"You have to try it anyway. Coughlon gave a rare look of insistence.

"The Earl has now been forced into that vortex, and if he doesn't want to be completely kicked out of the main space of the Ariant Continent by the laws of the continent, he will definitely not act rashly. I think it's best not to provoke him until you're completely sure. Alfi gave a very reasonable reason.

Only a guy with a brain in the water would provoke a magic gold sanctuary when it is unnecessary.

"Don't you dare to act rashly?Have you forgotten the Bloodfiend Light Killing Cannon just now? He has already caused us so much trouble with just one shot, what if there is another shot? Do you still want Celent to control the giant to block it?? This time he was not so lucky?" Coughren sneered, letting everyone see his sharp side.

"I think that shot was the ultimate he could do, right? Whatever the reason, at least the delay in the second shot is telling. "Coughllen's concerns, of course, Alfie took them into account. Judging from the attitude shown by the Earl before, it was definitely not his intention to destroy the continent of Eliat.

"Do you want to take a gamble, see if the Count will solve the obstacle of firing the cannon first and fire a second shot, or will you come up with a solution to him first?" asked Coughren with the same expression on his face. He was sure that in the end, Alfie would give in.

"Damn oracle again?" Alfie asked. Coughlon laughed at it.

'Ahem, Alfie, you forgot to block out the telepathy between us at the right time. Silent coughed awkwardly twice and said subtly.

'I'm sorry. Alfie replied helplessly. For a moment, he forgot the promise he had just made to Serente.

'Can I make a request?' asked Serent, a little timidly. During their time apart, Alfie became more and more of a leader, and Celent unwittingly became a little estranged from him.

There's no need to be so polite between us. Alfie sensed the barrier between the two and immediately set out to break it.

'Should we put the battlefield in that upside-down castle?' I don't want the Ariat continent to be badly damaged. Celent kept Bishop Flann's teachings to heart. The power of the Blood Demon Light Killing Cannon just now made him remember deeply, if they were to go to war with the Earl again, it would be a difficult hurdle they couldn't get around.

'I haven't figured out what to do with the Count, and I'm not prepared to go to war with him now. Alfie glanced at the confident Coughren with dissatisfaction, and hated the roots of his teeth. With such a big bug as oracle art, he was almost destined to lead Coughren by the nose.

"Don't look at me with such fierce eyes, believe me, it's best to start a war with the Count right now. Coughren said unabashedly bewildered.

"You're crazy! are you going to send everyone to their deaths?" the Troll Warrior shouted in discontent.

"Of course I didn't mean that. The only ones going to challenge Delacoural will be Alfie and Serent, plus the Wickburg Transformed Giant. Others have more important work to do. Coughlon gave Zambit a tacit look.

"More important work?" "The troll warrior was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood after seeing Coughron's ambiguous eyes, patted him on the shoulder vigorously and said, "I'll just say~ Dealing with such a trivial matter as the earl, just leave it to Alfie and their little characters to do." We great people are destined to be born for those great events!"

After finishing speaking, he squeezed his eyes at Coughren proudly.

"What the hell are you up to, do you think I'm going to fall for you so easily?" asked Alfie, looking disapprenantly at the two of them.

"I said Alfie, that's your fault. The Troll Warrior said solemnly, "We've given you the easiest job, what do you want?

"Oh, tell me what you're going to do next, more important than dealing with the Earl?" asked Alfipi with a smirk. He was disgusted by the Troll Warrior's wall-to-wall personality.

"This ......" Zambit was speechless for a moment, he didn't know what to do next, he was just cooperating with Coughlen to trick Alfie into dealing with the Earl.

"Like solving the problem of magma eruptions?" said Coughlen, aptly filling the table for Zambit.

"Catherine and Rebecca are already doing it. Alfie clasped his hands around his chest, indicating that Coughren would not cooperate unless he gave him a reasonable explanation.

"The two of them are not enough. ”

"Isn't it enough to add the four-series trapped dragon formation?"

"It's just a little bit close. ”

"Plus Koko and Lennie!"

"Well, at least add Zambit and Hayata!"

"Huh?" Alfie found herself surrounded by Coughlon in a hurry, and it seemed that he, Celrent, and Coughren were the only ones left to solve the magma crisis. Alfie was sure that Coughren had ten thousand ways to stay here.

"So my suggestion is the most reasonable, you go deal with the Earl, and we find a way to solve the magma crisis. Coughren put on the appearance of a wise man and said earnestly.

"We could have stayed and solved the magma crisis. Alfie replied wittily after recovering from his senses.

"All you need to do is buy us time. Coughlon silently pointed to the sky.

"Oh! Schett!" Alfie realized that the muzzle on the reflection of Wickburg in the whirlpool was charging again.

"How's that? Now it's time for you to decide. Coughlon smiled victoriously. It was one of the few victories in his verbal confrontation with Alfie.

"Why do you have to go with Celrant?" Alfie grumbled.

"Because you're the chosen one!" said Kauf of course.

"Please, is Celent the chosen one?" Alfie was grateful for the title, and according to his experience, those who were generally given such titles had to shoulder a heavy responsibility, and Alfie didn't want to be tied up because of this.

"And do you watch Sellent go alone to Count De Laculral?" said Coughren's smile like that of an old fox.

"Uh......" Alfie was at a loss again. Coughlon's words undoubtedly hit him in the soft underbelly, and he was not at ease with letting the simple Celent challenge the Count alone. Although he knew it was for his safety, Celent was definitely willing to do it.

"Wha, Alfie, you can go with Celent in peace. I believe that the giant has enough strength to keep you safe. Zambit let out a smug laugh.

"Count you ruthless!" Alfie made an indecent gesture at the Troll Warrior as his form faded from the elemental dragon's interior, and he teleported him to the giant's shoulder through telepathic contact with Celant.

"It's so good to finally let this guy get deflated! Old God, you're there!" said the Troll Warrior, patting Coughren on the shoulder.

"Are you all ready, it's up to us!" Coughlon said solemnly, and Zambit's smile froze on his face.

"Old, old god, what you just said can't be true, right?" Zambit had a strong premonition of lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot.