In the royal hall of the Dark Elf Kingdom, hundreds of civil and military officials had already gathered to discuss matters with Yang Jian and his party.

As far as the eye could see, sitting on the upper seat were the dark elf queen Miya and the patriarch Elder Sharpen.

In the middle of the main hall, Yang Jian and others stood in a row, high and low, uneven, like an artist playing monkeys on the street, and the minister next to him was a bustling spectator.

The Minister of Military Aircraft flashed out of the ranks, and he bowed down first, his face was bitter, as if there was something unspeakable.

"You might as well say it directly", then Sharpen waved his hand without waiting for the queen to speak.

"Wechen learned that the southern border guards of Bellmar have recently switched to the latest Krupp artillery, and the longest range is three times that of our sharpshooters, so our border defense can be described as precarious."

"Huh!" When the ministers heard this, they immediately talked about it.

"Weichen thinks that this Belmar Empire is now sending envoys to inquire about the truth and truth, which is really uneasy and kind."

The Minister of War first secretly glanced at Sharplen, and when he saw his appreciation, he lowered his head.

"The Belmar Empire, a hundred years in my autumn has not committed any crimes, and now the plague is rampant in my country, and I am also afraid of the disaster of the pond fish", the queen owes herself and faces the ministers.

"Even so, the plague is a disaster caused by human beings, and if it is not eradicated for a day, it will suffer thousands of people in my dark elf kingdom!" , Sharprun held the scepter in his hand and slammed it into the ground.

"Elder Xia", Yang Jian stepped forward.

"Presumptuous!" , the Minister of Military Aircraft glared at Yang Jian, but the latter was unmoved.

"If the plague is really a disaster caused by human beings, I, Yang, am willing to go there and find out in person."

He looked around at the ministers, his eyes unprecedentedly determined.

"Queen Skady of our country, I have been sent here only to find out the source of the plague and restore the innocence of mankind."

"If the cause of the plague can be identified, then the friendship between the two countries can continue, so why not?"

He looked at Sharpron, his eyes clear and determined.

Sharplon's face, hidden in his cloak, flashed with light.

"Young man, I appreciate your behavior," the hoarse voice seemed to deliberate.

"However, you have made a promise to our court, and no matter what the cost, you must do it."

"Once you break your promise, or if you can't do it, you have to pay a heavier price than your life!"

Sharplun's cane pointed directly at Yang Jian and his party.

Hearing this, Yang Jian drew the sword of honor of the Royal Knights without hesitation.

The crystal sword that was transparent all over was shining with divine light at this moment.

"Yang Jian, the honorary head of our Royal Knights, swears today: If you can't find the source of the plague, or take a step back, you should suffer from the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Spirits!"

As soon as the words fell, above the crystal sword, a golden contract gradually took shape, and then turned into a dotted golden halo and flew into the sky.

Sharpron's cane landed steadily, his voice still hoarse.

"Young man, I want you to set out tomorrow to Noypera, the village where the plague was first discovered, where something will surely be found."

Yang Jian glanced at Queen Miya, and there seemed to be a trust in her wandering eyes.