The Second High Reverend of Godsfall was still as confident as ever, as if Baiyi's life was already in his grasp.
His two companions, however, were not as optimistic as he was. The Third High Reverend snapped, "Are you really that confident? He was the representative of the mysterious War God, and he enjoyed the War God's favor. Not long ago, he even snatched a secret treasure that he suspected to be the Book of Servitude from a group of experts. His combat prowess was not something that could be solved with numbers alone. No matter how strong your fairies are, how can they be compared to the elites of the Church and the Northern Land? "
"Times have changed. He's in my territory now. I may be arrogant, but I'm not stupid. I never do things that I'm not confident in. If I say something like that, then I'm sure I can do it." The Second High Reverend did not seem to care about Baiyi's power at all. He continued to speak confidently.
"When it comes to combat prowess, my opinion has always been different from yours. If he really has combat prowess that can topple everything, why has he kept such a low profile? What's the point of him pursuing power? I don't believe such a person exists! The reason why he's always been so timid is because he's under a lot of restrictions. Maybe it's the will of the War God? Or maybe it's the little girls around him? Either way, he's not as difficult as you think he is. "
"Besides, I still have my trump card. What's a mere God's Messenger in front of a true God? Even his War God won't be able to save him, "the Second High Reverend said, cutting off any chance of doubt from the other two High Reverends.
"If you're so confident, then we'll wait for your good news. The sooner we can get rid of this huge threat, the better it will be for our great cause," the First High Reverend muttered. The First Reverend murmured. "I just hope that our reliance and the God of War can come to an end soon …"
"We don't have to worry about those big shots. Let's focus on what's in front of us," the Third High Reverend said. As the Third Walker spoke, his pitch-black body began to fade and disappear from the hall. The other two also dispersed and returned to reality.
At the same time, far away in the Marle Plane, in the capital of the Elf Empire, known as the Kingdom of Dawn, there was a grand and magnificent palace in the middle of this ancient and glorious city. It was the perfect combination of the elegance and tranquility of the elves and the luxury of the humans. Every brick, every tile, and even every flower and every blade of grass was the result of the painstaking efforts of countless craftsmen.
It was a place so beautiful that it looked like a palace of the gods. Every visitor who visited this place was filled with awe and admiration. Even the Emperor of the Walthart Empire, who had paid a friendly visit to this place, was deeply envious. "Only a place like this could be the residence of a true Emperor, right?"
However, this almost perfect palace had a very small flaw. It didn't have a long history, and it looked very new. It lacked some historical precipitation and foundation, because it was actually built by the current Elven King in recent years.
The founder of this place, the unconventional and controversial 18th Elf King, Finos Eternal Starlight Dawn XVIII, was standing alone in a secret study. He was wearing the traditional royal robe of the Elf King and was fiddling with a jade thumb ring in his hand. On the jade thumb ring, lifelike birds and beasts were engraved with unimaginable exquisite craftsmanship, as though they would move in the next second.
This was one of the Elven King's proudest spoils of war. It came from a tribe of dwarves that he had conquered. They had the most skilled jade craftsmen in the entire plane. It was a long and arduous war that consumed a lot of manpower and resources, as well as the Elven King's time and energy. The Elven King had repeatedly asked the traditionalists to send their hidden Wind Chaser Archers and Druids to help him improve the situation, but the stubborn old fogeys always refused, using the ancient covenant as an excuse.
Perhaps it was from that moment onward that the Wise Mad King could no longer tolerate the traditionalists.
Fortunately, the heavens blessed the Elves. In the end, the war had become a highlight in the Wise Mad King's glorious resume. He had obtained a fertile grassland, a few mineral veins that produced rare ores, a huge amount of war reparations, and various unfair trade treaties. Not to mention, the jade thumb ring and a large number of skilled dwarven craftsmen were all his spoils of war.
The Wise Mad King stood in front of a giant mirror that was made of pure gold. The mirror reflected his figure, which was shrouded in a mysterious black fog, so much so that he could no longer see his original shape. When the Wise Mad King regained his senses, he furrowed his brows, and the black fog in the mirror dissipated, revealing his young, handsome, and ambitious face.
The Wise Mad King returned to his desk. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Then, he reached out and knocked on a copper bell on the desk. Soon, the door to the study swung open, and a beautiful maid stood in the doorway. She bowed slightly at the Wise Mad King.
"Summon the Chief Advisor," the Wise Mad King said. The Wise Mad King said calmly. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogant demeanor.
Very soon, a suspicious person, who was hidden in a loose black robe and had his face covered with a hood, appeared in the study room. If this kind of person, whose body was almost covered with problems, was in any other situation, wouldn't he be like a street rat? Yet, under the Wise Mad King's command, he was given the position of the Royal Advisor, a position that was so sensitive?
"Your Highness? Are you looking for me? "The Advisor bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.
The Wise Mad King did not reply. He snapped his fingers, and a Silence Barrier enveloped the entire study.
The black-robed advisor abruptly knelt on the carpet, lowered his head, and said, "Almighty High Lord, what can I do for you?"
Judging from the change in the Advisor's attitude and the way he addressed the Wise Mad King, the Emperor of the Elves was not as noble as the High Reverend of Godsfall.
"High Deacon, please have a seat," the Wise Mad King said politely. The Wise Mad King replied politely as he picked up a secret report that had been delivered to him yesterday. It was from the border, and the report stated that a strange, ugly man had entered the country with a few angelic girls. It was confirmed that this man was Hope, who had entered the country under the identity of Vichy. His trademark squash helmet and bandana mask, as well as his group of beautiful girls, made his disguise meaningless to his enemies.
"Is there any news about this Hope?" The Wise Mad King asked, waving the secret report in his hand before tossing it aside.
"He rushed to Eom Village overnight," the black-robed advisor replied.
"He's meeting up with those old antiques? Just as I expected … "The Wise Mad King said confidently. He then asked," With the number of people we have, what are the chances of us killing him? "" That's right, "the Wise Mad King said.
The Advisor did not answer the question directly. Instead, he asked, "Before I answer this question, please forgive me for asking this. Did he come here on his own accord? Or is it the will of his mysterious backer? "
The Wise Mad King did not answer the question directly. Instead, he asked, "What do you think is the reason why he came here in such a big way?"
"Understood." The Advisor nodded. "It looks like our plan to stall for time did not work. I wonder what the mysterious backer behind him —"
Before the Advisor could finish, the Wise Mad King interrupted him. "You have too many questions. Someone else will take care of them. All you need to do is answer my questions truthfully."
"Please forgive me, High Reverend!" The black-robed consultant instantly slid down to his knees like a fish without a bone. He hurriedly said, "With our current manpower and power level, under the situation where we don't use demigod-level combat power and don't interfere with the main plan, I'm afraid we only have a 20% chance of winning by relying on our advantage in numbers …"
"Twenty percent?" The Wise Mad King grinned. "You mean to say that I've worked so hard for so many years and trained so many people, and yet, when it comes to this guy, I only have a twenty percent chance of winning? Haha! Hahahaha! "
"Just how afraid are you of that guy? Have you lost all your courage? "The Wise Mad King roared again. The Advisor was so scared that he did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Fortunately, his loss of composure didn't last long. It only lasted for two or three breaths before he calmed down. He didn't take the opportunity to flare up. Instead, he resumed his calm tone and continued to ask, "What if we add in Ge Lu's men?"
"We're still in a tight spot," the Advisor answered honestly. "General Gru's men are all tied up at the various defense points. I'm afraid he won't be able to send out many men, so it won't make much of a difference. But … maybe we can start with his students?"
"Naive," the Wise Mad King said disdainfully. "Do you think we haven't tried? He cares more about his students than an old sow protecting its cubs. If we don't get rid of him, do you think you can get close to those girls? Plus, he's with those ancient Druids. Those old farts might not be good at anything, but they're good at running away. I've never seen anyone like that before. "
"If that's the case, we'll have to fight him head-on. Without using our trump cards, I'm afraid we'll have to find the Caudillo Butterfly Bow."
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