The martial arts chief clearly spotted the black-haired man's party, he turned sideways, his dark face muscles twisted upward, Char couldn't tell if the other party was laughing or expressing something else.

Behind are the ten thrones, no more, no less, there are no empty seats above, Char hesitated a little, where should he sit for a while?

It's just that most of the housewives are not good-looking, and at the same time as Zorn turned his head, they also turned their eyes together, and the taste of being watched by beautiful women seemed to be good, but the eyes mixed with some complex emotions were intriguing.

Although this time it is said that the army is assembled in the name of "holy war", it is actually a high-sounding and flexible act of "cutting the feudal domain", and all the masters and mothers are victims, and who will give the initiator a good look?

No one spoke on the podium, to be precise, Char was cranky and inattentive, and she didn't hear what the other party was saying...... Feeling a little embarrassed, the martial arts chief was still looking at him, the corners of his mouth were facing him.

Seeing that the black-haired man didn't move, Zon sighed, and he had to repeat the meaning he had just said again - this time Char did know that the other party was trying to call him over.

"In the name of Queen Rose, salute the proud and great "Divine Messenger"!"

With that, he stood with his feet together, his right hand clenched into a fist in front of his chest, and glanced at the still seated mothers with his eyes, reminding the black-haired man of the background behind him—the man realized that perhaps the martial arts master had mistaken the slightest displeasure from the slightly indifferent reaction of the people on the field, so he added this unique etiquette.

Realizing the good intentions of the martial arts master, although Char didn't think much of it in his heart, it just reflected that his sense of existence as a "divine messenger" was really weak and weak......

It is a good habit to take advantage of the situation, Char immediately cooperated with a serious expression, he pretended to be majestic, held his head high and squinted his eyes, and immediately set his eyes on the hostesses in the stands - under the strict social hierarchy, these matriarchs who hold the core of power in the underground city of Gulrolla represent the entire will of the drow elves - there is no doubt.

Rachel was the first to stand up to welcome the mistress, and for her position as an upstart, it was reluctant to hold the position of the third family, and not coming forward to support the "divine messenger" from the "own family" at this time was not a disguised equivalent to giving up the possibility of rising?

Strength and opportunity have both, strength can develop slowly, and time is for Zall. But opportunities are always available but not sought, Barcelona and Evant are two mountains in front, and the strong strength of the other party is far more energetic than their own.

But Rachel wasn't the only one fighting, and Jura Iys was quick to express her stance - this result did not surprise Char, but what surprised him the most was the other one who got up almost at the same time.

Evante.

This kind of performance is equivalent to the second and third families standing faintly behind their fake "divine messengers", and under the leadership of the two of them, except for the still reserved Barcelo mistress, everyone else stood up one after another.

Char is also not entangled in the First Family, as the spokesperson of the Queen of Spiders, King's Landing Gullora is already the trend of the times, because the main mothers cannot confront the goddess head-on. But Rose's temperament naturally won't actually bring him any help, that is to say, all the accumulation of contacts and the operation of relationships have to rely on themselves.

And the housewives are naturally not reconciled, they will not make any big moves on the surface, and they will always engage in some small conspiracy in order to protect their own interests - Char always feels cold behind her back.

With these three high matrimonies in formation, soon there were more drows on the throne, and behind them, the relatively weak mistresses also began to express their allegiance - no matter what their hearts really thought, a superficial bow was necessary.

The black-haired man stepped forward, his metal armor thumping on the ground like a provocative war drum.

Mina and the maids were guided by High Priest Sehiris to the stands behind the throne, and under Zorn's arrangement, there were just four seats in the middle.

Char was facing the formation of Drow soldiers in the audience, and he was not obliged to focus more on the high-ranking matrimonies, because in the near future, the soldiers in the audience would become a loyal, powerful force that could change the power structure of Gullora's underground city under the influence of his mind.

Thousands of soldiers wore a variety of equipment and strange uniforms, but many more wore the coat of arms of their families.

The Drow priests in the array were clearly distinguished, did not interfere with each other, and drew a huge gap between them.

What amused him was the fact that the gender of the Drow soldiers was outrageously male-female, and such a military parade was like an orientation ceremony at his own university, where any woman could be counted as a flower.

Although according to the concept of the original world, it should be men who go to battle, but here it is different, most of the women are priests who believe in spider queens, and the dark magic they master is simply the best artillery. According to High Priest Sehiris, if you can have a team of 20 Drow priests, you can easily destroy a 300-strong ordinary infantry legion in a head-on confrontation on the battlefield.

However, Char found that even women were less than a priest and more armed, and they were supposed to act as close quarters attackers as men.

However, there are a considerable number of men with magic staffs - according to the Arachnoid Teachings, men are not allowed to learn magic arts, but that does not prevent them from studying witchcraft and spells - of course, not everyone can easily master it, this requires talent, and one of the few ways for lowly men to advance their status is to become a spellcaster - after all, martial arts cultivation is far more dangerous and demanding than ivory tower meditation.

When the black-haired man stopped, regardless of the soldiers' attire and which family they belonged to, except for the priest array, they naturally raised their hands in unison and made a chest salute towards Char.

Char replied with the same salute, but there was a sighing discussion behind him, although it was not too loud, but it was enough for the soldiers in the front row of the audience to hear it clearly. As far as his eye could see, the soldiers hurriedly lowered their heads, panickedly avoiding the black-haired man's gaze.

The black-haired man listened to the bitter syllables of the drows, but he found that the interjections used by the drow elves did not seem to be lingua franca, at least, as a human being.

"Zorn, what are they talking about?"

The muscles in Zorn's face twitched a little, but Char was the only one who could see it, and he said in a low voice.

"This gesture is not in keeping with your identity as an "oracle......"