Severnton, New Town, Elven Embassy.

In one of the chambers, Suveris sat on the throne, looking coldly down, while Jerinis, who was also a high mage, sat beside him.

However, unlike Suveris, Jerinis's gaze was only on a trinket in his hand, as if he was not in the accident world.

Under the two high mages, more than twenty elves stood in a pile, bowing their heads and saying nothing, thinking that they also knew that the result of today's game made Lord Suveris very dissatisfied.

Finally, someone couldn't resist the pressure of the High Mage's long-term gaze, and shrank in the crowd and muttered, "Isn't there another project, [Magnificent Illusion] We will definitely win!" ”

"What do you win? Do you think that Yerlan will let you go without asking for anything? ”

"We can win without them!"

"Humph!"

Suveris's expression was even colder, these elves had more or less extraordinary backgrounds, but if they thought that they would be able to pass the level this time, it would be too simple.

Thinking so, Suveris glanced at Jerinis who was still playing with accessories beside him, and seeing him like that, Suveris was once again infinitely angry in his heart, just because of him, how much profit Comanso had lost!

But thinking of the king's advice, Suveris could only suppress his anger, looked at the juniors below who had gradually become noisy, raised his hand to suppress all the voices, and said coldly:

"There is news from the country that the first line of defense has been broken through by Zhuoer, except for those who will participate in the snowmelt competition tomorrow, the rest should go back, and the second line of defense needs you elites to be stationed."

"Ahh

The elves grew their mouths, but they could not make any sound, and could only look at Suveris with frightened eyes, and their hearts were filled with fear at the thought that they were about to face those terrible black skins.

And the words of Suveris next made them even more desperate-

"Master Jerinis, you will send these juniors over, and the crown king does not want to see any accidents!"

"Got it."

Then he answered, and Jerinis put away the trinkets in his hand, and his expression gradually became solemn, and in Comanso, no matter who it was, he would not ignore the king's instructions.

But this does not mean that the king's order is above all else, but this time, due to various considerations, he cannot refuse, and at the same time he is unwilling to refuse.

……

Jerinis took some of the juniors with him, and Suveris waved the rest away, sitting alone in the council hall, as if the light in the hall gradually dimmed with his mind, and converged with the outside world.

"The road to empire is full of difficulties! I don't know my king—"

Suveris murmured until there was no more sound.

……

And on the other side, the Old Town, the Gustav Tower.

In a hidden training room, Grand Arcanist Badigar is giving one last "training" to the contestants who are about to participate in [Magnificent Illusion].

Let's just sort of training!

At this time, in the training room, light and shadow were intertwined, just like reality, but Badigar ignored those illusions that were enough to be fake, and directly found the ten little guys who were practicing spells:

"Hablin, how are you preparing? Can you win? ”

Hearing Badigal's voice, all the illusions trembled and disappeared in an instant, and the training room returned to its original form, and Hablin, along with his nine illusionist clansmen, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully:

"My lord, we've practiced so far, and we're already very proficient, but the opponent is the elves, we, we-"

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Badigar waved his hand and interrupted Habrin's cry, "I don't care, if you can't win, then there is no need for your tribe to exist, think about your family and friends before you speak!" ”

However, threats alone could not fully stimulate the potential of these little things, Badigarh took out another golden paper document and threw it in front of the leading dwarf Haplin, "Take a look! ”

Hablin didn't dare to get up, so he kept his kneeling posture and moved forward, holding the gold paper in both hands, on which he only recognized half of the words—

It's elven text.

He had learned spells when he had learned spells with an elf who had saved him, and as for the other script, it was human script, and he had seen a lot, but he had not learned it, and he did not dare to learn it, and any dwarf who dared to learn human words did not end well.

On this gold paper document, which is obviously a magic item, the main idea is probably like this, "The Council of Severynton tells the leaders: the dwarf tribe of the Yellow Maple Hills is protected by the Council and the Seven Towers, and trespasses will be investigated!" ”

Hablin was quite familiar with the Elven script, and the more he read it, the more excited he became.

Gnomes have a low status in Nesser, they are either slaves, pets, and even worse, they are reduced to materials on the Chromamore's test bench. But now, the ruler of Netherel has promised to give them a piece of land and allow them to multiply there.

Even if it was limited to a few tribes of their ten illusionists, such a good thing had never been seen by Hablin before, and he was almost overwhelmed with excitement.

Hablin subconsciously wanted to raise his head to ask the Grand Arcanist for confirmation, but just happened to bump into Badigar's emotionless and indifferent eyes, and Hablin's fiery heart instantly reached the freezing point.

He remembered some of the things he had heard, seen, and even experienced in the past hundred or two years, and every time the tribe gathered a little more, it would immediately usher in a sweep of the Nysers.

By now, Hablin had even vaguely figured out where the population red line was, and before the number approached the red line, he had to find a way to reduce the population, or divide the family, or expel him, and sometimes even kill him.

Can you ask for the land that the people of Nasei promised to?

Who knows if the fate of the dwarfs will change from the original free-range to captivity?

But can he refuse?

Hablin buried his head deeply, almost touching the ground, "My lord, Hablin will surely defeat the elves and live up to the gift of the adults." ”

Looking at the dwarf illusionist kneeling at his feet, Badigar didn't feel any joy or pride, only deep vigilance.

Not only is he wary of the gnomes, but he is also vigilant for himself and the future of mankind, if there is an invincible enemy, will he also be like these gnomes, kneeling down and praying for the mercy and gifts of the enemy?

Badigar doesn't shy away from worrying about the future, but at the same time he is confident that he is because of magic!

"Rest early tonight, and tomorrow when you win, Her Royal Highness Princess Thea will declare your legal status in front of the representatives of the nations, and as long as you obey the order of Netheril, Nethrel will grant you shelter."

After saying that, Badigarh didn't wait for the other party to speak, and left directly.

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