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"Look, he's moved, he should have recovered!" The exclamation of the lead priest lifted the spirits of the mermaid bishop and all the priests present.

"That crazy woman, oh my head..."The dizziness had not completely disappeared, He Lilan shook his head and asked the lead priest on the side: "That, how long has it been?" ”

The moment he saw He Lilan turn his head, the priest's expression instantly became extremely dull.

"Huh? What are you looking at me for? He Lilan's question was not answered, and he looked at the leading priest suspiciously.

The leading priest suddenly came back to his senses, and he knelt down in a hurry: "Congratulations to Lord Shenzi for obtaining the inheritance of His Highness the Sea God!" ”

"Huh? What the? ”

"Miko-sama, please look!" The merfolk bishop took a mirror with a complicated expression.

He Lilan looked at herself in the mirror and froze instantly. In the mirror, the dark and brown color in his eyes has completely disappeared, and in its place is the blue iris, the color of the sea!

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This is a treacherous place called the Dark Valley in the far west of Aceville. Although the Dark Valley is not as good as the Five Great Jedi like the Blood Mist Basin, the mouth of the valley has been filled with poisonous fog for many years, and the valley is rampant with fierce beasts and poisonous insects, and the environment of the entire valley is also extremely dangerous. However, in such an extreme place, a newly established city is like a nail, firmly nailed to the heart of the valley!

In the gloomy palace hall, a black-winged girl was sitting on the supreme throne reviewing the work of her subordinates, and under her seat, a dozen or so remaining Wing nobles stood tremblingly with their hands down. If Kester was here, he would have been surprised, because his good sister Sheila seemed to be a different person at this moment, and her whole body was covered with a dark aura.

"Your Majesty, the construction of the Dark City is nearing completion, in the process of building the city, a total of more than 5,000 people have died from the attacks of demonic beasts or snakes and insects, 3,000 people have died from miasma and plague, and there are still about 290,000 people of the Wing Clan in the Dark City." A dark shadow hidden in the shadows whispered.

"Dagger, you're doing a great job!" Shera's voice was a little gloomy. The death of more than 8,000 winged clans seemed to have failed to move her heart in the slightest, and Shera on the throne did not raise her head, but no one in the audience dared to raise the slightest objection. Because, all the nobles of the Wing Clan who have questioned Shera have turned into a miserable corpse. And at this moment, the number two person in the Wing Clan except for Shera, the leader of the Wing Clan assassins, Modi, is the unreserved supporter of the Queen of the Wing Clan!

"Only centralization can maintain the highest efficiency in extreme moments!" That's what Shera said when she killed those rioting nobles.

An armored commander walked in from outside the hall and knelt down on one knee and reported, "Your Majesty, the construction of the Undercity has begun. Although our captured dwarven craftsmen have put in the work, the efficiency is not optimistic..."

"Slacker, kill!" Xuela's word "kill" was extremely heavy, and almost all the Wing nobles present trembled with Xuela's tone, obviously terrified of the new Majesty the Queen.

"But we've only captured this group of dwarven artisans, and every death is a great loss...", the Armor Commander retorted despite the pressure of Shera, "If we kill too much, we won't have any craftsmen when we need them in the future..."

Before the Commander could finish his sentence, he flew up into the air and flew to the throne, his throat already choked by Sheila in some unknown way.

"I said it, slacker, kill!" A terrifying black aura erupted from Shera's body, and the Commander's face suddenly turned pale.

Just when the commander thought that he was going to die in a daze, Shera shook his hand around his neck and threw him out: "Only this once, not for example!" ”

The commander fell heavily to the ground, and after the ghost door was closed and walked around, he no longer dared to slack off, but immediately got up, knelt down on one knee and said "Thank you for the grace of the queen not to kill", and left the hall in fear.

"Your Majesty, there is a messenger asking to see you." There was a report from the darkness, apparently another Winged Assassin.

"Ask what you mean, and then slaughter it!" Sheila didn't look back.

"This messenger is very special...", the voice in the darkness hesitated.

"People of the six clans, don't even think of leaving the Dark City alive!" Sheila said categorically.

"He's not from the Six Clans, he's a... Orcs! ”

"Huh? Orcs? Sheila smiled: "Interesting, bring it!" ”

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Orcs are a special race in Acewell. Ten thousand years ago, the Orcs used to spread all over Eswell, and their scale was not inferior to any of the Seven Ancient Clans at that time. However, unlike the Ancient Seven Clans, the Beast Clan is extremely chaotic internally, and unlike the Ancient Seven Clans, a unified regime controls the power of the Clan.

The beasts are usually scattered in tribes, and the tribes do not have much connection with each other, and there are even various contradictions between many tribes. It is precisely because of this that although the single combat power of the beast tribe far exceeds that of the ancient seven races, they have never been listed as a race that threatens their status by the seven races, but have been reduced to the point of being similar to goblins.

The Orcs of ancient times were the most popular mercenaries in Eswell, they were inexpensive and hard-working. But just 8,000 years ago, things changed dramatically.

Eight thousand years ago, there was a powerful chieftain of the Orcs. It was a genius minotaur warrior named Thorin, who was not only one of the few possessors of Chaos talent in Eswell, but also in no way inferior in intelligence to any sage in the past and present, and more terrifyingly, he had great ambitions that would make the world look away.

Backed by his own demigod strength, supplemented by war and politics, it only took a little over a decade for Thorin to unify the orcs. But the legendary warrior was not content to stop there, and under his leadership, the power of the orcs expanded wildly.

The Terrans, Elves and Giants, who are also terrestrial races, formed an alliance under the oppression of the Orc army, but to the surprise of the world, the elite Minotaur warriors won three battles and three victories, killing seven or eight hundred thousand people in a row, and beating the coalition army to the point of losing their armor.

The Orcs were not invincible after all, and while they were trying to touch the seas and skies, the Winged Bloods and SeaClans were finally forced to join the warband. The six clans are not the opponents of the beast clan in singles, but the combined forces of the sea, land and air forces are not comparable to those alone. Thorin's ambitions were eventually shattered in a war of tens of millions, and he himself was killed by two other demigods of Eswell.

Although the final battle was won, the alliance of the six clans lost more than forty percent of its strength, and the two demigods who joined forces were also not lightly injured, one of them fell out of the demigod realm after three days due to serious injuries, and was reduced to an ordinary holy order.

After this battle, the orcs collapsed, and the seven tribes also began to frantically suppress this terrible scourge, and the ancient and powerful race of the orcs that once plagued the entire Eswell, almost disappeared, and only occasionally found their traces in a few slave markets.

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An orc warrior who didn't seem to be strong was escorted to the palace, it was a werewolf, his eyes flashing green under his black hair.

"Despicable beast slave, Her Majesty is above, don't kneel down yet!" The messenger escorting the werewolf arrived.

The werewolf bared his teeth fiercely: "Orcs will never be slaves!" No one can force me to kneel, not even the Great Father! Although he also spoke the lingua franca of Eswell, his words were not clear, which made people feel like a beast roaring.

"Bold Beast Slave!"

"That's it! Don't treat our guests like this, untie the rope. Sheila finally put down the copy in her hand, and she examined the orc in front of her with interest: "Say, orc, tell me what you mean." ”

The werewolf glanced around with his green eyes: "I can only tell Her Majesty the purpose of coming!" ”

The nobles of the Wing Clan on the side were furious: "How can this be reasonable, it seems that I won't give you some color to see..."

"All of you go down!" Sheila waved her hand.

"But—" A fast-talking nobleman had just come out with two words, and suddenly his heart was suddenly shocked.

"Huh?!" Shera glanced coldly at the nobleman just now.

"Yes, obey..."The nobleman who was going to stop Sheila broke out in a cold sweat, and this time he fled from the palace as if he were flying with his head.

After holding back from the left and right, Shera stared into the werewolf's eyes and said word by word, "Say, if your intentions don't satisfy me, I swear you'll regret coming to the Undercity!" ”

The werewolf probably didn't know Sheila's reputation, but he wasn't intimidated. However, he was obviously a dedicated emissary, and after sniffing vigorously and finding no eavesdropper, the werewolf emissary said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Queen of the Wing Clan, I have brought the friendship of the Green Wolf Tribe, our patriarch Ghost Wolf is a far-sighted wise man, and he hopes to form an alliance with you to fight against the Six Clans. ”

Sheila's voice was a little cold: "Although I'm surprised that you can find us, but... It's just a small tribe, why are you allied with our Wing Clan! "Indeed, even if the vitality of the Wing Clan is greatly damaged, how can a little-known beast tribe afford to climb high?

The werewolf laughed too, but his laughter had a hint of bloodlust: "Just because we have a common enemy!" Although the Winged Clan has also been involved in the war against our orcs, the sage Thorin said, 'There are no eternal enemies, only the interests of change', and now that we have a common goal, why can't we join forces? ”

Listening to the werewolf's persuasion, Sheila laughed, but she immediately raised her hand and threw a pitch-black fireball at the werewolf messenger! With a "bang", the fireball burst open, and the black flames engulfed the werewolf in an instant.

"Hmph, forming an alliance also requires sufficient strength. It's up to you? Not qualified! Sheila sneered.

But an unexpected scene appeared, the black flame actually slowly retracted, and gradually turned into a flame spear! The werewolf messenger stood unscathed and howled, "Really? And now? ”

"Oh? Yes, that's good..."Shera smiled again, but this time from the bottom of her heart, "Even if it's just you, your tribe is eligible to form an alliance with my Wing Clan!" ”

"Good! That's my turn! The werewolf grinned and threw the black fire spear at Xuera!

"It's cheaper for me to test me with my stuff." Shira leaped from her throne and clasped her hands together to grasp the flame spear. Without seeing her make any moves, the black flames gradually extinguished, leaving only a small amount of black ash.

"Well, then, I wish us all the best in our alliance!" The werewolf messenger smiled sincerely, his expression so natural, as if the dangerous scene just now had never appeared. This is the rule of the dark world, everything is based on strength, and if you are not careful, the weak side will be eaten to the ground.

"Haha, welcome our allies!" Snow stretched out her right hand and walked towards the werewolf.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your hospitality, and the Green Wolf Tribe thanks you for your generosity!" The werewolf also stretched out his hand, and the hands of the two were firmly clasped together!

"By the way, there's another question."

"Oh? Your Majesty, please speak! ”

"A strong man like you can never be just an ordinary messenger in your tribe, tell me your name."

"Noah Wolves, Wolf Clan Chief."