The second lord of the Fallen God Cult still behaved so confidently, as if Bai Yi's life had been captured.

However, his two colleagues were not as optimistic as him, and the third lord asked unceremoniously, "Are you really sure?" He is the agent of the mysterious god of war, enjoying the grace of the god of war, and a while ago he just forcibly seized a secret treasure suspected to be the Book of Surrender of All Worlds from the hands of a strong man... This kind of combat power is no longer a problem that can be solved by simple quantity. No matter how strong the elves you have, how can they compare to the Church and the elites of the North Continent? ”

"At this time, at that time, he is now on my territory, I am naturally sure, although I am arrogant, but I am not stupid, I never do things that I am not sure of, since I have said such a thing, I am naturally sure." The second lord didn't seem to take Bai Yi's exposed strength in his eyes, he was still full of confidence, and continued:

"As for the issue of combat power, my opinion has never been different from yours, if he really has the power to subvert everything, why has he always behaved so low-key? So what's the point of his quest for power? I don't believe such a person exists! The reason why he has been afraid must have been restricted by many restrictions, perhaps from the will of the god of war? Maybe it's the little girls around him? In short, in my opinion, he is nowhere near as tricky as you might think. ”

"What's more, I still have the final killer weapon, what is an oracle in front of the true gods? When the time comes, his god of war will not be able to save him. The second lord finally spoke, sealing the gap between the other two lords and any doubts.

"Since you're so confident, we're waiting for good news... It will be of great benefit to our great cause to be able to eradicate this huge hidden danger as soon as possible. The First Lord muttered, "I just hope that I can rely on the god of war and have a quick result..."

"We don't need to worry about the affairs of those big people, let's do the things in front of us." As the third walker spoke, the pitch-black figure began to fade and disappeared into the main hall, and the remaining two people also dispersed their bodies and returned to the reality in front of them.

At this time, far away in the plane of Mar, there is a thousand-year-old royal city, the capital of the elven empire of the capital of the morning light, in the middle of this ancient and glorious city, there is a heroic and majestic palace, which is the most perfect fusion of the elegance and tranquility of the elves and the luxury and magnificence of human beings.

This is a place of beauty that is almost a god's palace, so that every visitor to this place is full of sighs and praises for it, and even the emperor of the Vosa Empire sighed with deep envy when he paid a friendly visit to this place: "Only such a place is the residence of the real emperor, right?" ”

However, this almost perfect palace has a very small flaw, its history is not long, and it seems very new, lacking some historical precipitation and heritage, because it is actually built by the current elven king in recent years.

And the builder of this place, the maverick and controversial eighteenth Elven King, Fenos. Eternal Starlight. Dawn XVIII stood alone in a hidden secretary's room, wearing the traditional royal robe of the Elf King, and playing with a jade wrench in his hand, on which lifelike birds and beasts were carved with unimaginable exquisite craftsmanship, as if they would move in the next second.

It was one of his most proud trophies, from a dwarven tribe he had conquered, with the most skilled jade craftsmen in all dimensions - it was a protracted war, and the process was quite hard, consuming a considerable amount of manpower and material resources, as well as the time and energy of the Elven King, and he had repeatedly asked the old antiques of the traditionalism to send their hidden Wind Catchers and Druids to help him improve the battle, only to be rejected by the old diehards under the pretext of the Ancient Covenant.

Perhaps it was then that the mad king could no longer tolerate those old-fashioned fellows.

Fortunately, God bless the elves, and in the end, the war was still the most colorful stroke in Huawei's glorious resume, a grassland rich in products and fertile water and grass; several veins producing rare ores; huge war reparations and unequal trade treaties of all kinds; Coupled with the fact that the jade wrench finger and a large number of skilled dwarven craftsmen became his trophies, this harvest can be said to be a huge profit.

At this time, the mad king was standing in front of a huge mirror wrapped in pure gold carved lace, but his own figure reflected in the mirror was wrapped in a mysterious black mist, and he could not even see his original figure, until he came back to his senses and frowned slightly, and the black mist in the mirror quickly dissipated in the blink of an eye, revealing his young, handsome, and ambitious face.

The mad king returned to his seemingly simple desk, closed his eyes slightly and thought for a while, then reached out and knocked on a copper bell on the table, and soon, the door of the study was opened, and a beautiful maid stood there silently, bowing slightly to him.

"Go and ask Mr. Chief Advisor to come over." The mad king said lightly, it didn't seem to match the high-flying and domineering look he usually showed?

Soon, a suspicious figure who was hidden in a wide black robe and covered his face with a hood appeared in the study. However, under the command of this maverick mad king, can he serve as the chief adviser of the palace in such a sensitive position?

"Your Majesty? Are you looking for me? The black-robed advisor bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

The Mad King didn't speak, but just reached out and snapped his fingers, and a silent enchantment suddenly enveloped the entire study.

Then he saw the black-robed advisor suddenly kneel on the carpet, bow his head deeply, and speak, "Supreme Lord, what can I do for you?" ”

Judging from the difference in his attitude and verbal title before and after, it seems that the identity of the Elven Emperor is not as noble as the identity of the lord of the Fallen God Cult?!

"Your Excellency Senior Deacon, sit down and speak." The Mad King said politely, and picked up a secret report from his desk that had only been delivered yesterday, which was news from the border, saying that a strange man dressed ugly and weird, with a few beautiful girls like little angels, was basically sure to be the damn hope, and entered with the strange identity of Vichy, the iconic wogua helmet and Jiangyang thief-style face towel and the beautiful girl student made his pseudonym seem meaningless in understanding his enemies...

"What's the news behind that hope?" The mad king raised the secret report and threw it aside.

"He rushed to the village of Ohm overnight." The black-robed advisor replied.

"Meet those old antiques? Hehe, it didn't surprise me at all..."The Mad King's face showed a confident expression, and he continued to ask, "With our existing manpower, what are the odds of attacking him?" ”

The black-robed advisor didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Before answering this question, please forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, is it his own action when he comes here?" Or is it the will of the mysterious backer behind him? ”

The Mad King didn't answer his question directly, but asked rhetorically, "What do you think it will be to come over with such fanfare and undisguised at such a critical juncture?" ”

"Understood." The black-robed advisor nodded, "It seems that our delaying tactics didn't work... I just don't know the thoughts of the mysterious being behind him..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by the Mad King, "You have too many questions, those things are solved by someone, you just need to answer my questions truthfully." ”

"Please forgive me!" The black-robed advisor suddenly knelt on the ground like a boneless fish, and said busily: "With our current manpower and strength level, without using demigod-level combat power and without interfering with the main plan, we will only rely on the advantage of numbers... I'm afraid there's only a 20% chance of winning..."

"Twenty percent?" After hearing this, the Mad King suddenly showed a smile, "You mean, I have worked hard for many years and carefully cultivated so many people, but when facing this guy, I only have a two-percent chance of winning?" Ha ha... Hahahaha..."

"How scared are you of that guy? Did he lose all his guts? He continued to roar angrily, so frightened that the black-robed advisor was silent, and he didn't dare to come out.

Fortunately, his gaffe did not last long, almost only two or three breaths before he retracted, and did not take the opportunity to attack, but returned to a calm tone, and continued to ask: "What if you add Gru's manpower?" ”

"It's still tight," the black-robed advisor replied honestly, "General Gru's manpower is mainly nailed to various defense nodes, and I'm afraid he can't draw manpower, so it won't change much in the battle situation, but... Maybe we can try to start with his students? ”

"Naive thoughts." The Mad King commented disdainfully, "You think we haven't tried? He treats his students more closely than the old sow who cares for the cubs, and he wants to get close to those girls if he doesn't get rid of them? What's more, he's now messing with those antique druids, those old immortals don't have other skills, and the ability to run away from the wind is the only thing I've ever seen..."

"In this case, it is inevitable that we will have to fight him head-on... Under the premise of not using the hole cards, I am afraid that only by finding the overlord butterfly can we have a higher certainty. ”

"I know this very well." The Mad King said impatiently, "But the question is, where are the Overlord Butterfly and the Wind now?" ”