"From outside the steel barrier to the whole territory of the Gallon Territory, from the Akane Pine Forest to Kedaron, now there is not even a single live dog to be found, except for zombies are skeletons! The once rich Andorhar has become a paradise for the undead, and the corpses have even formed a white bone field, and the culprit of all this is Barov! This family that once swore to defend Andorhar has long been hooked up with the evil psychic sect, and now, the entire Barov is either a death knight or a necromancer! This! Isn't it the greatest evidence of guilt!!"

A hoarse voice rippled through the hall, and although he was dressed in a new aristocratic dress, the haggard face of the owner of the voice and the severed arm that only had one left, could tell what a terrible ordeal the middle-aged lord who had just escaped from Andorhar had experienced. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the dead silence of the audience, without the slightest dull scene of solidarity and support, immediately made the heart-rending Lord who accused Barov of his crimes stand on the center podium with an embarrassed face, especially the pair of terrifying eyes behind him, so that he did not even have the courage to turn back and salute the master of his sight, so he could only turn his head and look in a certain direction pleadingly.

"Ahem!

However, before the object of the Lord's plea could stand up, a young nobleman in the front row took the lead and said with a smile.

"Ceylontz, Ceylonth, Ortof, the contemporary Ortov family, Lord Lordaeron Field, my grandfather was..."

It seemed that he also knew that the nobles who could sit in the first row were extraordinary, Ceyland immediately gave a respectful aristocratic salute, but his mouth was a series of narrations of his family history, although he was only the third generation, and the territory was only a small village.

"Well, well, Lord Ceylon, since you are a nobleman of Lordaeron, why did you come all the way to Falling Hammer City to accuse us of Barov's crimes! I remember that in the current aristocratic law of Lordaeron, if the direct nobleman is guilty, the lower nobleman can skip his direct nobles and sue the higher nobles! Even if it can't go any further, I think the name of Minethil still stands in the royal capital of Lordaeron!"

Alan impatiently stopped the other party's rambling family history narration, grandfather, hehe, this kind of aristocracy that has obviously been passed down for three generations, in the eyes of an old nobleman like him who has been inherited for hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years, is just a high-level squire, but the other party's remarks, this kind of naked accusation is the most troublesome place at present.

Although as a counselor, the lord's family affairs were the last thing he was willing to get involved in, but now, this is no longer just a matter of a dispensable Hidden Lady.

Allen's extremely fast questioning immediately froze Lord Ceylontz, looking at this high-ranking nobleman of Arathi who was still smiling but full of malice, wasn't his appearance a procedure that had been formulated a long time ago, this seemed to be completely different from what he was told... Turning his head in a panic and continuing to look in the direction of asking for help just now, a young nobleman had slowly stood up.

After nodding comfortingly to Lord Ceylon, Simmonds slowly walked out of his seat, although he was a descendant of Dabire, but before he officially took over the Duke of Dabire, he was still only Baron Simmonds, and the seat naturally could not be in the first row, but it was not too outside, and he sat tightly in the first seat of the third row.

Walking to the open space in the center, after Lord Ceylants obediently retreated, Simmonds walked up to the podium, did not look at Allen, who was still standing there, turned to look at Marseilleu, who was high above, and after saluting respectfully, he said aloud.

"Your Highness, I have nothing to do with the country, I am only a human nobleman, and I once again accuse Barov of colluding with psychicists, harming the human race, and killing my fellow people, and I request that Barov's descendant, Terif Barov, be sentenced to death!"

Turning around and glancing at the hall behind him, Simmonds suddenly smiled at the iron-faced Allen, and under the other party's even tighter frowns, he turned around sharply and continued to speak loudly.

"And, arrest the heir of the Barov family, Jendis Barov, and find out whether he is suspected of this inhumane natural and man-made disaster!!"

"Symonds, Dabire, you know what you're talking about!"

Allen, who felt ominous when Simmonds turned around again, stepped out of his seat for the first time, and in the raging flames all over his body, the angry shout suddenly suppressed the chaotic noise of the entire council hall that seemed to have entered the vegetable field mode, and for a while, all eyes were focused on the two of them, and the cold ice slowly dispersed with a strange atmosphere.

"I know exactly what I'm talking about!"

Staring coldly at Allen's eyes full of anger and saying word by word, Simmonds held his head high, but in fact, his entire body had no strength to do other movements at all, because behind him, the heavy anger that seemed to be weighing on him had completely poured out on his body, but it was very rare for Simmonds of a fifth-order warrior to still be able to stand.

"I accuse!"

Glancing coldly at Simmonds, Alan suddenly floated slowly, and the rumbling sound spread throughout the hall.

"I accuse Symonds Dabire of intending to endanger His Highness's bloodline! I demand that Simmonds Dabire be sentenced to death!"

"Viscount Allen, please pay attention to your words, do you think that capital punishment is a meal! You are flouting the entire aristocratic law!"

"So what! Viscount Symonds just now was much smoother than Viscount Allen said!"

"In the entire Arathi, only His Highness has this power, please note, this is the Great Council of the Falling Hammer Leader, please pay attention to their respective identities!"

"Someone is shameless, and he still talks about identity?"

"These days, I have really seen a lot of ghosts, and even a few can appear in broad daylight!"

"Erlenzi! Tell me who the ghost is!"

"Oh!

Allen's final accusation seemed to open a floodgate, and instantly pulled the hall that had been quiet into chaos, although the direction of sitting was uneven, but it was still roughly divided into two distinct factions, and there was already a trend of martial arts under the intensification of the verbal war.

"Enough!"

A cold voice came down from the high platform, and in an instant the hall returned to silence again, and most people stood there, looking respectfully at the Grand Duke of Lothar, who had already stood up.

"Simmonds!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Looking at Simmonds, who turned around with difficulty, Marseillo said lightly.

"Andes already has my child, do you want to make Lothar the last one!"

It is not easy for high-energy creatures to reproduce, and this law also exists in humans, Marseilleu is now the pinnacle of human beings, coupled with the notoriously weak bloodline of the Lothar clan, maybe this child will really be his only heir.

"Your Highness, the psychic is proficient in all kinds of evil arts, maybe Andis Barov's belly is..."

"Enough!!"

The chair under him was directly shattered, and Marseilleu's body was also lit with terrifying holy flames, and the tongue of fire had even licked to the dome, and a terrifying coercion directly pressed Simmonds to the ground.

"Your Highness, Patriarch Turantuca, at least let Patriarch of the Holy Light check this child!"

Despite being completely crushed to the ground, and even the bones of his body were constantly wailing, Simmonds still screamed.

"Turantuka..."

His face became more and more difficult to look at, and just as the murderous intent in Marseilleu's eyes first appeared, a chuckle suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Oh, that's a little weird!" (To be continued.) )