Lord of Glory

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At this moment, Windsor stood up angrily and looked at the eight patriarchs who were very leisurely. She asked with a sigh of depression in her chest: "What's wrong? Why don't you say anything? Are you actually afraid? I'm afraid that you will always be there. Have we ever despised and looked down upon human beings? Our brothers and feet are still locked in cages by them!"

Perhaps unable to bear Windsor's anger, a relatively young and beautiful elf frowned and advised: "Night Owl will be wanted by humans at the same time. They are traitors to the human race. Even if we take the peace signed ten thousand years ago, The treaty could not do anything to them in the past. Moreover, we could not find them at all, and in the past, we had to hunt down a large number of dirty undead. On the contrary, we would lose manpower."

After this female elf said this, a young male elf next to her who seemed to have just inherited the position of patriarch immediately tilted her head and suggested: "Why do they want to arrest our compatriots? If the dispute can be resolved, let's negotiate with them. Maybe We can have one more ally.”

"Hmph, how smart are you to deal with the believers of Belair? Have you forgotten how we commanded all races to deal with the invasion of demons in the mythical era?"

The old elf next to him immediately made a sarcastic comment, but the latter immediately rolled his eyes angrily and ignored him. But at this moment, anxious footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. Before anyone could react, the door suddenly burst open with a bang, revealing an elf covered in dust, soaked in sweat, with burnt dirt on his face, looking up at the princess Windsor standing in the center.

I couldn't help but choke up. "What's wrong! What happened!" Windsor suddenly felt bad. He took a few steps forward to ask. But he saw the whimpering elf take out a branch with a burnt end from his arms. Passing it to Windsor, a tone full of sorrow suddenly swept through everyone present: "They, those humans in red clothes, set fire to the forest! Princess, can't you hear it? The whine of those trees!"

"You, what are you..." Windsor was shocked! He stepped back with trembling steps. He looked at the crying elf with a shocked and sad expression. But at this moment, the Bedic patriarch who looked like it had nothing to do with him suddenly turned around and took the branch. He ignored Windsor's confused look, and his wrinkled face was full of extreme anger. ! "Burn the forest. We haven't seen it for ten thousand years. Have humans become so arrogant?"

"It's time to teach these humans who are sleeping in the dream of victory a lesson." Another old elf took a step forward. His eyes were full of anger! "It's unforgivable! You burned our friend alive! It's unforgivable!" The young clan leader roared with tears in his eyes.

"You..." Windsor looked blankly at the eight clan leaders whose attitude changed drastically. But they saw the Bedic patriarch suddenly kneeling on the ground, holding a burnt branch in his hands and raising it above his head. He said with overwhelming anger: "Your Majesty! After thousands of years, we have always been adhering to the ancient tradition. The treaty did not leave the forest. But now humans are the first to go back on their word and commit the most unforgivable crime! They burned the trees alive. They gave their lives to the evil Belair! Your Majesty! I, the Bedic family, are willing to follow your Majesty On the left and right, just like the ancestors thousands of years ago, they led the invincible royal army to drive evil out of our homeland! May Jacono protect us!"

"May Iacono protect us!" After hearing the words of Patriarch Bedic, the other seven patriarchs immediately knelt down with firm expressions. Raised his hand. They all faced Windsor who was standing stunned!

"Everyone." Windsor had tears in her eyes and was so moved that she couldn't speak. At this moment she suddenly realized something. Maybe her people were stubborn and stuck in their ways. Maybe humans are much stronger than them now. But there is one thing that she, Windsor, can be sure of. That is their elven clan, very united!

This is the thought. Windsor suddenly took the branch from Bedic's hand and raised it. His eyes were filled with surging fighting spirit and said: "It's time to remind these humans of the sound of our bows and arrows! I will write a letter right now, Proclaim the elves' announcement to the world! We will lead our royal army across the plains and crush the evil Night Owl Society!" "Yes!" Suddenly, a chorus of responses rang out.

The news spread across the continent soon after. The noble lords and the king were holding the special tree rattan paper with this sentence written on it: "The followers of the evil Belair once again brutalized my people. I, the tenth The fifth elf princess. Windsor is here to seek unity from all human nations. Just like our ancestors thousands of years ago, join forces to drive the evil dark ones out of this pure land! Completely destroy the Night Owl Society! With the great Yako In the name of God Nuozhen!”

"Bah! What Iacono, it's just a heresy!" At this moment, Oxwell, the director of the tribunal who was looking at the letter, threw it into the fire nearby. He came with a look of disdain. He looked at the two Paladin and Corleone who were summoned by him. Suddenly frowned and said: "You guys, what should we do now? I haven't settled the accounts with the Night Owl Society yet. Instead, he has offended the elves. If the Night Owl Society is destroyed in the hands of these heretical races, what will happen to the majesty of our Inquisition in the future? ? How can you still have the nerve to wander around the Holy City?"

"Although we can no longer form an alliance with the elves, what we have to worry about is that those parliaments that are close to the misty forest will not get out of the way because they are afraid of the elves' army? Let their army march straight into the Night Owl meeting?"

Corleone next to him raised this question very keenly. Oxwell immediately made an expression of approval, but Paladin next to him smiled and lowered his head and said: "They will not let you go. My lord, you should go to St. Peter's Basilica immediately to meet with His Majesty the Pope. At this time, he should also know You must make your attitude clear and make His Majesty the Pope believe that if the elves capture the Night Owl Club, it will be a great shame for our church. If the Pope becomes angry, those kings will naturally not fall because of an army of heretical elves. Offend our church.

Because if they really receive the warning from the church and still insist on going their own way, it will be a betrayal of mankind. According to the law of the church, the king can be excommunicated. In this way, under the threat of becoming the target of public criticism, they will definitely resist the advance of the elves. And we can also send the main force to join forces with the armies of nearby countries to exterminate the Night Owl Society. In this way, our great Enos will win against Iacono. "

"Hmm! That makes sense!" After hearing this, Oxwell suddenly stood up and put on the robe of the red archbishop. He hurriedly took the scepter and the Bible and warned: "Corleone, go and deploy the manpower, and then send Letters told those kings. Paladin, you go equip the equipment and weapons. As long as I obtain His Majesty's seal, the army can be dispatched! Those countries will definitely not be able to survive for long in the face of the elves. We must capture the Night Owl Club first! "Yes, my lord." "Paladin lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. The smile on his face was unexpectedly cruel and cold. Where was the slightest smile? (...)

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