"Give it to them!"

Rogman said categorically, "Didn't the Imperial Treasury we deliberately leave behind at that time to deal with this special situation?

The old swordmaster touched his white beard, glanced at Magmanda, and said tentatively,

"Actually, there's another one... What do you think, Lord of the Firmament?"

Magmanda's eyes lit up, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but in the end, he nodded,

"That kid, yes! Isn't he able to command two rule powerhouses and summon a supreme one at the same time? With him, the chances of success in this thing are undoubtedly greatly increased, but I always feel that there is something behind that kid that I can't see through. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Rogman nodded, and subconsciously touched the golden bracelet on his wrist that looked like an ornament.

"But if you want to invite him, you don't really need our help! Isn't the new head of the Council of Clay, the shaman named Andrei, a good brother of Eliven Mogedin? ”

Magmanda nodded, "I'm going to talk to the shaman, you have a good rest, don't do anything with others recently, before the sacrifice begins, you must maintain the strongest combat power!"

Looking at the figure of Magmanda leaving in a hurry, the expression on Rogman's face was sad and joyless, but after the old sword saint returned to the temporary station of the Fireblade Clan, in less than 20 minutes, the young patriarch of the Fireblade Clan, Jubil, quickly flashed out of the camp and rushed towards the direction of the sea of dead, as a member of the old K Regiment, it was necessary for him to send the news to Eliven in advance, this was not a betrayal, after all, Eliven would know sooner or later.

On the other side, Andreel, Violet Hall.

I haven't seen him for five years, Roman's appearance has become more and more like a traitor, and he also has a mustache, but this mustache with the thief's eyes and thin face, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this product is unreliable.

Harry had grown from a young age to a tall and handsome young man. But he was still a little shy, so he stood behind his old man and didn't speak.

"Hey, look at Harrydo, are you sure this is your child?"

Elivan sat on the main seat, mocking Roman without looking at it, but this guy's skin was already unimaginably thick, he smiled, proudly stretched out his finger, and shook it in front of Eleven,

"You know a fart, Lao Tzu has done three bloodline verifications, Harry is the orthodox bloodline of my Dalles family! As for this child's appearance, he must have followed his mother, hey, you don't know, Harry's mother back then, but the famous beauty of Shurus, was not taken by Lao Tzu in the end!hahaha"

"You're laughing fart!"

Eliven pointed out the door,

"I heard that you are here, Emma rushed back from the Holy Cross Federation as quickly as possible, it is estimated that this meeting has been established and is waiting for you, hehe, the old man is here, are you happy?"

Roman stopped talking, thinking of Emma's terrifying "combat power" in bed, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat on his face, if it weren't for the fact that there was really a big deal to discuss today, Elevenn estimated that this guy would have run away directly.

"I don't know what Emma likes about you! I just waited for you to come back, but you turned out to be good, patted your ass and ran to the south, and stayed for five years, you are amazing!"

Elevenn kept hurting Roman, who was trained like a grandson, but he didn't dare to refute it, he really didn't do a good job in this matter, but at that time, it was also because of Harry's relatively young age that he reluctantly rejected Emma's heart, but he didn't expect that the dragonborn chose to wait alone, Roman came over this time, and he had the idea of rekindling the old relationship with Emma in his heart, which couldn't be hidden from Eleven's eyes at all.

But he was in a hurry by Elivan's words, so he rolled up his sleeves and shouted,

"Hey, if you are only allowed to marry Joanna, you are not allowed to make eye contact with Emma, is it?

As soon as these words came out, Elivan's original arrogance was immediately suppressed, this matter is still a secret, and he doesn't want Roman's broken mouth to spread this to the whole world, but these two guys, you scold me, I scold you, and the end is happy, so that Mineva and Leah, who are standing on the side, can't help but shrug their shoulders and force not to laugh.

Harry's good boy stayed aside with a flushed face, both of them were his elders, he was a good boy who knew etiquette, so naturally he couldn't come forward to persuade him, and when he was in a dilemma, a loud voice sounded in the hall.

"Hey, look which bastard is running back!"

Dressed in the bear robe and sacrificial garment peculiar to the barbarian sacrifice, Rattle held the newly decorated Death Soul Scythe in his hand, his cold face was full of solemnity, and as he walked, the silver cloak adorned behind the black bear robe shone with a dazzling light under the light. It's a big guy's style.

However, from the smile in the barbarian's eyes, it can also be seen that this guy is also very curious about the quarrel between Elivan and Roman.

"Old brother!"

Elivan and Roman stood up and gave Rattle a warm hug, and the guards of the Asgardian Temple who followed Rattle looked at this scene in amazement, in the northern tundra, everyone knew that the "epic" Patriarch was an unsmiling man, his every move was like the embodiment of Asgardian faith, as long as there was an occasion for him to appear, no one dared to have any rudeness.

Fanatical believers worship the epic patriarch who wields the power of the legendary Nibelungen, the land of the dead.

The cultists feared the power of the Patriarch and cursed him and spit on him.

The warriors chosen by Walki from the battlefield sang his praises.

But no one will like him.

Now, there are strangers who call the Patriarch "old brother", this big news is churning in the minds of the temple guards, but no one will try to say it, and with the blessing of the power of the Nibelungen, at least in the faith of the northern tundra, no one dares to go against the will of Rattle.

Rattle also sensed the inner turmoil of the temple guards, but on the occasion of the reunion of old friends, he also became much more generous, and with a wave of his hand, the temple guards obediently withdrew from the hall.