Morare's provocative words made the ten royal paladins who accompanied the king behind him angry, but Ling Yue stopped them with his eyes, and the young supreme leader of the Holy Order looked directly at the provocative gaze of the Great Chief, and replied calmly: "I assure you in the name of the saints of the goddess that we have no intention of swallowing it for selfishness! ”

"Okay, then just gather the magic stone and give it to our archwizard to use!The magic stone of Cantel contains the destructive power of Hades, and the god of war we believe in is the brother of Hades, so it is most appropriate to hand over the magic stone to us to use!" Molarley shouted rudely as he looked around, his ally Minotaur Chief sitting on his right nodded in agreement, the Dwarven King on his left bowed his head and remained silent, the High Priest of Lingyue was expressionless, and the human king Boromo trembled and was at a loss.

"If you want to use the power of the magic stone, then you naturally have to rely on powerful magic, Lord Morare, what the great wizard in your mouth knows is just some shaman's cursed witchcraft, can that also be considered magic?" Sitting at the head of the human king, the elf king Tramis, who had been quietly watching the changes, raised his white-haired shawl head at this time, stared at the orc chief with a pair of feminine blue eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a faint mockery: "It is better to hand over the magic stone to our powerful elven wizard, only in this way can the magic of the magic stone be brought into full play!" Morare glared at the Elven King angrily, opening his mouth but not speaking, he knew that Tramis was right, the elves were experts when it came to magic.

"The Cantel Magic Stone contains dark magic, and it is difficult to use its power to the fullest without using black magic. Since Charling's death. Can any of the elven white magicians do this?" a cold voice quietly drifted into everyone's ears, causing those present to shiver. The smug Elven King glanced back at the Grey Elf King Gerros, who was sitting below him, and was expelled for obsessing with dark magic. And with the elves of the years of invasion of the compatriots hated and jealous, but Gerros turned a blind eye to him, and said coldly: "If you want to use the power of black magic, who dares to compete with us?"

"Give the magic stone to the gray elves, then you might as well give it to the vampires!" the dwarf king Rakin blew his beard and glared, and the gray elf king glanced at him gloomily, as if out of fear of the gray elf assassin, the dwarf king snorted and chirped.

The scene was at an impasse for a moment, and several lords kept their heads down and remained silent. Each with his own little calculations, King Boromo looked up at the chief priest, hoping that he would come up with an idea, but Lingyue didn't seem to have any good solutions, the six races had been incompatible for a long time, although there had been no large-scale war for a long time, but the appearance of the gods, open and secret battles still happened every day, and it was obviously much more difficult than he imagined to unite them.

"Kaede!"

A young royal paladin with short blond hair walked quickly to the High Priest when he heard the sound. He watched him with his brown alert eyes.

"Haven't heard from His Excellency Duke Huntell yet?"

Before the Royal Paladin's vice-captain Feng Ling could answer, the high-pitched voice of the attendant came from outside the hall: "Lord Duke Huntel has arrived!" Before the words fell, a white light flashed, and a black-haired man in a purple robe flashed beside the vice-captain. The huge amethyst on the head of the dark brown wand in his hand shone brightly, and the young nobleman with a steady demeanor scanned the expressions of the people around him with his right eye, which was not covered by bangs, and there was a sly smile hidden under the expression of not being angry: "Lords. I'm late, rude!"

"Duke. You're finally back!" The human king couldn't help but rise from his throne as if he had found his backbone. Spread your hands to the Duke. Ever since the death of the founding monarch Geist five years ago, Duke Hunt has become the only person he can rely on, and only when the Duke is by his side, this human monarch who is only seventeen or eighteen years old can regain the self-confidence that a king should have.

"Your Majesty, please sit in peace!" the Duke of Hunter politely stepped forward to calm the agitated king, lest he lose his temper in front of the other lords. He watched as the king sat his trembling body back in place, raised his head and looked at the chief priest, and in the eyes of his childhood friend, he saw melancholy and unease, and he knew that Ling Yue could not deal with these treacherous and cunning lords, and that was supposed to be his job.

He did not inquire about the progress of the situation, but looked around at the lords and said aloud, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just returned from the ivory tower, and I have already established contact with my teacher, Master Constantine Nolan, and he has something to say to you. After he finished speaking, he lightly slammed the amethyst wand on the soft red carpet, and the amethyst on the head of the wand shot a dazzling beam of light, projected on the table in front of the lords, and the round table covered with golden tablecloth reflected the kind and solemn face of an old man with crane hair like a mirror: "Lords here, I am the founder of the ivory tower, Konstantin Nolan, I think you must have understood everything, and according to the latest reports of astrology, we are only forty-five days away from disaster. I know that the lords have doubts, so you might as well send the fragments of the magic stone to the ivory tower, and I will take care of them myself, and when everything is calm, I will return the original thing!"

The lords pondered for a moment, and felt that it was also a solution, they were willing to believe in the ivory tower, after all, it was the largest magic research institution on the continent, independent of all races, but open its doors to magicians of all races, it was a symbol of wisdom, faithfulness and fraternity, and was recognized and trusted by everyone for more than three hundred years. After receiving the approval of the lords, Duke Hunter and the High Priest of Lingyue glanced at each other, the former seeing relief and the latter seeing confidence.

"I know that the lords will definitely focus on the overall situation, and the second thing I want to say to you now is still related to the magic stone, that is, to use the full power of the magic stone, we still lack a fragment!" Nolan's words made the lords present feel incredulous, and the elf king Tramis asked with a surprised face: "What did you say? Isn't the fragment of the magic stone one for each race, exactly six? The first king told me this before he died, isn't it right?"

"No, there are actually seven pieces of magic stones. At the end of the race war, after conquering the Divine Domain of Dusk, the six major clans divided the magic stone. One of the pieces was lost due to the collapse when it was divided, due to the chaos of the scene. People didn't pay attention and mistakenly thought there were only six pieces. In fact, the last piece was brought back to the cave by the flying dragon on the dragon wasteland, and a number of surviving rangers who returned from their expedition to the dragon cave said that they had seen the magic stone fragments in the resting place of the Wyvern King in the depths of the cave, "The old man's tone became solemn and abnormal, and before the words could be spoken, the people present had already gasped, "So, we must go to the Grubas Cave to retrieve the magic stone fragments!"

The Dwarven King jumped up and exclaimed, "Grubas Cave, what are you kidding? That's the land of dragons." There are only monsters, carnage, and death!"

The Elven King also fell on the back of his chair with a pale face, and sighed: "It is impossible for us to break through the Gorubas Cave, even if all the warriors of the six clans rush forward, we will not be able to kill all the dragons, this is an impossible task at all. The Grey Elf King lowered his head and was silent, and the Orc Chief Morare and the Minotaur Chief Rudos looked at each other, also with a look of embarrassment.

"You're right. The Grubas Cave is indeed a hell on earth, but you seem to have ignored what I just said......" Nolan's voice lifted everyone's spirits again, and they recalled Nolan's words and heard his voice echo in their ears: "I just said. There have been many rangers who have gone to the Wyvern Cave and survived......"

"Ranger, you mean, let's rely on the power of the Ranger?" the Elven King seemed to see a glimmer of hope, knowing that Nolan would not make such a suggestion if he was not sure. In the group of rangers, who are both good and evil, elves occupy a large proportion. Many good elven mages and warriors are reluctant to join magical societies or knights out of their free nature. Leaving the forest to wander and become a ranger and bard, the Elven King is no stranger to these people.

Konstantin Nolan replied in the affirmative, but the words of the Grey Elf King were like a basin of cold water, once again extinguishing the faint fire that was swaying in people's hearts: "Where do we go to find those rangers whose whereabouts are uncertain? This kind of thing is not something that any second- or third-rate minor character can do, if it is handed over to someone who is not competent, everyone will be buried in it!"

"Leave this to my student Hunter Ness, who was also a member of the Rangers. All the lords need to cooperate with his actions, may the light of wisdom bless you, goodbye!" Nolan's image disappeared, and all eyes fell on the face of Duke Hunttle, who was unhurried, turned back to the door of the hall and said aloud, "Please come in!"

The golden door suddenly opened, a tall and slender figure entered, the waterfall-like snow-colored long hair brought him a kind of elf-like handsomeness and ease, between the eyebrows revealed a poet-like faint melancholy, if there were ladies on the spot, it would definitely attract their obsessive eyes and exclamations, and the chic temperament exuded around his body overshadowed the handsome elf king.

With an elegant and calm light step, the elf walked up to the Duke of Hunttle, his sharp gaze swept over the people present, and the undisguised unruly coldness swept through his green eyes, which made these lords who were used to being revered feel angry, but seeing the majestic face of Duke Hunter beside him, they still suppressed the displeasure in their hearts for the time being, they did not want to provoke this proud protégé of Constantine Nolan.

"Your Majesty, lords, let me introduce to you, this is the Elven Ranger Sgunel Qinglong, the backbone member of the Falcon Ranger Alliance, and a high-ranking member of the Bounty Hunters Guild, he and the thousands of outstanding rangers in the alliance will add a heavy weight to our success in capturing the magic stone!"

Duke Hunter's confident introduction didn't seem to add much confidence to the faces of the lords, most of them were prejudiced against the rangers and were full of distrust, and then looking at the green dragon's thin body and seemingly weak appearance, the strong half-orcs, minotaurs and dwarves were full of disdain at first, the gray elf king was also full of resistance to him because of his disagreement, and the elf king was displeased because of his arrogance.

"Hey, Mr. Ranger, since our Lord Duke trusts you so much, tell us about your plans, how many centaurs are you going to have, how do you slaughter the wyvern in the cave, with the bow on your back, or with the sword at your waist?"

Before he could finish speaking, the wall a few steps behind the human king suddenly burst open, and a black monster ignored the rain of rubble sprinkled by the broken wall bricks, and roared through the wall, wearing a black battle helmet, wearing hard iron armor, a pitch-black cloak on its shoulders, but no legs at all on its lower body, and a pair of sharp steel claws swooped straight at King Poromo.

The royal paladin swarmed up, blocking the advance of the demon knight with a strong shield, the holy sword in his hand shone with golden light, and the sharp blade slashed at the demon knight's body, but it could not penetrate its hard armor for a while, the demon roared, spun in place at high speed, and blew a cold yin wind to force the paladins around him to retreat, only to hear a scream that tore through the air, a silver light flew between the two paladins, shooting into the whirlwind, the violent yin wind stopped abruptly, the demon that was hit staggered backwards, a white shadow swept over the paladin's head, and a second silver light flew out of the air, and the demon was repelled again, The elven ranger who landed stood in front of the paladins, and shot the bow for the third time, and when the bowstring sounded, the silver meteor penetrated the throat of the demon knight, nailing it firmly to the wall of the hall, and a golden light shot from behind the green dragon to the demon, quietly listening to the last sorrowful cry of the demon in his ears, the green dragon looked back at Ling Yue, who killed the demon with holy light, skillfully carried the longbow on his body, and pulled out the silver elf sword at his waist.

"Please stay and take care of Your Majesty and the lords," Duke Hunter watched the figure of the green dragon disappear from the hole in the wall, and turned back to tell Ling Yue, "That demon is extraordinary, the green dragon must have discovered something, I want to go with him to see!" After saying that, his staff tapped the ground and disappeared in a white light, Ling Yue glanced back at the surprised gaze on the faces of the lords, and quietly glanced at the royal paladin Feng Ling, the untimely uneasiness and apprehension in his eyes cast a shadow on Ling Yue's expression.

......

The bursting flames burned several men in black to charcoal, and Duke Hunter looked around, except for the Paladins and the palace guards, all that was left was dead bodies and mottled blood stains on the walls, and there was no trace of enemies in the corridors. He walked into the secret chamber of the palace that had been blasted open by the assassins, stepped past the corpses of several men in black, and came to the treasure chest containing the fragments of the Cantel magic stone, and carefully opened the chest, and a black crystal fragment that exuded a piercing chill appeared in front of him. He let out a long sigh of relief, and took out the fragments and kept them on his body, but his heart was still foggy, who sent these assassins, their goal did not seem to be just to assassinate the king, but to capture the magic stone was their main task, was it just a coincidence that the mastermind behind the scenes chose to rob the magic stone at this time......?