Morrowind Royal Capital, in the war chamber deep in the palace.

This is where Winston III summoned his generals to give military orders. Since Queen Irene became seriously ill, Winston III spent his days in the temple of the royal capital praying for his wife, and this war room became the most frequent place for Duke Logan.

The war room was modest and took up most of the space by an iron round table that could seat thirty people and had a large sand table in the middle. There is a fireplace on the wall facing the main door, and a strong fire burns inside all year round to dispel the strong chill emitted by the long iron table.

Twelve pairs of exquisite armor were lined up next to the fireplace, each topped by a delicate sword. These priceless armor swords belonged to the twelve kings who had expanded the territory of Morrowind. The armor on the far right belongs to Winston III, who reclaimed the four northern cities of the Frost Dragon Territory ten years ago and drove the undead back to the north of the Frost Dragon Mountains.

The left wall is covered with bust portraits of past kings, while on the right is a map of the Lost Continent several meters square. Whether it is mountains and rivers or desert valleys, every detail is exactly the same as in reality. Prince Logan was standing next to the map at this time, looking up at the cities bordering the Zulu steppes on the west side of Morrowind's kingdom.

In order to survive the harsh winter, many orc tribes invade the land of Morrowind every autumn and plunder the western cities. However, the Great Magister and other sixth-level professionals on the Lost Continent would never interfere in disputes between multiple races, so in order to resist those steppe orcs who were born to be powerful warriors, the Morrowind Kingdom had to pay a lot of human and financial resources.

Prince Logan looked at the map and pondered for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly: "According to the previous rules! If there is a special situation, report back to me immediately!"

Behind him, a general in a steel helmet said yes, then saluted and retired, cutting past a young knight in red armor as he went out.

"Your Royal Highness!" came the confidant knight who had brought news about Lena: William Marshall.

Logan turned his gaze from the western frontier of the kingdom to the bone wasteland in the middle, and asked without looking back, "How are things going?"

William shook his head and had the courage to tell the truth: "It happened very suddenly! Princess Lena and her party went to Jinshui City three days ago to escape the sandstorm. Two days ago, the Abyss Demon Clan, led by the spies of the Demon Worship Church, raided Jinshui City. More than 20,000 civilians were killed or wounded in the city. On the same day, the Wind Weaver Stone Tablet shattered, and the Golden Water City was engulfed by the Tyrug Sandstorm that had not yet retreated! Princess Lena, she... And not dead. ”

"What?!" Prince Logan turned, the anger in his eyes making William tremble.

"What the hell is going on? We paid the price of 20,000 men, and the city of Goldwater is in ruins, but that's it, and we still haven't been able to kill Lena? What about the Lars? What the hell is he doing?"

William took a half step back, lowered his head and continued to report: "Morrowind Academy received the news of the demon invasion last night, and this morning the students who were taken out by Murray and Jason Magister to lead the experience rushed to Jinshui City, and happened to save Princess Lena. At this time, the princess has returned to the Goddess Palace!And Master Lars was found dead in Jinshui City, with his blood sucked dry, and it seems that it was the handiwork of the demons. ”

Lost, anxious, and exhausted, Logan closed his eyes tightly and let different expressions flash across his face. After a while, he opened his eyes with a light sigh: "Forget it, since it is irreparable, let's uncover this matter." Continue to send someone to keep an eye on Lena's whereabouts, and let me know as soon as you notice anything abnormal!"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness, if it is unusual, soon after the princess returns, she will have people find the High Priest Winnie of the One God Cult!"

Logan sneered: "Hmph, Erin has become that ghost, this little guy still doesn't give up, it's really stupid! What about High Priest Winnie, unless a miracle comes, everything will be in vain!"

Prince Logan's words were also uttered in the mouth of the High Priest of Winnie. She was staying in front of the huge ice block that sealed Erin's body at the moment, and looked at Lena with a look of embarrassment: "Princess Lena, unless a miracle comes, the power of magic alone can only maintain the vitality of Her Royal Highness the Queen for a short time like now! If you want to save her, I'm afraid it will ......"

Lena laughed when she heard this, "Hmph, miracles? High Priest Winnie, you say... Is this child a miracle in your mouth?" she said, walking up behind Wendy, holding her by the shoulders and leading her to High Priest Winnie.

Putting her mouth to Wendy's ear, Lena looked at the High Priest with a confident gaze: "Wendy, show this High Priest your power!"

Wendy glanced at Ronin and saw that he nodded slightly at herself, and then she folded her hands in confidence, trying to awaken the mysterious magic hidden in her soul.

"Huh? It's so familiar!" the high priest was slightly confused. She sensed a strong aura of divinity in Wendy. It makes sense to be a senior priest who has been the only god of Xinyang for decades, but how old is this little girl in front of her? Eight or nine years old at most? Could it be that ... This little girl was born as a priest, born to communicate with the divine power of heaven and earth, and if so, then it is worth cultivating. As soon as she thought about this, she expected Wendy a little more.

However, when Wendy lightly opened Sakura's lips and spit out the string of obscure mysterious spells, the high priest's brain "buzzed", and his hands trembled with excitement, and his eyes were filled with tears, completely dispelling the idea of "cultivating".

"This spell! this spell ......" The high priest felt the sacredness and refreshment of the evening breeze blowing through his body and soul, as if he had returned to the day when he first heard the voice of the One God. She remembered very well that the syllables that the only god uttered at that time were eight or nine points similar to the little girl, if not identical.

"One God! This is the voice of the One God!" the High Priest cried out excitedly, tears streaming down her cheeks, so frightened that Wendy immediately stopped chanting and hid behind Ronin.

In the eyes of the three of Lena, the glowing green light that hung over the High Priest dissipated as soon as Wendy stopped chanting, but the effect of the spell was extremely noticeable - the wrinkles in the corners of the High Priest's eyes were mostly gone, and her full head of silver hair gradually became mottled.

"Calm down, High Priest Winnie!" Lena had to reach out and grab her shoulder in order to restore calm to the only High Priest she could trust.

The High Priest's chest rose and fell violently, and his cheeks flushed with excitement: "Oh, I'm sorry, Your Highness the Princess!"

She glanced at Wendy, and saw that the angelic little girl was also peeking at her timidly, so she smiled and said, "Then can I know who this lovely little girl really is?"

Princess Lena nodded, whispering a few words in her ear. The High Priest's eyes widened when he heard the words "Immortal Soul".

She thought of her original intention of coming to the Goddess Palace, glanced at Wendy, and then at her childhood friend in the solid ice beside her, and her voice trembled slightly with excitement and anticipation: "Miracle! Miracle - it has really come!"