In the depths of the elven palace, in a secret room, a wooden oval table was placed in the center of the room, and on the main seat sat the elven king Al with a serious face, and on both sides of the lower head sat Master Benjamin who squinted as if he was about to fall asleep, and the frowning druid elders, and at the bottom sat several druid elders and elven elders.

On the gorgeous wooden table, at this time, there was a pile of rusty iron swords that exuded an ominous aura, stained with dark red old bloodstains, and even if they lost their master, the evil dark aura was still like a hidden volcano, ready to erupt at any time. Next to the long sword is a pile of discarded pieces of broken iron, not only with a little rust marks on it, but also as if it has been hit by countless blows, no one will ask for it if it is thrown on the side of the road, and the broken iron pieces that are not even worth returning to the furnace are placed on the gorgeous round table like a treasure, and all the elves and druid powerhouses are looking at these two things with serious eyes.

"That's all the stuff in Mr. Cang's body, isn't it?" asked the serious fairy secretary sitting in a small chair in a deep voice that didn't look like an elf.

"Yes, after Mr. Allen, Mr. Claw and the little princess came out of it, the dark aura finally decreased to the extent that the goblins could barely enter, in general, Mr. Cang has begun to heal himself, and the tree hole has begun to slowly shrink, I believe that the damage caused by time will slowly recover, fortunately, we can still sense that Mr. Cang's consciousness still exists, but he has fallen into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption. In the deepest part of the tree, we found this pile of metal fragments, apparently caused by the shattering of the precious metal and the magical armor created by skilled craftsmen. The dark aura in the fragment has completely escaped, leaving only an insignificant trace, and after we moved the fragment, through the efforts of many companions, we finally pieced together the prototype of the fragment, which is the original picture we pieced together from the fragment. Sophie coughed lightly, cleared her throat in a pretentious manner, and spoke at length in a crisp tone, as clear as broken jade, so that even a dull statement would not bore the listener.

Then, the goblin skillfully used a magic, and the light and shadow on the fragments continued to shake between the fluctuations, and then the light and shadow formed a hopeless cold armor, only to see that the black armor was covered with rust and blood stains, and the helmet was in the shape of sharp horns undulating downward, and in the middle was a black hollow, and the joints of the whole body were countless spikes, some of which had even been broken, but the dried blood stains on the spikes told how many bloody battles this black armor had experienced, and it had been fighting in the sea of corpses and blood so far, and each broken spike seemed to be a badge that the armor had survived the battle and survived to this day。

In the Dao, the elders present are the existence of countless wars, even after countless years of peace, they have only temporarily put away their claws and longbows, but they can show their weapons to the enemy at any time as long as they need to, and a short rest is just to recuperate, but any enemy who thinks they have been lazy and corrupt will be met head-on.

However, this is how the elders who have experienced countless battles and spent all kinds of joys and sorrows in a slow time, while seeing this armor, they were surprised to take a deep breath, and many elders even rubbed their eyes in frustration, stood on the table with their hands and bent over, trying to get closer to observe whether this armor was the existence that made countless people tremble as they thought.

"Lancelot......" an old voice whispered, as if a great magician had uncovered the last of the mysterious black cloth and revealed the answer to a mystery that no one could have imagined.

Many people sat on their chairs as if their backbones had been pulled out when they heard this name, and some elders even trembled, even if it was just a harmless projection in front of them, but when they thought of the battle of that year, the invincible legends, everyone still had awe, and fear that they didn't want to admit.

"Those two teenagers...... Defeated the Death Knight Lancelot?" another voice said, but the tone was deeply unbelievable, some things, even if the facts were in front of them, were still unbelievable.

"The shattering marks are clearly recent, and although there are countless scars, large and small, the key blow that caused the shattering was only inflicted in the last few days, and the armor was indeed recently shattered. Sophie said with certainty that although no dwarves are good at identifying equipment, almost all of the equipment logistics in the forest are in charge of goblins, and this level of judgment is quite credible.

"Leaving this aside, why is Lancelot's armor in Mr. Cang's body?, don't you elves know about it at all?" asked a druid elder questioningly, after all, such a necromantic creature has existed in Mr. Cang's body and in the territory of the elves for so long, it is hard to believe that the elves are completely unaware.

"The big one?? After the war, Mr. Cang was seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep, and the battle at that time was extremely chaotic, and countless legendary powerhouses were besieging Mr. Cang, so we really don't know that Lancelot not only hurt Mr. Cang at that time, but even trapped himself inside. King El said with certainty, don't be kidding, if you know that it is Lancelot inside, even if it may cause irreparable serious injuries to Mr. Cang, King El will definitely recruit all the strong people to bombard Lancelot to death, and no one can bear the consequences of releasing such a necromantic powerhouse.

"But didn't the successor Pope of the Temple after the war check all the people involved in the war to make sure that no one was infected by necromantic creatures, how could such a strong man be missed?" said another druid, standing up.

"We believe that, on the one hand, Lancelot himself fell into a deep sleep because he was seriously injured, so the necromantic reaction was quite weak, and on the other hand, it was because Mr. Cang's size was too big, and Lancelot's attack was too deep, so the temple could not detect any reaction. King El replied helplessly, even if the druid was so aggressive, he could only bear it obediently, and he didn't know who called this matter so important

Everyone immediately quarreled about this, in fact, everyone knew that this matter was really not to blame the elves, but the awakening of Lancelot really shocked them, so everyone was actually a little speechless in panic.

"Why did Lancelot wake up when he fell into a deep sleep, did something wake him up?" said a low voice.

Suddenly, the entire conference room changed from a noisy sundries market in the early morning to a lonely graveyard under the crescent moon, which was extremely quiet.

"Hello. The leprechaun sneezed crisply, and Sophie looked around uneasily, but although the sound was heard throughout the room, no one paid any attention to it.

At the same time, they thought of a possibility, a possibility that scared them so much that they couldn't even think about it.

"Arthur...... Coming back?" King Al said in a voice with mixed emotions, if Arthur really returned, then surely the first to suffer would be the elven kingdom, and the elves originally had a relatively long growth cycle, although they had a long lifespan, but it was relatively difficult to give birth, which was completely different from the human beings who were easy to grow and grow. Therefore, even though the human race has barely recovered after decades of recuperation, the other three races, especially the longest-lived elven race, have not yet come out of the shadow of the war, and the King of El was only the youngest prince in the war at that time.

"Arthur...... If this guy really dares to step into this continent one more step, we will definitely do our best to destroy him this time and make him pay the price for the atrocities of the war back then. An unusually hoarse voice said, the one who spoke sat under Master Benjamin, half of his face was scorched, and some black knife marks could be seen everywhere on the exposed skin, this elven elder was one of the few people who fought at the forefront of the original war, and finally survived, in terms of seniority, there was almost no one present who could compare with him except for Master Benjamin and the head of the druid elders. However, the original war finally made the elf elders pay the price, if it is an ordinary scar, as long as there is an advanced healing technique, it can almost be removed without leaving a scar, however, the traces after being burned by the evil black fire can not be eliminated for a lifetime, the elf elder has survived countless battles, but the scorch marks on his body like black fire can never be removed.

However, what is unusual is that even after being so badly injured in the original war, the tone of the elven elder is not only resentful, but also a fear that cannot be concealed, and the threatening words are not so much to boost morale as to hypnotize themselves.

There was no one on the scene who responded to the elder's words, if he could kill Arthur so easily, he would have killed him in the great battle, how could he wait until this time.

"So didn't I say that the passage is opening faster than you think, and if we don't join forces soon, we won't necessarily have the same luck this time as last time. A calm, old voice said.

Everyone immediately turned to the old man who spoke up, Master Benjamin, magicians are quite strange beings on this continent, and there are even many people who believe that the original magicians actually came out of other dimensions, and only later gradually taught magic in the local continent.

The Council of Magic, on the other hand, was established long before the First World War, when legendary mages often moved between the upper echelons of the clans, but not many people liked them.

Because they always bring bad news, and the worst part is that they are always right.