Adele Stormsong walked in the corridor with a cane, and she sensed the witch's aura.
She came over.
Adele didn't know whether she was feeling happy or in pain, just like she felt when she casually killed a few goblins to vent her anger yesterday.
Luscious.
She gently covered her chest with one hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.
At the end of the corridor, a group of elves and alien creatures walked over.
"With the technology of our Ancer elves, as you can see, even the witch in the witch race is restricted in space by us. This time is just a trial. Next time we try our best, we will definitely be able to
The sharpest sword and the most beautiful light that destroyed the witch..."
"What are you still thinking about? Without the Ancer elves, there would be no Nophi, Gray Demon and Zolotya Titan. We bear the main firepower of the Witch..."
"If there is still any concern, we might as well look at the comparison between us and the witches now. Whether it is military or economic, we are only slightly behind. This is a gap that can be bridged as long as all races work together to help. We only need to
We need to snipe the witch here once... There is no better opportunity, the opportunity for the great witch to personally go out and get alone."
Adele looked at her smiling, elegant colleagues who were "selling" war.
Gracie. Song of the Tide, this is the other party's name.
Adele and the other party looked at each other and nodded to each other.
…
If the Anser elves alone were to fight the witch, defeat would be the only outcome, without exception.
And gathering all the races that do not want the witch to continue to expand, and gathering the races that the witch has offended in the past, will be the only chance to survive.
Gracie Tide Song clearly realizes this. As the current ruler of the Ancer elves, this is what she has to do, which is to win over other alien races to join them in the Ancer plane (the Ancer No. 2 named by the witch).
Plane) to fight against the witch army.
Unity is the only chance to save Anser.
Gracie thought.
She felt a little regretful.
As the Archon of Ancer, she cannot succumb to the temptation of the instinctive blood in her body and let the race go to destruction and destruction. Although destruction and destruction at the hands of a higher race than herself are Anser's aesthetics, it is a pity that she
Unable to do so.
Gracie returned to her office, looked at Adele, one of her supporters, and smiled:
"My friend, now is the dark day of the Ancer elves. It seems that the sun will never come. At this time, we need friends to help each other."
"I see."
Adele spoke concisely and concisely, staring at the oil painting in the office of the thirteen Ansel elves who established the city-state:
"What will they do?"
She pointed at the oil painting:
"The city-state of Ancer at that time also faced terrifying creatures, creatures that fit our theory of 'eating and being eaten'. At that time, they made tolerance and concessions in order to preserve the future and hope of the Ancer elves... But
I'm very tired, Gracie, we are already very tired. Most of the people don't mind being destroyed by witches. Rather, it would be better if the witch destroys us."
"Self-destructive tendencies, and civilization, are a pair of conflicting words. We must look at this matter fairly and fairly. Anser's desire for destruction only stems from the lack of hope."
Gracie picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine from the witch world:
"Our people have a strong tendency to commit suicide, especially because our backs were broken by the witch's blow, and the rising period of civilization was shattered. As a result, we accumulated more and more violence, tyranny, cruelty...these negative qualities
Let us become more and more obsessed with imitating the perfect race in our hearts, witches, and become more and more eager to be completely destroyed by each other."
Adele stared at the painting:
"Survive?"
"Survive."
Gracie nodded heavily.
"The witches' unscrupulous behavior over the years has made them have too many enemies. Countless legions are eager for the witches to fail. The Nophi tribe, that horned devil-like race, their hometown was made into a furnace generator by the witches;
The brains of the gray demons are an important material for the witch to cast spells. It is said that there are substitutes, but the old witch is still willing to use the original ones, which represent identity and status..."
Her voice was a bit envious:
"It's really wonderful to be able to attack various races in the universe and gain benefits from it."
"As a result, we have attracted more enemies." Adele emphasized, "Even ordinary people are more afraid of witches than us..."
"That's your fault, Adele."
When Gracie said this, she knocked her cane on the table and said unhappily:
"You are too gentle to the mortals. They should have been sent to the kitchen if they made a mistake a long time ago, but you are still doing those stupid strategies of drawing one out of ten. This has caused their fear, far from enough, and not enough happiness.
."
She squinted her eyes.
"But that's not the important thing. The important thing is, are those races willing to stand with us to face the witch? Are they willing to send their fleets to attack from behind while the Ancer plane is being attacked by the witch?
Where is the witch?”
Adele shook her head:
"It's difficult. The races we are in contact with are willing to attack the vassal and servant countries of the witch, but they are not willing to have a dispute or a war with the witch head-on."
After a pause, she slid her fingers on the table, and a flower with a map grew out of the wooden table:
"What about you? Did you gain anything?"
"The Gray Demons are willing to stand with us, and they will support a fleet of ours, about six million legions in total. Oh, the third, fifth and sixth legions have all come to support, it seems like the Gray Demons
I want to take this opportunity to severely injure the witch and prevent the witch’s exploration team from hunting them all over the universe.”
Gracie gained a bit, but not much.
Adele, as her trusted adviser, estimated the figures:
"Really weak."
"They are very weak to begin with." Gracie pursed her lips and said, "That's why they took the initiative to approach after being targeted by the witch. We don't have much time. Adele, we need to get these enemies of the witch to form an alliance. Just
it's here."
…
Time is running out for the Ancer elves.
Adele was filled with a sense of morbid pleasure when she thought of this, but her sense of responsibility for the race came back tenaciously.
She sighed lightly:
"Okay, I will let other elves persuade them. Can I take them to visit our ammunition depot? That may provide additional persuasion."
"I'll do what you said, as long as it's not a core secret, it can give them more confidence in browsing... I have another meeting to hold now, so?"
"As you wish, the song of the tide."
…
Archon Anser opened the wine cabinet, took out another bottle of fine wine, poured a glass on the table, and opened the window at the same time.
A fat, furry creature floated in from the window.
"……let's start."
Archon Anser sat down gracefully and motioned for the creature to sit down as well.
