"Your Excellency?"

"I want to see the city lord of Feilin, I have something very important to ask him about and exchange opinions."

"Yes, Bishop, please rest here, and I'll go and tell you." Although the elf guarding the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was a little unfamiliar with the old man in front of him, he quickly remembered the identity of the old guy and said very respectfully.

Conventionally, the status of the city lord should be equal to or slightly inferior to the bishop of the cathedral, but given that the belief in light in the Elven Empire is not deep-rooted, the Holy See will turn a blind eye to the decline of theocracy here, and will not pursue it much. Rao is like this, the city lord's mansion Feilin clan still instructed the elves to belong, if the bishop of the Church of Light comes, they must be respectfully received.

"Don't bother, I'll wait here for a while." The elven old bishop waved his hand and asked the guard to go and tell him immediately, and the guard walked forward quickly, and the elves around him were all talking about what the bishop was doing here.

Ten minutes later, in the conference room of the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord of Feilin, who had just succeeded him, looked at the old bishop with some tears and laughter.

"Bishop Flo, you mean to make me believe these outrageous statements you have said." The city lord got up from his seat, walked to the windowsill on one side and looked at the scenery outside the window, and shook his head for a long time. "Even so, I would like to believe you, Bishop, that you are a wise elder, and that these are the words of my father. It's just that Bishop, because of your words, I was asked to mobilize my army to fight against some Warcraft that may not exist......"

"Their strength is so great that you can't imagine it, young man!" The bishop's tone was slightly agitated, and then calmed down. "The city lord only needs to send someone to the southwest to take a look, if your people return safe and sound. Then I have nothing to say. ”

"I've already sent someone," the lord gestured to the knights who were marching in front of the castle outside the window. "But Lord Bishop, those monsters have lived in the surrounding jungle since ancient times, and the ancestors of the elves have never exterminated them, and they are the masters of nature in the first place. Monsters have no intelligence, no hands, no weapons, and no matter how powerful their bodies are, they can't pose a threat to us. ”

"You can't sense it, there is a force that is uniting the surrounding demonic beasts, as well as the undead, the terrible undead!" The bishop whispered, "I can sense the growth of these dark forces in my sleep!" ”

"Alright, Bishop." The middle-aged city lord stretched out his hand and flicked the dust that didn't exist on his shoulder, and when he turned his head, he was still smiling, "You must have been guided by the God of Light in your sleep, but using this method to expand the believers of light will not work in the realm of elves." I think you should leave, go back for a cup of strong tea, and pray to the God of Light again. ”

The bishop stopped talking, flicked his sleeve hard, and turned away. Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence. The old bishop could only leave one sentence: "When darkness comes, you will all ask for the protection of the light!" ”

"Perhaps." The city lord pursed the corners of his lips, with some casual mockery, and waited for the bishop to leave. With helplessness written on his face, the elven city lord walked back to the back of his desk and continued to look at the information sent from the human realm.

The princess of the Hans Empire traveled through the world. Finding your true love? Hehe, what is the conspiracy of insatiable humans again? It seems that this is the precursor to their war. "Where is my faithful captain Kolingna? Go to the civilians and choose a few handsome elves. We have a proper gift for Her Royal Highness the Princess of our friendly nation. ”

Footsteps and faint responses were heard outside the door. The lord of the city smiled faintly and walked to the windowsill, he didn't know at this time, that the magical princess, Her Royal Highness, put the last stop of the itinerary in Philimmore.

In the eyes of the city lord of Feilin, even if she is a princess of the human race, it is difficult to compare with the ordinary noble daughter of the elf race. This is the arrogance of the elves, and it is also an important reason why the elves rarely have diplomatic relations. After all, diplomacy is a delicate exercise......

A group of knights slowly walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, but instead of heading southwest, they went in the direction of the north city gate. Obviously, the city lord of Filin lied just now, he didn't want to send someone to check the southwest direction, the dark power that was growing wildly in the mouth of the elven bishop, he just sent someone to collect taxes in the town......

"Now I'm officially assigned to defend the territory."

Lin Yutian summoned all the younger brothers to a meeting, which was also the first enlarged Politburo meeting of Wild Boar's team. "From now on, Shadow Dance is in charge of the defense around the territory, and you all have to follow her orders!"

Sitting in a row and eating fruit...... No, the majestic group of lords looked at the Shadow Dance standing on the side at the same time, apparently having accepted the boar's order.

At this time, Lin Yutian was standing on a large rock, with more than forty lords, elites, and blood elves below, and four or five humanoid subordinates under him standing on the left.

According to the general logic of Warcraft, if Lin Yutian assigns a guy who can't suppress them with strength and strength to be the boss, this group of Warcraft will definitely not be convinced. But controlled by the domineering soul contract, these Warcraft Lords did not have the slightest resistance or negative emotions, and the wild boar issued an order in the form of an order, and this group of Warcraft immediately obeyed this order.

"Under Shadow Dance, there are three captains," the boar cleared his throat, and he thought about this arrangement for a long time. Subsequently, one by one the Warcraft Lords were named by him, and the way of grouping was very simple, the first group was the Lord Warcraft above level forty-five, responsible for the defense of the entrance of the ancient tomb; The second group is the level 40 to level 38 Warcraft, responsible for the defense of the leveling points frequented by the surrounding wild boars, and the third group is the lords below level 39, and the Storm Bear is responsible for leading, forming a special team to hunt all the players in the territory of the wild boars.

The second wild boar territory was officially formed, and with this ancient tomb of Filin as its loyalty, it spread more than twenty miles to the surrounding area. Players whose average level is just at level 389 at this time will not reach the refresh area of level 50 monsters for the time being, and even if a thief touches them, they will not advance in the outermost circle of defensive belts that are tightly surrounded by demonic beasts.

Lin Yutian made a careful arrangement, just to ensure that he didn't have to be disturbed to level up. Watching groups of demonic beasts walking in all directions under the leadership of their respective lords, the sense of security in the boar's heart suddenly exploded.

Cheering up, Lin Yutian jumped down from the stone and walked towards the entrance of the ancient tomb not far away. At this point in time every day, the monsters in the tomb have been refreshed, and yesterday the wild boar went to see it, and the boss of the fifth layer also appeared, but the wild boar can't challenge it for the time being.

That Blood Lord turned out to be an epic lord of level fifty-nine, but fortunately, he directly used the body of a mad demon to kill this guy for a second at that time, otherwise he would definitely be the one who died. It's right to think about it, how can you be so ferocious if you are half-blooded under a skill, not epic.

However, the blood bats are no longer refreshed, and there is only that lonely figure on the fifth layer, and those blood bats are like one-time monsters, and they are no longer refreshed.

"It seems that we can't help our master now," said Sarum, a soul servant, who was a little helpless about this situation, and had to face it. They just can't help the boar, but as a strategic resource reserve, he still has extraordinary value as a space mage.

"You have the ability to transfer space, and you're even better than me." There was a wry smile on Rakshasa's lips, although every day Prancy would teach the two of them, and the wild boar would take the opportunity to rest. But what Prancy taught them was all the theoretical knowledge of the basics of magic, and it seemed that the old man did it on purpose and did not want to teach the two of them combat magic.

"Are we complaining about the mistrust of our masters?" Sarum shook his head and sighed, the mage's robes on his body had become a little messy because they had not been cleaned for a long time. "Then instead of wasting time here, I should return to Nuo Yan's side, so that I can help my master do more."

"You're leaving?" Rakshasa frowned, if so, he was left with his master's side. "What can you do for Nuo Yan?"

"I'm a member of the Royal Wizards, so I can naturally help him get more support and security from the power center of the God of War Alliance, although he is the only heir to the throne and doesn't need this."

"Will the master say yes?"

"I'll ask tomorrow." (To be continued......)