Zumashal, the moss trolls argued fiercely, while the patriarch sat in a high position, watching his people quarrel and abuse, but he was unmoved.

The two factions are bitterly at loggerheads when Overseer Morandor and Priest Mihayd approve of Zumashar joining the tribe to support Zujin, while Priest Ilsavins and Priest Maxima oppose the Evil Moss Clan's involvement in a battle that is unhelpful to them.

In the face of such an evenly matched dispute, as the patriarch, he could stop the quarrel as long as he opened his mouth to express his position, but he chose to watch the excitement on the sidelines, what a bad guy, this guy is not worthy of being the patriarch!

While expounding her opinion, Ilsawens kept looking at the patriarch's reaction, and saw a face that was full of indifference.

Sure enough, replacing him was the right choice! Ilsawens said this to herself in her heart.

Whether it is a human or a troll, when they make excuses or reasons for themselves, when they cross the hurdle in their hearts, or when they change their positions, they are always accustomed to standing on the moral high ground to attack their opponents or enemies.

I'm going to assassinate you because you're going to hurt everybody.

I'm going to assassinate you because you don't deserve to be a patriarch.

I will benefit by assassinating all of you.

I didn't assassinate you for personal gain.

If you die, everyone will get the benefits.

If you die, all problems will be solved.

So you go and die.

Ilsawens' heart, who had made a good excuse for herself, became as hard as steel, hard as a rock.

Her supporter, Priest Malica, was arguing with Priest Mihayd, while Overseer Morando and the patriarch were drinking and watching the play. This scene made Ilsawin realize that even if the patriarch did not come, the Overseer Morando might launch a military mutiny to revoke his and Malika's rights, and forcibly tie Zumashal to Zugin's chariot.

Sure enough, the one-tooth. Vicious Tooth is right. Noble character can only be used for self-absorption, and if you want to save all beings and save peace, you need iron and blood, and you need fire and killing.

It's a realization full of irony and pain.

"Patriarch, it's already dinner time, let's stop arguing first. Fill your stomach. Seeing that Malika was showing signs that Mihayd could not speak, Ilsavins interrupted decisively.

"Well, the meat should be roasted, let's eat first." The patriarch got up from his seat and was the first to leave.

When everyone had left the altar square where the meeting was held, Malika walked up to Ilsavins and asked, "Your Excellency Priest Ilsavins, why did you not say a word in the midst of the argument?" ”

"Because it's useless." Ilsavins replied.

"Are we going to let the patriarch who only knows how to eat, fight, and sleep with his subordinates' wives and daughters take everyone to death?" Malika said indignantly.

"Your Excellency, aren't we all ready to make the last preparations? Why are you still so angry. Ilsawens whispered in Malika's ear.

"I, I still want to fight for it again, after all, you know, once ...... There's no going back. Malika said secretly.

"There's never a second way, why don't you think that stupid patriarch doesn't speak and let us argue? He just wanted to stay overnight in Zumashal, and our argument seemed to him to be a happy farce. "Ilsawens lashed out at her patriarch with the greatest malice.

"So how do we deal with it?" A few days after Malika found out the secret and left. It was as if Ilsawens had become a different person, and she could no longer find the shadow of the effeminate priestess she had been.

"Keep arguing. The patriarch wanted to see us quarrel, so we quarreled with him and dragged the meeting until tomorrow. Ilsawens replied.

"What do you mean ......"

"The change is tonight."

"All right, but Priestess Ilsawens, then let's pray for the best performance of the foreign aid you have found." Malika sighed.

The heated and useless argument continued until it was completely dark.

"Since none of you can convince anyone, let's rest today. We'll continue that tomorrow. The patriarch yawned and signaled that today's meeting was over.

"That guy who is in estrus at any time, how did he become your patriarch, the future of the Evil Moss Clan is bleak" waited until Ilsawens returned to the residence and closed the door. Mr. Onetooth emerges from the shadows.

"Because he's lived long enough." Ilsawens simply coped with the single tooth. Vicioustooth, and then goes straight to the point, "Are humans ready?" ”

"I'll do something, don't worry, with your map, that male dog is dead." Mr. Duya replied.

"That's good." Ilsawens responded lightly, not looking very interested.

"Ilsawens, look me in the eye and answer me, what do you want to do with my human friends, what do you want to do with me." Mr. Dugaya asked about this suddenly.

"Except for the army of the Overseer Morando, the rest of the trolls are at the behest of me and Marika and let the humans go, which is one of the reasons to lash out at Morando. You don't have to worry, I'll keep my word. Knowing that Mr. Lone Tooth was worried about crossing the bridge and tearing down the river, Ilsawens reassured her.

"I hope so. Your Excellency Priestess, please find a reason to open the door, I should leave. Mister Dufang felt that the time was almost up, so he stopped talking to the priestess Ilsawens and prepared to get moving.

"By the way, have your man tie a strip of white cloth on his left arm so that he won't be injured by mistake."

Ilsawens opened the door and felt someone blow in her ear, and when she turned around, Mr. One Tooth was gone.

In a large cavern less than ten kilometers southeast of Zumashal, a hundred human elites were waiting for a signal to move.

"My friends, it's time to act, it's friendly who ties a strip of white cloth to his left arm, and any other trolls who resist can be killed."

When Mr. Onetooth appears in the cave, the sound of his sword drawn is a piece of music.

"What a pleasant sound." Far from being intimidated, Mr. Onetooth enjoyed the sound.

"Mr. Onefang, is it time for us to act?" The human commander of the squad asked.

"Yes, for the sake of your king, our mutual friend, His Majesty Carlos wants the head of the Moss Troll Patriarch." Mr. Onetooth is unusually proficient in lingua franca, and utters such an aria as if he were singing.

"Lead the way, then, Mr. Troll, and the king will get everything he wants, including the head you spoke of." The commander was full of confidence, did not worry about his own safety at all, and had the style of treating the army as nothing.

"Then, follow me, don't get lost, it's dark tonight." Mr. Onetooth finished speaking, and turned to leave.

And His Excellency the Patriarch of the Moss Troll, who is being targeted at his head, is having a meeting with his Zumashal Overseer Morando.

"Morando, how's the situation going? Hmph......"

"Father, with you in charge, those priests can't afford to turn the sky, roar~~~~"

"Say specific, hum hahahe......."

"At least six hundred people have fallen to my side, and that stupid woman thinks she's still in control."

"Very good, let's have a showdown tomorrow, it's too boring to sit and have a meeting, ahh

"Okay, Father, I'll find a chance to talk to the rest of us tomorrow, and it's better to get that idiot from Hamill to fall on us, wah-da."

"That one of yours looks pretty good."

"Shall we change then? Father? ”

"Yes, change." (To be continued......)