87_87643 "Hey, see, Sayers, the entire wall is inlaid with sapphires!" Hunter looked enviously at a tower-like building next to him, and then shouted excitedly to Sayers.

"What are you calling, you uneducated!" Sayes angrily grabbed Hunter's collar and looked around, but fortunately there was no one on the road now: "Don't make a fuss, you really can't get on the stage!"

"Let go, let go!" Hunter struggled, but was no match for Master Bear: "I can't breathe!"

Sayes dragged Hunter through the street and knocked on Moriel's door.

The door opened, and Sayers and Hunter were startled at the same time, and as the door turned, it was not the cold Moriel who appeared in front of them, but Dagulas, who had a wicked smile on his face.

"I've just made an apple pie, let's try it!" Dagulas slammed the door shut.

Sayers and Hunter were completely on the spot - to eat apple pie, at least let's go in first!

Why Dagulas is here is a secondary question.

The door was opened again, and this time it was Morriel, the true owner of the house, who appeared: "Come in." ”

Sayers and Hunter faced the steaming apple pie on the plate in front of them, and the two commanders on the other side who were unhurriedly pushing food into their mouths, and both felt more comfortable standing on the sidelines and watching them eat.

"It's not a big deal, you don't have to be nervous. Morriel took only one bite and put down his utensils, not knowing if it was because of his poor appetite or if the apple pie was simply unpalatable: "It's just that there is a new appointment to announce to you." ”

"You should thank me, high-level mages have their own slots of guards, but Mage Morriel never applied, if it weren't for me, probably she wouldn't have known there was such a rule!" Dagulas's mouth was full of apple pie. But he still spoke very cleanly: "But I wonder why she is looking for you two rice buckets, the lowest level of silver-armored warriors can play a greater role on the battlefield than you......"

It's really straightforward.

"Are you going back to the battlefield again?" asked Sayes cautiously.

Morriel glanced at him, a tall man who looked very rough and very sensitive, and Morriel had noticed this since he first met him and promised not to leak the conversation - though it was quite naïve.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't do what you shouldn't do, didn't your previous commander teach you?" Dagulas lectured Sayers instead of Moriel, and looked at Hunter, who also stuffed his mouth full of apple pie, with relish: "It tastes good!"

"Yes! yes!" both of them nodded at the same time.

"Now you go to the Mage Guild to get the Intermediate Mage Equipment, and then wait for my orders at any time. Morriel stood up, and it seemed that she had not the slightest interest in apple pie.

"But we haven't qualified as a mid-level mage yet...... Hunter snorted. Immediately he was startled back by a glare from Dagulas.

"Still eating, still eating, what to eat, if you want to eat home, let your mother make it for you!" In the face of this moody Commander Dagulas, the two low-level, no, who are now mid-level mages, are really a little at a loss.

Fortunately, it wasn't her bodyguard—and the two of them were secretly glad at the same time.

After Sayes and Hunter left, Dagulas put his arms on the table and rested his chin on his arms as a schoolboy listening attentively: "Why are you looking for these two idiots? Don't you dare to use the person I found for you?"

Morriel looked at the table where Dagulas and Hunter had scattered food crumbs everywhere after their meal, noncommittal.

"Do you think that this council's decision to let us carry out the task is to make up for our mistakes, or what?"

"Isn't that just right!" Dagulas's eyes flashed behind the lenses, "Aren't we just trying to make up for it?" ”

"But this opportunity came too smoothly, right?"

"Whatever, just plan and carry out according to the council's plan. Dagulas accentuated the word "plan" and stood up. It looks like he's going to take his leave: "See you tomorrow, don't be late, dear."

Dagulas made a flying kiss motion, and after the light of the teleportation spell appeared around her, only Moriel was left in the room.

She is the only one who would cast a spell that consumes mana and makes no sense at such a time.

Late at night, Earl O'Sullivan's mansion. The young earl was still not sleepy, and was alone in the study, rummaging for something among the rows of bookshelves, sometimes pulling out a book and standing there to read it for a while, sometimes looking at the cover and inserting it back, as if O'Sullivan just couldn't sleep and wanted to find a random book to read.

Suddenly, O'Sullivan felt something, and when he looked up, he found that the butler had stood respectfully at the door of the study, as if he had been there all along.

O'Sullivan was just about to open his mouth to reprimand Nafu for why he entered the study without knocking on the door, but suddenly found that a shadow gradually appeared in the dark corridor behind Nafu. The wide robe covered the other party's figure, the low hood made it impossible to see the other party's appearance at all, and the light was a little dim because it was only lit by candlelight, O'Sullivan actually felt nervous for a while.

After letting the man behind him into the room, the man bent down slightly, and then withdrew, and with the slight click of the door, the man lifted his hood, revealing it

Light and majestic faces come.

O'Sullivan immediately knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The visitor waved his hand. He walked straight behind the large desk on one side of the study and sat down in a seat that had only been able to be seated by Count O'Sullivan himself. O'Sullivan raised his head, and there was no doubt that the other party was indeed Emperor Stanley III himself.

"You must be wondering, why did I come late at night!" the emperor's tone was a little solemn, even a little impatient: "Agus, the city of Watan, and even the imperial palace, in fact, none of them are safe, including you, the Earl's mansion!"

As a matter of fact. It was not a matter of a day or two for the young Emperor of the Agus Empire to be subject to the Supreme Council, or even a matter of two generations, and the Emperor himself had many unspeakable grievances about the need to protect the face of the imperial family under the condition that everyone knew it. As childhood friends who grew up almost together, although the two have privately expressed their dissatisfaction with the Supreme Council, and after O'Sullivan returned from Rain City and was suppressed by the Council, the two have even secretly reached a consensus to overthrow the Supreme Council, but at this sensitive moment, it is still a very unusual and extremely dangerous thing for the emperor himself to come to Earl O'Sullivan's mansion. O'Sullivan didn't know what was going on, but he was sure it was imminent.

Looking at the emperor who signaled that he was flat, O'Sullivan still didn't say a word, just looked at the emperor with extremely confused eyes - if the council knew that the two were meeting secretly in this situation, I really didn't know what bad things would happen.

"We must speed up the pace, if we continue to delay, Argus will be in danger!" The Emperor did not care about O'Sullivan's puzzled expression, but said to himself: "My intelligence shows that Singh's research is nearing completion. Disaster is coming, and we must act now!"

"Research, what research, what action?" Although the two had already reached a consensus, it was clear that the specific plan was still being planned.

"I don't know, all my information is limited to this, and none of my intelligence officers have been back since half a month ago. The Emperor clenched his fists.

"Then how do you know, research? I'm confused right now, Your Majesty the Emperor. O'Sullivan knew that since the emperor had come in person, there was nothing to hide: "Other matters have been going according to our plan, but we still need time. You know that!"

"I can't tell you anything about the source of the information, of course, it's not that I don't trust you, but, sooner or later, you'll know. The emperor seemed to hesitate, but he still avoided the topic: "Actually, I don't know the specific situation. But the intelligence is definitely not wrong, and the situation is already urgent, very strict!"

"So, what should we do?" The emperor is fine, the only problem is that he is too impatient, which O'Sullivan discovered when the two of them went fishing together when they were children, but now is obviously not a good time to admonish.

"Mobilize all forces at once and besiege the Sanhedrin!" said the Emperor, gritting his teeth.

"It's impossible!" O'Sullivan spread his hands: "We don't have much strength to mobilize, and not all of our people in the cabinet, Lucas and Flickina......"

"Remember the story we heard when we were kids?" the Emperor leaned over suddenly. With a mysterious look, O'Sullivan really felt that the emperor was a little strange tonight.

O'Sullivan stood on the ground blankly, watching the emperor suddenly stand up and walk to the bookshelf, looked for a moment and pulled out a book, opened it and looked at it, and then handed it to O'Sullivan.

It is an album of fairy tales and fables from all over the world for children.

"I must leave, or I will be noticed by the Council!" the Emperor walked to the door and knocked on it, then turned his hood over and put it over his head: "Whatever the method, we must speed up." This is going to be resolved before Singh is done!"

The door opened, and outside it was Nafu.

"You'll go with Kant tomorrow. I also know your difficulties, so let's do our best to carry out our plan!" The emperor suddenly remembered something when he saw the man outside the door: "In the future, all the correspondence between us will be in charge of the husband, and all other occasions should not meet for the time being, you should be careful yourself!"

The emperor walked out, and O'Sullivan actually forgot to salute, looking at the man who bent down and slowly closed the door after saluting, O'Sullivan suddenly sighed a little, it seems that this man who has served the O'Sullivan family for more than fifty years for three generations is not personally appointed by His Majesty Emperor Stanley, his mission has already begun fifty years ago - although the task will continue to change, the person is still the cautious and conscientious old housekeeper.

O'Sullivan lowered his head to look at the page of the fairy tale in his hand, it was a story about an evil arcanist trying to conquer the world with the power of Guò, and the door of memory gradually opened, and the story used to scare disobedient children gradually became clear.

"Arcanists and his geodemon suits...... What do you mean......" O'Sullivan sat down with a deep groan and began to re-read the story that he had heard countless times since childhood.

The next day, at noon, an army larger than ever before marched out of the city of Watan. More than a dozen armored aircraft circled around the city of Watan a few times before flying in the direction of the sleeping forest, and when the vanguard on the ground had become a point on the horizon, the follow-up troops were still driving out of the city gate one after another, and the silver-armored warriors, constructed warriors, and mages were mixed one after another

The chariot meandered its way through the vast tower like a large python that could devour a qiē ground, and when night came, the plains beyond the narrow edge of the sleeping forest were almost filled with countless fires, and the moment of decisive battle was indeed coming from any way.

"They didn't even erect a few towers. It looks like they'll all be in the forest early tomorrow morning. Joelis squatted down on a tree and looked down at Forty-Seven sitting under the tree: "That's what you expected. ”

"As I said earlier, this is not an expectation, but a plan!" Forty-Seven stood up, and a series of joint movements rang out all over his body, "Although it was not all my plan. ”

Joelis jumped from the tree and silently.

"I don't know what your plan is, but if they fight all the way to the Ildris tribe, we'll have no way back!"

Before Forty-Seven could say anything, a magical missile sprinkled with sparks rose into the air. Cut through a beautiful parabola and head straight into the forest, followed by more death rays, stun bombs, and flame missiles that soared into the air, fell, and exploded in the forest.

"They're attacking ahead of time! Is this also in your plan?" said Joelis, putting his finger to his lips, and with a whistle, a series of whistles rang out from far and near, and then thousands of arrows shot out of the forest and rained down on the Argus army like a torrential rain of arrows.

"Do it yourself!" Forty-Seven turned his head and walked back into the forest.

Kant was in a bad mood. So despite O'Sullivan and Morriel's efforts to attack after dawn, he gave the order to attack.

"Damn old Singh, see if I consume all your army in this battle!" I thought so, but I couldn't say that, not to mention that Kant also knew very well that everyone was a grasshopper tethered to a line. But he may not have taken into account that it is unknown whether Singh will see himself as a grasshopper.

"It's the same as Lord Yatu's, to lure that guy out by attacking the forest?" Dagulas leaned over the parapet at the top of the tower, nibbling on a bright red apple while watching the grand fireworks show in front of him, "It's better not to end up like Lord Yatu, Master Kant." ”

"Dead girl, it's really a loss of what Aretha is used to!"

"I don't think that's appropriate. Morriel expressed his opinion: "First, the other party will not be fooled lightly, and secondly, our losses will not be too small, after all, the Night Elves can exert more powerful combat power at night......"

How do you know? There are two things that Master Singh secretly ordered me to do, the first is to seize the strange construct, and the second is to completely raze the sleeping forest - a general attack in the name of avenging Yatu will not only paralyze the elves on a certain distance, but also the nobles and citizens of Watan City, who are tired of the war, and even most of the middle and low-level mages will honestly keep their mouths shut.

As for the losses, who cares so much.

"You three lead the troops into the forest!" Kant leaned back comfortably in his chair and gave the order: "I will then lead the large army to follow, carry it out!"

The vanguard advanced towards the forest under the cover of armored vehicles and aircraft, and the rain of elven arrows seemed to gradually stop. The troops drove into the forest, and what was strange was the cold arrows that were shot out of the darkness. The Argus soldiers didn't see a single elf, which was a suspicious situation for the Night Elves who were fighting for every inch of the forest.

Morriel, who was at the forefront, stood on the body of a giant earth machine spider, stared into the depths of the forest for a moment, and then chose a direction and gave the order to move forward.

Bands of Argus marched into the forest, engulfing the dark green area like quicksand.

The troops continued to advance, and the resistance became less and less until it disappeared altogether, and everyone began to mumble, including Kant, who had entered the heart of the forest.

"Report me the position of the three commanders!" Kant patted the armrest of his chair vigorously, and he was sitting on a plush chair on top of a mounted chariot, which was his habit to stand on the top wherever he was.

"Commander Dagulas has word that she has found a Night Elf colony!"

"Good! Attack! Kill all the damn elves!"

Sayyas's eyes widened, as if he didn't quite believe what he saw in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, less than half of them were left in their team, and wherever the black whirlwind blew, there were large corpses lying down, and all the spell river weapons couldn't catch up with him, and when the whirlwind finally stopped on a mossy stone not far away, Sayes saw that the opponent's blade-covered wings were already dripping with blood.

Of course, it was all the blood of the Argus soldiers and mages, and as for the demon who once slapped Shante to death, not a drop of blood was shed.

Sayas looked back hopelessly for Moriel's traces, only to find that the back of the great spider was empty, and when he was attracted by the sudden burst of colorful light in front of him, the iron demon was already lying in the air, surrounded by circles of different colors of light, and Moriel was standing beside him.

"Take him back!" Morrill said in a tone as if on an outing: "We have made a meritorious service." ”。