At the periphery of The Wind Forest, the rebel elves' temporary base.
An elf walked quickly into the largest tent, and looked at Irina, who was looking at the map, delightedly said, "Your Highness, the agreement with the goblins has been reached. We will be allowed to build a base in the underground caverns in an area of the Geda Mountain Range."
"Very good." Irina turned around with the same smile on her face. She nodded, and said, "According to the original plan, let our people retreat into the underground caverns in batches, and set up a new line of defense according to the terrain of the underground caverns."
"Alright." That elf nodded. He looked at Irina, and hesitantly said, "Your Highness, I heard a piece of news from the goblins just now. You might be interested in it."
"What news?" Irina asked.
"This morning, the king of the Roth Empire announced that Alex has been promoted to the position of grand marshal of the military."
"Heh. This must be fake news released by that old dog for the various races' meeting in two months' time to increase his bargaining chip in the negotiation." Irina sneered, and regretfully said, "It's a pity that Alex is a fool. He definitely won't say anything about this. That old dog has already calculated this."
"No, Lord Alex has responded." That elf shook his head.
"Responded?" Irina raised her voice. No one in this world should know better than her what kind of person Alex was. How could he respond to something like this?
"Don't tell me he agreed?" Irina said with uncertainty. She wouldn't be too surprised if something like this happened to Alex.
That elf shook his head with admiration, and said, "No, Lord Alex rode the purple-striped griffin to Glass Dragon Island, and then carved two lines on that glass dragon pillar: I'm not going to be the grand marshal! I want this world to be peaceful! "
Irina's mouth opened slightly. After the initial shock, she was even more surprised. She smiled, and said, "Has this fellow finally been enlightened?"
A smile appeared on the elf's face at the sight of Irina's long-lost smile. Everyone on the Norland Continent knew about the relationship between Irina and Master Alex.
For the sake of the elven slaves living at the bottom of society, she initiated this rebellion. She gave up her noble identity and status as an elf, gave up the opportunity and freedom to be with Lord Alex forever, and was even willing to lead them into the dark catacombs.
This kind of sacrifice was the reason why all the elves who risked their lives to leave The Wind Forest were willing to follow them to their deaths.
"Wait, there's something I need you to do." Irina stopped the elf who was about to sneak out. She quickly walked to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a letter. She folded it and sealed it before handing it to the elf. She smiled, and said, "Send this letter to the lord of Chaos City's Gray Temple. It's time to announce something to the world."
"Yes." The elf clenched the letter in his hand and turned to walk out the door.
However, just as she reached the entrance of the tent, Irina suddenly called out to her.
"Let me make a trip to Chaos City personally."
…
The purple-striped griffin stopped at the top of the mountain. Meg patted Ah Zi's head, and asked it to go back.
"Howl ~"
Ah Zi rubbed its head against Mag's hand. It was very reluctant to part with Mag, but it kept looking back as it went into the cave.
This made Meg feel a little guilty. He shouted in the direction of the cave, "Ah Zi, I'll bring you delicious food next time."
"Howl ~" Ah Zi stuck its head out immediately, and let out an excited cry at Meg.
Meg went down the mountain with a smile. He then took out his bicycle and rode toward Chaos City.
This trip to Dragon Island could be said to have given him an award-winning performance. He displayed the arrogance and aura of a 10th-tier powerhouse to the extreme.
However, it was also because Alex's reputation was strong enough that he was able to put on a show.
He was also very satisfied with the two sentences that he had been thinking about along the way.
One was a slap in the face, while the other was a statement of his stand.
That wanton exhilaration made him even more eager to recover his strength.
Not long after he entered the city, Mag sensed an indistinct aura following him, and that made him nervous all of a sudden.
Is it a pervert who's coveting my beauty?
Meg frowned. He felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
However, on second thought, such perverts would usually target crossdressers like Shirley. The moment he took off his pants, they would most likely get even more excited.
Could it be that I've been exposed? Mag's expression became even more wary. Even though he had always been very careful, and had never given himself away in front of any living beings, the timing of his departure from the city could very well be linked to what had happened to the dragon tribe. Even though it was unlikely that anyone would be able to make such a connection, he still considered the worst-case scenario out of caution.
This aura doesn't seem very strong, but it's very good at hiding. Seems like I have to find an alley to settle this. Meg glanced diagonally behind him without batting an eyelid. He changed his direction, and rode toward an alley at the side.
Eh? Why isn't he going in the direction of the restaurant? A black shadow appeared in the corner, and quickly disappeared.
Meg could feel that the aura behind him was still following him. The winding alley was getting narrower, and the courtyard walls were getting taller. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This kind of place was most suitable for a sneak attack.
He wanted to see who was tailing him.
The bicycle passed through an alley and was about to turn.
Suddenly, a huge black club smashed out of the alley.
Meg, who was caught off guard, thought of countless tricks to avoid the club in that instant.
However, before he could do anything, the club had already smashed into his face.
"Heh, you've finally fallen into my hands." That was the only thing Mag heard before he fainted. There were also two long legs that were getting closer and closer, and … red.
"Madam, what should we do next? Should we just find a place to bury him? "The black cat servant appeared on the courtyard wall, and looked at Meg lying on the ground, and asked softly.
"No, the motive is too obvious. It'll be easy to trace it back to us. Besides, if we kill him, I won't be able to eat delicious steak." Camilla shook her head, and looked at Meg lying on the ground. A wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "We just need to make him feel that he's a complete pervert, and make him feel ashamed, and feel that he's not worthy of the pure and elegant Miss Gloria."
"Then … what should we do?"
"Drag him away, we'll find another place. It's not good to do this kind of thing outside." Camilla's smile became even more seductive, and she turned and left, swaying her sexy waist.
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