Early the next day, the most powerful demigod mage in the Elven Empire, known as the Sage of the Morning Star, Roy. Mori Yu was summoned to the palace by the Mad King, his family as the first to follow the first generation of elf kings of the founding minister, itself enjoys a high reputation in the empire, and he as the most outstanding genius of the Mori language family for thousands of years, he began to receive human magic education since he was a child, as early as three hundred years ago he was promoted to a demigod-level powerhouse, breaking the fallacy that all kinds of elves on the east side are not suitable for practicing magic.

As such a transcendent being, even the Elven King had to maintain the necessary respect for him, and the number of times he was urgently summoned like this was the only time he could see him, so the Morning Star Sage had to give up the luxurious breakfast in the family and rush to the palace early, frowning and eating the breakfast prepared for the emperor.

But soon, another of his old acquaintances also died, and that was a demigod-level warrior known as the Green Sword Master, Filno. Starlight, well, while this title sounds weird and funny to the human side, the elves clearly don't know much about the green culture of humans...

The two are both demigods, and their status is naturally similar, they are competitors to each other, and they are good friends who know each other, and after taking a look at each other, they looked at each other with puzzled eyes at the same time, obviously neither of them knew why they were suddenly summoned.

However, before they could figure out the mad king's thoughts, he appeared in front of them with four mysterious people in black robes.

"Are they relatives of His Excellency the Chief Advisor?" The Green Sword Master asked, pointing at the four suspicious black-robed men.

"No, they're friends I met from my travels on the human side, and they're powerful." The Mad King said, raising his chin slightly, and then he saw that the faces of the Green Sword Saint and the Morning Star Sage suddenly changed drastically, one demigod, three holy spirits! How can you hide the fluctuations in power so well? Sticking to your side and not noticing?

The mad king waved his hand at the surrounding maids, and the idlers and others immediately pushed down, and a huge silent barrier suddenly enveloped the restaurant. The four of them also lifted the hood on their heads, revealing four big bald heads and the most standard public faces, as if they had just escaped from the black prison, and the leader with demigod-level strength even showed an evil smile, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Fortunately~"

The moment he spoke, the two demigod-level powerhouses on the elf's side suddenly showed a vigilant posture, and the Morning Star Sage looked at each other with some anger, lowered his voice and asked, "Demon? ”

"You can call me Serren." The big bald head casually pulled a chair and sat down, looked at the plate of exquisite pastries in front of him, picked up a piece with great interest and threw it into his mouth, and after chewing it hard, he actually showed a look of enjoyment? "I think I'm getting used to your human food, and I can actually taste a little bit of deliciousness from it?" ”

"It's a pity that you'll never get used to it, because his breakfast here can be said to be the most unpalatable in the whole empire, worse than ordinary farmers." The Morning Star Sage said angrily, looked directly at the Mad King, and asked unceremoniously, "Your Majesty, why did you bring these evil devils to us?" ”

"They are not some evil devils, but loyal comrades who will go with you against a real devil." The mad king said calmly, he also pulled a chair and sat down, picked up the pastries on the table, tasted it, and even smiled bitterly, and sighed a little helplessly: "As you said, the taste is really not good..."

Although the evaluation is a pastry, what you really want to express in the words should not be so simple, after all, it is a breakfast prepared for the elf king, how can it be unpalatable?

"Fenos, you're playing with fire." The Green Sword Saint said very dissatisfied, and even called the name of the Mad King, the two are a little related, and they are also childhood playmates when they were children, and they also had a brotherly relationship, so he dared to be so presumptuous.

"My dear brother, I know what I am doing, and you ought to call me Lord on such occasions." The Mad King said coldly, throwing away the leftover pastries in his hand, and continued: "Now that the situation is unfavorable, for the sake of our great cause, you must let go of some prejudices in your hearts. ”

"Boom! I really like you both, and I will definitely come to my place when I have the chance. The bald demon who called himself Serren let out a demon's trademark strange laugh and said loudly, compared to the frowning faces of the two elven powerhouses, he looked excited and happy?

"Let me tell you a little bit, the plan I mentioned to you earlier failed because our old friend wanted to intervene... I have to admit that a true oracle is really difficult to deal with and a little tricky, so I need to use the power of my friends. The Mad King then briefly recounted the events of the previous night.

"Aous, he's so powerful that I shudder a little when I hear the name Hope." The bald demon monster said with a smile, and posed like a frightened bird with his words, looking like he was really scared?

However, the mad king's face became a little ugly, the other party's words were obviously sarcastic about his incompetence, even if he was a noble lord, but the other party was a cronie under the command of the first lord, and at this time, there was still a request for him, so naturally there was no way to attack.

However, the expressions of the two elven powerhouses became a little strange, and they probably knew a little about the plans and arrangements of the mad king, and they knew a lot about his abilities, knowing that he would not fight a battle that he was not sure of, but the result was still a failure? Is that hope really that terrible?

"We don't need to kill him, we just need to hold the most critical points and wait for the plan to be completed, and then it will be his death." The Mad King continued.

"Can't we rely on our own strength? Why do you have to be with them? If you think about it, Fenos, if you continue like this, you will bring disaster to the country! The Green Sword Master still didn't give up and continued to persuade.

"I said, you want to call me the Lord!" The Mad King's tone suddenly raised a few degrees, and his face became indifferent, "Filno, I hope you don't forget, where did your demigod-level power come from?" ”

The Green Sword Master suddenly stopped talking, and finally sat back in his chair helplessly, shaking his head vigorously.

However, the Morning Star Sword Saint had not given up yet, and continued: "Your Majesty, when we agreed to join the Fallen God Cult, the first condition was that their subsequent actions would not endanger the country and the family, I hope you still remember. ”

"Of course I do." A hint of impatience flashed across the Mad King's face, "But now, there is a real enemy destroying our country, so it makes sense that it should be the time for you to step forward, right?" ”

After that, he stood up, "Many ministers are already waiting for me, I still have a lot of things to deal with, you are familiar with each other, and the chief adviser will come over to convey the specific arrangements in a while." ”

The Mad King said, leaving the two groups of people who might make a move at any moment, and turned around and left.

Fortunately, the people present still knew some of the severity, even if they didn't like each other, but in the land of the second lord of the Fallen God Sect, they didn't really fight.

And just as he was waiting for the chief advisor to come, the bald demon Serren seemed to suddenly sense something, stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, and something like a map appeared on his finger, and there was a point of light on it that was flickering slightly.

"It seems that our old friend is moving faster than I thought." Serren pondered for a moment, then suddenly said to the other bald demon behind him, "Enloth, as the most capable of running for our lives, you should go and tempt it?" ”

"The most heroic Enroth will come back with his head!" The bald demon who was ordered said with an unhappy face, and his body was suddenly wrapped in a black mist and disappeared in place.

So Selren shrugged his shoulders at the two elven powerhouses, showed a humane apologetic smile, and said, "No way, there are always some unlikable fools under him." ”

The faces of the two elven powerhouses suddenly froze, this guy, how can he actually send a person to deal with that hope like this? Although that guy has a spirit-level power fluctuation on his body, isn't it equivalent to dying if he has hope?

It's very uncomfortable to be in the company of this kind of guy who can send his teammates to death... And the demon Serren seemed to have a natural expression, without the slightest guilt and apology, and even the remaining demons did not object, and even showed a gloating expression...

Just as the Thirteenth Walker of the Void, the former Abyss Lord, had said of his own race, a race whose eyes could only see self-interest, full of selfishness and betrayal, short-sightedness and stupidity carved into their every bone.

Of course, this Fifth Void Walker naturally had no reason to think of this comment, he was standing in a place arranged like an altar at this time, carefully examining every magic pattern on the ground with his spiritual power, trying to judge the effect of this place.

And Niduo, who was forcibly woken up by Bai Yi as soon as the day was in Ma Ma Liang, still looked sleepy at this time, shrunk beside the elf, looked listlessly at Bai Yi tossing there, and asked helplessly: "Grandma, what is Grandpa doing?" ”

"Think." The elf replied casually, and then, as if sensing something, snatched the Tyrannosaurus butterfly from Nido's hand, and the huge butterfly bloomed in her hand again, shooting an arrow at the altar that seemed empty.