Sir Swart, after listening for a few minutes, stood up and responded.

He spoke calmly and politely to the elves. But between the lines, the knights made it clear that they would rather die than hand over the dragon god's secret treasure.

The singer understood the uncompromising stance expressed in these flowery words, and he hesitated for a moment, then decided to get up and respond.

He only said one word, which made all the observers stand up.

"So, Sir Swart. "The elves declare that from this moment on, we officially declare war!"

Humans and elves all rushed towards the secret treasure of the Chest Dragon God placed in front of the Holy White Stone, and the white mist inside swirled silently.

Swart kept shouting, tapping the hilt of his sword against the table in an attempt to restore order.

The Chancellor said a few words to his son in Elvish, and finally order was restored.

The whole atmosphere was sunk in the rain and the wind was all over the building, and Swart spoke, and the singer replied. The Chancellor spoke, and Swart replied.

The dark-skinned sea-begging man couldn't bear it anymore and honestly and unceremoniously criticized the elves. The representative of Sivanasti turned his anger into harsh words. Several knights left the venue and returned to the scene in full gear.

They stood beside Swart, their hands on the hilt of their swords. The elves led by Brother Bo stood up and surrounded their leaders.

Fa Xiu clenched the manuscript in his hand and began to understand that there was no room for him to speak.

Desochov helplessly searched for Elistan. He hoped that the priest would show up, and that Elistan could calm these people down, or else so could Lorana. But where is she?

The elves coldly told him that his friends had no news.

She and her brother disappeared into the wilderness. I shouldn't have left them, Wade thought.

I shouldn't be here. Why, why did this crazy old mage bring me?

Maybe Evan can do something?Wade looked at the mage hopefully, but Evan fell asleep!

"Please, wake up!" Wade pleaded, shaking his hand. "Somebody has to do something!"

At that moment, he heard Sir Swart shouting, "The dragon god's treasure is definitely not yours.

Miss Lolana was going to bring it to us before it sank! you tried to leave it in Atlantis, your own daughter—"

"Don't mention my daughter!" said the chantler in a low, hoarse voice. "I don't have a daughter!"

It was as if some restraint had been broken in Wade's body. The chaotic memories of Lolana's battle with the evil sorcerer who guarded the dragon god's secret treasure resurfaced in his mind.

Lolana fights the dragonman, and Lolana shoots arrows at the white dragon. When he was on the verge of death, it was Lolana who cared for him gently.

She tried so hard to save them, but she didn't expect to be spurned by her own people, after she had sacrificed so much......

"Shut up!" Tesohov shouted as he heard himself rip open his throat. "Shut it all up!

Listen to me!"

He was surprised to find that all the people really fell silent and stared at him.

Now that he had an audience, Wade didn't know what to say to these important people.

But, he knew there were some things he had to say. After all, he thought, it's all my fault, it's me who read about these damned dragon gods' secret treasures.

He swallowed his saliva and walked towards the Holy White Stone, and the two groups of people who were hostile to each other. He felt like he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye as Evan snickered under his hat.

"I-I'm ......" Kand stuttered, not knowing what to say. A sudden inspiration saved him.

"I ask to represent my compatriots. "Present as an advisory representative." ”

The Khandians flicked their horse's tail over their shoulders and stood in front of the dragon god's treasure.

He looked up and could see the huge Holy White Stone. Wade looked at the stone, trembling, and quickly turned his gaze to Swart and the Sunsinger.

Then, Wade knew what he had to do. He began to tremble with fear. He, Wade Bervolt, had never been afraid of anything before!

He could face the dragon unmoved, but what he was going to do next really scared the hell out of him.

His hands were as cold as pinching a snowball without gloves. His tongue seemed to be swollen.

But Wade had already made up his mind that he had to keep talking so that they wouldn't doubt what he was about to do.

"You know what? You've never taken the Kander seriously. Wade began, his voice sounding too sharp and harsh to his ears, "I don't blame you.

I don't think we have a strong sense of responsibility in the first place, and we may be a little too curious—but I ask you, how can you make new discoveries without curiosity.

Wade could see the Sun Singer's face blushing, and even Sir Sa was starting to get angry, and the Kand slowly approached the dragon god's secret treasure.

"We get into a lot of trouble, I think, but that's not intentional, and sometimes, we inadvertently take things that don't belong to us.

But we Kand people know one thing, and Wade started to run fast. He wields speed and dexterity. Dodged every hand that wanted to grab him, and within seconds he got the dragon god's secret treasure.

Faces around him began to blur, and many people opened their mouths wide and screamed and yelled at him.

It was too late.

Wade threw it smoothly, throwing the dragon god's secret treasure towards the huge, shining holy white stone.

The color inside the round, shiny crystal ball swirled excitedly, as if it had been still in the air for a long, long time.

Wade even began to wonder if the Dragon God's Secret Treasure had the power to make him float.

But this was just an illusion in the nervous little minds of the Kanders. The dragon god's secret treasure crashed into the rock, shattering into thousands of pieces of shards.

For a brief moment, a white mist controlled in midair, as if it wanted to reunite.

Then to the white stone prairie soft, the wind with the smell of spring blows it away.

The surroundings were plunged into a terrifying tranquility.

The Kand man stood, calmly looking at the fragment of the dragon god's secret treasure beneath his feet.

"We know one thing," his faint voice said like a needle breaking the terrible silence, "we should fight the dragons, not kill each other. ”

No one moved, no one spoke. Bang.

Chekov fainted.

Almost like a broken treasure of the dragon god, the silence was broken.

Sir Swart and the Sunsinger rushed at Wade at once, one grabbing his right shoulder and the other grabbing his left.

"What good did you do?" Swart's face turned pale, his eyes frantically trembling as he grabbed the hand of the Kander.

"You will make us all die!" the Chancellor's fingers sank into the skin of the Kanders like birds of prey. "You've ruined our only hope!"

"So, he will be the first to die!"

The tall, gloomy-faced Elven nobleman Monk Bo looked down at the kanders in a group, the sword in his hand gleaming.

The Khandians stood between the elven king and the knight, their little faces pale and their expressions full of rebellion.

When he committed this crime, he knew very well that the only punishment was death.

Robert would be upset to see what I did, Wade thought sadly. But at least he'll hear that I'm a heroic sacrifice.

"Come, come, come......" said a sleepy voice. 'No one is going to die!

At least not yet. Brother Bo: Don't wave that hand, it will hurt people. “

Wade saw Evan in the shining armor and crowd around him, and the old mage stretched his waist and stepped over Chekov as he lay unconscious on the ground, slowly walking towards them.

The elves and humans seemed to be connected by an unseen power, and gave him a way.

Lord Boxiu turned to face Aven, he was like an angry beast, the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, and his words were almost like the roar of a beast.

"Be careful, old man, or you'll end up like him!"

"I said don't swing that sword!" said Aven, exasperated, holding out a finger to the sword.

Poshotu wailed and threw away his weapon. He grabbed the hand in which he held the sword and looked at the sword on the ground in disbelief: thorns grew from the hilt!

Evan walked up to him and looked at him angrily.

"You're a good young man, but someone should teach you to respect your elders.

I said I was serious when I put the sword down!!You'll probably listen to me next time!" Aven's vicious gaze turned to the Singer.

"And you, Velotren, have lived for almost two hundred years. Three good children were raised – again, three good children.

Don't talk nonsense to me, humane, you don't have a daughter. You have one, and she's a very good girl. More sensible than her father, she must have inherited her mother's bloodline. Where did I just go?

Oh yes, you raised the half-elf Robert too. You know, Velotren, these four of you might be able to save the world. ”

"Now I want everybody to sit in their seats. Yes, you too, Sir Swart. Come on, Vilotren, I'll help you.

We old men should come together. It's a big fool that you're such a stupid idiot. ”

Evan muttered to himself under his beard, leading the surprised Chanter back to his place.

Wade looked genuinely angry, and no one saw him like this, as if he had to fight against the Chancellor.

It is not unreasonable for the elves to tear their faces with humans at this juncture.

The strength of the human race is gradually declining, and the invasion of the dragon clan is in a dangerous situation, and the ultimate goal of the adventure team's mission is to save this unfavorable situation.

The reason why the singer is so arrogant is not because of how brave and warlike he is, but because of the strength of the elves now.

Even the dwarven representative on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and turned his head to snort coldly at the chanter's words.

The singer's remarks made the atmosphere of the meeting much more solemn, and it seemed that they were about to start fighting each other in the next second.