The whole audience was silent.

The crazy words from the boss on the stage made the kings present silent without any strange voices.

The kings from all ethnic groups below lowered their eyebrows, looked at their noses, and looked at their hearts. They didn't even dare to look at the big boss on the observation stand, and they all looked quiet and well-behaved.

Sier quietly poked a cyclop on his side with his elbow and said in a voice:

"Don't you admire His Majesty Cross the most? If you wave the flag to cheer for His Majesty Cross, His Majesty Cross will be very happy and will give you the entourage afterwards!"

A heart-warming flashed in the giant's eyes, but he also sent a voice in anxiety:

"Will I stand up at this time be beaten to death by that Majesty on the spot?"

Sier comforted: "It's okay. If you help His Majesty Cross stand up at this time, he will definitely take action to protect you, otherwise who dares to surrender to him in the future?"

The Cyclops felt that what Sier was saying was reasonable and couldn't help but feel ready.

But he was still a little hesitant and looked at Sil vigilantly:

"Big brother, are you fooling me? They all say that this generation of trolls has unfortunately made you, a bad guy who has bleeded pus."

Sier said seriously: "That is their prejudice against me. How can one-sided words be believed? Actually, I am a scholar and never lie!"

The Cyclops felt increasingly unreliable and said suspiciously: "Can trolls become scholars?"

Sier changed color and said angrily: "I kindly guide you, but you discriminate against my profession? How can trolls not become scholars? You are racist!"

The Cyclops couldn't help but say, "No, I didn't mean that, I was just a little worried..."

Sier said earnestly: "Opportunities are fleeting, and if you miss them, you will be gone. To seize them, you still need the courage to match them.

Look at how could Rather Hede of the Thunder Beast Clan become the follower of His Majesty? It was because he stood up when everyone dared not stand up, brother, you..."

A resolute look flashed in the giant's eyes, interrupting him:

"Good brother of the Troll Clan, I believe you. I think what you said is reasonable. Our elders say that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared!"

Sier's face was full of relief and his eyes were full of encouragement.

The Cyclops took a deep breath, got up suddenly, and shouted:

"I……"

"Bang!"

"boom!"

The next second, he flew out, knocked out a big hole, and flew out of the hall directly.

Withdrawing his hand, the old giant chief of the flying tribe stood up honestly, bowed, patted the back of his head with his big hand, and said apologetically:

"Report to your Majesty, this little guy has a problem with his brain. He suddenly fell ill just now. Please allow your Majesty to take him to the temple priest to see a disease and prescribe some medicine."

Ji Changan, who was sitting in the first place, looked at the Cyclops who were blown out with fun, looked at Sier with his eyes lowered his eyebrows and said suddenly with a smile:

"Accurate!"

The old giant said happily: "Your Majesty is kind!"

After saying that, he took a big step, turned around and chased the giant who was blown away.

Before leaving, the old giant glared at Syl fiercely and said:

"The troll tribe is bad, the little turtle calf who is oozing pussy. It must be you who are secretly doing it and inciting my silly boy. I remember this hatred!"

Sier wiped his cold sweat in disappointment, thinking that the world's prejudice against him was too deep!

At the same time, he also thought it was a pity.

If it weren't for the old patriarch's obstruction, several people on the stage would have collided at least once.

And I might be able to see how high the peak of the throne-level combat power is from the battle between the two lords.

People in the world only know that the throne is invincible, and even if they devote all the foundation of a saint, they can only protect themselves in front of the throne.

The throne is divided into different levels, and the one who stands in the front is undoubtedly these ancient lords.

They have long stood at the peak of the throne and peeked at the realm of the gods.

The saints feared the three Dimos who had achieved the throne of lords in this life, but were not afraid.

Because there are not no throne-level existences in their heritage.

But they were afraid of the ancient lords who had already stood at the top of the throne.

That was the power that could overturn everything and truly change the world pattern in an era when the gods could not come out.

For today's tribes, the most important thing is how to face these returning lords.

If they unite, this world will have no power to stop them.

Those who rebel will all die.

Those who do not ministers will die.

only……

Sier thought in his mind.

He originally believed that the birth of the Lord was to respond to the will of the gods, mediate worldly disputes, and unite all forces.

But now it seems that they have internal discrimination and disputes, and they are not a monolithic part.

Sier couldn't help frowning.

This is not a good thing. Such differences and disputes will be targeted by the short-sighted but ambitious guys of the tribes, and will be used to expand the rift between the lords and create a worse situation.

In Sier's view, it is a good thing that the gods want to calm the disputes among the tribes and unify all the powers in the world.

But who should the unification tribes be headed by?

All clans will not surrender easily, especially those who are used to being the "boss", they will inevitably regard this as a new struggle to seize power and seek more power.

If the lord is united, it is enough to suppress everything, but if the lords rift expand and a confrontation situation is formed, this may even affect the camp among the gods...

Sier could not determine whether the gods were prepared for this, and it had nothing to do with the pursuit of power and power, but rather the manifestation of his own will.

He believed that every god had an extremely firm will and his own demands, and would never easily compromise with others, even if it was an existence at the same level.

If the solutions the gods seek are different, how should they seek common ground while reserving differences?

Should the lord fight for power and limit the struggle to the mortal world, or should the gods end in person?

This series of chain reactions only requires the first domino.

When Sier thought of that scene, he shuddered.

If the crisis faced this time is really an invasion from outside the world, then Syl has already seen the self-defeating ending of this world.

And what should I do if I want to break this situation?

Sil asked himself, and finally sighed in his heart.

Because the answer is power.

He suddenly thought of the crazy words of the Your Majesty just now, and his heart suddenly burst out.

Invincible...

"Haha, His Majesty the Stars are really good at joking. He never thought that the No. 1 Emperor who ruled the world in the past would be such a wonderful person."

Cross smiled, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant. He looked at the kings who were all in the audience with their heads lowered and raised their ears and said lightly:

"Since His Majesty the Stars have arrived, then the meeting of all races will begin."

A temple priest who was signaled by his eyes rushed forward to preside over the convening ceremony of the conference.

They also did not want to see the beginning of the conference, and the two lords competed against each other.

Ji Changan squinted his eyes and smiled, without saying a word.

As for whether it is a joke, I will know then.

He turned his eyes with interest to the troll sitting next to the giant being blown away, rubbing his chin.

The insertion of the temple priests, coupled with the big guys on the stage, did not seem to have further deepened the dispute, and even broke out directly, warmed up the winter atmosphere in the temple.

There were a lot of trivial and quiet discussions in the originally silent hall.

But the kings who had dared to look at the lords on the stage did not dare to turn their attention to them easily this time.

The temple priest who was responsible for presiding over the conference directly cut the topic to the point after some polite words.

The first theme of this conference was directly thrown out without any suspense.

"According to the will of the gods, in the next three years, the six temples will be responsible for mediating wars among all races, with a period of three years. At that time, there will be no war in this world, and all disputes will be coordinated by the temple."

Although all tribes knew this before the meeting, when the temple priests made this public without any concealment, the debate in the temple suddenly became much louder.

"Three years? It's too short. Our tribe's war in the Nanming Sea will last at least six years! We can't end in half, right? Then the tribe members who died before were killed in vain?"

"Hey, all disputes are mediated by the temple? What is the standard?"

"My clan doesn't know much in the temple. Isn't you going to suffer a big loss in the future?"
To be continued...