Recently, in the team BLOG of the whole group of fox friends and dogs, the update was delayed, haha.

The service provider is looking for a foreign one, and the BLOG content is full of pornography, gambling and drugs, hehe.

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In the Hall of the Mages, the mysterious center of the Tower of the Mages, dozens of mages in various robes stood in complete silence.

Glowing stone casts pale light from the out-of-reach hall ceiling. This light doesn't create shadows, but it's not uplifting either. Torches were attached to the brackets in the walls, but none of them were lit. There was a dead silence in the crowded hall, and even when the hall was full of people, they breathed without making a sound.

High in the chair was Júnios, the owner of the Tower of the Archmages and the Speaker of the Council of Mages, who sat tall and straight, his rough, wrinkled hands shaking as if he were thinking about something, but other than that, he looked like he was carved out of plaster.

The air was filled with the smell of magic, musk oil, herbs, and the smell of dried roses, essential to mages. It seems to have become a habit for me to wear the hood on my head and hide my face in the shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes. Low-key is the realm I pursue now, and as for the eyes, they are so brilliant that I can't hide them if I want to.

An emergency temporary meeting of the Mage Council is being held here. Representatives of high-ranking mages from all over the world hurried in from the portal were all present, and the various colored robes represented their different factions. I was amazed that Becky, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, was among them, her beautiful face sparkling in the light of that strange light source, her black hair adorned with sparkling jewels, and her fingers wearing rings. With each step, the black velvet robe danced like a shadow with her.

I think I've hidden myself well, she found me in the crowd anyway, and while Archmage Junios had just announced the secret he had deciphered from the mysterious sandalwood box, she quietly moved over and stood on the side of my seat. My plump hips rested on the armrest of the highchair on my left.

"You found this box again?" Betsy smiled lightly, not taking her eyes off the silent mages to me, but tilting her head slightly to the side, pretending to ask inadvertently. It seems that the news that the Black Dragon King is going to be resurrected did not have much impact on her, and she seems to be more concerned about the origin of the sandalwood box.

"Guess?" I smiled noncommittally as I put my hand across her back and wrapped my arms firmly around her slender waist. The seats against the wall barely had any light, and they were at the back of the crowd, which made it easy for me to make such a malicious move.

"We have found the place where the Spider God was sealed, and it is estimated that the seal will be broken in a day." Becky suddenly pulled up an old thing.

"Oh." I replied casually, I was not at all interested in the private affairs of the spider clan, but under my fingers, through Becky's soft robes, her thin waist without a bit of fat fascinated me even more.

"It's itching, don't scratch people like that." Betsy groaned, turned her head and lowered her gaze, stared into my eyes, and said, "We need your help." ”

"Oh?" I looked up a little surprised, I thought that Betsy was here to be a spy, ready to step in and do something bad, but I didn't expect her to come to me.

"The seal behind you needs the blood of the Night Demon Queen as an introduction, but Lord Arya is unwilling to provide it, so I have to come and beg you." A mysterious smile hung over Becky's lips. This relationship is good, and I asked for my blood without saying a word when we met.

I don't believe that her purpose is limited to this, if it is really just what she just said, it can be easily done through the sound stone, why bother to sneak into this master's entrenched mage tower? I asked rhetorically, "That's why you're here?" ”

"Of course." Betsy blurted out, but when she saw the way I stared at her, she immediately smiled shallowly, and the smile in her eyes faded invisibly, "I've got a super magic bomb with me, and I'm ready to take out these bastards." These lunatics from the Mage Council have been making trouble for us spiders, and today is a great opportunity for revenge. ”

"You're kidding." My heart beat faster, and the crazy news shook my heartstrings like lightning.

"I've changed my mind, though." Betsy smiled, the corners of her lips curled slightly, "I didn't expect to get the news that the Black Dragon King was going to be resurrected here." ”

"Black Dragon King." I muttered the mysterious name, remembering the unintentional encounter he had in the dark region when he was still in human form, the ubiquitous sense of coercion, and the vicissitudes in his words, I knew that this NPC was not simple. The characters who are not destined to play tricks now seem to have some big moves. No wonder when I came into contact with the subconscious of the Black Dragon King in the sandalwood box that day, he said that he knew me.

"Borrow a step to speak." Betsy winked at me, then stood up, deftly shook off my groping hand, and walked along the wall toward the hall. I sighed and walked out.

Stepping out of the hall and into a secluded corner of the cloister, Betsy and I stood face to face. Scanning her well-fitting robe, imagining the proud figure underneath it, my lower abdomen was hot. Choosing a shemale is definitely a wrong choice.

"The current situation of the spider clan is not optimistic." Betsy said straight to the point.

I was confused: "Didn't the Spider God Queen find it for you, it should be a few days before breaking the seal and re-exiting the customs." With the Spider Clan settled in the north and the leader able to see the light of day again, it should be time for them to prosper again. How can it not be optimistic? ”

The corners of Betsy's mouth twitched, but she immediately smoothed out the sarcastic smile: "Our spider clan broke through the encirclement and entered the northern wasteland, losing at least thirty percent of our combat power. Originally, it was good to be attached to the Evil Queen, but, as far as the recent situation is concerned, the Evil Queen still seems to be lukewarm to us spider clan. In addition, although our Spider God Queen can be unsealed immediately, we already know that many functions of the God Queen's body have been destroyed due to being sealed for too long. The current situation is that we may only be able to rescue one of the wasted people in the end. The spider clan is a race that greatly admires strength, and if the queen of gods does not have the absolute strength to serve the public after her return, I am afraid that a civil strife will be inevitable at that time. ”

"Isn't this the time for you to fight for the top?" I tilted my head, glanced at her, and the thief reached out and hugged her little waist, "Everyone wants to be a king, don't you want to?" ”

My hand visibly felt her delicate body tremble, could it be that I was in the middle of it? My hand slid down a few inches and landed on her plump little ass, but I didn't touch a small bump, didn't she wear anything under her robe? When I thought of this, my nasal cavity was hot, but fortunately there was no nosebleed, otherwise it would have been exposed.

Betsy seemed to be thinking about something, so she didn't notice these little movements on my hands, which was cool.

"Nope." Betsy suddenly looked up and startled me, and she said firmly, "The Queen of God has been so gracious to me that I can't have such thoughts at this time. ”

"Whatever you think, I support you unconditionally. However, I am not a philanthropist, and I want my efforts to be properly rewarded. At the same time, I hope you will be able to get a good return as well. I gently stroked her hair. Betsy is a good person who has helped me a lot along the way, and I can't help but want her to work for others for nothing.

"Thank you." Betsy lowered her eyes, smiled and put her hand on my chest, "I was right. We've been out for a bit a long time, so let's go back now. Otherwise, others will be suspicious. ”

Betsy is really extraordinary, she hits her chest as soon as she comes up, and she knows that I should be a little more unrestrained. However, Betsy didn't give me any chances. Returned to the hall where the old man and mage were gathered, and it would be strange if the two ** touched each other there and were not drowned by the suspicious gaze.

I don't know what started in the hall and when we got back we found that the discussion seemed to be coming to an end. Betsy had already pulled up the hood on her head again, and the black robe embroidered with silver defense charms showed a few curves of the rice people, which was particularly eye-catching. From a spy's point of view, Betsy is too inappropriate, and unless she wraps herself in a dumpling, she is too eye-catching wherever she puts it. However, in this hall of mages, I am not worried about her identity being revealed. Mages only care about magic and magic materials, and in their eyes, a sexy and charming big ** is not as attractive as a healthy and lively mouse.

"Colleagues, please be quiet." A smile appeared on Junios' lips as he heard a voice that gradually lowered, and a bush of whiskers blocked the corners of his lips. This smile does not make people feel warm, "I believe that you have basically clarified the current situation. The Black Dragon King is an evil being that can compete with the main god. The Council of Mages, as a member of the Divine Realm, should play its rightful role. We must nip evil in the bud and prevent this wonderful world from being destroyed by evil. ”

"Dear Master Junios, I very much agree with your opinion, and I believe that all my colleagues also stand on the side of justice with firm conviction." It was an uncle with thick eyebrows and big eyes who spoke, with his head lowered and his expression very respectful, "But with all due respect, it may be difficult for our Mage Association alone to compete with the power of the Black Dragon King. And there have been recent indications that the Black Dragon King's son, Nethersarian, and the evil queen Arya have been interacting very frequently recently. While we firmly believe that justice will prevail, we also continue to support strong allies. ”

Junios seriously considered the warning, his smiling expression unmoved: "Tassis, I took into account what you think when I summoned all my colleagues here. The spiritual leader of the Seven Kingdoms of the Eastern Race, the Sword Saint Laflis, and the righteous judge of Southern Silver, An Wei'er, I have already sent someone to contact me, and I believe that I will be able to get a reply soon. All that remains is Faconidios, the king of the dawn of the West. ”

"Faconidios......, Lord of Dawn," the mage named Tassis hesitated, "this is tricky. Faconidios has never had much of a relationship with our Mage Guild......"

"Well," Júneoston paused, "if Faconidios can also join in the alliance with the overlords of the southeast and south, the combined forces of the three parties plus our Mage Council, the combined army against the Black Dragon King and the Northern Monsters will have a good chance of victory." Therefore, Faconidio is bound to strive for wooing. Originally, I had been worried about the person to be sent to liaison......"

"Could it be that Your Excellency Archmage already has a ...... in mind," Tarsis looked at the smile on Junios' face, and guessed in his heart.

"That's right, I think Lady Ikaruga, who brought us this all-important sandalwood box, can take on the task." Junios suddenly took aim at me. I was watching them in the movie with great interest, but suddenly I was a little stunned when all eyes converged. Instinctively looked around, and found that the damn Schilling and Little Potato were nowhere to be seen. Oh my God, when the server needs to be offloaded, they don't even have anybody. Even Betsy doesn't know when the figure disappeared, really, if you don't give money, you call me the protagonist, the main god, you are really dark enough.

"Everything is at the command of the archmage." Although I cursed the Lord God in my heart, I still had to do enough superficial work.

"Bring this letter of mine to Faconidios, the king of the Dawn of the West, and invite him to join the alliance against evil." Júneos handed me a white envelope with the seal of the Council of Mages.

Ha, here's the task. I was overjoyed. Damn, don't give Lao Tzu a powerful artifact as a reward, see if I don't wipe my ass with this envelope.

Then it was garbage time, and I didn't listen to a word of the Archmage and all the respected and very noisy mages who told me a thousand things. The only thing I was thinking about was how I could squeeze Schilling and Little Potato, the two bastards who didn't divert me at the critical moment, on the way, and squeezed them until there was not a drop of oil left. Especially Schilling, the bastard, can't just stare at his wallet anymore, he doesn't care at all, he has to change something else.

For what? I can't even think of it even if I want to break my head.