In the unassuming tavern, two halflings muttered in an inconspicuous corner.

"It's so itchy......"

Scratching his buttocks, Gomis, the sharp-nosed Gomis, said, "Something big happens every time I itch underneath, maybe it's Pique who is causing big trouble." Tesolos is on top, he must not go to see the Grim Reaper!"

"The Grim Reaper is long gone," Frodo said, "and he's on an exploration show with that Norrie, and I think it's going to be fine." Let's get down to business, you're okay, right?"

"Oh, Flodo," Gomis sighed, "are you addicted to being a spy?"

Flodo shrugged: "It's interesting, it's both exploring everywhere and doing good." I can't be as patient with all kinds of people and even civilians as Sam is. ”

"A good thing?"

Gomis laughed at himself, "Then I'm an accomplice to the bad guys?"

"You're just eating and drinking with that prince, I can tell," said Flodo, "and the chief hopes that I can open up the situation in Kester, get the information of the high-level, and have the identity of the prince's squire." ”

Gomis was incredulous: "Frodo, are you serious? You are serving Duke Prell, I am serving Prince Belino, we are enemies! Now you let me help you infiltrate the prince as a spy!?"

Flodo looked at Gomez with a clear gaze: "yes, what's wrong?"

Gomis covered his face: "Well, you will have to prove that I am your companion when that day comes, and I don't want to be hanged by your duke as an acolyte of a foolish prince." ”

"Of course", Frodo wondered: "Why have you become so pessimistic?"

"Koster is almost done," Gomis lowered his voice, "The king is indecisive, and he still hasn't decided whether to side with Ekami or throw himself at Theresia." ”

"The princes are fighting each other, and they have been playing assassination and framing tricks. Fortunately, Prince Belino was too stupid and incompetent for anyone to take him seriously, and of course we squires were not taken seriously. ”

Flordo was puzzled: "Then why are you still following Belino?"

"I am now the third attendant of the prince! I am eating, drinking, and having fun in the royal capital, why should I leave," Gomist said sedly, "I really can't stay any longer, and I just go away incognito, who can stop me?"

As he said this, the bracer on his arm shook.

Gomis flipped his wrist angrily: "See, the teleportation bracelet, you can receive calls anywhere in the royal capital, which is much more advanced than the kind of adventurer assistant you use." This symbol that lights up means going back immediately, there is a task. ”

Flodo opened his mouth and closed it again.

"Let's go, I'm going to introduce you to Dakai, he and Sir Vic are having a headache these days, and no one has recruited the prince's squire. ”

The two left their seats, and as soon as they arrived at the door of the tavern, the bartender yelled: "Little man, I haven't paid yet!"

Gomis showed his badge, raised his chin and said, "Do you know who I am?

A mouthful of thick phlegm spit on the badge accurately, and the bartender roared: "What a bullshit prince!

Flodo threw the bartender a penny of silver, and Gomis, who dragged his sleeves and legs, out of the tavern.

"I mean really! That guy is dead! The prince will come and smash the tavern after the mission!"

Gomis was still angry, and when he met Flordo's gaze, he suddenly became deflated: "I haven't acquainted this place yet......"

Follow Gomis back to the prince's apartment, and at the gate, two acquaintances who had met before got into the carriage.

The white-bearded old man was Sir Vic of which Gomis spoke, and the young man, whom Flodeau had met at the Castle of Light, was none other than Prince Belino.

Gomis took Flodo into the back carriage, and one of the guards came to take a look.

"This is Dakai, the second attendant of the Prince," Gomis said, "This is Flordo, my good friend, who has not mixed well elsewhere, and now comes to me." ”

Dakai sighed, nodded absentmindedly to Flodo, and walked towards the first carriage.

The carriage started, and Frodo shrugged his shoulders at Gomis in shock: "That's it?"

"I'm the third squire now," Gomez raised his head, "the prince trusts me." ”

Flodo said incredulously: "But you shouldn't be hasty to this point, right? After all, it's the people around you, and the prince has to ask for it himself, right?"

"The prince is ...... here"

Gomis nodded: "There is a problem, and it is getting more and more serious, often a person smirks, saying that the world is his and other stupid things, he doesn't care about these little things." ”

"No wonder Baron Hansen said that Prince Belino had ignored him", Frodo recalled the prince he had just met, and suddenly noticed something strange: "Why did he change his sword? I remember that he was a knight...... No, it's a paladin. ”

Either way, they don't use the kind of assassin or woman stabbing swords.

"Who knows......"

Gomis looked a little dazed when he spoke, as if he was recalling something, but he couldn't remember it. He shook his face and tossed it aside.

The carriage soon arrived at the palace, an impromptu meeting where, according to Gomis, it was most likely that the prince was going to accuse the elder brother of assassinating himself. The rest of the process was tedious, and even if some evidence was presented, the king would not make any decisions and make a fool of things.

Despite this, Flodo decided to sneak into the royal hall to eavesdrop, at least to familiarize himself with the situation. With the state of the garrison he had seen when he entered the palace, he was confident that he would not be discovered. Even if there is a legend in the royal hall.

The training in Beta City was not in vain, and if you can escape the detection of the Crimson Druids, you will be able to avoid the induction of ordinary legends, as long as you don't get too close, of course.

As soon as he entered the royal hall, Frodo secretly said that he had come to the right place.

"We have no reason to hesitate any longer," said one of the ministers impassionedly to the old king, "and we must act at once if ......we want to implement the divine system in all countries! No, the beds will be taken down by the church!"

"The legion should be summoned immediately and the Loyal Divine Court branch should be surrounded!"

Another general-looking man said, "I bet they're setting up a siege of the palace!"

The king rubbed his forehead and said, "They won't be so rude, will we? Shall we summon the people of the Divine Court branch first, and listen to what they have to say?"

The ministers jumped to their feet, the prince shouted angrily, and Belino, who was standing at the end of the queue, kept his head hanging and did not speak.

Flodo felt that he had gained enough at this time, and he had to quickly contact the deputy director of the round hook, and the big change was imminent!

At this moment, Belino suddenly looked up, and his eyes spewed out an iron-gray light.

With stiff steps, he stepped out of the queue like a puppet and walked towards the king.

"Enough!

He shook his head and said nervously: "The saddest thing for mortals is not that fate is manipulated by others, but by cowardly, incompetent fools!"

The king, ministers, and princes did not react at first, until Belino was about to approach the throne.

The guards above, the other princes below, rushed up to drag him away.

Seeing that Belino was pressed down by a group of people, he stepped forward and scattered the group of people in all directions.

Belino drew his sword, and Flodeau saw that it was not a sword, but an arrow with a gray halo.

"Father, you are not worthy to sit here," Belino pointed with an arrow at the king, who shuddered and could not utter a word.

The entire royal hall watched as Belino flicked his arm, and the arrow slashed through the king's throat, and his head leaped high.

This scene made Flodo cold, in his intelligence, although King Köster is old and incompetent, his personal strength is still good, he is a sixth-level knight, how can he be like a baby, without the power to resist?

Ignoring the headless body splattered with blood, Belino grabbed the head, took off the crown, and threw the head aside as if he were throwing an orange peel.

He fastened the crown to his head, and the arrows in his hand stretched out in a dim and dazzling light, transforming them into a two-handed greatsword.

"Now, I'm the King of Kxter", he tilted his head and sneered, "You all have to listen to me, if you don't, you'll die...... No, I'm going to want to die!"

The royal hall sank with an invisible force like substance, which made everyone's souls scatter and their bodies numb, even Flodo.

"Oh no, what kind of weird power this guy has!"

Flodo was in a hurry and hurried towards the door.

"And a little mouse!"

Belino showed a hideous smile: "Look at me trampling him to death!"

With a swing of the big sword, the tip of the sword soared out of a gray sword more than ten meters long. In the horrified gaze of everyone, a terrifying crack was split from the ceiling to the wall, and at the same time, the bodies of several people were split in half.

A minister's entire arm flew away from his body, and the sharp pain finally brought him to his senses. He hurriedly slapped the wound with the healing magic. The divine light fell on the wound, but it was like a soldering iron burning the flesh and smoke.

The minister, who was a priest, screamed, "Cruel, cruel! God, he's Hestor's spokesman!"

..................

Thousands of kilometers northwest of Valentine, in the wasteland north of the Kingdom of Dalmante, a relatively neat army surrounded another chaotic crowd from all sides.

Huge boulders continued to fly out of the crowd, penetrating the military unity boundary, and when they were about to land in the dense queue, they were blocked by a light shield. Most of the time the boulders shattered, leaving the queue undamaged. Occasionally, the shield shattered, and a mutilated human body flew up.

The military unity realm slowly approached, and the large fireball fired from the magic cannon crossed the barrier and exploded in the chaotic gray-brown crowd in the distance.

Waves of griffons flew through the air, and the mages, archers, or spearmen seated on the griffons slay the few two-headed wyverns while pouring spells, arrows, and bullets down on the ground. Stones, arrows, javelins, and even stout human bodies flew here and there on the ground, resisting in despair, and the movement was more often a mournful scolding.

On a hill between the military unity circles, a woman with a tall posture and a weathered face stared closely at the battle situation. Occasionally, a stone or crossbow bolt flew by, and she didn't blink an eyelid.

It wasn't until a group of people in broken armor came to the bottom of the hill that she looked away and turned to the group.

"What's the matter?

The Marshal of the Western Front of the Order Alliance, the Swordsman of the Queen of Dawn, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Dalmante, Evangelhall, and Betmund, asked the kings, consuls, or princes of the three countries in a sarcastic tone.

The king of Dalmante cried, "We are almost gone!, marshal, did we not accept the surrender of the orcs, why do we attack?"

The Archon of Shivenhall was a young man, and said resentfully, "This is treachery! It is a brutal massacre!

The eldest prince of the Kingdom of Betmund said bitterly: "Our losses are too great, too big......"

"Brutal massacres?"

Sylvie sneered: "When the orcs pour into your country, and kill people when they see them, they are not brutal, not slaughtered?"

She said awe-inspiringly: "I swore in front of Her Majesty that I would kill all the orcs without leaving any of them!"

"But this decisive battle is not just for my personal vows. ”

"Valentine Cathedral is about to be captured, the realm of the dead is also beginning to turmoil, and the war drums of the era change have been beaten!"

She waved her arm and pointed into the distance, the remnants of more than 400,000 orcs surrounded by clusters.

"If you don't kill all these aliens, do you want to release them back into the tundra of the north, give them a chance to breathe, let them lick their wounds with hatred, recuperate, and launch another invasion in the change of epochs?"

The blazing light in her eyes made the three leaders bow their heads in horror: "Don't forget what Emperor Tudor said, if it is not my race, its heart will be different!"

She tapped at her feet, a pile of heads, orcs with brown fangs, and minotaurs with black hair and horns. The three leaders knew that these heads were not nobodies, each of them was a clan leader who led 10,000 people, and there was even no shortage of powerful beings at the legendary level.

"Treachery? What faith is there to these animals? When they poured into your country, did they send you a war letter? Have you taken in prisoners? Have you spared women and children? We have always returned blood for blood with them!"

"They want to take a breath under the pretense of surrender, and we will pretend to accept that we will surround them all here and wipe them out! Do you still need me to teach you this level of war strategy?"

The eldest prince of Batemund said cautiously: "You can take them as slaves, there is no need to kill them all like this." ”

"Slaves?"

Sylvie sneered: "I know what the slavers are thinking, they are full of gold bushels, so they don't care what will happen in the future." ”

"Let me tell you what it would be like for hundreds of thousands of orc slaves to flood into the human realm. In the beginning, they would go to mining, they would go to slave soldiers, and they would do all kinds of dirty work that humans didn't want to do. It is true that they will die a lot, but they will live better than human beings, and in less than a hundred years, hundreds of thousands will become millions or even tens of millions. ”

"At that time, they were still despicable, oppressed and discriminated against by human beings, and they remembered this moment today, remembered the origin of humiliation, and they decided to resist. ”

"Initially they had no organization, no knowledge, and they died miserably. Gradually, they learned how to learn the magic of humans, and they abandoned the backward old gods, and they began to believe in the present gods. They even learned the culture and laws of mankind, and knew how to fight humans on various battlefields outside of war, and eventually ......"

"Look, isn't this kind of history familiar? That's right! That's how we humans overthrew the rule of the Elven Empire, gained freedom, and gradually ruled the Finn Lord Plane!"

Sylvie twitched the corners of her mouth and said disdainfully, "In the battle between humans and elves, countless elves have sided with humans. At that time, there will be countless human beings on the side of the orcs, holding slogans such as friendship and equality, doing adulterous things, and wielding butcher knives against their kind. ”

"Isn't there a god shouting for the emancipation of the slaves now? In that guy's eyes, even the orcs will be regarded as objects that must be liberated. ”

Her gaze became contemplative: "I won't allow this to happen, so, I will kill the orcs cleanly, and leave no one behind!"

King Dalmante cried, "But we are dying cleanly!"

"Isn't it worth all the money to avenge the murderers of your homeland and your loved ones?"

Sylvie said indifferently: "If you lose such a heart, you are still worthy of being a king?"

"Well, I knew you wouldn't let us go, you had to kill not only all the orcs, but also our entire kingdom!"

The king, who had been on the throne for less than three months, had less than 300,000 people under his rule, and most of them were women and children, and said sadly: "I will go to battle immediately, and I only ask you to keep the royal blood of Dalmant!"

Sylvie was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

The king saluted Sylvie, descended the hill, mounted his horse and greeted his few men: "Dalmantes, go with me to die!"

"Death is death, we Evenhall people will not frown," said the young consul heroically, "Your Excellency, our request is simple, just keep the autonomous city-state. ”

After the consul left, the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Betmund said with a pale face: "I, I have asked my father to sort out the duke's fief, and if necessary, we are willing to demote it to a duke." ”

"Then there is no need," said Sylvie, "Your Majesty has other things to do with your kingdom, and do not worry, as long as you are loyal to the Alliance, Your Majesty wants you to be a strong fortress in the North." ”

The prince was overjoyed: "Yes! I will do my best, even if I lose all the legions, I will fulfill the wish of His Excellency the Marshal!"

Shortly after the group left, a strange-looking, somewhat large-sized turtle-like magic guide car rushed in. Another prince in sunglasses jumped out of the co-pilot's seat and went up the hill with a high-spirited step.

"What's that weird thing?"

Sylvie waved his hand to excuse himself and asked Prince Rimako.

"The Devil's Turtle Car in the Zolde Workshop, the latest product, is said to be modeled after the invention of His Excellency the Duke. ”

Ruimac lowered his head and wiped his sunglasses, as if chatting: "I see that the armies of those three countries are moving forward again, and they are almost gone, marshal, what ......are you?"

"Ruimako, you are good at fighting with these novelties, but there are some things that you really don't have talent", Sylvie said lightly: "When the Valentine Cathedral is captured, do you say that our Majesty the Queen must be on an equal footing with other kings?"

"This ......"

Ruimac frowned and said, "Didn't Your Majesty say that after the battle, ...... after the battle?"

"Don't say what only children believe," Sylvie shook her head, "The era has only officially begun!" Theresia, she's sometimes too naïve to think that taking down Valentine's Cathedral will solve all problems. Even if Kam was with her, Ika wouldn't have poured it out on her own, so shouldn't she continue to fight Aka?"

"If you want to continue to fight incense, can the patchwork shell of the Order Alliance still work?"

Rimaco gasped: "You mean ......"

"I didn't say anything," Sylvie laughed, "but shouldn't we be ready for her until those things come?"

Remacco thought for a while, put on his sunglasses and said, "I'd better go to war......"

"I admit I underestimated you before", Sylvie said, "behave well and show me how high you really are talking about 'killing efficiency', anyway, ......"

At this moment, there was a hint of inhuman hideousness in her smile: "At this time, the realm of the dead is thirsty for fresh souls more than ever. ”