The elven queen Galadriel once defeated and suppressed the entire continent by herself, and her strange power was almost impossible for anyone to resist.

Unfortunately, even an individual as powerful as Galadriel cannot escape the laws of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Her power weakened in her later years, and her power to suppress the entire world no longer existed.

The siege of the strongest of the three kingdoms made everyone think that the former strongest man in the world could not escape the hero's lonely fate.

However, on this day, the strong return of Tan Fengyang made the entire wizarding world boil!

The invincible powerhouse who once suppressed the world is back!

Everyone thought that Galadriel was dead, but they never thought that she would reappear in the eyes of everyone, and even return to the state of her youth.

"How is that possible? Isn't she already dead? ”

"Could it be that she broke through to the realm of ninth-level mythology?"

"Impossible! It was a realm that only gods could set foot in, and mortals couldn't set foot at all! ”

"What now? Are we really going to plead guilty? ”

The Half-Orc Empire, Halpia's heart was full of horror and trembled.

She has not been able to recover from the injuries she was injured by Galadriel in the years.

Now that Galadriel is not dead, there are only two options left for him.

In the palace, she was silent for a long time, and finally chose to go to Eludis to plead guilty.

"You can't go, king!"

"The Elven Queen will definitely kill you!"

"We can't afford to lose the king!"

In the palace, countless orc ministers looked sad and tried to persuade Harpia.

But Harpia, who knew the horror of Galadriel, was determined to go to Eludis.

She knew very well that Galadriel in her heyday was not an opponent she could defeat at all!

Rather than waiting for the other party to come to the door, it is better to take the initiative to go now, and still be able to protect the orcs.

The assassination of the elf queen must give an explanation after all.

In the country of Argos, the king sat on the throne, and under his seemingly calm expression, it was difficult to hide his panic.

The fighter who once followed Greif is now the commander of the human army.

He knelt under the main hall, his armor covered in scars.

"Your Majesty! Please leave the Forbidden City quickly, the rebels have already invaded the royal city! ”

As soon as Tan Fengyang regained his life, he sent Pallas back to the kingdom by witchcraft and sent an entire elven guard.

In principle, elves are not allowed to participate in wars between the three kingdoms.

After all, under the leadership of Tan Fengyang, the elven race has developed far faster than several other races.

Without considering the high-end combat power, a war with any country is bound to be a crushing situation.

If it weren't for the fact that every time an elf is born through the tree of life, the elven race needs to consume a lot of energy, I'm afraid that this world is already the world of elves.

Over the years, the king has gradually aged and is no longer as heroic as he once was.

The old face full of ravines was full of fear.

"What about the national teacher? Where is the national teacher?! ”

Since Greif's death, Medusa has become the national teacher of the Argos country, wielding the wizarding power of a country.

Now that the rebels have reached the door, the king naturally has no choice but to ask Medusa for help.

However, the guards who went to give the order ran back in a panic.

"Your Majesty, the National Teacher, the National Teacher...... It's gone! ”

Rumble!

The king was struck by lightning, and all his strength seemed to be drained, and he sat down on his throne.

The last flame of hope in his eyes was slowly extinguished.

There was silence in the palace of Nuoda, and the falling needles could be heard.

Despair spreads in the darkness.

After a long time, the king raised his head and looked blankly ahead.

"Argos ...... It must not be buried at the hands of this king! ”

He staggered to his feet, staggered back to his bedchamber, and removed the sword from the wall that he hadn't used in years.

"I will never be the king of sin in the kingdom of Argos...... Never! No way! ”

In the year 240 of Argos, King Louis VI buried himself in his bedchamber.

Within an hour of his death, a rebel army led by the former princess of the kingdom, Pallas, breached the royal city.

The kingdom changed hands, and Pallas changed the name of the kingdom to Spes.

The meaning is, hope.

Mount Etna, the black-robed Medusa beside her, is slowly walking on the mountain wall.

The piles of volcanic ash, black and gray, stretched in all directions, as if it had lost all its life.

Behind her, followed by hundreds of black-robed wizards, all evil wizards who had joined the Thorn Rose.

But in fact, they simply joined the palace because they did not accept the king's coercion.

Soon, the group came to the crater.

Medusa stared at the dark abyss in front of her, her slender right hand flickering gently in the air, and a flash of fire fell into it.

Immediately after, she turned around, looked into the distance, and looked into the distance, which was the direction of the Argos Realm.

"From this day on, here ...... It is the promised land of my thorns and roses! ”

Bang!

The crimson magma pillar rose into the sky, reflecting most of the sky in blood red.

Medusa's whole body was shrouded in firelight, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes shone brightly, twinkling with an uncertain light.

Galadriel ...... I didn't expect you to survive. ”

"Until you die, I will never step into the world again!"

It is impossible for Galadriel not to find out, continue to stay in Argos, and it is only a matter of time before he is found.

Instead of fighting desperately at that time, it is better to use this way now to choose the surrender of Galadriel.

As long as you live for one day, I won't make trouble.

Medusa withdrew her gaze, looked at the crater, and jumped down.

The black robe fluttered, like a blooming black rose!

Behind them, the wizards jumped off one after another, disappearing into the crater.

WoW Nation.

Pitch-black clouds swirled in the sky, like dark clouds that would never disperse.

Typhon sat high on the throne, and countless powerful demonic beasts watched the demonic beast leader from afar, and a deep fear arose in his heart.

The other party hasn't made a move in these years, but the terrifying power on his body is increasing day by day.

Around the king, orcs and humans knelt down together.

"Typhon, Warcraft Commander, if you don't make a move, we won't be able to fight Galadriel!"

They actually came to ask for Typhon's help, and wanted him to deal with Tan Fengyang!

Looking at the entire Arad Continent, the only person who can be compared to Tan Fengyang in terms of combat power is this strongest Demonic Beast Commander!

However, to their surprise, Typhon suddenly laughed.

"Do you really think I can beat her now?"