Reinhardt the Great looked at Princess Sophia in front of him, and listened to her whisper the word "hell", and involuntarily burst out of his heart with a cold breath that chilled his whole body.

Even if he is already the ruler of this kingdom, under the Putian, it is not the king's land, and on the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister, who thinks he can control everything. But the woman in front of him is still a big worry that he can't deal with and can't be resolved.

But who in this world will not have troubles? The little people have the troubles of the little people, and the big people have the sufferings of the big people. If you eat whole grains, you are still mortals, and you can't get rid of the seven emotions and six desires of mortals, and you will suffer in every way.

No matter what kind of identity he is, and what kind of status he has. is also one of the protagonists of this drama, not only this Reinhardt the Great, but even Al Edward, hundreds of miles away, is also in great trouble at this time.

He looked at the three kings sitting at the table in three directions, like the three kings who were sitting on the ground to collect money and blocking the road, ignoring each other, with indifferent expressions, only to feel that his brain was like being cut by a saw.

Headache, he's a real headache. He knew that there was such a thing as "thinking about it to death", and he always thought that it was just an exaggerated rhetorical device. However, at this moment, he finally understood that if a person was in extreme distress, he would really die.

There was a snickering sound in his ears, and Al glanced at Medea in annoyance, thinking that he was already in a state of exhaustion, and that this woman really wanted to fall into the well here and see her own jokes.

He slammed the table as a signal for his opening remarks, "How long are you going to make trouble?" and he said in a deep voice, "Now that you're here, everyone has the same purpose." I don't expect you to work together and work together. But at least you shouldn't pull each other back, and you always have to do superficial work. ”

"And now, am I going to kill each other without paying attention to each other, and I am going to kill each other before I see the enemy? If that's the case, then please go back, where to go back and forth, I'm too small here to accommodate you big guys. ", Al quipped.

He turned his head to look at a man sitting on his right, and asked, "General Gavin, I heard that the Holy Sect Army even took out their ordnance yesterday? You are also a battle-hardened soldier who is used to leading troops, how could such a thing happen?"

The man El calls "Gavin", the cross emblem on his dark silver armor is prominent, revealing his status as a member of the Holy Cult. He is the former leader of the Guardian Corps who led some of the cathars out of the Sanctuary when the Sanctuary was besieged by the city guards, so that he was cursed and abused by many believers as a "traitor", "apostate", and "devil".

After the destruction of the Holy Religion, the Guardian Army led by him was officially renamed the Holy Religious Army, shouldering the name of the Holy Religion as the only remaining in this world, recuperating under the protection of the North, and silently licking his wounds.

After many days of wind and frost, Gavin's face looked much older. It seems that the eyebrows and eyes have been smeared with a dark gray layer of wind, sand and dust, and many pains and tribulations have carved the marks of Taoism on his face, which is making a young man who was originally high-spirited now look like a middle-aged man who has experienced vicissitudes.

"This is not our Holy Army's problem. Gavin said in a hoarse voice, glancing at the black, cloaked man across from him, "It was these dark elves who provoked first, and they even used magic to injure my men." ”

Al sighed, looked at the long-eared elf sitting across from him, his face was indifferent and seemed to be indifferent, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

The elves, dark elves, and cathars are the three reinforcements he summoned and waited for for many days, and they are also his biggest reliance and killer weapon against the dark mages and the western army. He thought that there might be problems between them, and that there would be conflicts and fights due to historical reasons, and he took many precautions against it. However, when he really waited for these three batches of reinforcements to meet, he realized that he was still thinking too simply, thinking too beautifully.

The elves hadn't been alive for a long time, and Al hadn't even thought the nightingale would actually be able to invite them. But these elves were just as he imagined, cold and haughty, and usually silent, and it was difficult to see any other movement than meditating and caring for unicorns. Aside from the occasional exchange with the Dark Elves, Al hadn't even seen them speak.

They are supposed to be neutrals, but they are more emotionally biased towards the Dark Elves, after all, the Dark Elves share the same blood as them.

The relationship between the truly tricky Dark Elves and the Holy Cult Army has been going on for hundreds of years, and the blood feud between them is too great to describe even for three days and three nights. Even if the current Holy Cult Army relies on the protection of the north, even if the dark elves who came this time are the "Moonlight" clan and other clans close to him.

But just like dry firewood meets fire, as soon as the dark elves and the Holy Sect military master meet, a lot of conflicts erupt. Even if the high-level leaders of both sides have repeatedly restrained each other, mutual provocations and battles between dark elves and holy cult followers have always occurred from time to time, causing large-scale chaos and conflict.

And Al has been tired of dealing with similar incidents in the past few days, and he must be careful to try to be fair and reasonable, so as not to damage the interests and dignity of either party, and not to hurt the harmony of the two parties, it can be said that he is exhausted and exhausted.

He is like a careful tailor, trying to stitch together two pieces of fabric of different colors, sizes and materials, not only not to be inconsistent in length, but also to make them look good, and the difficulties can be imagined.

"I won't say that the past should be treated as if it was over, after all, history is not like autumn leaves, blown away without a trace when the wind blows, what has happened is what has happened, and the scars caused remain in the heart, and will still remind us with pain. Al was silent for a moment before speaking.

His expression was serious, as if he wanted to emphasize his sincerity. "If you want to heal this wound and heal this wound, the best medicine is time, but unfortunately, what we lack now is time. ”

"I have enough evidence that the dark mages have appeared, and they have even taken over the country by various means. Imagine that, guys, with the support of the entire nation's resources, their research in the dark arts must have advanced by leaps and bounds over time. ”

"While we are still arguing and even fighting over the past, maybe a new, bloody, cruel, weird and terrifying black magic has been studied. ”

"But sometimes, maybe next year, maybe next month, maybe tomorrow, the tragedy that happened in the Silver Moon Forest is likely to happen again. ”

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