"Boom", like the sound of a cup being smashed, an old voice roared loudly in the crystal shattering: "When I know what an undead is, you still don't know where it is, let alone you, even your mother is still breastfeeding, which round of you asked me if I know what an undead is, I still want to ask you, have you really seen an undead idiot, I doubt how much higher your intelligence can be than the goblins outside!"

"Eh, has something to do with me?" the female voice that sounded like a confused breath said dumbfoundedly: "I haven't drunk milk for a long time, oops, as soon as you say, I suddenly want to drink, and I will go to the beast field to see it later, it seems that there are just a few bigfoot deer who have given birth to babies, go and drink a little, En, so happily decided." ”

"Don't play dumb here again. Another old male voice slapped the table and scolded, "Can't your family be normal? It's like this in every generation, hasn't the goddess given you a sound will and a normal brain?"

"I can't afford not to hear that. The strange female voice was hoarse and low, but full of momentum, as if she might jump up and hit someone at any time: "It's as if your brains are normal, besides, what's wrong with our family? Do you have any opinions about our family? Little thing, it seems that too much time has passed, you have forgotten what this staff has done, you give me to stay put, I will let you recall the previous lesson." ”

"Have you had enough, have you had enough? Bang bang, another person slammed the table and spoke: "This is ****** the Council of Elders, the Council of Elders is a place to meet, not a place for you to quarrel, you crazy people have been arguing in the Council of Elders for thousands of years, the face of the forest clan is about to be lost by you, and you have smashed more than 6,000 tables and more than 28,000 chairs in the past three hundred years, even if this is a bargain in the human world, it is not such a waste, bastard, who of you is responsible for this budget? It's not up to me to figure it out." ”

"Are you stupid, huh, are you stupid? How do you think the Council of Elders should hold a meeting?" The familiar female voice at the beginning immediately shifted her focus and rebuked angrily: "The Council of Elders should be held like this, how can you discuss issues without quarreling or smashing the table?"

"That's right, I won't anyway, you teach me?" The male voice that once appeared echoed: "In the past few years, it has been your turn to be the rotating speaker, and you have begun to feel heartache about the tables and chairs? After you joined the Council of Elders seven hundred years ago, you smashed the hardest, why didn't you feel heartache at that time? Also, who the told you that we were playing, and now we are discussing the problem very strictly, do you understand the discussion problem? You dwarf head. ”

"Don't think that if you suddenly speak for me, I'll forget that you compare my intelligence to that of goblins. The familiar female voice roared, "The last time you had a head injury, did you repair it with arrows, steel, and wood?" ”

"That's also because you said the Mulmon was smarter than me, bastard. Listening to the voice, another cup shattered, and the male old elf said angrily: "I just doubt that you have really seen the undead, you idiot queen, have you ever seen the undead over there?"

"I've seen more undead than you've ever seen in your life, you root of the Wheat Grass, no, the heart of the Wheat Grass is not as empty as your mind. The female voice known as the Queen of Idiots roared angrily: "In another world, the undead I have seen are counted in billions, do you know how much 100 million is? ”

"What's wrong with seeing a lot of undead? Won't you be mistaken? You've seen so many humans, won't you recognize the wrong person?" A new voice also joined the battle group, like a middle-aged man, but the anger was obviously not small: "You have seen a lot of undead, but have you seen the undead who rush out, and instead of swarming to attack the living beings, but instead line up by themselves? Can that be considered undead? You stupid person." ”

"What is it if you don't count the undead?Is it your relative?" Her Majesty the Queen roared back without thinking about it: "I've seen a few branches of life, so I really think I've been to the land of God? ”

"That's a special case, don't you understand the difference between a special case and a general case in the lingua franca?" The original old male voice seemed to be tapping the table with a cane, and roared: "Have you ever seen an undead who can play dodgeball, but have you ever seen an undead who can line up in formation? Have you ever seen an undead who can dig trenches for defense? Have you ******ever seen an undead who can tear down their bones to make defensive equipment?"

"Eh, why do you call me again, I'm sure I haven't seen it. Obviously, the dumb voice belonged to the queen's mother: "However, I also think that the appearance of these undead is very strange, and it is likely that they are preparing something." ”

"Isn't it, isn't it?" "You see your mothers are on our side, they must be preparing some conspiracy behind them, so it's time to attack first, rush into their blockade and see what they're preparing, you idiot wants to cooperate with them to maintain a truce, but instead falls prey to their conspiracy." ”

"What if there is no conspiracy? Before the troops of the various forces are fully in place, they rashly start a war, who will be responsible for the defeat, are you?" Her Majesty said angrily: "Of course, it is easy for you to say casually, but if you say a word, you may pay the price of millions of lives, can you afford this responsibility?"

"Well, I'm on my granddaughter's side this time. The oldest female voice chimed in: "Whatever the reason, it's always bad to go to war rashly. ”

"What the hell are they arguing about?" asked a leisurely voice on the other side of the room, "This tea tastes so good." ”

"I don't know, I don't care about this issue, so I didn't listen, I'll wait until it's a concern. The other voice said unconcernedly, "You see, if I add a stroke here, the painting will be perfect." ”

"Well, that's good. The third voice said, "But being too perfect is also a flaw, tsk, they're so noisy." ”

"Boom", the sound of a cup breaking, and the sound of liquid spilling.

"Bastards, you peg-thorn trees, accompany my paintings. ”

As a result, the war intensified.

(To be continued.) )