Adelet VII's ghost carriage was no different from the others, and he was not a high-ranking here, but as the host, he had to preside over the ceremony.

Yun Li didn't have much affection for this king, in her impression, his temper was very strange, extremely selfish, and fortunately, even if the orcs did not invade the Necromantic Realm, he did not cause trouble.

There are more and more skeleton soldiers in the Necronomicon Realm, and the orc corpses and orc bones used to pave the way that are transported to the major magic academies on the continent through the Guò Dark Temple are all the capital he uses to show off.

In short, the contradiction between humans and orcs stimulated, and he played a more or less driving role, if not the main cause.

At this time, the knight of Adelet walked on the temporary high platform, although it was a temporary construction, but there was no trace of simplicity at all, and the most important thing in the Necronomicon Realm was labor.

He got out of the ghost carriage and walked up step by step.

"Huh. "Yunli really wants to pull Atlas out and take care of this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky.

The high priests of the temple are all here, the representatives of the fourteen clans are also here, and there are also representatives of the four continents - the Queen of Dark Incense in the Eastern Continent, the Emperor of Windsor in the Western Continent, Xiao Heng, the head of the Xiao family in the Middle Continent, and the head of the Snow Yuan family in the Northern Continent.

No matter how powerful the Necromantic Realm is, there's no need to offend all these people, right?

Yun Li suddenly felt a little pain in her face, she didn't know that this majesty liked to be in the limelight, but there was no need to let so many important people wait for him to come up slowly, right?

What exactly is in his head?

There were cheers and cheers around, but Yunli didn't feel happy at all, and the laughter echoing in her ears made her very embarrassed, and her face was a little stiff.

"King of the Necronomic Realm, nothing more. ”

This is the most heard evaluation by Yunli.

Her gaze fell on Adelet VII again, and when he reached his place, he sat down with the help of the maid, his eyelids were a little loose because of his old age, and his eyes, which seemed to be half-open and half-closed, shone with a more energetic spirit than that of youth.

Edward looked a lot like him, and Yunli remembered that when Northmar finally exhausted his magic and aged to the extreme, he was the way he is now.

Even their eyes are exactly the same.

Yun Li suddenly had no intention of laughing at him, because he didn't get real respect, he would deliberately highlight his sense of existence at such a grand event.

After all, in the Necronomicon Realm, there will always be an Atlas pressing on his head, and at such a grand event, the person representing the Necromantic Realm is not Atlas, but him, how can he not raise his eyebrows?

Yun Li cast her Eagle Eye spell and also noticed Edward sitting in the front row, and she changed her perspective to see what he was like now.

He looked uneasy, and Atlas sat right next to him, recuperating with his eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned about the noisy surroundings.

"Negotiations on the Attachment Treaty of the Essin Snow Plains - Begin!"

Adelet's voice was very hoarse, not at all as sharp as his eyes, and he knew that he had delayed this group of people too much, so he simply stopped talking nonsense, just said a word.

He is the king, but here, it will never be his battlefield, he is just a small participant, and the outcome of the negotiation is almost the choice of the six major unions of the seven temples, almost overwhelming.

Lunch has always been a foolish guy, he is always on the edge of black, white and gray, white can be said to be gray, gray can be said to be black.

He never lies, but he always makes people misunderstand, even if he finds him to confront him afterwards, he can get through it perfectly.

Adelet VII had long since lost faith in such a man—at least, he could not match Runch in terms of demagogy and prestige.

With a wave of Adelet's hand, several wrestlers under the high platform began to beat the drum, a ritual left over from ancient times, which blessed magic and could travel far and wide.

The rapid drum beat, the deafening drum beat, made the entire central square eerily quiet.

Although this negotiation was very urgent, it was also highly valued by all races, and even the farthest, the Goblin Kingdom of the South Seas, sent representatives to rush here.

Presiding over the negotiation was the high priest of the Temple of Light, who briefly reviewed the background and main content of the signing of the Esin Snow Treaty, and finally, his eyes fell on Lunch: "The Esin Snow Treaty has maintained peace on the continent for tens of thousands of years, and several subsidiary treaties have been added, Lench, what are you dissatisfied with?"

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and it almost froze people into ice.

Yun Li's gaze finally fell on Lunchi, he was much stronger than he looked on Dragon God Island, but he didn't have that bulging muscles, and he was dressed in purple, which gave people the illusion that he was a very gentleman.

His seemingly inconspicuous purple clothes are actually the natural defensive armor of the Amethyst Beamon Behemoth, if Lunqi falls into her hands in this life, she will definitely not let him go again, and it is not bad to pick up his scale armor.

Lunch's dark purple hair was casually draped, and he stood up: "Respected High Priest of the Temple of Light, I have never been dissatisfied with the contract, but the climate north of the snow field is too harsh, it is difficult to grow food, the snow is thick, and digging ice to get fish cannot meet the needs of survival, and I have worked very hard to prevent the tribe from going south, but the border is too long, I really can't prevent it......"

Yunli admired Lunchi's strength more and more with his eyes open and telling nonsense.

Every year, the orcs starve to death, and they even choose to kill each other, and the lowest sheepmen, cattle, and horsemen will always be reduced to food for the higher orcs.

However, if the orcs went south, how could they have the courage to do so without the permission of the orc prophet!

Sure enough, before Runch's words were finished, the patriarch of the Snow Plains family, Rui Yukihara, stood up, although she looked very old, she was definitely stronger than Adelet VII.

"Lunchi, you don't talk nonsense here with your eyes open!" Xue Yuan Rui's upbringing has always been very good, at this moment, she really can't stand Lunchi's hypocritical face, "The orc race is so reproductive, if you don't solve the food problem, how did the orc race survive for tens of thousands of years? Every year, under the defense tower, how many orcs will fall! No matter how strong the orc race is, it also needs food to grow up, how many people do you dare to say about the population of the orc race? You're pretending to be pitiful to anyone now!"

Yunli's heart sank, and it was broken.

Yukihara is not at all like Lunch, who knows how to make herself right in a negotiation, and all she wants to say is the truth, the facts that many people have not thought about at all.

The orcs live in such a harsh environment, why can they survive? And humans, from the Weill tundra to the Aishin snowfield, have never grown food, which is something that humans have never wanted to admit.

The people of the Wood Temple could grow food on the land covered with ice shard, but that required magic, and many people were reluctant to admit it - Runch's wisdom had taught the orcs to grow food on the frozen ground.

And they can't!At least, they can't do it at a cost that the orcs can afford!(To be continued.) )