"Your Majesty, then I'll go first. ”

"Have a nice trip. ”

Yafanka departed on the ship she had come, and the emaciated tiger girl was to return to the Southern Continent with her promise to her teacher, and in accordance with her teacher's wishes, she handed over her body, staff, and sword to the Poseidon Pope.

There have been many disagreements within the orcs, especially the military, but the Council of the Thirteen Clans, which has already replaced most of the people, is eager for Brandy not to come back, and it is better to throw the body into the sea.

He has been overwhelming the orcs for ten years by himself, which is an extremely shameful and absurd thing for the new generation of orc upper class, but it has to be accepted.

Butterfly took Brandy's body for a long time at sea, and also followed the route of the Tiger Shark to the southern continent.

Eventually, Butterfly, who did not find Brandy's soul, returned to Nalok Island, where the entire archipelago was the headquarters of the new Poseidon Church, and the entire archipelago was the territory of the Church.

Brandy's tomb is behind the island of Narodok, and Butterfly buries the crow feather and the sword engraved with the royal seal of Honoris into the tomb as his last companion.

The badly worn wooden staff was left by her side, and at some point, the church staff on the island suddenly discovered that the Pope had actually begun to lift the wooden staff.

After that, Butterfly spends most of her time in the Poseidon Temple on Narok Island, sometimes not coming out for days and nights, and occasionally going out to sea is only to go around the stormy sea.

In the winter of the second year after Brandi's death, Dunn, the second Speaker of Parliament in the United Kingdom, died in a hospital room in the early hours of the morning.

Before he died, Bishop Winston of the Church of the God of Wisdom was by his side, and as a former classmate and later a fellow believer, Winston also tried his best to prolong Dunn's life, but even Dinah's natural magic did not help.

"Winston, I have something I want to ask you. ”

"I'm the same age as you, and I don't have much time left. ”

"But Dinah is still young. ”

"You don't open a pot. ”

"Huh...... Lord Ferranche is dead, Ferrante is dead, Brandi is dead, we old guys will be the same result sooner or later, Winston, if everything goes well, the next Speaker should be my student, he will stand up to my opinion, the kingdom will always be open to communication with orcs for about a hundred years, but the military aspect cannot be left behind. ”

Winston smiled, "Aren't you all arranged?"

The reason why I strongly support the establishment of the Church of the God of Wisdom is not only that the kingdom is indeed inseparable from the development of knowledge, but also that after my death, the church can give back to the nation. ”

"The human heart is the most complicated, we must not only be vigilant against the orcs starting another war while opening up, but also curb the momentum of our own war, there are no such people in the kingdom. ”

Speaking of this, Dunn sighed: "The North Continent has been in chaos for decades, let the people rest and rest, this is a single-plank bridge, it is crooked, and someone is going to bleed again, cough cough ......"

"I see, that's ......"

"No need. Dunn shook his head, "Don't bother the Kraken, I've never dared to drink his potions." ”

......

In the palace of the Solan Empire, Sost stretched out his hand to pick up the snowflakes falling from the sky, and said to the minister beside him:

"Send a mission to the United Kingdom to offer condolences, in addition to the status of the Empire, and to send condolences in my own name. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"By the way, when will the Elven Mission arrive?"

"Three months later, but the Elven Tribe has an important guest, so Elder Anita won't come. ”

Sost nodded, stepped down from the minister, and continued to look at the goose-feathered snow in the sky.

In a hurry of two or three years, the older generation of people in Hokuriku have left this world one after another, which makes many people sigh that the old era will eventually pass with the fall of these bright stars.

The exchange between humans and elves deepened, and not only did the two sides exchange missions, but the Solan Empire was the first to propose mutual emigration.

If an elf wants to settle on the human side, the human kingdom will give friendly treatment, and if the human wants to explore the vast Western Continent, the elven race will also provide convenience.

In addition, the dwarven kingdom has also begun to try to communicate with humans, and entered human society through the orc territory, especially the alchemy proposed by the Church of the God of Wisdom, so that the two sides have a good entry point.

A few years later, the whole Atlanta world was truly intermingled with all races, and everything was going in a good direction.

But on the orc side, with the change of the top of the various clans, the council of the thirteen clans began to move.

In the hall, the tiger patriarch slapped the stone table and roared angrily:

"Yafanka, do you know what you're talking about? You want to be the orc's 'Brandy'?"

The werewolf patriarch on the side squinted at the play, but the bear patriarch opened his mouth: "Our elders have left hundreds of thousands of dead souls over there, and blood can stain the land red, is this the end of it?"

"Are you sure you can beat the humans?" asked Yafanka unhurriedly.

"Do you think that without Ferrante and Dunn, the humans are left with a bunch of stupid bunches?

"What about you? Do you only know how to swing your fists, and do you want to leave hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters in the Hokuriku? Have you asked them if they want to get involved in the war again?"

"Also, please respect my teacher, without him, the orcs would be where they are today?"

"Yafanka, you ......" The tiger patriarch looked at the girl of his own clan, and couldn't say anything to refute for a while.

"Alright!" the fox patriarch knocked on the table, "It's really not suitable to start a war now, not to mention that the elves and humans are about to wear a pair of pants, let's just say the dwarves, is the current dwarf kingdom still willing to help us?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into a collective silence, and the thirteen patriarchs looked at each other, and no one dared to play this guarantee.

They all knew very well in their hearts that the dwarves were willing to provide weapons and armor for the entire orc legion back then, and even had help in food and grass in the later stage, was it because they also had the ambition to conquer the North Continent?

No, it was only because of a treaty between Brandi and the Dwarven King.

But now among the countless clansmen of the thirteen orcs, can they still pick out the second Brandy?

The fox patriarch silently lowered his head, and the dog man and cat man patriarch began to look at the walls of the hall, looking like they didn't look at me.

"Okay, let's ...... like this first" The elephant patriarch shook his ears, planning to break up and rest first, the time is still long, and we will talk another day.

At that moment, the stone door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, and a shaman hurried in, sweating profusely and panting.

"Oh no, something happened!"

......

In the mountains of the western part of the Southern Continent, two orc tribes lived here, and it was customary for them to go out hunting in the early morning and irrigate the fields.

But today it was noon, and the two tribes were still quiet, and a dark cloud floated in the sky at some point, blocking the volley of the sun.

In the tribal square, with a bang, a thick stone pillar smashed down the last orc, bringing up a field of blood.

The five-meter-tall troll stood against the flesh-and-blood stone pillar, scratching his head, looking around for any other living creatures.

A humming spell sounded, and the troll lowered the pillar and stood there obediently.

A sound of fragmentation came from behind, and a large number of red-eyed, unsane orcs walked into the tribe and began to scavenge.

The black mist spread along the ground, and Kaufman smiled at the corners of his mouth, and stepped on the black mist to walk to the troll's side, and behind him, there were many black mages in black robes.

"What do you think is the right number of trolls for us?" Kaufman asked with a smile.

The dark mage on the side hurriedly replied, "Of course, the more the merrier, Lord Kaufman." ”

"Hmm......" Kaufman nodded, his face sank, "Do you see that there are still living people in these two tribes?

"I didn't ...... No, Mr. Kaufman, it's my fault, I'll be sure to pay attention next time......"

The black mage hurriedly bowed down, and the sweat dripped to the ground.

"Very well, I'll forgive you this time. ”

Kaufman sneered, and the black mist under his feet turned into countless arms, and the black mage was left with only a black robe that fell to the ground in an instant.

Kaufman turned his head to the other servant behind him and said, "Pay attention next time." ”

At Kaufman's orders, numerous dark mages joined the ranks of looting and collecting souls.

Kaufman, on the other hand, stood alone in the square, with a smile in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Brandi is dead, Ferrante and Dunn are dead, they're all talents, I think who else can stop me this time, Kraken? we haven't seen each other for a long time......"

ps: There's still a chapter later, I can't wait to read it tomorrow~