Gawain pillowed Philosill's thighs, his long black hair was scattered on the bed, his blood-red eyes were staring at the ceiling, and the eelweiss runes that had originally loomed on his face were now completely the most holy gray-white.

There was no expression on her handsome face, and there was a faint red glow on her long black hair like a waterfall, but the constant flickering red light in her eyes revealed that she seemed to be very depressed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Na... What's wrong, why are you so depressed?" the blonde girl, like a Swiezer shorthair, stroked Gawain's cheeks and hair, her eyes narrowing slightly like crescent moons.

"It's nothing..."Gawain got up suddenly, hugged the blonde girl, his thin and delicate body was full of incredible strength, and directly pressed Philoshire on the bed and hugged him like a pillow.

"Ahh

"I'm tired, I want to sleep..."Gawain hugged Philosil tightly, his red eyes flickering red closed, and the white and sacred edelweiss runes were hidden under the white skin, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"Whew... You stinky girl... I've just taken a shower..."Philosil muttered provocatively, his seductive arms like pink lotus roots resting on Gawain's waist and falling asleep in the same peace.

...

Vina slammed Nathan back two meters or so with a hammer, and she jumped out of the circle and roared like a lion's roar, sending Indra and many of the other Gezlago gangs following suit.

"Your Excellency is His Highness the Floating Wind, right?" Vena raised her head, looking at the wild elf powerhouse floating in mid-air, remembering the plan that Philoshire had just retold to herself, and her many years of knowledge of the Bates family in Victoria.

That usually grinning blonde kitten would have such a serious expression...

"That's right... It is under ... It's worthy of the blood of an old lion, I think you're much stronger than your father..."Gagil's rather handsome face showed no emotion, and his flat voice seemed to be a little cold.

"Where's my little prince?" Vena reached out and tied her long brown and blonde hair up in the air, casually draped it behind her head, and her tone was equally flat, as if she was discussing something as casual and simple as what to eat tonight.

"Heal in my half-plane... It hurt him a lot..."Gagil muttered for a moment, not informing him of the fact that the little lioness ghost in front of him was being resurrected, but said lightly.

Vena was shocked in her heart, it seemed that the rumors were true, the half-plane of the priest was only worthy of being possessed by a demigod powerhouse who was comparable to the gods, and it seemed that the wild elves in front of her could already fight with the gods.

"That's good... I wonder what your Excellency is looking for me today?" Vena pressed the terrifying skull-shattering hammer to the ground, and although the overweight hammer head only lightly touched the solid surface paved by the slag of the magic industry, it still smashed a splinter mark.

"I'm sure that little girl from the Morgan family has already told you, right?" Gagill slowly descended into the middle of the battlefield, and the breeze created blew away the dust from the battle, revealing the soil beneath the ground.

"Hmm... That's right... But I still want to hear your Excellency repeat it..."Vina beckoned, and the two gangsters brought a chair from nowhere to place it behind the lioness, and Vina sat down and stared at the wild elf in front of her.

"Alas... Why bother..."Gagir sighed, humans always like to get to the bottom of things, in his opinion, this is the desire to dominate the unknown that is unique to short-lived species, and countless short-lived species throughout history have died of their own unrestrained curiosity.

...

"Ahem... Listen to me..."

The scholar-like Hegman coughed lightly, and his intelligent voice caught the attention of everyone present.

An astrologer profession that requires a high level of wisdom and talent, the stars bring them powerful and mysterious powers and forbidden knowledge, but at the same time bring them a curse that is destined to be short-lived.

Hegmant was already an epic powerhouse, but his lifespan was less than one hundred and twenty years old when he was just forty years old, and he could already see the signs of aging, and wrinkles had quietly grown out of his face.

He is a once-in-a-century wizard of the Westem family, and one of the few people who can reach epic proportions before the age of forty.

All the worshippers present have a high regard for this wise astrologer, second only to the unrivalled monstrous way of Gagil and the demanding attitude of making the world his own.

Anthony put away the bewitching long knife, and his golden pupils shone brightly. Rhonda silently put away the engineering drawings that were messily laid out on the table, and even the vulgar and irascible Samur sat quietly, waiting for Hegmant to speak next.

Hegmant glanced at Old Meyer, received an affirmation from the other man's forehead, and then glanced at Rhonda, and the dwarf mechanic pulled out a round table-shaped device from his briefcase and handed it to Hegomant.

"You should have heard a little bit about our next plans, but they don't go into detail. Hagmant took the device and pulled out a special Arcane Core from his pocket and mounted it on the base.

Magic erupted from the top of the platform, forming a flat surface, which stabilized after a few violent flashes, revealing a complete map of Isère.

"Isère has been looking stable lately, actually... Now the dark tide is surging, and the various forces are very coveted by Isère... We... Ahem... Changes have to be made. Hegmant coughed twice, causing some concern for his condition.

"Your Excellency, please tell us about the current situation. He looked at Gagiel, and the wild elf demigod looked at him as well, signaling that he was ready.

"Hmm—" Gagir snapped, enlarging the screen above the magical device and gathering it into the sea around the Agor region.

"About two months ago... The sudden extinguishing of the beacon of the orca tribe that I left in the Agore region means this... The gods who ruled the old days sealed in the depths of the ocean have been revived, and the entire Agor Seagod system is afraid... Bad luck is less..."

The originally blue waters of Agor became pitch black like thick ink, and the breath of death was surging on the surface of the sea, without a trace of the usual vigorous taste, but a bit like experiencing an undead natural disaster.

"These brutal ancient gods who dominated Isère in the old days are the most formidable adversaries of all time, and I am responsible for destroying their portals. ”

Gagil spoke blandly, not at all as if he was about to face great danger, but seemed a little unbelievably relaxed.

These brutal Old Rulers are actually a great threat to Gagir in the eyes, but the little ghost is the child of prophecy with the greatest deterrent power for the Old Rulers, and all problems can be solved without much difficulty.

"Anthony... Has there been any recent movement on the dragon side?" Meyer didn't even raise his eyelids, he knew Gagir's strength, since this demigod was so lightly understated, then there was no need to worry at all.

"It's not optimistic... The lascivious female lizard had recently taken over a mineral-rich planet, and it was estimated that the attack on Isère would be prepared after this celebration, and the entire Dragon Principality was cheering. ”

Anthony's expression was very serious, completely different from the way he had just wiped the long knife, but when he mentioned the dragon queen five-colored dragon and the dragon principality, it was obvious how disdainful this dragonborn was.

"Keep monitoring them... Don't alarm the five-colored dragon and Tiamat's stupid dragon just yet..."Meyer nodded, the dragon's wealth and bloodline had a deadly allure for the mortal race, and those half-dragons and fanatical dragons were the best examples.

Anthony is the best person to monitor the dragons, and his tragic experience as a dragonborn and dragon slayer has made him hate the dragons and ensure that he will not be seduced by the dragon's deadly attraction.

Meyer closed his eyes again, frowning, the rumors of the Old Dominators he had only seen in dusty ancient books, they were often strange creatures, and no one could tell where they came from. All I know is that those strange creatures claim to be gods, cruel, tyrannical and weird.

"Ahem... I'll say a few words, ignore the twisted old rulers and greedy dragons, the southwest is not very stable, and I smell death. Hegmant spoke again, having been praying to the stars for the past few days, for revelations from the mysterious celestial bodies that were full of energy.

At first, it was nothing, the stars have been in motion for a long time, but recently they have not been very stable, and the white star that symbolizes death in the secret legend passed down from the Westem family twinkles at an unusual frequency, which is a harbinger of the undead natural disaster.

Victoria's southwest direction is directly opposite the Buried Bones, where the only passage connecting the Dead World with the continent of Isère, is an absolute forbidden area for life, and even the powerful dragons dare not approach.

If some undead emperor from the world of the dead invades Isel, it will be an absolute catastrophe that will take away all life and turn all living beings in the land into undead with only simple consciousness.

"Ahem... We need someone to solve the problem of the undead... Ahem... However, there doesn't seem to be a perfect fit. ”

Hegman coughed violently, feeling a little sweet in his throat, and quickly took out a handkerchief and put it to his mouth, the blood coughed out violently, and even flashed with deadly starry magic, he was too tired these days.

"I'll find someone to solve it, Mr. go back and rest first!" Meyer looked distressed, Hegman was his most important brain, and the Westem family was in a single line, in case Hegman had three longs and two shorts, he couldn't afford to take this responsibility.

Hegman waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and continued to insist on supporting his weak body, the meeting was not over, the plan had not been decided, how could he leave the venue early.

"Samuel, how is the underworld now, those green-skinned and red-skinned guys won't stop, right?" Highmant looked at the tall orc Juggernaut.

"Sure, when did my distant relatives stop, I'm afraid the evil energy will drain their poor brains, but it's not in the way, after all, the exit of the underground world is the Aslan Empire, just to make some trouble for that old lion. ”

Samuel couldn't bear to look at Hegmant directly, but he still answered the astrologer's question quickly, and he only hoped that the meeting would end quickly, because Hegmant was clearly shaky in front of him.

"That's good... Ahem..."Hegmant coughed violently a few more times, and Gagill shook his head, stretched out his hand to draw a circle in the air, and took out a vial of his own blood from his half-plane warehouse and poured it on Hegmante, and the astrologer's face was full of color.

This blood still flowed from the wound that had been scraped by the Youmei Tai Knife before, and it was collected by him, just in case, his blood was rich in life breath, and every drop was equivalent to three special life potions.

Gagill stretched out his arm and drew a few runes on Hegmant's back, saving the crumbling astrologer, and the wild elf demigod couldn't help but be a little angry and scolded loudly when he saw the brains of the Bates family recover.

"It's just nonsense! The power of the stars is beyond the reach of mortals!"