speak, and then he hurriedly said: "All the words recorded on it have been copied and translated word by word from the historical documents we have recorded, and I can swear by my faith. ”

"I don't doubt the authenticity of this document you're providing, I'm just trying to say... It's too much to believe... I feel like I'm seeing this news as... It's as absurd as someone told me that wheat grows in the Gobi wilderness of the western continent. "After living for so many years, not long ago someone suddenly told me that the legendary gods were actually a group of madmen, and now someone told me that those madmen created evil gods that are even crazier than them." ”

Compared to the old orc's puzzlement and shock, Drahir seemed much calmer, and after hearing the old orc's words, he said: "But this is the truth, in ancient times, the primordial spirit people had unimaginable creative abilities, they could create any magic items they wanted, and they could even use those magical magic items to enter the mysterious universe. ”

"I remember that your intelligence mentioned earlier that the ancient evil god had fallen and could not reappear. Pedi gently flipped out his favorite cigar and slowly lit it as he asked, "And now, you tell me that maybe we are fighting against the same ancient evil god, and... There's a good chance my sister has made some kind of deal with this evil god!"

Drahir smiled bitterly: "This is not something I could have predicted, if it wasn't for the First General himself telling me, I would have always regarded the 'Order of Chaos' as a legend." ”

"But the question now is, what kind of impact will this legend have on this continent when it becomes true?" said Sir Bipp worriedly, "Is there any chance of victory in the battle against an evil god?"

"It's not a true God, it's just that you like to call her God. Drahir pointed to Collier, "You can think of the Order of Chaos as a magic wand in the hands of magic, a terminal device for controlling evil powers. ”

"That's why it's scary. Eileffel said softly, "Do you know what that means? This means that Ferrora herself can represent evil powers, and she has theoretically become a true immortal." She took a deep breath, "It's like a mage with infinite mental power, and at the same time, you can cast any spell you want without any magic circle!"

"It's terrible!" Cowlier's face turned ugly, and his eyes were filled with fear for the future.

"What about forbidden arts?" Baron Hannina asked subconsciously.

"Theoretically, yes!" Drahir said with a serious face, "The reason why the Quetenano continent was separated before was because there were such people who mobilized the power of the magic net, which eventually led to the division of the vast continent and the boiling of the sea, and after countless years, the boiling sea water turned into an endless whirlpool, cutting us off from the other continents. ”

"How much power does it take to separate an earth ten times larger than the Iran Continent!" "Erin Fei'er's eyes couldn't help but show a look called fear, "This is not the power that the forbidden art can describe, this is the power of 'God'. ”

"So, Cullen's Ferrola has such power?" said Hanina's deep gaze with shock.

"Theoretically... Yes!"

"And what's the point of this war?" said Sir Bipp, rubbing his hands on his knees, "even if we win in the end, Ferrora can use her power to bury her across the continent." ”

"But we have to fight this war. Drahir's tone was resolute, "I just said that it is only theoretically possible, but if you want to truly control the evil energy that destroys the entire continent, the price to pay is incalculable, and in Ferrola's current state, at most one ordinary forbidden spell can be used independently, and it will be swallowed by crazy negative energy." ”

That's all for it. Petdy took a cigar and stood up from his seat, "I don't want anything about Ferrora to be talked about anywhere in the kingdom...", he looked around, "If the secret is leaked, I'll send all of you to the eastern grasslands of Iruk to raise sheep!"

"Put that on my record. Pedy pointed to his secretary-general, Otwood, "The leak of what we talked about today is to convict these people in the room. ”

"Yes!" said Otwood, who took the errand with a blank face, and everyone on the pen that slid over his hand understood at this moment that the king's words were not a joke.

Pedy and Eileen Phil walked over to the couch where the ministers were sitting, signaling that they didn't have to stand up, and told Secretary General Otwood to get some coffee.

"It's another day...", said Peddy as he sat down, "The offensive campaign on the southern defensive line of Tyre Town is not going well, and the undead legions that were originally stationed in Tyre Town are now stationed there... At the same time, Muvet Phil in the 'Death Fortress' is also eyeing the sidelines. ”

"Maybe... The previous decision to send Sir Bowenwright north was wrong. Pedi snorted worriedly, "At this moment, the Elok Collar and the Suke Plains are even more chaotic than rat pits in the sewers. ”

"Abandoning the undead legion besieging the southern plains has indeed greatly reduced the morale of the coalition officers and soldiers. Morinda immediately said, "This is what we had expected before... Although the coalition forces have suffered a setback in their attack on the 'Southern Line', I don't think we have gained anything, at least we have made the other city-states of the Suker Plain feel our determination to take over Suke City, otherwise Her Highness Penny would have already consolidated the remnants of Tyre. ”

"The 'Southern Line' is already easy to defend and difficult to attack, and we now have less than 40,000 troops in Elok Territory, most of the other armies are the Mage Tower and the Elok Territory's local legions. Syrah Marne said pertinently: "Do you want to return to the Yekjar military port navy..."

"No!" Pedi immediately rejected the suggestion to redeploy the navy, and he glanced sideways at his wife, "My messenger should have successfully reached the Mage Tower through the teleportation array by now, and the letter I wrote to Corve-Rambo himself should have arrived in El Rok City. ”