Mu En's so-called 'bright muscles' will naturally not be a simple military parade, or a few threatening words will be over, it will be too light, and after all, he is not afraid of death and wants to touch his bottom line.

So, everything has to be called up with blood, death, and mountains of bones, or more accurately...... Fear.

Inside the Council Chamber.

Mu En sat on the main seat, slowly opened the golden scroll in front of him, his eyes were lowered, his expression was focused, and he seemed to be watching very seriously, but when he looked closely, his eyes were a little fluttering.

Sitting on both sides of the long table were the important ministers of the Igor family, and also Mu En's right-hand man, including the chief ministers of the military and political series, who were straight and silent, only occasionally looking at Mu En from the corner of their eyes, as if they were observing something and waiting for something.

And at the end of the long table, at the other end sat an old mountain dwarf, as the Grand Elder of Stratos, Gregory lived old enough and had seen enough, he once thought that he could look down on life and not fear life and death.

But at this moment, he felt the tension he had not felt for a long time, although he was sitting on the high-backed chair, he unconsciously tensed his body, and his lush snow-white beard obscured his expression, but the occasional leaking gaze showed the apprehension in his heart.

Yes, he can't help but be nervous.

Because the man on the other side was holding the descending letter offered by the mountain dwarves, and the survival of Stratos, the life and death of countless dwarves, were all tied to the thought of the man opposite.

It has to be said that it is a very sad thing to entrust the survival of a clan to the mercy of an outsider, but Gregory knows that he has no choice, and neither do the mountain dwarves, in fact, in this era, the weak have no choice.

Time passed slowly, and in the anxious waiting, Gregory only felt that a moment seemed as long as ten thousand years, and every breath seemed to be tormenting, but he had to suppress his almost irrepressible heartbeat and wait silently.

After more than ten minutes, Mu En seemed to have finally finished reading, and he slowly raised his head and said his decision.

"I accept this book!"

For a moment in the room, even the sound of breathing was inaudible, as if everyone was digesting the words, and in an emergency, Gregory jumped up, because the speed was too fast, the crook of the high-backed chair slid backwards, rubbed against the hard ground, and made a 'stinging' screeching sound, which made everyone present frown slightly.

However, Gregory couldn't care about this, and he immediately said, "Grand Duke Muen, since you agreed, then please ......"

"Hmph!" Before he could finish his words, Eliad snorted coldly, his eyes squinting at him, as if he was jumping with anger.

"Huh?" Gregory's face froze, he looked up at Eliad, then at the others, and finally fell silent, and after about three or five breaths, he moved again.

I saw him take two steps back, widen some distance, and bow to Mu En, and after doing enough courtesy, he said: "My king is above, Stratos is almost unable to support it, and the mountain dwarves are under threat of death, please have mercy on these humble people." ”

This series of movements is not very long, but Gregory's movements are slow, very slow, sometimes even with obvious lag, it takes him nearly three minutes to finish his movements, and when he bows down, it seems that the whole person is languishing.

Mu En smiled lightly, waved his hand to get him up, and then said directly: "Brad, Bazel." Where?"

"In!"

On the side, Brad and Bazel stood up almost as if they were electrocuted, because the armor was on their bodies, and the sound of the clash of armor leaves seemed to stain the air with some iron and blood.

"I know the Legion of Glory needs rest right now, but I need you to fight for me. Is it possible?"

"Your will is the result of glory!"

"Alright, the Legion of Glory is divided into two halves, half marching on Stratos and the other half sweeping away the Orc Legion. Remember, killing is always with me, and I don't want to take prisoners. ”

"Whoa!"

"Aso, I want you to prepare enough food, potions, weapons, armor, and all other baggage. ”

"Yes!"

"Xiazuo, I need to forge the Bright Gate to Stratos in the shortest possible time. ”

"Yes!"

"Carey, Victor, I need the Mage Tower to cooperate with the patrol battalion to sweep Ilmassu City, I don't like that there are so many filthy rats in my territory?"

"Do your bidding!"

"Your Majesty Ilyad, please Guardian Legion to strike and clear the Rose Realm of all instability. ”

"It's my pleasure!"

In the end, Mu En nodded slightly in the void and said, "Your Excellency Cookie, I'm sorry for you!"

What's the trouble, Mu En didn't say, but everyone here understood, and only heard a voice echoing in mid-air: "Haha, just you kid can call people!"

In the aftermath, a group of people came out, and the task was naturally arranged, and that was the busy time.

Gregory looked at the door, watching the last man's back disappear, a little unable to react, this speed was so fast, so fast that he was a little suspicious that the other party had already hit Stratos's idea.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, if the mountain dwarf clan didn't have the value of making the other party's heart move, perhaps, he would be even more troubled at this time.

When there were only two people left in the room, Mu En turned his head to look at the old dwarf and said slowly: "Don't worry, I will use the bones and lives of the enemy to forge the wall of the Rose Collar, and I will make some people dare not covet it." ”

"I believe, because you are Muen, Lord of the Hill Dwarves, King of the Rose Lord, and you are the legend of tomorrow. The old dwarf bowed and said, "Allow me to return to Stratos, where I will witness this war." ”

"Good!"

Scorched hell, the land of the wilderness.

His Majesty the Throne of the Violent Hurricane Lan Rose showed his huge body a thousand meters away, the golden armor was flawless again, he stepped on the earth, looked up at the sky, and his steel-like solemn and majestic face actually carried a little emotion and a little sigh.

The war in the Scorched Earth Hell is not easy, and the establishment of each city is even more difficult, they have paid a lot, and the Viku Continent has paid even more, but they have done it in the end.

At this point in the plan, it is time for everything to come to fruition.

All around him, one king after another revealed his true body, or knotted, or elegant, or bobbing his head, or peerless elegance, each throne has its own characteristics, but there is the ultimate majesty.

As the kings of the other world, they unscrupulously showed their power in the bottomless abyss, which was almost a provocation to the Abyssal Will of the Red Fruit Fruit, so thunder and lightning, and magma torrents were rolling around them non-stop, but they never entered their bodies.

Looking down and looking around, His Majesty Rose Ranrose's gaze swept over everyone present, until it finally stopped at a throne.

The throne was slender and covered in black armor, standing there inconspicuously, as if instinctively forgotten, and his face was even more indistinct.

This one is His Majesty the Demon Slayer's Throne.

Slowly, with an inexplicable heaviness, His Majesty Lanrose spoke, and he said, "Your Majesty the Demon Slayer, Stephen, my friend, you ...... Is it really decided?"