"So you still want to live in peace with the Alliance?"

Agnes sat in a soft chair and looked at Felik with a complicated expression.

After a while, she often sighed: "Then you go and contact yourself, as long as they don't attack, then I won't make any moves, so it's okay, right?" ”

"Hmm."

Felik nodded, thinking of the cataclysm in his heart, he felt more and more anxious, although he only heard it from Bella's mouth, but he faintly felt in his heart that the cataclysm was really coming, and it would come soon, if he didn't prepare again, the outside world and the demon world would be swallowed up.

If the outside world and the demon world continue to fight as usual, it will never end well.

So if possible, Felik still wants to form an alliance with the Alliance, even if only temporarily.

……

This world has finally officially entered the cold winter, and for some reason, this year's cold winter seems to be colder than in previous years, so that many soldiers of the unprepared Alliance Army have died.

The temperature plummeted, and overnight the trees were adorned with silver, and the whirring snow peaks flew on the surface, robbing the living of warmth, and on this night, many people died, and those who were fine last night were found in the morning, curled up in a ball, and their fingers were clenched together and could not be broken.

It's a big deal in the past, but now, it's nothing.

The passage from the empire to the border has long been opened, and food is constantly transported from the imperial capital, although the weather is very cold, as long as there is food, it is not so difficult, and warm food in the mouth can always give a trace of warmth to people in desperate situations.

And with the grain to the border, there is Doyle, who has the prestige of a great demigod.

According to the time, it should be time too.

Wrapped in a brownish-gray elkskin shawl, the elf Klujel walked on the wall of the border wall, which was comparable to an avenue, and the heavenly university fell on his hair, which was not long hidden, and a little white hair covered the brown shawl with a layer of soft white hair, making his color that was incompatible with the snow less conspicuous.

In the distance, a carriage was speeding forward, dragging it forward was a horse, and a man came out of the carriage behind, standing on the board with a thing, looking up at this side.

When he saw each other, Klujel had the answer in his heart, needless to say, it was Doyle who came.

He took a deep breath, and the cold breath he inhaled into his lungs seemed to freeze both lungs into ice cubes, and he exhaled it again, and the cold air and the heat in his body turned into a long white arrow in his mouth.

It must be greeted, and I'm afraid the other leaders will also go to greet it, Klujel thought to himself.

Although as one of the leaders of the alliance, it stands to reason that the king of the empire has the same status as him, and Doyle is secondary, but no one is stupid enough to take this matter seriously, who is Doyle? The god of law, the guardian of the empire.

Even if he is an elf, he has no advantage in front of the other party, experience? If it doesn't exist, maybe people will live longer than themselves, and even the most advantageous lifespan of elves can't be compared, let alone magic and all kinds of knowledge.

Jealous and fearful, Guardian, Klujel thought to himself on his way to meet him, and along the way he met the Chief.

"Chief, you're going to greet you too?" Klujel asked.

The chief nodded, his hoof-like legs making footprints on the snow, he didn't have much clothes on him, the orcs didn't need to wear much clothes, they had a naturally hardy physique, and they had experienced even more terrible winters than this.

"Well...... Guardians, after all. ”

The chief's short sentence has already revealed his position and attitude.

Yes, that's right, even if the other party doesn't have an official position? The title of Guardian is enough to make them move their legs down the wall, they are not pampered princes and nobles, but the decision-makers of the alliance who shoulder the fate of the outside world, they know their own pounds, and they know that their importance to the alliance is not comparable to Doyle's who has just arrived under the wall.

Finally, it's time for the end.

"Why is it so slow?"

The one who spoke was the Dragon King, and beside him stood the Queen of the Dryads.

And Doyle stood expressionlessly in the end of the month, the gray tips of his hair swaying slightly in the cold wind, the delicate staff in his hand, his white fingers were exposed to the cold wind, but there was no sign of redness, and the other party was wearing a thin one, just a snow-white mage robe with a velvet robe.

What's even more concerning is her eyes, calm, frightening calmness, even Klujel, when he saw it for the first time, he also had an uncomfortable feeling, although he didn't want to describe it like this, but the other party's eyes did make him feel disgusted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's windy outside, let's go inside to discuss important matters, Your Majesty can't come, so I'll come on my behalf."

Doyle's voice was not as cold as her eyes, but very gentle, everyone nodded, and they hugged Doyle up the border wall, and when she went up from the inside, she also sighed at the dilapidated appearance of this magnificent building many years ago, and sighed that the time span was a hundred years, and from the mouth of this woman who was only twenty years old, it was full of inexplicable fun, like a joke.

Doyle walked indoors, snapped his fingers, and the flames in the corners of the surroundings rose and burned even more vigorously, and the temperature in the house rose, making the whole person warm and relaxed, and as Doyle took off his coat and sat down in his chair, the leaders also sat down casually.

Klujel also felt that the atmosphere had become more harmonious, Doyle seemed to have a relaxed aura, every move was taken for granted, unpretentious and extremely correct, there were no superfluous movements and greetings, and it seemed very sincere.

Perhaps Doyle would be better off with him than the king, Clujel thought to himself.

"So, let me share with you the information I've gotten."

As she spoke, she observed the alliance leaders with a hint of contempt in her heart.

She was overjoyed to hear that Felik had been run out by the Pope, and never thought that she would solve the problem so easily, as if someone had already peeled it for you while she was thinking about how to peel an orange.

In this way, there is no need to even think about lies, people are like this, even if she lies, but after the lies of her opponents are revealed, the onlookers will easily believe the liar who has not been recognized, and will not even think about the possibility that some of the liar's words are true.

There is no bagh here, and the side illustrates this very well.