Hardenfell was filled with the noise for the first time in a long time, and even the creaking of the mechanical creations that filled the city could not change the atmosphere that intensified.

Because, when the news of the duel between the gods and spirits spread, it naturally became a topic that no matter which race could talk about it without barriers.

Although the envoys of various races have not yet received the news that they are going to watch the battle, since the goblin race officials have not denied it, this is undoubtedly a certain degree of fact.

Otherwise, the act of arranging the gods and spirits would have been an extremely dangerous move in this world where the gods really existed.

If it is placed in normal times, this kind of news is just a talking point for other races to sort out information, after all, most races are not qualified to be targeted by the gods and spirits at all, and how to better survive in the future is their first purpose.

But now, whether they were intended to be subjective or not, they had been tied to the chariot of the Elkia Alliance, and they were going to fight the world's strongest god race in a battle to the death over whether the war would end.

In such an environment, the importance of strength and strength is naturally self-evident.

Even if they can resist the attack of the Celestial Wing Race, once the main force of the Divine Spirit Race dies, all races will usher in a real demise.

Therefore, this decisive battle is no longer a matter of concern in the past, but the confidence and hope for victory that are closely related to every race.

Before you know it, this matter has leapt over the discussion about the position of the various races in the alliance, and it has become an important task that even the giant race of Mune can participate in the discussion.

"That should be considered a success, thank you, Miss Gypril."

Standing in the distance, looking at the lively discussion in the light screen created by the technique, Rick breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just a matter of doing it, if it weren't for the soil you nurtured, even if I used the technique to spread some rumors, I wouldn't have fermented such a big momentum."

Popriel looked a little admiring, and for the first time looked at Rick: "It seems that I was really rude before, and I actually called a person like you a monkey, and I have this degree of confidence in the situation, even for me as a Celestial Wing, you are qualified to be regarded as an enemy." ”

"Spare me, Miss Gybril, for that is not pleasing at all."

Rick smiled bitterly, there was no merit in it.

"And, as a weakling, I'm good at these things as a matter of course."

Rather than sit back and wait for the decisive battle to come, Rick did not sit back and wait for the decisive battle to come, but tried to play a role in what he did best.

- For poor information, and the use of fame.

In the past, when he had not gained power, it was through intelligence and the fame of the human race, which was despised by all races, that he was able to reduce the mortality rate of the tribe to a near-miraculous level.

Even after Veleslana gave him protection, Rick took advantage of the information gap between other races and the god race, and molded the god of victory who ran around into a protector who would punish anyone who tried to violate the territory of the human race.

From that point on, Rick realized.

Fame, a seemingly inconspicuous weapon, is a force to be reckoned with.

He even fantasized that if he had the power of magic and used it properly, he might not be able to control the direction of this great war.

Therefore, when he realized that other races were also confused about the future and leader of the Alliance, Rick, who was better at brains than strength, naturally did not let go of such a valuable position and immediately put it into practice.

When he first came into contact with various races through his identity as an ambassador, he deliberately began to build momentum for Roland.

Rick knew very well that even if he joined the Alliance, it did not mean that the other races would become blades that would be completely used by Roland.

After all, reality is not something as easy to learn as a strategy game, and the race that chooses to join under the coercion of the general situation is not the same thing as the sincere submission of the human race.

This is especially true on the ever-changing battlefield, where in order to eliminate these destabilizing factors, Lord Roland must be molded as the only hope.

And this duel Roland showed the absolute power to defeat the two gods together, which will undoubtedly make this momentum that has been brewing for a long time, and under the effect of Mu Qiang's instinct, Roland's momentum will jump again in the hearts of the people of all races.

And when they realize that the war will be lost without Roland, no matter what the leaders at the top think, under the fanaticism of the people to survive, those races will naturally go forward and sincerely devote themselves to it.

"The final dragon, the god of victory, if the gods of the forest spirit race and the goblin race are also turned into stepping stones, and cooperate with the previous operation......" Rick muttered for a while, and also had some expectations, "I don't dare to say that it will be twisted into a rope, but in the future war, the races in the alliance will at least become companions who help each other, so as to give full play to the power they already have in a better form." ”

Most of the races that have survived until now have some unique technologies or resources, and the practice of communicating with each other will undoubtedly greatly increase the foundation of the alliance compared to fighting separately.

Just talking about the spirit costumes of the goblin species and the magic items of the forest elf species, even if it is just a simple level of standard rationing, the military strength of the entire Elkia Grand Alliance will be doubled several times.

"However, these gophers are much braver than I remember, and they really let this kind of news spread."

A flash of brilliance flashed in Gypril's eyes, but Hinko next to him was not surprised.

"Because their leader is such a guy, from the very beginning, he is probably ready to surrender, after all, even if the two gods join forces, at most they will be in the same position as the god of victory, no matter from which angle you consider, you can't find the possibility that they will win."

"So, the end result is nothing more than a fiasco, and a decent fiasco, and instead of stumbling in such inconsequential aspects, it is better to show goodwill with laissez-faire."

This conclusion made Rick also nod his head, agreeing that the existence of the race is both a confidence and a burden, and to be able to keep it in this way on the balance that does not cause unhappiness but maximizes the preservation of interests as much as possible, the goblin race does have an excellent leader.

"It's boring," but this argument made Gypril pout. "If it were me, I would definitely take the initiative to take refuge in it, and then give up these false names and exchange them for something more valuable."

"Hey, then I want to hear what kind of high opinion the Tianyi species will have?"

Xinke looked at Gypril with some amusement, the other party's willfulness and arbitrariness are all existences that can leave a record in other races, and they can actually think of a better way than this.

But Gypril's next sentence left Xinke speechless and completely stunned.

"It's simple," as if fantasizing about that scene, Gybril wiped the corners of her mouth, "to offer your soul and then get permission to create a new life with Lord Roland, there is no better idea than this in terms of continuation, right?" ”

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Never before has Hardenfell's observatory been so crowded since his birth.

After all, when the original goblin breeds were built by inspiration, they would never have imagined that there would be a need to accommodate such a mixed situation here in the future.

Even though the alien races only send basic emissaries, they add up to a large number, and because of the different individuals, such as the giant or the dragon spirit, it is easy to occupy a large space.

Thanks to the fact that many goblin species have been pulled to reinforce the battle ground, otherwise there would really be no way to temporarily accommodate so many outsiders.

They crowded into the goblin lookout and looked at the sturdy experimental site in the distance.

Even if it was already crowded, there were still many goblins who were just ordinary people, and they used all kinds of means to use their talents to the extreme, from spirit costumes to mechanical props, and even simply beat the materials at hand to forge temporary high ladders, just to get a glimpse of the opening of this feast.

And even on the lookout, many races with deep blood feuds temporarily put aside their grievances and differences, and while waiting, they created a noisy discussion.

"What the goblins make is strong, but it is too small."

"The forest spirit species actually sent an envoy here, too, after all, their main gods have already come."

"As far as experience is concerned, eighty percent is the victory of the god Roland, and the god of victory has fallen at his hands."

"Nonsense! Lord Okan is not going to lose! This is a union of two gods! ”

Although many races are more optimistic about Roland in a broad sense, the union of the two god races is also supported by many people.

Even if they weren't as powerful as the Victorious Gods who had gained fame in recent years, the authority they had accumulated over the millennia should not be underestimated, given that they were so old that they had surpassed the history of many races themselves.

This is especially true when the goblin breed is in the majority, because unlike Kainas, the usually easy-going Okan enjoys a growing reputation among the goblins, and will only support the Okan for reasons and honor.

"Those ignorant fools, who obviously have the vision to judge all the materials of dragons, will still be blinded by so-called concepts."

Roland didn't care about Gybril's sneering complaints.

It's not uncommon for creatures to have an attachment to their Creator, and even the alien Gypril himself has shown respect for Artexiu, let alone the goblins.

Moreover, it is better to say that the current state of excitement is more in line with Roland's heart.

To put it simply, his musician attribute has flare up again.

When he saw that the idol in his heart was completely defeated, the kind of heart that was almost broken from great joy to great sorrow was a more delicious existence than any food in the world for him.

Roland smiled slightly, floating above the field, looking at the spiritual costumes and spells around him.

Goblins can't use the techniques directly like the Mori Seeds, but they can create more interesting results by combining materials.

He didn't have to wait long before the sparkling light that dispelled the blood-colored clouds erupted and began to surge.

In the distance, Hardenfell, the Divine Furnace in the center spewed hot magma, which continued to flow along the leylines and finally converged in front of Roland.

On the other side, a surging green frenzy rose not to be outdone, and countless tall, twisted giant trees rose in a posture like dragons, and their bodies were dotted with flowers the size of several houses, re-dyeing the land to the life it had before the catastrophe struck.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle in the distance suddenly disappeared, and all rational creatures subconsciously held their breath and stared at the myth that was turning into history in the distance, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyes, for fear that they would miss any picture because of this action.

But the surging emotions like the tide of the sea still hit the hearts of the gods and spirits on the field.

The formation of the essence of the gods is closely related to prayer, and because of this, even if they belong to different concepts, they can feel the vastness of the beliefs contained in them.

Because the end of the war is tense in the anxiety of the danger of destruction.

The desire to do everything in their power to survive because of the survival of the race.

Because of the pride of being able to challenge the strongest god of war and make history.

Even if there is no superfluous publicity, the prayer contained in it is undoubtedly the pinnacle of attention for the gods.

The possibility of creating a new world.

Witness the birth of the strongest name.

This mere fanaticism is enough to be the reason for the birth of the gods.

Although the strongest essence has been occupied, as long as you can become the winner of such a war, then you will indeed have the favor of the strongest name, and have the hope of standing on the same level as Altexiu.

"I was going to say sorry to you, but it seems that this kind of thing is also expected by you."

Okan muttered, looking at the crowd in the distance, fighting at home, although the recognition of the goblin breeds cannot oppress Roland, but this prayer will form a pillar for Okan to support, and even use, guide, and then create superfluous divine essence.

Roland shrugged casually.

"It's just a whim, my original plan was just to stomp on the gods in front of everyone, thinking that that kind of scene would be interesting, and besides, with the help of this way, I can also justifiably borrow something from you."

"Borrowed? When did you become such a courteous person? ”

Cainas looked at Roland and said in a sarcastic tone.

But Okan was not dismayed by the anger of Kainas, frowned, and asked.

"Is there anything else in this world that needs to be borrowed from us, as you are? But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"It's nothing," Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a mouthful of cold teeth, "I just want to."

- I borrowed your essence to calm my heart. ”

Okan sighed, and the surging magma quickly floated around him, turning into a pillar of fire that connected to the sky.

"Really? Such a greedy desire is also a desirable existence. ”

"But we're not going to sit still!"

In the light that could not be captured at all, the whistling blazing wind distorted the light, the majestic and suffocating magic crushed everything, and the thick wind pressure that spread for tens of thousands of miles directly crushed the space.

"Boom ——!"

In the spectacle of falling stars, accompanied by a deafening roar, the challenge to the name of the strongest officially kicked off.

(End of chapter)