The Land of Frost, located in an ancient library beneath the castle.

"Your Majesty, that's all." An old man held a faintly shiny protozol and placed a pile of quaint books in front of Shail.

"Did the previous king give you any orders to destroy the books here?"

Instead of immediately opening the book on the table, Shayl stared at the cricket old man.

"It's... This ......," the old man seemed hesitant when asked.

"Answer me."

There was a cold air in Shail's voice, no matter how many clothes the old man was wearing, under the young king's gaze, his body still couldn't help but shiver with coldness.

"Yes, His Majesty the former King ordered me to destroy some of my records five years ago." The old man answered Shell truthfully.

"Do you remember which part?" Shayl pressed again.

"There is a record of the history of the Frost Elves, from the early days of our nation's alliance with the Holy Cult... Some records. The old man said.

“……”

Shayl listened to the news and fell into deep thought, her eyes falling on the scattered "History of the Frost Country" piled on the table.

"You can leave." Shayl said.

The old man bowed respectfully to Shayl and walked briskly out of the library.

Shayl sat down in the chair next to his desk, a little distressed, with his hands on his forehead.

"Sure enough, the history of the Inquisitors has been destroyed." Shayl said.

"Those guys don't leave a record of them for anyone."

The figure of the dark elf quietly emerged from the darkness, standing at Shail's side.

"But one thing is certain, the original intention of the Holy Sect Country to attack the Demon Realm is definitely not because the Demon Race is an evil and brutal creature, so it must be destroyed."

Shayl pulled out one of those historical records, and some of them recounted the Frost and Holy Cult's combined forces attacking the Demon Realm.

These wars are described as great and sacred wars, and for the peace and stability of the human world, it is necessary to destroy those dangerous demons.

However, according to Shail's investigation during this time, she found out that the reason why the original king of the Frost Nation formed an alliance with the Holy Religion Country was not for the sake of 'world peace'.

"So what are you going to do? Stop the war between demons and humans? The Dark Elf asked.

"I wish it could be, but it's too difficult, even if I know that what the Holy Cult Nation is saying is a lie, but the concept of 'demons are enemies' has been deeply ingrained in the minds of every citizen of Frost." Shayl sighed a little dejectedly when he said this.

"And even if I go and say to those demons, 'I don't want to fight with you anymore, let's be good friends', they probably won't accept it."

The dark elf looked at the little girl and sighed, and really wanted to tell Shayl that she was already good friends with a demon, and she was also the third prince of the demon world.

"Maybe you can change that through a movie." The dark elf guided Shayl in a low voice, and by the way, he also took out a photo and handed it to Shail.

"This is..."

Shayl took the photo from the Dark Elf, which showed a solemn hall, a woman with shoulder-length crimson hair shaking hands with a middle-aged man.

"Demons?" Shayl recognized the other party's identity as a demon through the horns on the woman's head, and it was an extremely powerful Chaos Demon.

"The moment the demon made an alliance with Phalosi." The Dark Elves gave Shayl an explanation.

This photo was taken by Qiao Xiu, and when the dark elves went to the land of frost, Qiao Xiu felt that he could use it and handed it over to the dark elves.

"Falosi... Actually made a pact with the demons? ”

This news would be an incredible thing for any human being.

The Demon Realm has been a completely unknown world for humans for so many years, and no human footprint has been able to step into it.

That's why so many people are willing to believe what is depicted in the canons of the Holy Religion Country.

"I should probably ask you who you really are." After seeing this photo, Shail, whether it is true or not, gave Shayl a confidence, that is, the confidence that one day he can make peace between Frost and the demons.

"I'm just a journalist, Your Majesty." A rare smile appeared on the dark elf's face.

"Yes."

Shayl knew that even if she asked, the dark elf wouldn't answer, so she glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the web before standing up from her desk.

"There must be a reason why the Inquisitors want to enter the Demon Realm, and whatever the reason, I don't want them to succeed."

Shayl picked up the faintly shiny protozol on the table and said.

"I hope the generals will like the new movie."

…………

"Marshal Amter! How's going on your territory? ”

A general with a scar on his face sat next to Marshal Amter, who remembered that the general was from the White Frost Deer family named Levko... That scar on his face was left when he was fighting demons when he was young.

Since the territory of the White Frost Deer family is close to the Fortress, more than eighty percent of the men in this family will go to the Fortress to prove themselves when they become adults.

"Maybe the South is so barren, I don't have those damn guys in my territory."

Marshal Amt took out a jug and poured the liquor into his mouth.

"That's good news." General Levko moved his wrist a little restlessly, and his eyes scanned around: "How long are we going to sit here?" ”

"This is the abandoned theater of the former Phalosi, and His Majesty Shell seems to be planning to let us watch a show, so be patient." Marshal Amt poured another sip of liquor and said.

"Patience? Didn't His Majesty Sayil announce the news of the expedition? Whether it's those wolf cubs of the Frostwolf Family, or those damned demons outside the fortress, we still have so many enemies that haven't been cleared, but we've been sitting in the Imperial Capital for ten days. ”

General Levko also followed His Majesty Seeil on his expedition here, hating both the Inquisitor and the Devil.

The aggressiveness factor in the bones of the people of the Frost Nation makes it impossible for him to sit here calmly.

"Your Majesty has sent an emissary to the territory of the Frostwolf Clan, wait for their reply." "And Your Majesty has said that anyone can leave if they can't sit still." ”

This sentence of Marshal Amter made General Levko's heart move slightly.

He simply didn't have the patience to stay here and watch those Phalosi performs, maybe he really should leave?

When General Levko hesitated, the dim picture in front of him suddenly brightened, and before the general could figure out what was happening, a line of text had quietly appeared on the wall occupied by the light.