Chapter 472 Terrible

Wuming jumped over and hugged Monget:

"Finally I'm here. They didn't believe me before."

Wuming pulled Monget and stood in front of the table:

"Let me introduce you to Monget, the King of Rodel."

The horn people looked at Monget's big horns and blessed appearance. They were in a trance and whispered.

The first one who couldn't accept it was Andros. He looked at Monget and slammed the table:

"Impossible! The group of people you brought are all sons of filth. How can you prove the will of the golden tree? How can such filth enter Rodel!"

Lance Sanx was unhappy when he heard it. He jumped onto Monget's back and hugged his neck:

"Show me your big rune."

Mongget didn't quite understand the situation, but when he heard Lance Sanx say so, he still did it.

The huge grace and blessing condensed into light, covering Monget, forming a ring, and a vertical line passed through the middle of the ring.

The halo was somewhat similar to the flag of Messermo, but without the additional logo, it was more simple.

The moment he saw the logo, Andros felt that he was not standing firmly, and he almost sat back down.

As a devout believer of the golden tree, he certainly knew the meaning behind the logo.

The center of gravity magic ring was located on the trunk, which represented two facts-

One was that the filth in front of him was a member of the golden family, and the other was that he was indeed the king of Rodel.

Mongget put away the light and no longer showed the magic ring. He didn't want to say much when he first arrived, but just observed the surroundings carefully.

He had only heard of this land but had never seen it. There were many things he needed to learn. Before he figured it out, he chose to remain silent.

Wuming patted Mongget's big tail:

"Look, Marika's own son, they are all evil-all horned people, and they can still become kings. Why can't the horned people and the golden tree tolerate each other?"

The horned people looked at Mongget, and their originally firm will softened a little after hearing Wuming's words.

Wuming's nonsense turned out to be true, so the pie he had drawn before was naturally more credible. In Mungert, the Horned Man saw hope.

"Impossible... This is not true." Andros murmured, "I don't accept it!"

With Andros's roar, the Shadow City behind him was covered with dust and the earth began to tremble.

"Ashimi." Wuming shouted.

The teardrop immediately stretched out its hand in front of Wuming's eyes, and its palm expanded and turned into a telescope.

Wuming saw that many Messermo soldiers rushed over from the Shadow City, holding swords and weapons.

Wuming looked to the other side and found that the Horned Man's large army was also rushing over.

"Huh? What's going on?" Wuming said, "You also have cloud-piercing arrows? I didn't see you calling for help."

"We made too much noise." Patch said, "They probably thought the other side was causing trouble, so they sent reinforcements."

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding." Wuming suddenly realized, "Then just explain it clearly. Lance Sanx, you have a loud voice, you go."

"I'll do it." Michaela took the initiative to say, "Don't worry, there won't be a fight."

Sure enough, although both armies charged towards the battlefield, they slowed down at a certain stage, until they stopped completely not far away.

The holy light, accompanied by a misty pink breath, spread out with Michaela as the center, covering the entire battlefield. The hostility and ferocity of both sides were wiped out for a moment, and when they came to their senses, they had stopped, and in a daze, they no longer tried to attack immediately.

"Awesome." Wuming gave Michaela a thumbs up.

"It's just a trick of the God." Michaela said, "If I can't even affect a battlefield, I can't be your employee~"

Michaela looked at Marenia who came with the crowd: "Look at my God sister, can't she also modify the climate of the entire Gaileide?"

Two Gods...

The Horned Man and the Black Knight looked at Michaela, both of them were a little numb. This group of people who suddenly appeared were really not easy to deal with.

Michaela's statement of praising Wuming made both sides look at Wuming more cautiously.

But the soldiers of both sides didn't react so much later. Although the battle caused by the conflict was stopped, the two sides still didn't relax their vigilance after a long battle.

The Horned Man was more relaxed. The impact of Mungert's appearance was too great. The Horned Man couldn't help but start to think about the future described by Wuming, so they temporarily suppressed the offensive of the Horned Man.

The soldiers of Messermo still clenched their axes, and the atmosphere became more tense.

Because Andros did not suppress the soldiers' willingness to fight. He still did not completely surrender. It was increasingly difficult for him to accept the existence of the Wuming Caravan, which was more filthy than the other.

"The Queen of Kalia, the Horned Man King Rodel..." Andros muttered, staring at Wuming,

"You did bring up a lot of powerful characters, but none of them were heroes of the Golden Tree, so I don't believe you. But the Horned Man did have Darun, who was also the King of Rodel. Could it be... that you have teamed up with the traitors to destroy Rodel?"

"Why are you a traitor? You are so mean." Wuming was not convinced, "Although Rodel did seem to be destroyed by me."

When Wuming said this, the Black Knight and the Messermo soldiers were shocked and immediately clenched their weapons.

Even Messermo looked at Wuming in shock:

"Rodel was destroyed by you? You never told me about this?"

"Ah? Is this kind of thing worth talking about? I forgot about it." Wuming was confused, "It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal?" The red snake eyes on Messermo's body widened.

Wuming said, "I'm working hard to rebuild, okay. Besides, I don't think I can be entirely blamed for this. I think Lao Lu gets half the blame - more than half the blame!"

As Wuming said, the commotion on the Black Knight side became more and more commotion. The Messemer soldiers who had been missing their hometown for thousands of years heard that their hometown was gone. Every one of them had red eyes. They stared at Wuming, clenching their axes tightly, and their bodies were full of blood.

The overwhelming blood energy would almost immediately dissipate the golden light that Michaela used to maintain tranquility.

There was a squeaking sound, which seemed to be the sound of some kind of iron tool being dragged on the ground.

The ferocity of the Messemer soldiers suddenly stopped.

Although they had been away for thousands of years, this sound still suddenly awakened the soldiers' memories.

Everyone held their breath and stared in the direction of the sound.

Under the mirror of the holy light, a warrior with gray beard and strong muscles walked out carrying an axe.

The moment he stepped out of the mirror image, a storm was stirred up in the sky. The dark blue cloak danced with the wind. The armor decorated with silver, iron and gold collided, making the sound of gold and iron.

Ge Fulei carried the giant ax on his shoulder with one hand, looked around, looked past the dark army, admired the scene of the Land of Shadows, and smiled:

“It’s so nostalgic to visit my old place again.”

"Lao Lu, why are you here?" Wuming greeted Ge Fulei.

"I opened the door, can I not come?" Godfrey said, "Besides, the junction has been too boring recently, and my hands are itchy."

Ge Fulei stared at Wuming with blazing eyes:

"We'll have another fight someday. There was no winner last time."

The Black Knights and Mersemer soldiers were a little numb. They felt that they could no longer understand the world.

Wuming also shrank his head:

"Forget it, last time I beat Rodel to pieces. Your men and your son complained about me just now. It's obvious that you didn't do it lightly or harshly."

Hearing what Wuming said, Godfrey turned to look at Mersemer's soldiers and laughed:

"It's just a discussion, don't take it too seriously."

Godfrey looked at the soldiers with a soft expression:

"You have been fighting for these thousands of years? It's really hard on you."

The soldiers' eyes suddenly turned red.

"By the way, Lao Lu, give me a nice word." Wuming said, "Your general is unwilling to give in. Please support me."

"Then support it." Ge Fulei didn't care.

He raised his giant ax high:

"If you are willing to listen to me, follow me and fight!"

Almost all the Mersemer soldiers knelt down on one knee and swore loyalty to Godfrey.

Among the kneeling soldiers, the Black Knights who were still standing stood out.

Andrews looked at Godfrey with complicated eyes. He noticed that the once bright golden light in Godfrey's eyes had now dimmed.

"King, you have actually faded?" Andros said.

"My wife asked me to do so, so I will do so." Ge Fulei smiled disapprovingly.

"Ms. Malika took away your blessing?" Andros was even more unbelievable, "You... cheated?"

"Cheating?" When Ge Fulei heard this, he frowned and stared at Andros with ferocious eyes, like a lion, ready to burst into pieces at any time.

Godfrey looked at Andros seriously: "What does cheating mean?"

Patch replied from the side: "It's just that you have a crush on other women and are in love with other people."

Ge Fulei understood now and curled his lips and smiled:

"Why are Malika still looking for other women? Is there any woman more exciting than her?"

Andros became more and more shocked: "Then why does Queen Mallika want to take away your blessing?"

"How do I know?" Godfrey said, "I will do whatever my wife asks me to do. She asked me to go out to fight, so I went out to fight. When she asked me to come back, I came back. Why do you think so much? Just fight."

Andros took a deep breath: "Where are you now, Madam Mallika?"

"I heard that the matter was too big and he was imprisoned in the golden tree." Godfrey said, "Serosio said that he would go and try to remove the thorn of rejection, so I didn't care."

After hearing what Wuming said was confirmed by Ge Fulei, Andros was completely uneasy. His heart was full of mixed feelings and he was speechless for a moment.

Andrews didn't say anything, but Godfrey wanted to say:

"I heard that you don't listen to Wuming? He's pretty good, you can listen to him."

Andros stood in front of the table, his head lowered, staring at his sledgehammer, silent.

After a moment, Androids looked up:

"Forgive me, King. We can only obey the will of God, not your subordinates."

"That's true." Godfrey did not embarrass Andros, "But Malika can't speak to you now, and I can't even hear her."

Andros said: "Then we can only continue to maintain the Queen's previous decree."

"Malycus, can I talk to you?" Godfrey said suddenly.

Andrews was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly:

"The words of Lord Malikis should represent the will of the Queen and Lord Finger."

"You just need to find him to get the key to enter the Golden Tree." Godfrey said, "Just call him over later and let him talk to you. Let's disperse now."

Godfrey dismissed the Black Knights with a few words, his words were plain but unquestionable.

Andros also agreed with Godfrey's plan and stopped talking. He asked the Black Knights to retreat and stop fighting.

Wuming was very happy. Before, he could not support himself alone, his staff was stretched thin, and he was restricted everywhere. Now that Michaela has finally opened the door and brought so many people, Wuming has never felt so rich.

"There are too many cards in my hand." Wuming smiled happily and asked Mikayla, "How did you call so many people?"

There are two demigods, two gods, and two kings. This lineup is unprecedentedly luxurious.

Michaela looked at Full Moon Queen Lenara:

"The Full Moon Queen wants to meet her sister."

Then he looked at Latarn:

"Brother Latarn wants to meet his senior brother."

Looking at Marlenia again:

"Sister, follow me."

Finally, Michaela looked at Menggert:

"Brother Menggert wanted to keep an eye on others. So everyone came in."

"Neferi is coming too?" Wuming said.

"She has a deep connection with this place." Michaela said, "Similar to the reason why the War King came."

"Yes, everyone, you have also seen-"

Wuming said, looking towards Kakuto, and was stunned.

The eyes of the horned men who were originally staring at Menggert turned to Godfrey, their eyes glowing red.

Before Wuming could react, several horned men had already rushed towards Ge Fulei, their bodies expanded and exploded on the spot.

Ge Fulei looked at the horned men charging towards him, frowned, and slapped his hands. The storm blew up, and slapped back all the flesh, flesh and debris from the horned men's self-destruction.

When the two forces clashed, no one expected that the tables and chairs would be smashed to pieces on the spot. Fortunately, there were no weaklings in the center, and they all withstood the impact of the confrontation.

"Eh?" Wuming still didn't react. He was still immersed in the joy of having too many cards. Unexpectedly, Kakuto was silent and already exploded.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left on Kakuto's side, the person who had been negotiating before.

"What's going on?" Wuming wiped the blood on his helmet, "Weren't you fine just now?"

"Ge Fulei, the person who ruined the hope of our clan." The horned man said in a deep voice, "You are actually back."

"Horned Man?" Godfrey said, "The battle with your king was very enjoyable."

Kakuto took a deep breath, as if suppressing his anger, and looked at Wuming:

"You have proven your power. It seems that you are not lying. The Golden Tree and the Horned Man are indeed expected to coexist."

The Horned Man continued: "But Godfrey and Messermer—these people who massacred our people in the first place, as long as they are still here, we will not be able to forget our hatred."

The horned man turned and left: "See you on the battlefield."

"Ah?" Wuming couldn't react. He looked at Patch, "Why is this happening?"

"Don't ask me, I don't understand." Patch said, "But anyway, the conversation is over, let's go."

Wuming looked at the cornered man who had retreated, still a little confused about this change like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling:

"It shouldn't be."

Wuming looked at Michaela: "Are you suppressing their feelings of revenge?"

Michaela said: "No, I just calmed them down at first. I definitely didn't change their cognition or thinking."

Wuming looked at Ge Fulei again: "How much hatred do you and Jiaoren have?"

"It's not a big hatred." Ge Fulei was also a little confused, "I just killed their king."

"Is this matter... serious?" Wuming asked others.

"Kill the opponent's king." Ashimi stood next to Wuming, "It's definitely serious."

Wuming tilted his head: "When I was hunting kings, everyone said I was a hero."

"That's because your hometown is abnormal," Ashimi said.

Menggert had just figured out the situation, and when he saw the horned man leaving the table angrily because of Godfrey, he sighed:

"Father, I told you that you shouldn't have come."

Facing his mature son, Ge Fulei smiled awkwardly:

"Aren't my hands itchy?"

Menggert said: "But just because you came over, the peace talks between Wuming and Jiaoren broke down."

"Oh." Ge Fulei was a little surprised and looked at Wuming, "You asked me to support you, so it turned out that you asked me to support you in talking to Kakuto."

"You support me without knowing anything?" Wuming felt even more confused.

"You have a good sense anyway." Godfrey said, "I trust your judgment."

"Do you still support it now?" Wuming asked.

Ge Fulei asked: "Why did you remember to talk to Kakuto?"

"For peace!" Wuming clenched his fists.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth." Godfrey said.

"How do you know what I'm telling you isn't the truth?"

"Intuition," Godfrey said, "doesn't seem like your goal."

"Okay, I'm here for the soup." Wuming filled a bowl of soup for Ge Fulei and handed it over, "Want some?"

Godfrey stretched out his hand, passed through the bowl, grabbed the pot and drank heavily. The black soup flowed down along his gray beard, and he drank all the scorpion soup in one gulp.

"It's great that Kakuren's soup is still so good." Godfrey let out a long breath and laughed, "You have a good sense, this is indeed Kakuren's treasure."

Wuming looked at the cornered man walking away:

"My eyes told me something was wrong."

"Something's not right." Michaela said, "The reaction of the characters was a bit too extreme."

"Shouldn't you go too far when you see your enemy?" Ashimi didn't understand. "Kill the king."

"If it's too extreme, it should be too extreme." Michaela said, "The large forces of the Horned Men are approaching, and there are many people with good eyesight who can see Godfrey clearly. But in fact, they don't react that much."

Michaela hooked her small lips with her fingers:

"Besides, King Godfrey's battle was not a fight without honor. He fought openly and defeated the opponent head-on. The Horned Man's hatred for Godfrey cannot be deeper than that of Brother Messermo."

Messemer said gloomily from the side:

"I have taken away all the lamentations and curses. Kakuto should no longer hate others."

Michaela pondered for a moment and looked around:

"Is Ampach still there?"

Wuming said: "He left, saying that he had finished repaying his kindness. What's wrong, you have something to do with him?"

"Brother Wuming, you are pursuing reducing bloodshed, so you need to communicate more." Michaela said, "There are also people who are pursuing wounds and bleeding. For this reason, reducing communication between the two parties and deepening the hatred is undoubtedly the most convenient method."

Michaela's eyes flashed with golden light: "The so-called blood conspiracy..."

Leda suddenly realized: "The Blood Dynasty is causing trouble?"

She quickly stood up and looked for the Horned Messenger who had come for the peace talks, but she had long since disappeared.

"Then let's find a loudspeaker and shout?" Wuming said, "If Blood Dynasty wants to create misunderstanding, let's clarify it first."

"It's of little use," Mikaela said. "The Horned People will not be willing to believe the enemy's propaganda. If there is a collision of public opinions under such unfavorable conditions, there will only be one result, and the war will break out again."

"I know this question!" Leda was very excited. "As long as Lady Michaela lets them experience tenderness, they will naturally stop fighting."

"I can indeed do it." Michaela looked at Wuming, "Do you want me to do this?"

"Then forget it." Wuming waved his hand.

"Why forget it?" Leda was very angry, "Don't you want to pursue peace? Lord Michaela's route can guarantee peace."

"Sure enough." Michaela smiled, "Brother Wuming's pursuit is actually not peace."

"Not peace?" Most people present were stunned.

When they saw Wuming busy, they all felt that Wuming should be fighting for peace. Why did Michaela come up and say that Wuming was not pursuing peace?

Michaela said: "Peace is very simple. It can kill all dissidents like the golden tree, and make everyone gentle like the holy tree. Or it can strengthen the troops. As long as the horned people are completely suppressed, slowly By assimilating them, peace can also be achieved.”

He glanced at the black cat on Latarn's shoulder and looked at Wuming with a smile: "But that's not stable enough or strong enough, right?"

Michaela picked up the last bowl of scorpion soup and tasted it: "If the Golden Dynasty is given another ten thousand years, I'm afraid they won't be able to make soup like this."

"Hey, this kid has a long memory." Wuming pointed at Mikaela and praised him to Patch, "You can remember it after just one spanking. It's better than that unlucky kid from Serian's family."

Ashimi still didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Ge Fulei chuckled, his eyes burning:

"Building scale creates strong ones, right?"

Wuming was a little surprised: "You still remember what we talked about when we first met."

"I can wait forever, your big pie - what you said is a stronger warrior than me." Godfrey said, he couldn't help but laugh, revealing his ferocious lips and teeth, and all the muscles in his body were trembling.

"That's right." Wuming's eyes also burned, "Don't you look forward to it? When the horned man recovers from his super strength, he will be a warrior even more powerful than the former king of the horned man."

The two supreme powerhouses instantly revealed an extraordinary fighting spirit, as if they resonated with each other and shocked everyone.

But Wuming's fighting spirit only lasted for a moment, then he restrained himself and said:

"But now, it will take hundreds of years for the Horned Men to recover. There is no chance. Let's do it step by step. When the Horned Men were at their peak, there were strong men who could rival Lao Lu. But now, more than a thousand years later, the Horned Men can't even compete with Messermo. They have no resources to grow, and it is difficult to give birth to strong people. They can only rely on their life strength and resilience to suppress the birth of other strong people. This is not a healthy competition. ”

"Growing up with abandon and dying passionately, this is how you can be called famous." Messermo murmured, "The battle in the Shadow Land is indeed too tragic."

After hearing this, Leda's eyes went straight:

"So you would rather raise the Horned Man and start another war than have Lady Michaela's gentleness?"

Wuming looked at Michaela: "Do you have any objections?"

"I have no objection." Michaela smiled, "I think Brother Wuming is right."

"No wonder the old man values ​​human beings so much..." Lance Sanks muttered while lying on Mengt's back.

"What did you say?" Mengt asked.

"It's nothing." Lance Sanks said, "But the Horned People are now preparing to start a war again. If this continues, they won't be able to grow."

"Go back first. We can't find anyone in the corner who can talk to us now. The Blood Dynasty is too good at hiding and running away." Wuming stared into the distance, but could not find the huge resentful soul of the old woman in the corner. "Life will end after all. They are eager to grow, and if we are sincere enough, they will definitely be able to explain it, right?"

The ring finger points to Shadow City:

"Go back home first and catch the wind and wash away the dust!"

Micaela brought a large group of people, including War King Ge Fulei, a national idol of the Golden Tree. Almost everyone was in high spirits, temporarily putting aside the previous hostility and trivial matters, and reveled in Shadow City.

They were not even too worried that the Horned Man might launch a surprise attack. After all, with the War King present, no one would care about the Horned Man's surprise attack. Many soldiers even wanted the Horned Man to attack immediately so that they could fight side by side with the War King again.

The return of Ge Fulei made the already numb soldiers recall the honor and glory of fighting.

Wuming's caravan brought a lot of specialties from the border area, and with the rogue chefs and others coming, the taste of hometown floated in Shadow City and the vault, conveying a happy atmosphere.

The people in the caravan were also very happy to see Wuming safe again, and the Patch team, who had gone deep into the Shadow Land alone, also eased the discomfort of being in an unfamiliar environment and the slight tension that was always difficult to eliminate because of seeing the large army.

In the cheerful atmosphere, in the room where Kureda and others were kept, Leida called Dane and Moore, with a serious expression: "Time is running out, let's kill Wuming."

"Again?" Moore sat on the bed holding a jar, looking at Leida with some sorrow,

"Leave it alone, Leida, Mistress Michaela is back, you should rest too. Don't always fight and kill."

Moore stammered: "And you always say you want to kill Wuming, but you haven't done it once."

"That's because I'm still observing, observing Wuming's purpose and nature, and this time, he finally showed it." Leida said, "It was because Mistress Michaela came that I realized that Wuming is a dangerous man, and he has made Mistress Michaela give up her former gentleness."

Leida said: "There is a war about to happen, and it is a war guided by conspiracy, but Lady Michaela does not stop it. Is she still Lady Michaela?!"

Moore poked his finger: "But wasn't the Ionian War instigated by Lady Michaela..."

"That is a necessary sacrifice, just like we are going to kill Wuming now." Leida said righteously, "For the ideals of Lady Michaela, for that gentle world, even if I have to launch the Black Blade Night like the Moon Princess to cause the Shattered War, I will not refuse."

Leda drew the sword from her waist:

"Come with me to challenge Wuming. He has the power of a king, and I can't do it alone."

Leda was about to rush out of the room, but saw Dann standing silently at the door, blocking the exit.

Dann was wearing an old robe, slightly lowered, and the brim of his big hat covered his face.

"What do you mean, Dane?" Leida frowned, "Did you betray Master Michaela too? You should be the most loyal one."

Dane's bandaged fists slowly stretched out from his cloak, and then his fists unfolded, revealing a necklace.

It was a necklace in the shape of a fallen leaf, which looked like an amulet, but was actually a holy mark.

The holy mark of the Fallen Leaf Sect was a symbol of serving Michaela.

"You want to say that you didn't betray Master Michaela?" Leida guessed what Dane meant.

Then his fists changed quickly, forming a complicated combination.

Moore looked at Dane's gestures and said:

"Dane said he was a Fallen Leaf Sect."

"Of course I know he is a Fallen Leaf Sect, 'Falling Leaf' Dane." Leida said, "But what do you want to say?"

Dane's palms changed rapidly again.

Moore said, "He said... the Fallen Leaf Sect saw the decline of the Golden Tree from the fallen leaves, so they prepared for the future when the law would be shaken."

"I know." Leida said, "So Dann served the new god, Lord Michaela, and now, as the Fallen Leaf Sect predicted, the Golden Law is shaken, and the world is waiting for a new law. The Fallen Leaf Sect has a deep faith, and has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and morality. I believe in his loyalty."

Dann gestured again.

Moore said, "On the other hand, the Fallen Leaf Sect is the earliest clergy to prepare for the new god."

Dann nodded, and gestured to his Fallen Leaf Patting Holy Seal, and patted it.

"Wait." Leida understood it belatedly, and her face gradually twitched, "You are not...preparing for the new era and new god again?"

Dann took the Fallen Leaf Holy Seal back into his arms, and then, with both hands, gave Leida two thumbs up.

"You traitorous bastard!" Leida roared and rushed towards Dann, slashing with a sword.

Dann did not dodge, but took the sword head-on. The muscles on his body stuck Leida's sword on his shoulder, and then punched Leida and sent her flying to the opposite wall.

Before Leida could get up, he had already flown over, pressed his knee on Leida's back, and locked her with his backhand.

No matter how Leida struggled, she could not break free and shed tears of humiliation.

The holy light illuminated the room, and Michaela walked into the room, smiling at Dann and Leida.

"Lord Michaela..." Moore stood up quickly.

Dann also let go of Leida and saluted Michaela.

"Lord Michaela..." Leida's eyes were ruptured due to the long-term burden and the tears she had just shed, and blood flowed out.

Michaela helped Leida up, wiped her tears, and the wound in her eyes disappeared immediately after her fingers passed.

"Don't worry." Michaela comforted Leida, with purple energy flowing out of her hands. "You are too tired. It's time to rest."

"But Dann defected. He actually thought that your era has passed and that a new god is coming..." Leida murmured, her eyelids began to fight, but she did not succumb to Michaela's hypnosis and continued to chant, "Is that nameless warrior going to start a new law and a new era? Will he not choose you?"

"Don't worry, the nameless route is also very tolerant and gentle. His choice will definitely surprise you." Michaela said, "After you wake up, observe it with your own eyes."

The tough Leida showed rare fragility and confusion in extreme sleepiness:

"Will he tolerate weak people like us?"

"Yes, he will." Michaela said.

Leida closed her eyes after hearing Michaela's words.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes a little and said vaguely:

"But isn't he going to start a war?"

Michaela was a little helpless and lost her temper:

"Even Hullie is not so sleepy."

Leida still murmured vaguely:

"I can't sleep, I want to watch them, watch them endlessly... forever... I want to help Master Michaela fulfill his ideals, this is my mission..."

"Ah..." Michaela sighed, leaned down, and his lips were imprinted on Leida's lips.

Leida suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Michaela.

"Ah, it turns out that I am already in a dream--" Leida said this, and then she fainted completely.

Michaela stood up and wiped her lips:

"She's too nervous. She'll be much better after she wakes up."

Michaela noticed that Dane and Moore were staring at her, and she put her hands on her hips and pouted:

"What? I can't use charm, so this is the only way."

Michaela left the room and waved to Moore and Dane:

"You guys should be careful too. Without the charm, Leida might attack you. Leida's nature is very bloody, suppress her."

Moor was a little worried. He walked to the unconscious Leida, wiped her nosebleed, and carried her to the bed:

"Lord Michaela, why don't you let Leida sleep a little longer? It should be better to let her wake up after things are settled?"

"But we need this blood." Michaela said, "The bloodshed is coming."

In a hidden cave far away from the Horned Man battlefield, there was a pool of blood. The Horned Man who was originally negotiating walked out of the pool of blood.

After walking out of the pool of blood, we went deeper into several corners, where the old woman of the horned people was waiting.

"What are the conditions for peace talks?" said the old woman.

The horned man who walked out of the pool of blood said:

"The bottom line of the other party is to give up the Tower of God, but half of the land is needed, and entering and leaving the tower requires the review of the Golden Tree - in short, they do not allow the horned people to obtain a new god."

"Return the tower we use to touch the gods, but do not allow us to descend the gods?" said the old woman of the horned people.

"In the bones, there is still the arrogance of the invaders." The horned man began to wear the noble clothes of the Blood Dynasty, "and fear, fear of being picked up by the invaders. After all, how could they really be willing to be redeemed based on you? They don't even have horns on their heads. Those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

The blood nobles dressed neatly and said:

"There is only one way to achieve true peace, and that is to become as strong as the enemy, or even stronger."

The old woman of the horned people looked up and looked at the guardian spirit she joined in the void.

She was silent for a long time, then said:

"That's it, let's continue with the original method."

The old woman of the horned people said in a sad voice: "My tribe needs a god to bring salvation and restore glory, even if that god... is not my tribe's god."