"Why is his brain so flexible?" Sorodak couldn't help but mutter.

The question of whether Morgan Etchea Begulen is dead is quite certain here in Sorotarch, which means that if he says that this man is dead, he must be dead.

Why?

That's because when a person dies, his shadow will return to freedom, and at this time Sorodark will have one more person under his hands, can he not know?

And he can learn all the abilities that the original owner of the shadow has, which is called Morgan or something...... Anyway, it's the guy named Morgan, he doesn't know if he's dead or not?

And now the topic of crystallization is very sensitive, and it is impossible for the elves to ignore it anymore, so at this time, the elves may bow their heads.

After all, if you look at it this way, it's a scourge that you have made.

"Your Majesty, since your people have already gone to optometry, then I think we can discuss some other things as well."

"As I said, I will be paid for this operation."

"What do you want? Is it fine armor or a weapon par excellence? If the Dragonborn wants a spell, we can give it up. ”

Isn't it farting when you hear this?

Weapons? Armor? Hephaestus is better than these guys with a bunch of iron ingots, and spells, Sorodarch is a walking spell library, he will lack these?

Prometheus had already published all the conversations with Catherine that day on the public frequency, so Nassar made so many plans just to get this information.

More nuanced and relevant information.

"I don't want much," said Naser, "and first, I need all your first-hand information about the nature of the spell, which is the mind. ”

"Second, I want the oldest manuscript of the Book of Dragonborns you have here."

"Third, the Elven Royals publicly apologize to all the gods."

The second point obviously has a special meaning in it - Nather wants to learn the dragon's roar again.

The first point is to respect what Prometheus means.

The last point is obviously to save face for Athenabo.

"Your Excellency the Dragonborn, if you want to take advantage of the fire, you can just kill us and take everything you need." The Elven Saint King said very dullly.

"I don't think it's a hero from a dragonborn's point of view, but from a god's point of view, you're really giving me a shortcut." Naser said that he had actually come down the steps given by the Elven Saint King.

The other side didn't expect that this dragonborn really wanted to make trouble with them.

This guy can't be a demon, right?

"Then why don't you just do it?" The Elven Saint King said firstly on the right hand.

"Then I ask you, why does God rule over all beings?" Naser asked rhetorically.

"Then why don't you just ask the king why he rules the people?"

Naser wanted to evoke a wicked smile, "Then tell me, why?" ”

"That's because the people don't have cohesion!"

"Is it because the people are ignorant?" Nashur said, "Haven't you reacted yet?" A truth! ”

"You are nothing more than ordinary beings to God, and your power is not worth mentioning before God, for the simple reason that you are—"

"For all beings in the world, God comes to witness, God comes to recognize, God comes to bear everything that was first for them." Nashar said, "We have settled the first ones for you, and the rest will naturally be paid." ”

"It's like your parents raised you, don't you plan to support your parents in the future?"

Sorotarch and Artemis looked at each other, confused.

What the is this robber logic, hey!

I said, that's not what I said!

"You two sit still for me, too." Shadowmare Vine's voice came from the public frequencies.

Artemis was about to say something, but Thorotarch pushed him back.

"Cooperate with him first and see what he wants to do."

Athena sat in her chair very indifferently, she had already guessed that Naser should be able to handle it, otherwise he would not have the courage to go up and show off his not very good eloquence.

That is to say, this guy is really sure that he can convince his opponent.

"You robber!" The Elven Saint King scolded directly without hesitation.

"Don't compliment me so much, I'm a demon," said Nasser, "and you think about your position before you speak, you can't clean up the crystallization disease and the crystallized dragon yourself, invite me here, but you come here and think I'm getting paid too much, then you can do it, don't give me nonsense if you can't do it." ”

The Elven Saint King choked.

I have to say that this kid is really playful.

Really, since you are going to use the logic of robbers, then follow through to the end?

What the hell is this guy using to advertise himself as feeding!

"Athena, what kind of scoundrel are you fanciing?" Artemis whispers to Athena.

"Can he be called a scoundrel? He is the right way, and he can't play any evil way," said Athena, "and how can it be sweet or salty, and envy it?" ”

"What do you mean by being so proud?" Artemis couldn't look directly at the three views of Athena now, how could he feel that the three views around him had gone astray?

"Nashar, there are gold-armored swordsmen in this room, and you have to be prepared for the possibility of fighting desperately," Sorodak said, "There are many people, and if I want to protect them, I will definitely not be able to use them, then it will be up to you." ”

"What? Am I not a good hand at melee? Naser didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he didn't say a word and said provocatively, "Don't worry, I can retreat on their own." ”

"Your Excellency the Dragonborn, you are a 'hero', but you need to pay attention to your own reputation." The second person on the left hand side of the Elven Saint King said it.

"Hero, huh?" Naser smiled, but that smile exuded a strong killing intent.

He's desperately ready.

"I'm not your hero, you have to remember that." Nassar said.

"And," Nather slowly walked up to the Elven Saint King, revealing his trademark little devil smile, "what...... So serious? ”

It's like an order.

The distance had been shortened to less than five paces, and Nather was already in a dash in an instant, the knife out of its scabbard in an instant.

It was a pitch-black black knife, a pitch-black thick-backed straight knife.

But behind the Elven Saint King also sat six deans from the Dragon Academy.

Are they vegetarians?

Now that the assassins have all come up, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing for the six of their spell masters not to stop them?

Light!

Dark!

Wind!

Thunder!

Water!!

Fire!

Six spell seals appeared at the same time, and the six energy arrows that barely distinguished the front and back smashed down directly!