Early the next morning, the Wise Mad King summoned Roy Woodwhisper, the most powerful Demigod sorcerer in the Fairy Kingdom. He was also known as the Morningstar Sage. Roy Woodwhisper's family was one of the first to follow the first Fairy King, and he enjoyed a high reputation in the Fairy Kingdom. Roy Woodwhisper's family was the most talented in the last few thousand years, and he had been taught magic by humans since he was a child. Three hundred years ago, he had become a Demigod, and he had proven that the fairies in Isythre were not suited to learn magic.
Roy Morningstar Sage was so powerful that even the Fairy King had to respect him. It was rare for him to be summoned like this. So, Morningstar Sage was forced to give up on the luxurious breakfast in his family and rushed to the palace. He frowned as he ate the breakfast prepared for the Fairy King.
Soon, another old acquaintance of Morningstar Sage's came. It was a demigod warrior known as the Green Sword Saint. His name was Ferno Starlight. Although it sounded funny to the humans, the fairies did not understand the green culture of the humans.
Both of them were Demigods, so their statuses were naturally similar. They were both competitors and good friends who knew each other well. After greeting each other, they looked at each other with puzzled eyes. Clearly, neither of them knew why they were suddenly summoned here.
Before they could figure out what the Wise Mad King was thinking, the Wise Mad King appeared in front of them with four mysterious men in black robes.
"Are they relatives of the Chief Advisor?" Green Sword Saint asked, pointing at the four suspicious men.
"No, they are good friends I met when I was traveling among the humans. They are very powerful." The Wise Mad King raised his chin slightly, and the Green Sword Saint and Morningstar Sage's expressions changed. A demigod and three holy spirits! How could they hide their energy fluctuations so well? How could they not notice when they were standing right next to them?
The Wise Mad King waved at the maids around him, and they were dismissed. A huge Silence Barrier enveloped the entire dining hall. The four of them also took off their hoods, revealing four shiny bald heads and the most standard common faces. They looked as if they had just escaped from the Dark Prison. The leader of the group, who had the strength of a Demigod, even revealed a devilish smile and said in a dry and hoarse voice, "Nice to meet you ~"
The moment he spoke, the two Demigod powerhouses on the elves' side immediately became wary. Morningstar Sage glared at him angrily and asked in a low voice, "Demon?"
"You can call me Xeron." The big baldy casually pulled a chair over and sat down. He looked at the plate of exquisite pastries in front of him, picked up a piece with great interest, and threw it into his mouth. After chewing it hard, he revealed an expression of enjoyment. "I think I'm about to get used to the food of you humans. I can actually taste a trace of delicacy from it?"
"Unfortunately, you'll never get used to it, because the breakfast here can be said to be the worst in the entire empire. It's even worse than that of ordinary farmers." Morningstar Sage looked at the Wise Mad King and asked impolitely, "Your Majesty, why have you brought these evil demons to us?"
"They are not evil demons. They are loyal comrades, and they will fight a real demon with you," the Wise Mad King said calmly. He then pulled a chair over and sat down. He picked up the pastries on the table and took a bite. A bitter smile appeared on his face, and he sighed helplessly. "Just as you said, the taste is terrible …"
Although he was commenting on the pastries, what he was really trying to say was not that simple. After all, this was a breakfast prepared for the Elf King, so how could it taste bad?
"Fenos, you are playing with fire," the Green Sword Saint said in a disgruntled tone. The Green Sword Saint was very displeased, and he even called the Wise Mad King by his name. The two of them were related, and they had been childhood friends. They were like brothers, and that was why the Green Sword Saint dared to be so impudent.
"My dear brother, I know what I'm doing. Also, in a situation like this, you should call me High Reverend," the Wise Mad King said coldly. He threw away the remaining pastries in his hand and said, "The situation is not good now. For the sake of our great cause, you must let go of your prejudices."
"Hehehehe! I like the two of you. If there's a chance in the future, you must come visit me. " The bald demon, who called himself Xeron, let out a devilish laugh. Compared to the frowns on the two elves' faces, he looked excited and happy.
"Let's start with a quick recap. The plan that I told you about failed. Our old friend decided to intervene. I have to admit, a real God's Messenger is hard to deal with. That's why I need the help of my friends," the Wise Mad King said, then proceeded to explain what had happened the night before.
"Hehe, as expected of someone who killed Thaas. He's so powerful that even I shudder when I hear his name," the bald demon said with a strange laugh. The bald demon said with a strange smile. He even acted like a frightened bird. It looked like he was really scared.
However, the Wise Mad King's face darkened. It was obvious that the young man was mocking him for his incompetence. He might be a High Reverend, but the young man was the First High Reverend's trusted aide. Now that the young man needed his help, the Wise Mad King could not do anything about it.
The two elves, on the other hand, had a strange look on their faces. They knew the Wise Mad King's plan, and they knew how powerful he was. They knew that he would not fight a battle he was not confident of winning, but he still failed. Was that hope really that scary?
"We don't need to kill him. We just need to guard the key points and wait for the plan to be completed. Then, he will die," the Wise Mad King said.
"Can't we rely on our own power? Why must we team up with them? Finos, think about it. If you continue like this, you will bring disaster to the kingdom! "The Green Sword Saint did not give up.
"I told you to call me High Reverend!" The Wise Mad King's voice suddenly became louder, and his face turned cold. "Finos, I hope you have not forgotten how you became a Demigod."
The Green Sword Saint wanted to say something, but he did not. He sat back down in his chair and shook his head.
On the other hand, the Morningstar Sword Sage had not given up yet. He continued, "Your Majesty, when we first agreed to join the Godsfall cult, our first condition was that their actions would not harm the country or our family. I hope you still remember that.
"Of course I remember." A look of annoyance flashed across the Wise Mad King's face. "But now, a real enemy is trying to destroy our country. Isn't it time for all of you to stand up for him?"
He stood up and said, "Many ministers are waiting for me. I still have many things to deal with. You two should get to know each other better. In a moment, the Chief Advisor will be here to deliver the details."
After saying that, the Wise Mad King left the two groups of people, who were ready to fight at any moment, together. He turned around and left.
Fortunately, the people present knew the severity of the situation. Even though they did not like each other, they did not fight in the territory of the Second High Reverend.
While waiting for the Chief Consultant to come over, the bald demon Xeron seemed to have sensed something. He stretched out his hand and gestured in the air. A map-like thing appeared between his fingers, and a light spot was flashing slightly on it.
"It seems like our old friend is moving faster than I thought." Xeron thought for a moment, and then he turned to the bald demon behind him and said, "Englos, you are the best at escaping among us. Why don't you go and test the waters?"
"The bravest Englos will return with his head!" The bald demon who had been ordered to do so was not happy. Suddenly, his body was wrapped in a black fog, and he disappeared.
Xeron shrugged and smiled apologetically at the two elves. He said, "I can't help it. There are always some unlikable idiots among my subordinates."
The two elves' faces froze. This bastard actually sent one person to deal with Hope? Although Hope had the power of a Holy Spirit, wasn't it the same as sending him to his own death?
Anyone would feel uncomfortable being on the same team as a guy who could openly send his teammates to their deaths … However, Xeron the Demon seemed to take it for granted without the slightest hint of guilt or apology. Even the rest of the demons did not object. In fact, they even looked like they were taking pleasure in Xeron's misfortune …
Just as the Thirteenth Walker, the former Lord of the Abyss, had said, this was a race whose eyes could only see their own interests. They were filled with selfishness, betrayal, shortsightedness, and stupidity, which were deeply carved into their bones.
Of course, the Fifth Walker did not have any reason to think of such a comment. He was currently standing in a place that looked like an altar. He was using his psychic energy to examine the runes on the ground, trying to determine the function of the runes.
Nydore, who had been forcefully woken up by Baiyi at the crack of dawn, still looked sleepy. She curled up next to the Fairy Walker and looked at Baiyi's work listlessly. "Grandma, what's Grandpa doing?" Nydore asked helplessly.
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