Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 790 Curtain (Part 2)
Julius Antry, the eldest son of Duke Winford of Bretonlia, is known as the strongest person in the younger generation of Bretonlia, even more powerful than Solomon.
Anton met him a few years ago. Since Duke Otto and Duke Wenford had a very close personal relationship, Anton and Julius met and fought against each other under the introduction of both parties.
The final result was that Anton lost the horse battle and won the foot battle. After the battle, both young men felt incredible:
Is there anyone in this world who can rival me?
So after that duel, the two young men made friends and regarded each other as fierce rivals.
This knight of the Kingdom of Batoria carries a two-handed sword on his back, a lance is held by his retinue, a shield is hung on the hind legs of his high elf horse, and a one-handed sword is tied to the shield
superior.
He was as handsome as a knife but as cold as ice. His long golden hair was tied into a ponytail and tied behind his head. Seeing Anton approaching, his mouth opened and he spat out a few words:
"If you are here, I will definitely come."
"I knew you would come because I am here, I just didn't expect Miss Sulia to come with you."
Anton shrugged, and then turned his attention to the female knight standing next to Julius.
She has long golden curly hair, a straight posture, an almost perfect face, a dignified and elegant aristocratic lady temperament and a heroic knight temperament perfectly blended together, a pair of sea blue eyes with a little curiosity,
The female knight in front of him showed an extremely standard aristocratic smile to Anton:
"Hello! Mr. Anton, nice to meet you."
Among all the women Anton had ever seen, only Ekaterina, the exiled princess of the Alplekes Empire, could rival her in appearance.
"Yuli is actually willing to bring his precious sister out?" Anton made a joke, and then extended his hand actively: "Hello! Miss Sulia! It's an honor to meet again."
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Everyone in the parliament hall was wearing gorgeous clothes, with robes made of silk and the finest silk hanging down to the floor.
The debate in the council has been going on for some time, and it was obvious that they could not come to any conclusion. As Archmage Seras Elan pushed open the door with two attendants, everyone inside looked at this person.
The chief mage of the Principality of Shire.ωωw..net
Then he seemed to think he was some other unrelated person and continued chatting.
"No one understands evil orcs better than me." Theodoric Geisel, Marquis of Shire, who was consecrated by the Grand Duke of Gros, said roughly.
He is very strong, 1.9 meters tall, wearing a fur-lined coat and a long green cloak. His face is covered with snow-white hair like a lion, and a goatee hangs on his old and wrinkled face.
Despite his advanced age, he still carries the demeanor of a warrior, and his resolute eyes show no signs of weakness.
Compared to the Archduke of Gros, Duke of Otus and the Knight of the Holy Grail, the Marquis of Geisel had the highest status.
However, both Duke Otto and the Knight of the Holy Grail admire Geisel more because he is more like a warrior and a general, and there is no need for so many politicians and politicians at this time.
However, no matter how much Marquis Geisel said that he understood the evil of orcs, everyone would just smile knowingly:
The knowledge he mentioned was only information obtained from the books in Shire that recorded and described the war with the orcs. You must know that the last war with the orcs was hundreds of years ago.
After a long time, Gross spoke openly, bringing the meeting to the point:
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"Everyone, everyone, please be patient for a moment. I want to introduce to you that this is the chief mage of our new home in the Principality of Shire, Nielas Elan! Welcome everyone!"
Marquis Geisel muttered: "Since when have major political matters been decided by mages?"
Duke Otto put on a smile: "Please give me more advice, Master Elan, we need your wisdom."
Holy Grail Knight Jules frowned and looked at Nielas Elan with a bit of disgust, because the Holy Grail Knight has always looked down on magic and magicians, believing that only the power of the body is everything, but Jules was still polite.
Greetings:
"Hello, Archmage Elam, what do you have to say?"
"Don't dare, I can't say I'm a wise man, but even though the orc army has not gone south, the recruitment has already appeared.
Our environment is getting worse. After piles of filthy weeds grew up around the wells overnight, panicked citizens began to flee from their poor homes, and nest after nest of twisted and writhing rats exploded.
The gutters were filled with terrible screams every night.
The city guards never tracked them down, and some even claimed that the water itself was changing, becoming thicker and thicker like broth from a stove."
Nielas Elan immediately continued: "We must think of something!"
"We don't know magic, you should go to the magic academy of the Albrex Empire!" Marquis Geisel spat, he had always been difficult to deal with Nielas Elan: "Well, I think our current
Attention must be turned to the defense of the fortress..."
"You don't want to command my army. Our people will not listen to the magician's orders, even if they are one soldier at a time!"
"Listen, what we have to do now is to collect the food in the city, store it properly, and then..."
The Shire nobles present were arguing again, while Duke Otto and Holy Grail Knight Jules stood aside and watched with interest the quarrel of these Shire military nobles.
Grand Duke Gros and Nielas Elan were greatly disappointed by this. In the face of a powerful enemy, the nobles of this principality did not know how to unite and cooperate, and were still choosing to quarrel because of personal prejudices!
And let two high-ranking outsiders watch the joke!