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Hearing the cold interrogation of the Ofascists, the commoners were distraught and secretly worried about the princess. The nobles cursed themselves and got confused to join in the struggle at the top, praying that Her Royal Highness the princess would not react too aggressively. Ramsilele and Willett broke out in a cold sweat, thinking about the worst-case scenario. Hora was unresponsive, the unicorn's social structure was so far removed from the elves that he didn't quite understand what was in front of him.

The only thing not to worry about was Vlamir, the owner of the MONOCULUS had said that he would make Drusilia the main target of the plan, and he watched with interest the princess's response. It doesn't matter if the princess is scared to cry or rushes up to give the high priest a fat beating, Vlamir has a backup plan.

Drusilia took a deep breath and slowed her heartbeat. "I ......" all the elves pulled their hearts to their throats.

“...... Of course, I have no intention of disobeying the ruling, and I will defend the sanctity of the Elven Law with my life, the most princess of Garanord. ”

The nobles breathe a sigh of relief, while the commoners look at the unicorn and the monoculus, to kick out their new friends who have just sung together.

"But!" said Drusilia's turn of words, and she was not afraid to make solemn eye contact with the High Priest.

"We didn't make any deals, and the unicorn clan has requested to join the Tiya Forest, which requires the judgment of the clan king. The secular is to the secular, the religious is to the faith, the temple can use dogma to oppose foreign trades, and the royal family can exercise diplomatic and subordinate powers. Is this the law written by you and my father at the time of the "Kingdom Recall" in Tia Forest, and the temple intended to violate the teachings of the Lord of the Rites?

Strict observance of the law is also one of the realms of faith of the Lord of Ceremonies, the princess hit the vital point of the temple, and the high priest of the ocscist was silent.

Seeing that the priests had no intention of giving way, Drusilia simply turned and shouted to the elves, "The procession continues!" Ramsilele was the first to shout, and the music continued to fly, the petals still fluttering, and the mighty procession then squirmed forward, leaving behind the angry group of priests.

"Patriarch......" The priests wondered about the silence of the High Priest. Ofascist said in a deep voice: "Go back, since you have lost the initiative in this round, don't be reluctant." Learn your lesson and start the round all over again. This time, I'm going to deal with that dragon ...... directly."

......

"I'm sorry to upset the two distinguished guests, the temple and the royal family have some ...... Divergent opinions. ”

"No, no," Vlamile smiled kindly, "I am amazed by your wisdom. "Just as his master had judged.

"Thank you for the compliment, the palace is ahead. ”

Hearing this, Vlamir began to tidy up, brushing off the petals and streamers stuck to his head. Estimating the duration of [Eagle Radiance], it was time to use another bottle of charm potion. However, this was incomprehensible to the elves: MONOCULUS reached into its mouth with its tentacles, pulled out a bottle of crimson liquid, uncorked it and drank it, and swallowed the empty bottle...... Why bother?

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The elders don't actually see old from a human perspective, and the elves only grow a light beard, which is basically meticulously trimmed. Even in the twilight years, there are few wrinkles, and judging the approximate grade of an elf depends on the luster of color and the clarity of the eyes. The High Priest of Ofascism, who is 92o years old but still in his middle-aged form, is said to be a miracle of Nierron's favor with the Patriarch of the Rituals, but tonight, the Elders are urgently invited by the Elven King on the grounds that a holy tribe capable of performing healing miracles has asked to join the Tia Forest.

All the elders stood on the spiral steps at the entrance to the royal court, which overlooked the square with a panoramic view. From time to time, they watched the Elven King who was waiting with his eyes closed, and then exchanged glances with each other, but all they got was the same doubt. It seems that whether it was a bad joke or a strange scheme, it was an urgent operation, and no one heard the news. Even more strange was the refusal of all the priests to attend.

Someone needs to come forward and find out. Eyes eventually converged on Elder Anardo, the oldest member of the council other than the High Priest, and the leader of a neutral faction, with a mild-mannered personality, good manners, and a certain amount of prestige.

"What the hell are we waiting for?" the elders agreed that the unicorn was just a pretext.

"Patience is the greatest virtue of life. Anando, this is the old saying you often quote to mediate my dispute with the High Priest. The Elven King replied indifferently.

Elder Anador retreated. It wasn't long before the rousing melody of the Arramin wafted from afar, followed by a huge amount of footsteps and talking, sounding as if an army was charging. As the team turned the corner, the unicorn and the MONOCULUS made the elders gasp. The elders are no calmer than civilians in witnessing the creatures in fairy tales.

The princess walked up the stairs in the crowd of her compatriots, and the elf king gently took her daughter's arm. Feeling the temperature on her father's palm, Drusilia knew that she was checking on the injury, so she gave the Elf King a reassuring smile.

The elven king asked his daughter to stand at his side, raised his arms and palms pressed down, and the elves stopped making noise.

"Tonight! Because of the presence of the two guests, joy and peace have once again enveloped the green capital!" the voice of the elven king was particularly loud because of the architectural form of the square, and Tia's craftsmen knew how to gather the sound early on.

"Welcome! Vlamir, servant of the dragon, Overseer of the Magic Eye. Welcome! Moonlit Holy Spirit, Hora Whitemane. The cheers and applause woke the elders, who reluctantly looked away from Hora's crystal clear purple pupils. Most of the elders show the etiquette of welcome, and there is no shortage of warm, of course, to the unicorns.

"It's an honor, Your Majesty. Vlamir bent over and Hora bent down his right front hoof. "My master, the golden dragon Resatos Flame, has commanded me to come with kindness and sincerity to secure a shelter for the unicorn clan and form a racial alliance with the elven royal family!"

There was an uproar, and many elves had just learned the news that a group of unicorns were about to settle in the forest!

Hora decided to speak, and while language is not a unicorn's strong point, it does involve the survival of the race. "The king of the elves, a race of unicorns and the forest in symbiosis. On behalf of 734 adult unicorns and 21o foals, I request to join the Tia Forest. ”

"The Tia Forest is not a pure paradise, and we are also facing human aggression. ”

"Unicorns are not creatures that can only be admired. Hora raised her front hooves and slammed them down.

"Bang!" The stone slabs within a radius of two Sami within a radius of Hora all cracked, and the shockwaves spread through the square, shaking even the elven kings and elders on the steps.

"Our fur is not your average sword to tear, our hooves to crush steel armor and shields, our horns to heal wounds. Even newborn foals can run freely in the forest, and the spells of adult unicorns can keep the evil ones hidden. In the name of nature, the elves give the land, and the unicorns give loyalty and friendship. Your home is our home, and your enemies are our enemies. Neither the war nor the years will fade the covenant!"

Drusilia looked nervously at her father, as did the other elves, hoping that the king's next move would be to cheer them on.

The elders were dissatisfied. In fact, judging from the unicorn alone, I have long agreed that such a beautiful and powerful life is the identification of elves. But first, the unicorn has a relationship with the dragon, and the dragon has a relationship with the temple. Second, they were annoyed by the Elven King's bypassing council and receiving him directly, and as was customary, he should gather information slowly, and then hold a meeting for three or five months, agreeing to meet for another three or five months to discuss the covenant......

An elder stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this matter should be carefully considered. ”

Drusilia glared angrily, and tens of thousands of elves turned to the elder at the same time, countless dissatisfied eyes falling on him. The elders were silent, they had never fought against the joys and sorrows of the elves in front of so many of their compatriots.

The Elven King descended the steps and stood in front of Hora. "In the name of the royal family of Garanord, I am here exercising diplomatic power. Hora Whitemane, I promise to give unicorns and elves equal rights and dignity, and as long as unicorns do not turn their backs on elves, you can come and go freely in the Tiya Forest. ”

Hora was ecstatic and cried out, "I will defend the Tia Forest with my life, and I will defend the oath!"

"Who wants to be a witness?"

Vlamir stepped out of the crowd: "On behalf of the great plane merchant, the Flame Mage, I am here to witness. ”

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The elves are now cold, and no one has spoken after the Demon Eye Governor has spoken, and usually this sacred oath is fulfilled by the priests of the Lord of the Rituals, but everyone has chosen to forget the temple. The identities of the other elves were not enough, and it seemed that their eyes were focused on the elders again.

Cold sweat broke out on Elder Anardo's forehead, this was the dissatisfaction of the Elven King, and the clan king used this way to show the authority and influence of the royal family, directly driving the elders to a dead end. In a dry voice, he said, "I testify." ”

"I testify. ”

"I testify. ”

......

The Elven King shouted, "The oath has been made!"

"I mention yì, every ten years today, as a Midsummer Night's Day, a grand procession is held!"

The applause and cheers soared into the sky, and Drusilia could finally laugh, feeling that she had finally taken a solid step forward for the elves' counterattack.