Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. Zumashal, the evil moss trolls were arguing fiercely, while the patriarch sat in a high position, watching his people quarrel and curse, but remained unmoved.
Because the warlord Moranduo and the priest Mihayd agreed with Zumashal to join the tribe and support Zujin, while the priest Ilsavans and the priest Marika opposed the Badmoss clan's involvement in a fight that was not beneficial to them, the two factions became fierce. arguing.
Faced with such a close dispute, as the clan leader, he could end the quarrel as long as he expressed his position, but he chose to watch from the sidelines. What a bad guy, this guy is not worthy of being the clan leader!
While Elsa Wens was explaining her point of view, she kept looking at the clan leader's reaction, and what she saw was indeed a face that looked indifferent and indifferent.
Sure enough, replacing him is the right choice! Elsa Wens said this to herself in her heart.
No matter humans or trolls, after they have made good excuses or reasons for themselves, after they have crossed the threshold in their hearts, or after their positions have changed, they are always used to criticizing their opponents or enemies from the moral high ground.
I'm going to assassinate you because you're going to hurt everyone.
I want to assassinate you because you are not worthy to be the leader of the clan.
Everyone will benefit from my assassination of you.
I am not assassinating you for personal gain.
Everyone will benefit from your death.
All problems will be solved when you die.
So go to hell.
After finding a reason for herself, Elsa Wens' heart became as hard as steel and as hard as a rock.
Her supporter, Priest Malika, was having a heated argument with Priest Mihaid, while Warlord Moranduo and the patriarch were drinking wine and watching a show. This scene gave Elsa Wens a sense that even if the clan leader did not come, the warlord Moranduo might launch a military coup to abolish his and Marika's rights and force Zumashal into Zujin's chariot.
Sure enough, Du Ya and Evil Teeth are right. Noble character can only be used for self-indulgence. If you want to save all sentient beings and save peace, you need iron and blood, and you need fire and killing.
It’s such an ironic and painful realization.
"Master Patriarch. It's already dinner time. Let's stop arguing and fill our stomachs." Seeing that Marika showed signs of being unable to deal with Mihayd, Ilsa Wens interrupted decisively.
"Yes. The meat should be roasted by now. Let's eat first." The patriarch stood up from his seat and left first.
After everyone left the Altar Square where the meeting was held, Marica walked up to Ilsavans and asked: "Your Excellency, Priest Ilsavans. Why didn't you say a word during the argument?"
"Because it's useless," Ilsaviens answered.
"Are we going to let the patriarch who only knows how to eat, fight and sleep with his subordinates' wives and daughters lead everyone to die?" Malika said angrily.
"Your Excellency Marika, haven't we all made final preparations? Why are we still so angry?" Ilsa Wens whispered in Marika's ear.
"I still want to try again. After all, you know, once... you can't look back." Marika said covertly.
"There is never a second way. Why do you think that idiot clan leader didn't say anything and let us argue? He just wanted to stay in Zumashal for the night. To him, our argument was just a farce to entertain the mood." Elsa Wensi attacked her clan leader with the greatest malice.
"Then how do we deal with it?" Marika discovered the secret and left a few days later. Ilsa Wens seemed to have become a different person. She no longer had the shadow of the weak priestess before when she spoke and acted.
"Keep arguing. The patriarch wants to see us arguing, so we will argue for him and postpone the meeting until tomorrow." Ilsa Wens replied.
"what do you mean……"
"The accident will happen tonight."
"Okay, but Your Excellency, Priest Ilsavans, then let's pray that the foreign aid you find will perform well." Marica sighed.
The heated and useless argument continued until the sky darkened completely.
"Since none of you can convince anyone, let's take a rest today and we will continue the discussion tomorrow." The clan leader yawned, indicating that today's meeting was over.
"That guy who is always in heat. How did he become the leader of your clan? The future of the Badmoss clan is bleak." When Elsa Wens returned to her residence and closed the door, Mr. One-Tooth appeared from the shadows.
"Because he lived long enough." Ilsa Wens simply dealt with Single Fang and Bad Fang. Then let’s get straight to the point, “Is humanity ready?”
"I'm doing something, don't worry. With your map, that male dog is dead." Mr. Duya replied.
"That's good." Ilsa Wens responded calmly, not looking very interested.
"Elsa Wens. Look into my eyes, and then answer me, what do you want to do with my human friends, and what do you want to do with me." Mr. Duya suddenly asked this.
"Except for the army of the warlord Moranduo, the remaining trolls obey the orders of me and Marika. Letting humans go is also one of the reasons to criticize Moranduo. Don't worry, I will keep my promise." Savins knew that Mr. Duya was worried about crossing the bridge and destroying the river, so he offered words of comfort.
"I hope so. Priestess, please find a reason to open the door. It's time for me to leave." Mr. Duya felt that time was almost up, so he stopped talking to Priestess Irsa Wens and prepared to take action.
"By the way, ask your people to tie a white cloth strip on their left arm to avoid accidental injury."
When Elsa Wens opened the door, she felt someone blowing air into her ear. When she looked back, Mr. One-Tooth had disappeared.
In a large cave less than ten kilometers southeast of Zumashal, a hundred human elites were waiting for the signal to take action.
"My friends, it's time to take action. The one with a white strip of cloth tied to his left arm is a friendly soldier. Other trolls who resist can be killed."
When Mr. Duya appeared in the cave, the sound of drawing a sword became a piece of music.
"What a pleasant sound." Mr. Duya was not frightened, but actually enjoyed the sound.
"Mr. Duya, is it time for us to take action?" the human commander of this small team asked.
"Yes, for the sake of your king and our common friend, His Majesty Carlos wants the head of the Moss Troll leader." Mr. Duya was extremely proficient in Common Language and uttered such an aria like a poem.
"Then, lead the way, Mr. Troll. The king will get everything he wants, including the head you mentioned." The commander was full of confidence and was not worried about his own safety at all. He regarded the entire army as nothing. of style.
"Then, follow me closely, don't get lost, it will be dark tonight." After Mr. Duya said that, he turned and left.
The leader of the Moss Troll, whose head is being targeted, is having an unobstructed meeting with his Zumashaar warlord Moranduo.
"Mo Landuo, how's the situation? Huh..."
"Father, with you in charge, those priests can't change the world, roar~~~~"
"To be specific, hey hey..."
"At least six hundred people have fallen to my side. That stupid woman thought she was still in control of the situation, hohohohoho."
"Very well, let's have a showdown tomorrow. It's too boring to just sit and have a meeting, ah ta ta ta ta."
"Okay, Father, I will find an opportunity to talk to the remaining people tomorrow. It is best to make that idiot Hamil turn to us, wah da da da da da da."
"That one of yours looks great."
"Then let's change? Father?"
"Well, change." (To be continued.).
