readx;? Although Zhu Beier still wanted to ask again, but seeing that his father had put on a weak appearance again, and under the protection of the guards, he slowly crossed back to the big beast's den, and he could only give up, but this exquisitely made ring that did not look like a product of the barren stone plateau made Zhu Beier very curious, he pinched it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is an unknown black metal made of the ring face, on which with a small purple diamond the size of an ant's head, posed with a "K" word, on both sides of the ring face, but with silver-white metal, converged into two hovering snake monster totems, the temporary patriarch tried, stuck on the little finger is quite suitable and beautiful, but what surprised Zhu Beier the most was that when he put the ring on his finger, the black and white ring surface, like the water waves, quickly disappeared on the finger, no longer visible.

"Tsk, it looks like the work of those mages who destroyed the council, hey, my father is getting older, and this style of doing things is becoming more and more incomprehensible. ”

However, after complaining, Jubel's eyes froze, and he turned around and walked towards the depths of the continuous beast den of the Fireblade Clan, Mongo Karn, this stranger who has been making trouble, it is time to teach him a lesson!

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On the other side, in an unknown place on the Wastestone Plateau, through the layers of trees and mountains, four towering mage towers stood by the beautiful lake, and in the top conference room of one of the mage towers, a vital meeting was going on.

"The battle of the Great Chief's campaign has begun, it is estimated that there will be results in the next two days, more than a million orc warriors are ready to go, as long as the Great Chief speaks, they will immediately be able to go straight to the Pakan Line!"

The King of Warlocks rubbed his little beard and said with a serious face,

"Our mage troops, together with the vanguard of the orcs, will destroy the human defenders of the Pakan Line, and then entrench themselves near the ruins of Pakan. ”

Lilith, who shrouded her whole body in black light, did not speak, but several people present were accustomed to Lilith's silent attitude, and after Trisley Leman finished speaking, another dry and vicious voice spoke, but the content of this speech had nothing to do with war,

"Old man, I recently heard that Mr. William has unfortunately passed away, tsk, this is a pity, the last time we met, I said that Mr. William had a bloody disaster, but you didn't listen, how about it, let the old man say it, right?"

It was a thin, mysterious old man, dressed in a purple ornate robe with star stripes, and holding an evil staff inlaid with a beating heart of flames, but no one had ever seen his face, or rather, the ones who had seen his face, except his voice, were dead.

The origin of this one, in fact, we also said before, I don't know if you still remember the most glorious time of the Southern Xinjiang Wild Mage Alliance, the reason why he debuted was because as the father of the wild mage, in order to deal with the mess left by a cultist, he had to choose to fight with a summoned fire demon, that fire demon was made up of a demon called "Molten Hell" , but that was hundreds of years ago, and now this old man is the guy who personally summoned the fire demon back then, the "Evil Fire Messenger" Xiu'en, and the chief elder of the Molten Hell, an old cultist wanted by the whole world.

However, no one paid attention to what he said for the time being, after all, it was just an outdated cult, and if it wasn't for their self-recommendation, Saruman would not have been able to include him in the Destruction Council, but the people who spoke after Xiuen were somewhat shocked.

"Well, Shyun, if you continue to be so verbose, I don't mind killing you and your poor church hiding in the sunset swamp! ”

This is a projection of a beautiful elven woman, the green hair, the green eyeshadow and the graceful demeanor, and the projection of the flowers that continue to bloom and wither behind her all the time, all clearly reveal her identity.

The "Eighth Patriarch" among the Ten Guiding Lights of the Remnants, known as the "Source of Withered", is said to be Sharon's loyal teammate, but now she has appeared in a high-level meeting of the Council of Destruction, which fully shows that the remnants have not been able to rise for thousands of years, and the hidden problems are really big.

Judging by the familiarity of the attendees at the large round table at Blackstone, it was clear that this was not the first time that the Eighth Patriarch had attended the meeting, and it was no wonder that the remnants of the people had been almost completely understood by the Destruction Council.

Among us, there is a traitor!

This sentence is given to the Ten Patriarchs of Darkness, which is simply the most appropriate admonition.

And judging from the way Akana spoke, and the seat she sat next to Trisleyman, it was clear that Lady Wither's status in the Council of Destruction was not low, at least not lower than her in the Dark Patriarch.

After terrorizing the old cultist, Akana's image turned to Saruman's location,

"Great Elder, I have no intention of participating in your war, but please don't forget what you promised me!"

Saruman did not speak, but it was Trisleman, the king of warlocks, who said politely,

"Don't worry, beautiful Lady Akana, the orc army will entangle the vanguard of the alien kingdom and drag them into the quagmire of war, and we will also find a way to strengthen the suppression of the World Island and the dwarves from the southern defense line, leaving you enough room to maneuver, but all this will need an opportunity. ”

"I know, in the front-line troops, there are my subordinates, but it's just a simple means of provoking. ”

Akana looked at Trisleiman with a smile, her watery eyes flashing with an inexplicable breath,

"Don't treat me like one of those shit, I'm different from them!"

There was a moment of silence, and Trisleyman, who looked like the host of the meeting, turned his head to the other side, a tall figure in heavily armed black armor, and it was worth noting that on his breastplate, a hideous giant dragon head was drawn.

"So, what about President Raymond's opinion?"

"According to the previous agreement, the Bailong Society will sneak attack the headquarters of the White Stone Society from the rear after the war begins, but President Raymond needs to see sincerity! Our brothers' casualties need to be exchanged for enough loot!"

The tall Shadow Urn said angrily, "So, when will the first batch of traded goods be delivered to the Poison Dragon Island in the North Sea?"

"Don't worry about this!"

An inexplicable smile flashed in Trisleyman's eyes, and he said meaningfully,

"The Council of Destruction never treats true friends badly, our first shipment has already departed, calculate the time, it should be time to reach Poison Dragon Island, right?"

"Well, very well, then when President Raymond sends me the confirmation news, I will prepare for the return trip immediately! )