"Things have changed like this, Iyeft, what will you do?" Raphael's gaze was pierced by the divine creature hidden above the Romers Ice Field, and his face showed a look of great interest.

However, his journey obviously needed to be stopped early, and Dalena sent a message that the elves were moving.

"It's too fast, how can the elves make such a big movement all of a sudden?"

It's just that there is a problem with the business road, and with the reserves of the elves, there should not be a situation where it is sold out so quickly. But the current situation is clearly different from what he thinks.

"Is there something wrong? Could it be the Romers Icefield? 'Nine-Headed King Saldis' is not an outcast of an elven deity, it is more important than I thought? Why did a mistake make the elves so nervous? Is it because of the Twelve Star Crest? Or is it because of the Elven Grand Duke? Or is there something I haven't noticed? ”

Raphael's mind filled with doubts, and when he thought about it, it seemed that his journey could continue again. Now that the elves have moved, the fleets in the Endless Sea cannot let them act at will. If the elven gods were angry at this, they would undoubtedly be able to eat them as pawns.

After all, no matter how they moved, they couldn't escape passing by the sea, above their own territory. As long as they pass by, Raphael naturally has a way to trap them, and then sink them all to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

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"Saldis is such a piece of rubbish, he doesn't come out early, he doesn't come out late. It was at this time that the ground broke out of that damn place. "In a splendid palace in Summerfield, the holy city of the elves, the elven king, dressed in pale green robes, sits on a position made of vines.

The Elven King is a more general term, and the dominant Elven is the Elven Queen. However, the Elven Queen did not have only one spouse, but only one regent was born from it, and that was Malken Morrowind. This is the most loved by the elven queen and has become the elven clan's external speaker.

He has the control of all the teams except the Elven Royal Guard, although the label says so, but in terms of execution, it is not executed according to that set.

The elven regent's sideburns were already a little gray, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, but this did not affect the supreme beauty of his face, on the contrary, because of these, he had a mature atmosphere. The handsome face is carved like a knife, and this is an excellent sculpture that only the best carvers can make.

"When one seal is broken, it will undoubtedly affect the others. None of the original twelve Grand Dukes survived the experiment. But God thought they had a chance to be hidden cards in our hands, so He sealed them away. After so many years of peace, I thought they had been lost in the passage of time. ”

The Elven Queen was dressed in a very dusty white dress, and held a staff made of ancient tree branches, and the rich vitality emanating from it made people want to take a few more puffs in order to prolong their lives. Perhaps it's really because of the staff, although this elven queen is already very old, she still has girl-like skin and stunning beauty.

"After all, they have all absorbed divine power, and it is not so easy for them to die under the seal. This time it's also because of my negligence, I'm guilty. Please blame the Queen! Malcolm Morrowind stood up from his position, got down on one knee, and said with great annoyance.

"You can't blame you for this, if it's really so weird, wouldn't we all be guilty?" The Elven Queen sighed and shook her head.

"Now I'm worried about the god of the sea, if he gets in the way. Our ships simply do not have the slightest chance to move at sea. The ice field was too far away from Summerfield, and the gods would have to expend too much excess power if they wanted to move. ”

The Elven Queen was able to sit in this position, obviously not really just a vase.

"This matter is indeed troublesome, and if the news about Saldis is known, the damage to our elven reputation will be too great. After all, this is a study that even the gods feel forbidden.

The god of the sea has cleaned all the posts and outposts that we have set up near him, and now we have no information about it. This kind of situation of darkness and self-awareness may become our failure in the future. ”

There was a kind of worry on Malken Morrowind's face, there were so many bad things in the past that they were pressed one by one, making people feel like a black cloud covering their vision.

"God of the Sea, this guy is bound to be a headache for the gods in the future. Maybe we should start with Bartholomew's area, and the blind defense will only show more flaws. We can't be like an elk running through the jungle, waiting to be hunted by hunters.

The god of the sea is indeed powerful, he became famous at a young age, and created such an amazing feat in such a short time. But how can the power under his command be compared to the elite of our elves? Since we must water this 'flower of war' with blood, let us be the blades that cut the throat of the enemy. ”

The Elven Queen's face exuded a resolute, cold, expression, which together looked like a murderous berserker.

"If we do it, then it will cause a war between the gods. Have you weighed the risk queen? Malken Morrowind was stunned by the Elven Queen's astonishing idea, and couldn't help but freeze in place. He didn't expect such words to come out of the other person's mouth at all.

He couldn't help but think of the journey of the elven queen, who herself had stepped on the blood and corpses of other queen candidates to sit on the queen's throne. Killing itself may have been a daily routine for her, but after sitting on this supreme throne.

This kind of bloody thing doesn't need to be carried out by her personally, so that people forget her cruel side. Remember only that she was a wise, visionary, benevolent, and beautiful queen. The package of politics can easily touch away a person's flaws, leaving only those hypocritical truths.

"I've already mentioned this matter to the gods, and the gods have agreed with me. So, Your Excellency the Regent listens! The Elven Queen had a smile on her face, and it was a pleasant smile.

Even if you haven't smelled blood for a long time, the thought of that smell makes you want to stop.

"Lord Regent Malken Morrowind, here at the Queen's orders!" Malken Morrowind felt that he was really confused by the ups and downs outside. If the elven queen dared to say this to herself, she must have received the tacit consent of the gods.

Otherwise, with such a big battle, even if the elf queen was the leader of the elf clan on the surface, she would not dare to give such an order casually.

"You personally led the 1st to 8th Legions to attack the Bartholomew area, and you didn't need to leave anything alive. Blood will make the enemies of the gods understand that provoking our elves is a recipe for destruction! The Elven Queen rose from her throne, and as she spoke, a streamer of light flew out of the staff and landed in Malken Morrowind's hands.

This is a legion's transfer token, the first to the eighth legion, which is a full 80,000 elites.

"It's just ......," Malken Morrowind wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by the Elven Queen.

"I understand your concerns, and the gods of the sea will naturally deal with it. You just have to do what the gods need you to do. In the case of Saldis, the team that should be sent out cannot be stopped. We're going to throw smoke bombs at the god of the sea so that he can't fully guess our intentions.

The movement of the legion will be covered by the gods, and I hope you will not let the gods down. ”

The elven queen said, moving forward, and her posture was fascinating. Lifting the face of Malken Morrowind, who was kneeling on the ground, he kissed him on the lips.

"Rest assured, I won't disappoint the gods and the Queen!" Malken Morrowind gripped the token tightly and said earnestly.

A conspiracy, a bloody storm is condensing.

The world will never go well for you, even when you feel that everything is in your hands, a small negligence can be the trigger for you to lose everything.

Anyway, Raphael didn't feel this black cloud of backpressure on him at all now, and a game between the two sides was unfolding on the continent of Io. Unfolded at the moment when the evil gods are raging, the rich cherish their little lives. But in the eyes of the gods, everything is just a pawn that can bring victory.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as dogs, and what they are saying is nothing more than such a thing.

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Raphael didn't smell the gunpowder coming from the sea breeze, and he even seemed quite leisurely at the moment. Because the elves did move, and they appeared on the sea with a 'swagger'.

This time, the elves did learn wisely, and instead of using any kind of blatant art ships, they used a cover like a large human merchant ship. The crew on deck is also pure and cannot be pure human.

But the 'stench' emanating from the elves could be smelled very clearly even after a dozen nautical miles. Raphael was not interested in understanding why humans had become smokescreens for elves.

There was only one thing he knew, and since they had chosen to help the elves, it was that they couldn't get along with him. They knew that the elves had a bad relationship with him, and they risked their lives. Raphael didn't mind that they would become a wisp of revenant soul at the promise of the elves.

Clear skies, this is the sight that everyone who sails on the sea expects to see the most. The captain was complacent about having received a huge amount of extra money, and as soon as the ticket was gone, he would be able to retire early. There is no need to think about Kinsol anymore, and there is no need to think about the risks at sea.

He could use the money to buy a squire or knight in those military countries, and then buy a small estate. The affairs of evil gods and beasts are as terrifying as nightmares. But he'd also heard that the god of the sea was selling weapons that were good enough to deal with those ugly things.

Either way, he should be able to live to the end of his life. That was his greatest wish, so he sat down in the captain's quarters and poured himself a glass of red wine, and beneath the seat was a neatly arranged Kinsol, his hands rubbing against it, making the wooden crates shiny.

"Captain! Captain! A quick knock on the door pulled him back from his fantasy. The red wine in his hand was poured a little, which disturbed his original good mood. If he hadn't been sitting on top of a big box of Kinsol, he would have scolded his mother.

"What?" Still, his tone was very impatient. After drinking the red wine, I reluctantly touched the shiny wooden box before getting up from my position and walking out.

The door was opened, but the first mate's hand accidentally hit him on the nose, and the force was not light. Directly beat him to the point that his nose bleeds.

"What the are you doing?!" The captain was now not good-tempered at all, and he directly pulled out his gun and pressed it against the head of the first mate.

"Captain, captain, there are suddenly eight seaspouts outside!" The first mate still cares about the captain's mood at the moment, the scene outside is too amazing, let alone encountered, I have never heard of it.

"What did you say?!" The captain directly put away the pistol, staggered the first mate, and walked outside.

What was happening in front of him made him forget the pleasure of that large box of Kinsor, and all that was left was fear.

On the sea, seaspouts moved outside their ships. Each seaspout was exactly the same distance from their ship, without the slightest deviation. The water lapped against their boat, making splashes, and he could feel the water sliding across his face.

It's not sea water or rain, it's sweat. He knew that his good life was not a chance to live, "I was wrong, revered god of the sea." Please forgive our ignorance and please spare us! The captain knelt directly on the ground, his forehead slammed the deck, and he didn't care that the blood had already stained the deck. He was so scared, so scared that he forgot the pain.

When the crew saw the captain look so distracted, their faces changed. They had thought that the shipment was too heavy, and now it seems that there is something wrong with that shipment, a big problem! It even attracted the new god of the sea.

"Captain, what did you do?!" The first mate stepped out of the cabin, pulled the lost captain up, and asked in a loud voice.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have coveted Thor and escorted the elves." The captain's gaze had been overrun by fear, as if he had been caught in a Imperius curse.

"What?!" The crew instantly understood why they had come to this fate......