"Hey, hey, those old guys in the forest are not easy to deal with, can force them back into the forest sea this is not something soft persimmons can do, right?" The patriarch of the Tiger People still has difficulty accepting that the Federation is a soft persimmon.

The patriarch of the fox clan took the topic back at this time: "I have sent someone to investigate this news, and it cannot be regarded as that they repelled the beast tide, I heard that an organization called Valhalla has played a huge role in it, and the news of repelling the beast tide may have been spread by those guys in the Federation to buy time." ”

At this time, the patriarch of the snake people clan on the side suddenly spoke: "So is there any news about them in this Valhalla?" If they come out and stir things up after we attack, will it affect our plans this time? ”

The patriarch of the fox clan shook his head: "Probably not, and it is said that there is news from the vampire that the group of old guys in the forest are going to take action against this organization, this is also our chance, if we are caught between the two sides, the balance of victory will fall like ours anyway." ”

After saying this time, the others did not continue to speak, and after a moment of silence, this meeting entered the stage of discussing how to attack, and the efficiency of the orcs, as a nomadic people, was also surprisingly high, and it didn't take long for the armies of each department to be deployed.

And the Federation, which is still trying to lick this wound after experiencing the beast tide, naturally does not know that the dark clouds of another war have slowly swept over, and all this is not far away.

And at this moment, in the imperial court above the ice field, the pale Doromiel slowly crawled out of a pitch-black coffin, and at this moment his external injuries have almost healed under the treatment, but the energy in his body has not yet recovered.

Following his orders, in the ancient room at the highest point of the imperial court, figures appeared on the black seats, obviously the seats used for remote tool communication did not have the function of transmitting clear images, and only dark clouds of smoke could be seen floating on the seats.

"Are the emperors and lords complete?" Dolomiel looked at the nearest black mist in his seat and asked, and after a pause, Black Mist said, "Except for the dead Katyu and the evil spirits that are not in the territory, you can hold a meeting." ”

"Very well, you're still getting into meetings at a fast pace." Dolomière put his chin in his hand and praised it before he got down to business: "You should know how Katyu died, right?" I should have known about my retreat from that forest. ”

Seeing that all the black fog was silent, Dolomy El continued to speak: "I have long said the position of this emperor, whoever is strong will come and sit, now is my weakest time, I don't know if you have any ideas, if you have, you must be as soon as possible, time waits for no one?" ”

As soon as the words landed, the black mist who had just counted the number of people on the side said flatteringly: "Emperor, you are the embodiment of the gods, and it is the appointment of the power of the world to rule over us, and we will always be loyal to you, but don't doubt our loyalty." ”

As he spoke, all the generals or lords agreed, trying to express their loyalty, and Dolomiel stretched out a hand to press forward to signal that it was time to calm down, and the noise in the field returned to calm.

In fact, Dolomiel knew in his heart that these people had coveted his position for more than a day or two, and they had lost most of the fun of being a human being after becoming an undead, but the pursuit of strength and status was the instinct of all things.

At this moment, it is still the scene of the present instead of the undead from all walks of life preparing to overthrow his rule, in the final analysis, it is because none of the undead have broken through the eighth order now, and although Dolomiel is indeed injured, it has not yet reached the critical point where they dare to betray.

"Since you still choose to be loyal to me, then prepare to gather your forces, and when my injuries are healed, it will be time for us to crush the organization that invaded the territory belonging to the Undead Empire into powder." Dolomiel looked at the many of his subordinates and said hatefully, and the Black Mist agreed in unison.

There was a crisp "click", and the Rotten Corpse Lord, who had closed the black communication scroll in front of him, fell into deep thought, of course, he didn't have any thoughts about the unattainable throne at the moment, after all, even if the Undead Emperor died, how could it not be his turn in that position.

Even in all the seventh-order masters of the Undead Empire, he was in the middle and lower reaches, and the first few could easily hang him in the sky casually without saying much, so what Dolomiel said just now was not that he listened, but those ambitious lords.

The reason why the Dead Corpse Lord pondered was because he was still too close to the Frost Elf Forest, and if the other party really troubled him, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to escape, after all, he could feel the terrifying duel between black and white at that time.

It is estimated that the earth-shattering huge energy fluctuations that can be felt by almost the entire Undead Empire are the biggest reason why no one dares to stand up and question Dolomy El this time, because they clearly see the difference between them and this Undead Emperor this time.

The Rotten Corpse Lord has not forgotten the loss suffered in the hands of the other party, if the other party remembers the revenge at that time, it is estimated that he will also announce the GG, with his current strength, it is estimated that it is difficult to make a move in front of the other party's strong strength.

The possibility of wanting to find a helper is infinitely lower than zero, after all, I already know the strength of the other party, and the feelings between these lords are a little thinner than paper, and it depends on whether there is any benefit in fighting with the wind, and if you come to play with your life, you don't want to find someone at all.

However, at this moment, Xia Bai was not in the mood to come to his former opponent for a friendly condolence, because the reward of being cold and eating cold on the ice field and having to play with his life from time to time has finally arrived, first of all, a portal that can travel back and forth between the two cities.

Although this door can only be used by Xia Bai, it can be regarded as saving a lot of time, after all, if you rush back to Dragon City from here, it is estimated that it will take two weeks to travel with all your might, after all, they still have a means of transportation when they come here.

Of course, the portal is just a small addition, and the biggest benefit is that Xia Bai's favorite summoning method when summoning Heroic Spirits in the type moon is finally opened, which is called the summoning system of the Quasi-Servant.