Compared with a prisoner, Yang Jiangong was more interested in elven messengers.

At a glance, on the whole, Annis from the Elven Empire and his retinue Jared were tall and handsome.

The skin is excessively fair, and the elf's eyes are slender and have a sharpness that makes people not want to look at it for a long time.

The hair of the messenger of Annis was silver and white, and his fingers were more slender than the average person. His eyes were deep and focused, and the bridge of his nose was high, revealing the strength of an elven messenger as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The cowardly will hold back, the reckless will only set themselves on fire, and only those who truly have the strength can be invincible. Lord Lorkadan, the legendary Radiant Deity of Humanity's guardians, I admire your single-handedness in destroying the Bonebreaker Ogre. But you detain the elven messengers of the Star-Moon Empire, which makes me feel stupid. ”

Staring at the high Lord of Lol Cardin, the tone of the Annis emissary maintained the grace and measure of a marquis, but his gaze was cold and stiff.

"He who dares to declare war on darkness must first have light in his heart. The people of Lore Cardin were born out of glory and were never afraid of any kind of challenge. Wise elven messenger, what you should learn is that you must be humble before a king! ”

Yang Jiangong's smooth face revealed an angular cold hand. The dark and deep eyes were filled with indifference to it.

"I know that your destination is the Dwarven Tribe, from where you will return to the Star-Moon Empire in the Nighthawk. But just a little bit short, you will remain in Lol Cardin and continue to serve as the elven messenger who communicates with humanity. ”

When the sound fell, Achilles immediately stepped forward and 'invited' the two elven messengers down. At this time, several reincarnators of Chai Lingxue and Huang Yizhou had already admired Yang Jiangong so much. In their opinion, Yang Jiangong has fully integrated into this world. and rich in the majesty and resourcefulness of a lord.

When Achilles returned, behind him, two silver dragon knights were armed with a 'woman', an ogre, a tribal chieftain to be exact.

When the haggard face was reflected in the central part of Yang Jiangong's pupils and recognized the identity of the other party, at this time, even Bahrain on the side couldn't help but feel funny.

"Ruler of the Forest of Thorns, the only chief of the Broken Bone Tribe, Miss Maynes."

Although the other party's face was smeared with something like pot ash that was difficult to identify, Yang Jiangong still called out her name at once.

As for Mainz's response.

But seeing that she just glared at Yang Jiangong fiercely, she turned her head away, her lips raised high, as if to express some kind of hatred, and it seemed to suppress the moisture in her eyes.

Even the proud chieftain of the Broken Bone tribe and the murderous ogre have a day of tears and despair.

Omitting the appearance of wolf bèi, a white skin emerged from her neckline.

In sight, there is a pair of proud twin peaks, matched with Maines's graceful and good figure.

In Yang Jiangong's eyes, whether it is the pair of even and sleek silhouettes or the downward snake waist and fat buttocks, they all show a seductive charm.

Whether it is Huang Yizhou, Han Bo, or Bahrain, and a few civil protectors and civil affairs officials, in their eyes, they feel more intuitively: this scenery makes them feel **, and people can't help but want to hold it in their hands and play with it.

Of course, without the permission of the lord, these fragrant scenes are nothing more than YY fragments in my mind.

Yang Jiangong vaguely remembered that Mainnes's left thigh was obviously injured by a relatively severe injury. Now only every day does not affect the action, indicating that Mains is an ogre with some kind of self-healing talent. And judging from Yang Jiangong's experience, the recovery speed is so fast, the other party has the blessing of a mysterious item. Before, he couldn't kill her with all his strength, and Yang Jiangong thought of this.

Achilles pulled down a white bone ornament from Mainnes's snow-white neck, which already had obvious cracks.

"An item that can only be owned by successive chieftains of the Broken Bone Tribe, the Ogre Ancient Bone." Achilles handed the item to Yang Jiangong.

Quite different from just now, without the Ogre Ancient Bone, Mainnes's eyes looked even darker. "King of Lorkadan, you have eternal life, but you have taken the relics of the ogre, you claim to be a glorious god, hmph, I think you are just a false god!"

"Do you need to evaluate this?"

In the face of Yang Jiangong's rhetorical question, Mainz was speechless. Because the blade of the Silver Dragon Knight had already pressed against her throat, it was disrespectful to the Radiant Emperor, and no matter who she or he was, there was only one way to die.

"The ogre ancient bone, the person who wears this item, is almost as hard as stone, and although it has cracks, it should have at least half the effect. Achilles, I heard that you want to take something from Mains and give it to Miss Jung Min-ok. I don't think there's anything more precious to her. ”

Yang Jiangong smiled, casually threw the ogre's ancient bones out, and landed in Achilles's hands.

Judging from the knowledge that Yang Jiangong has already learned, in this strange world, there are many magical items like the mystery of this small bone. There is no shortage of creatures that claim to be gods, and there is never a way to prolong life. For example, elves, their fountain of life can have a lifespan of 500 years after drinking a sip. For some high-level elves, endless life is an innate talent.

Send Mains to the dungeon for the time being. Later, the issue of upgrading the city and liaising with the building guild was discussed.

I thought that the busy day would end here.

In the evening, Lorcardin welcomed another messenger.

With a military trumpet. Outside the gates of Lol Cardin, a phalanx of 1,000 people appeared. An army of warrior professionals, neatly dressed, covered in silver armor, with a green coat and a sword and a heavy shield.

An emissary from the kingdom of Camelot, he is a prince and a half-brother of Behringer.

"Lord Lorkadan, King Carmellot has sent me to make peace with you. By order of the king, Camelot no longer demanded the surrender of Bellinger. …… In the midst of a massive invasion by the orcs, we should unite. ”

In this hall of the residence of Lord Lorcadan, Prince Camelot is dressed as the most eye-catching.

He wears a crimson velvet coat trimmed with white fur. The soft hat is sewn with three mink skins to indicate that he is a prince. The crown is covered by a gold-plated silver circle with 8 silver balls on the upper rim. This indicates that he enjoys at least eight royal privileges.