In the Misty Moon Court's Chief's house, the eyes of all the elven elders were focused on the gate, waiting for the next figure to break in.

Standing in the center of the "dance floor", the Azorean elves and black-haired wizards looked at each other with four eyes, standing motionless on both sides of the gate, waiting for the final result.

The pieces have fallen, the dice have been thrown... The rest is left to each other's confidence and luck.

"Bang ——!"

The door of the Chief's House was once again violently slammed open, and the Elder of the Foggy Moon Court, who was sitting in the front row, shook his cheeks violently and let out a helpless sigh - this was the second time today.

With a solemn look on his face, Luca stepped into the longhouse without squinting, and the expressions of both sides changed as his figure passed between the Azorean elves and the black-haired wizard.

Looking at Middel, whose expression was slightly stiff, Loren's expression was as "arrogant" as ever.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your deliberations!" Luca, who looked at the puzzled or nervous eyes in the longhouse, stood in front of the elder with a serious expression and said coldly, "But there is one thing that must be known to everyone here!"

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, at least nearly a hundred War Dancers gathered and brazenly launched an unforeseen attack on the Imperial Mission visiting the Ancient Wood Forest, and an extremely bloody battle broke out in the settlement of the Misty Moon Court under the Cloud Canopy Tree, a symbol of peace!"

Although they had known about it for a long time, when these words came out of the mouth of the war dancers of the Morning Star Forest, the elders of the Misty Moon Court still looked a little ugly.

"In order to prevent the situation from deteriorating further and disrupt the meeting between the Empire and the Ancient Wood Forest, I took the initiative to gather all the warriors who were willing to respond in the entire Misty Moon Court, transferred the Imperial Mission to the Morning Star Forest's foothold, and imprisoned all the war dancers who participated in this act. ”

The middle-aged elf with a solemn face said sharply: "They claim to be 'in order to protect the freedom of their clan and blood relatives and not be deceived by the rhetoric of the empire', claiming that all this is a spontaneous move, and firmly denying that they were instructed by anyone. ”

"But as far as I know, the scumbag behind the scenes is in this Speaker's House at this moment. With a cold snort, Luka's sharp gaze swept to the silent Azorean elves behind him:

"What do you think, honorable Lord Middel?!"

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Instead of answering him immediately, Middell turned his head and looked out the door at the lush, vibrant Misty Moon Garden, shrouded in moisture, as if the gaze behind him was non-existent to him.

"Such a beautiful view, such a rich settlement, such a noble and proud bloodline. The Azorean elf let out a long sigh.

"I thought that the blood relatives who lived in the ancient woods must be more simple, brave and proud than the Azorean elves who had been under the Eagle King for hundreds of years, but I did not expect that you would be so greedy for the peace that others give you. He frowned slightly and shook his head at Luca:

"What a pity, Lord Luca, I thought you were the most loyal wardancer in the Oldwood Forest, but I didn't expect you to contribute your loyalty in a way that pleases the Foreigners. ”

"That's because my allegiance is to the Grove of Woods, not to the Kingdom of the Azores behind you. The middle-aged elf replied coldly, unimpressed by the sarcasm in Middel's words:

"We respect our blood relatives from afar, but don't mistake this respect for allegiance, we are proud, independent and free ancient wood forest elves, not courtiers of the Eagle King!"

"The fate of the ancient wood forest elves belongs only to us!"

As Luka's words fell, the atmosphere in the hall changed suddenly, and the elven elders, who were still embarrassed in surprise and nervousness, looked at each other with expressions of approval.

"Smack!"

A crisp applause rang out in the longhouse.

"Pap, papa, papa......" The Azorean elf, whose face did not change, actually applauded, and in his gentle and indifferent expression, a pair of approving eyes looked at Luca who looked at him coldly;

"Well said, wonderful-the future of the Ancient Wood Forest Elves should be left to the Ancient Wood Forest Elves to make their own decisions, and no outsiders should be allowed to interfere or put their beaks in their hands. ”

"What do you think? Do you also agree with Lord Luca, who is loyal to the Grove of Ancients and to his blood kinship?"

After saying that, he leisurely turned his gaze to the elven elders behind Luka, and saw a pair of angry and complicated, tangled but fearful eyes.

True, they also hesitated.

On the one hand, except for the Morning Star Forest and the Eastern Forest, the elves of the rest of the settlements did not have much good impression of the Empire, and even had hostile intentions; although the words and actions of the little wizard, coupled with the guarantee of the Elder of the Morning Star Forest, had resolved a lot, the distrust and estrangement between the two races was not a problem that could be solved by a single meeting.

On the other hand, Middel from the Kingdom of the Azores gave them more choices, especially the Misty Moon Court, who was dissatisfied with the empire, and could not refuse the temptation of the other party - through a war, the elves of the entire Ancient Wood Forest were truly united, instead of being scattered and helpless in the face of foreign enemies.

Including the encirclement and suppression of the Imperial Mission-what really dissatisfied the elders, especially the Elders of the Fogty Moon Court, was that the other party did not consult with them and acted on their own.

Looking at the elven elders who fell silent, the dark-haired wizard who was deep in thought couldn't help but clench his fists.

Although he succeeded in disrupting Middel's plan and exposing his anti-guest conspiracy, the key to this game still depends on the attitude of the elders.

From this moment on, the two sides really stood in an absolutely fair position, allowing Gumu Forest to make a dilemma.

Will peace be forged through friendship and empire, or will it be completely thrown into the arms of the Azorean blood relatives?

In contemplation, the black-haired wizard turned the corner of his eye to the Azorean elves, who were still peaceful.

The decision of this game is in the hands of Gumu Forest, but... Middler will never give up, and will definitely try to take the initiative of choice back into his own hands.

The question is, what exactly will he do?

The hole cards in the hand have been played, the situation that has been carefully created has been destroyed, and everything is back to the starting point.

Could this Azorean elf really ......

“...... It's hard to decide, right?"

Midl looked up, the corners of his mouth still with the gentle smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of empathy: "Indeed, this is a very difficult choice. ”

"Originally, your choice was single, only the blood relatives of the Kingdom of the Azores opened their arms to you, but now the Empire has stepped forward and told you in her majestic and untouchable voice that you have a second choice. ”

"Foreigners and kindred, one far away, the other close to the side... It's really hard to make a decision, because if you choose one or the other, you will definitely offend the other side or even become its enemy. ”

"For the elves of the Ancient Wood Forest, this should be the last thing they want to see, right? It's just for the future of the race, but they have to push the tribe into a tragic war that dooms their homes to be shattered and their wives to be separated... Is there anything more ridiculous than that?"

Middell stood in front of the elders and sighed, as if he really really was thinking from the perspective of the Ancient Wood Forest.

That's right, it's like that night... The black-haired wizard squinted.

"Everything happened so suddenly, that you didn't even have time to prepare, you didn't even have time to think! The situation now is that you must be here, right now and right now, to make your decision at once, and this decision will affect the future of the Ancient Wood Forest Elves. ”

Middlel paused, and said in a deep voice, word by word, "And, this future will come soon." ”

"Soon!"

The sound of the heavy bite echoed in the ears of all the elders.

But only a few people really perceived what he meant.

The dark-haired wizard frowned slightly, and Middel's words seemed to be a threat of some kind, but not like mere words.

What exactly does he mean... The empire is on the border of the ancient wood forest, and it is not difficult to mobilize an army to invade and counterattack, but what about the Azores?

Is it possible?

Loren stared at Middel's expression, hoping to find an answer.

But in the next second, Midl changed his words again: "But I think it's very unfair." ”

"Yes, it is the freedom of the Ancient Wood Forest to choose which side to choose, even the blood relatives should not interfere with it, but the elves of the Ancient Wood Forest are innocent, and they have to make changes not because of their own desires, but because of outsiders. ”

"Because I... And the arrival of His Excellency Loren Turin, the Duke of Byrne, you have to make such a dilemma: the fault is not yours, it is ours... Those of us who have a certain purpose have rashly visited your settlements and homes and forced you to choose between us. ”

Raising his head, Midl sighed lightly: "This is really unfair to the innocent Ancient Wood Forest!"

"What the hell are you trying to say?!"

Luka, who faintly sensed that something was wrong, finally took the lead to interrupt the Azorean elves who were about to continue.

Middell chuckled and turned his gaze to the dark-haired wizard beside him.

"I've heard that the elves of the Oldwood Forest keep a long-standing tradition of calling it the 'Battle of Honor'. Middell smiled and said, "I've heard that there is a similar custom in the Empire, called 'Judgment Before God'. ”

"The interesting thing is that the Azorean elves also maintain the tradition of using one-on-one duels with the gods and all the spectators as witnesses, and decide who is the right side on both sides. ”

Middel stepped forward and stood with his hands behind his back to meet Loren's eyes: "So... Since the source of all contradictions comes from me and His Excellency Loren Turin, it is better for each of us to represent the king behind us in a fair and just 'battle of honor' to decide the future of the Ancient Wood Forest!"

Inside the longhouse, the elven elders were all shocked!

The elders of the Fog Moon Court got up in a panic, wanting to step forward to stop them.

"It's absolutely not going to work! both of you are guests in the Ancient Wood Forest, and we can't afford to watch one of you ......."

"What do you think?"

Middell didn't pay any attention to the "poor" old man, and looked at the black-haired wizard intently: "There is no need for any extra sacrifices, just one of you and me is enough." ”

"The glory of the victor will lay peace with the ancient wood forest, and the corpse of the loser ... It's the best declaration of war!"

The eyes of the Azorean elves are scorching, and their eyes contain fire that can erupt at any time, as well as endless battle intent.

I've made a desperate bet for this game, do you dare?!

"Your Excellency Middel, please reconsider!" Lukka hurriedly stepped forward and stopped at the side of the Azorean elves: "This is the settlement of the elves of the ancient woods, and the decision should be made by the elders present, not a private ...... between you and Lord Loren."

"You are wrong, Lord Luca. Middell interrupted him with a smile, but his gaze never took off Loren's face: "This is what happened between me and Duke Byrne. ”

"More precisely, between the Eagle King and the Supreme Emperor behind us, between the Azores and Sackland—in between, there is only one thing that the Oldwood Forest can do......"

“...... It is to quietly watch, to be a witness to both, and to wait for the final result!"

The middle-aged elf with a blue face glanced at the black-haired wizard next to him, who had been silent, and could only take a step back silently......

"Your plan was so seamless that it almost dismantled all of my setups. Middell stared at Loren, "But I'm not prepared to give up right away, as you said......"

"I'm very confident in myself!"

"Really?" Loren also raised his head and smiled, "But why are you so sure that I will definitely agree to your request and duel with you?"

"Because if I leave here alive, you will never be at ease—just as neither can I. Gentle Middle, with a complex glint in his eyes:

"Eventually... The two who once shared the moon of the summer season can only have one alive to see the moon in the middle of summer next year. ”

"Or ......" Middlel suddenly chuckled, and glanced at the stunned elven elders next to him without a trace, "Are you really willing to give them the power to choose?"

The corners of Loren's mouth curled slightly, and to some extent, the other party's killing intent and self-confidence were also affecting him.

The little wizard held his breath and involuntarily grabbed the hem of Loren's clothes.

For she did see the confidence in the eyes of the black-haired wizard, and heard the words that came out of his mouth:

"I accept your challenge!"