In the middle of the hall, Beloline called Doyle, Fianna, Zod, and Captain George to discuss what to do.

Young Belorinli and Fianna were at a loss for Morton's disregard, after all, they didn't know much about the city from the far north. Acting rashly can be counterproductive.

The old wizard kept smiling and drinking his wizard drink without saying a word. Captain George was eager to say something, but he glanced at the old wizard and said nothing.

"That, Ram. What do you think we should do?" Eventually, Bilorinli, who couldn't discuss a good countermeasure with Fianna, turned her attention to Zode.

Zuode didn't want to care about these small things, but the mystery of the power of faith had opened a door to him, and he needed to devote more energy to it. In his opinion, as an elf, Bilorinli can do whatever she does in her own territory.

However, he clearly overestimated the leadership of this elf lady. Bilorina actually pulled everyone to discuss the so-called countermeasures.

"I said, I just noticed that the small hill outside Morton seems to be too obstructive to the view, and it also affects everyone's travel. Why don't we eliminate it now for the sake of the convenience of the young lady's future travel?" Zuo De said lazily.

"What are you talking about, we're discussing the attitude of the City Lord's Mansion, what do you mean by mentioning the mountain bag or something?" asked Fianna, confused.

"Hehe, that's a good idea. However, I'm an old fellow who can't do enough to do it, so don't assign me this kind of task. The old wizard said with a smile.

"No, let's not forget what the ship under our feet used to do. Those goblin artillery should have been idle for a long time, and it's time to pull them out to breathe, but don't let them break. Zuo De had a look on his face that he knew you would say.

"But wouldn't it have any bad effects if we did that?" the clever Bilorinli quickly understood what Zode was thinking, and she asked with some concern.

"This is your city, and whatever you do, is just here. It's just that the fools in the city who think they are smart don't seem to realize this, so let's remind them. Zode said.

Soon, with the banner of the flagship "Black Dove", all the ships began to move their bearings. These former pirate ships lined up, revealing the flanks of the ships. Then the hatch of the gun emplacement opened, revealing the dense cannon muzzle inside.

"Fire!" with George's order. The goblin guns on the flanks of all the ships roared.

"Boom, boom, boom!!" The dense artillery fire instantly shattered the small barren mountain outside the city. The sound of cannon fire shook even the city of Morton.

"What's going on? What's going on!

"Enemy attack, enemy attack! The pirates are coming!"

"Oh no, the enemy is coming, run for your life!!"

Suddenly, the harbor of Morton City seemed to be blown by a hurricane. Everywhere there was the screams of crying fathers and mothers, and the coolies were running around like headless flies. The merchant ships suddenly stopped unloading, pulled up the anchors, and were about to flee.

And at the head of Morton City, the people who were originally pointing at the "Black Dove" were suddenly frightened by the sudden sound of artillery fire and fell to the ground.

"How dare they open fire, inform the Council of Elders quickly!"

"Guards, guards, gather the guards! Seal the gates. They're going to attack the city!"

"Something is wrong! Tell Lord Norman!"

Soon, the otherwise busy port was suddenly in a depression. Only a few dilapidated sailboats were left floating alone on the sea.

The gates of Morton City were closed, and the guards looked nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy.

A dignified middle-aged man, accompanied by a large retinue and officials, ascended the tower, and with the help of magic amplification, he shouted:

"Who are you, why are you attacking us in Morton City!Get out of here, or the army of our Free City-States Alliance will be welcome!"

"Look, isn't the party that greets you out, and why send any messengers? Zode shrugged his shoulders and said to the Belorines. Then he looked at the old wizard again,

"Master Doyle, below, I still need to trouble you. ”

"Hmph, I knew you didn't have any good intentions for letting me, an old man, come out. The old wizard muttered, took out his staff, and stepped onto the deck.

Soon, with violent fluctuations in magic, a magnificent giant ice bridge suddenly appeared on the bow of the "Black Dove", and then stretched all the way to the head of Morton City.

Immediately afterwards, the dressed Bilorinli, wearing the dress of the elven royal family and wearing a gorgeous tiara, flew out of the bow of the ship. A few charming jungle goblins flew around her happily, dragging at the corners of her flowing skirts.

A group of equally costumed minions formed a neat line and began to walk along the ice bridge towards Morton City.

"Why don't you meet your new city lord yet! Daughter of Duke Nicholas, the Northland God of War, Lord Bilorinli!" Steward Raul shouted as he stood at the front of his servants.

"What? Our new city lord turned out to be an elven princess!"

"It's really an elf, it's the first time I've seen it, it's so beautiful!"

"It's an elf! Sure enough, the granddaughter of the old city lord has returned. I didn't expect our new city lord to be a very powerful wizard. ”

"Hehe, sure enough, that rumor is true. Looks like Lord Norman is going to be out of luck. ”

When the guards above the city heard Raul's shout, they immediately talked about it, and the original tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

"What are you fools doing! The enemy who shelled us on the other side is the enemy! You actually believe the enemy's nonsense. Shoot the arrows, release the arrows! Don't let them come close. A fat-headed, big-eared officer who followed the middle-aged nobleman scolded sharply.

However, the guards did not buy it, and continued their discussion in twos and threes. The officer was so angry that he jumped to his feet, but he was helpless.

Soon, Bilorinli's party had already made their way to the city along the ice bridge. Still flying in the air, Beloline lowered her head and looked at a kind of aristocratic official at her feet.

"I'm Belorin's Moontalk. By the will of the Elven Queen of the Northlands and the Elven Sanctuary, I am here to inherit the realm of my grandfather, Quinn Barceló. Who are you, report your name!"

Belorinli said in an arrogant tone peculiar to elves.