On the outskirts of the Forest of Wind, there is a temporary position for the rebel elves.
An elf quickly walked into the largest camp, looked at Irina who was looking at the map and said with some joy: "Your Highness, the agreement with the goblins has been reached, and we will be allowed to stay in the caves in an area of the Geda Mountains. Establish a base.”
"Very good." Irina turned around, with the same smile on her face, nodded and said: "According to the original plan, let our people withdraw into the cave in batches and set up a new defense line according to the terrain of the cave."
"Okay." The elf nodded, looked at Irina, and said with some hesitation: "Your Highness, just now among the goblins, I heard some news that may be of interest to you."
"What news?" Irina asked.
"This morning, the King of Los Empire announced that Alex was promoted to military generalissimo."
"Ha, this must be fake news that the old dog released for the conference of all races in two months to increase bargaining chips." Irina smiled coldly and said with some regret: "It's a pity that Alex is a fool. He will definitely not say anything about this kind of thing, that old dog is sure of this."
"No, Master Alex responded." The elf shook his head.
"Responded?" Irina's voice suddenly raised a few points. No one in the world should know better than her what kind of person Alex is. How could he respond to such a thing?
"He didn't agree, right?" Irina said uncertainly. She wouldn't be too surprised if this kind of thing happened to Alex.
The elf shook his head and said with some admiration in his expression: "No, Lord Alex rode a purple-striped griffon to Lilong Island, and then carved two lines of words on the glass dragon pillar: I will not do it, Grand Marshal. ! I want peace in this world!"
Irina's mouth opened slightly, and after the surprise, she was more surprised. She smiled and said: "Is this guy finally enlightened?"
The elf looked at the smile that had not been seen for a long time on Irina's face, and a smile appeared on his face. The relationship between His Royal Highness the Princess and Master Alex was known to everyone in the entire Nolan Continent.
She launched this rebellion for the sake of the slave elves living at the bottom. She gave up her noble identity and status as an elf, gave up the opportunity and freedom to stay with Lord Alex, and was even willing to lead them away on their behalf. Into the dark cave.
This kind of sacrifice is the reason why all the elves who risk their lives to leave the Forest of Wind are willing to follow him to the death.
"Wait, I have something else I want you to do." Irina stopped the elf who was about to go out quietly, walked quickly to the table, picked up the paper and pen and wrote a letter, folded it and sealed it. Then he handed it to the elf and said with a smile: "Send this letter to the master of the Gray Temple in the City of Chaos. There is something that should be told to the world."
"Yes." The elf clenched the envelope in his hand, turned and walked towards the door.
But just when she reached the tent door, Irina suddenly stopped her.
"It's better for me to go to the City of Chaos myself."
…
The purple-striped griffon stopped on the top of the mountain, and Mag touched Azi's head and asked it to go back.
"Ouch~~"
AhZi rubbed her head against Mag's hand, full of reluctance, and walked back into the cave with one step at a time.
This made Mag feel a little guilty and shouted in the direction of the cave: "Azi, I will bring you something delicious next time."
"Ouch--" Ah Zi suddenly stuck her head out, looked at Mag and shouted excitedly.
Mag smiled and went down the mountain, then took out his bicycle and rode towards the City of Chaos.
During this trip to Dragon Island, he could be said to have given a movie-level performance, bringing out the arrogance and aura of a tenth-level peak powerhouse to the extreme.
But it's also because Alex's prestige is strong enough that he can show off with a piece of tiger skin.
He was also very satisfied with those two sentences that he had thought about all the way.
One sentence is a slap in the face, and the other sentence is a statement of position.
That kind of wanton pleasure made him feel more urgent to regain his strength.
Not long after entering the city, Mag felt a vague aura following him, which made his nerves suddenly tense.
"Is he a pervert who covets my beauty?"
Mag frowned, feeling that things were not simple.
But then I thought about it, this kind of pervert usually targets cross-dressing men like Sheryl, and the moment they take off their pants will probably make them more excited.
"Am I already exposed?" Mag's expression became more vigilant. Although he had always been very careful and had never exposed himself in front of a living person, the timing of his leaving the city today might be thought of by some interested people. Although such an association was probably rare for what happened on the Dragon Clan, out of caution, he still thought of the worst.
"This aura doesn't seem to be very powerful, but it is very good at hiding. It seems that we need to find an alley to deal with it." Mag glanced diagonally behind him calmly, then turned towards the alley next to him. Ride away.
"Huh? Why didn't he go towards the restaurant?" A black shadow appeared in the corner and disappeared quickly.
Mag could feel the breath following behind him. The winding alleys were getting narrower and narrower, and the courtyard walls were getting higher and higher. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This kind of place is the most suitable for playing sap.
He wanted to see who was following him.
The bicycle passed an alley and was about to turn.
Suddenly, a huge black mallet smashed out of the alley.
At that moment, McGonagall was unprepared, and countless tricks flashed through her mind to avoid this club.
However, before he could perform those tricks, the oncoming mallet had already hit him in the face.
"Oh, you finally fell into the hands of my wife." Before falling into coma, Mag only heard this sentence, and two long legs that kept getting closer, and... red.
"Madam, what should we do next? Just find a place to bury him?" The black cat servant appeared on the courtyard wall, looked at Mag who fell to the ground, and whispered.
"No, the motive for killing is too obvious. It will be easy to trace us. Moreover, if I kill him, I won't be able to eat delicious steak." Camilla shook her head and looked at Mag lying on the ground. An evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "We just need to make him feel that he is an out-and-out pervert, make him feel ashamed, and feel that he is not worthy of the pure and elegant Miss Gloria."
"Then...what should we do?"
"Tug it away. Let's change the venue. It's not good to do this kind of thing outside." Camilla's smile became more and more charming, and she twisted her sexy waist and turned around to leave.
