Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

The war meeting against the Sleepers held in Andrei started within a few days. The allies of the Lich and the persecuted gathered together. Only the representatives of various forces occupied most of the courtyard. Seats have been added under the expansion spell, and a stand for accompanying personnel to rest has been set up next to it.

Mr. Scholar looked at the round table. Most of them were his acquaintances. Mr. Dean sat next to the head of the Horror Theater and Wraith, and the forces of order and chaos sat on both sides.

There are exceptions.

Mr. Scholar first looked at Ferma Heiyuan, who was sitting in the demon seat on his left, and then at Gorgaran Heiyuan, who was sitting in the other seat with elves and dwarves.

"Princess Ferma, does Grand Duke Heiyuan have any interesting proposals?"

The orthodox Prince Heiyuan interrupted his sister's speech.

"Master Old City Master, this is my personal will, and does not represent the collective will of the Black Abyss Demon Race."

"Oh?" Everyone's eyes were on Gao Jialan, and both the scholar and the dean were smiling.

"Of course there must be the important force of the Holy Light on the side of justice. Lord Leertos is not here. I originally invited Lord Leertos but was rejected. There is no way. I can only bring the hellfire inspired by the Holy Light." The legion will temporarily take this seat. That’s right, some of the black abyss demons headed by me will fight for the Holy Light in the name of Lord Lertos and Lord Raymondos!”

The Demon Race represented the Holy Light in the battle, and the various forces exchanged weird eye contact with each other.Ferma and Lyle, who was sitting in the auditorium of President Andrei, covered their faces almost simultaneously, and the sympathetic gazes around them were tantamount to public execution.

Fei Ma's eyes were fixed on the blue dragon priest, and there seemed to be blazing anger in her eyes, obviously it was aimed at a person she was trying to get rid of.

"This is also the meaning of the Duke of Heiyuan, Lord Morokei. All the actions of Gao Jialan Heiyuan during the war have nothing to do with the Heiyuan demons. Prince Heiyuan will support the battlefield as a servant of other forces." Heiyuan Princess Yuan pronounced the word "Prince" heavily. This heterogeneous demon who likes to pretend to be formal and speak softly is rarely showing the mania of a demon.

"Mom also said that there is no need to worry about his casualties. Hell will take back his failed soul. If the evil god has the ability to corrupt him, it would be better if he dies and doesn't come back."

The demon clan's rebellious and educational policy was quickly overshadowed, and the real crisis made the forces of all clans focus on the topic of crusade against evil gods.

"Master Morokei, we have already understood the danger of the evil god, and some of our allies feel the same way. We all understand his power. In this case, some of the allies here do not actually have the strength to face the Creator. It is necessary to Let the weak ethnic groups face the horror of the gods?" The question was asked by a representative of the Harpy ethnic group, she was not questioning the strength of other people, but a kind of self-preservation.The Harpy is not a aggressive race in the Wandering City. They are more engaged in logistics and transportation services such as postmen, but now they are forcibly summoned. of fear.

The scholar glanced at her apologetically, and explained plainly, "I understand everyone's concerns. But being an enemy of evil gods is actually not what you imagined. Gods don't use strategies, gods don't use tactics, He treats us The attack is more like an immune response, a mechanism."

General Charles, who was standing behind the elf seat, raised his head. Green Dragon Priest Falga glanced at him, and Charles lowered his head.

"The power of the lord of the planet is constant. Whenever there is a force that is hostile to it, it will be differentiated to target the enemy. The degree of resistance is not to set off raging waves and destroy small stones. The Creator has all the wisdom of all life, and the power he differentiates , will only be a little more than you. Fight the weak with the weak, and fight the strong with the strong, so that all life can feel the fate of being suppressed. Every participant can divide the power of the gods, no matter how weak, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, It will be easier for us who are attacking the sleeper's body."

"So, then the larvae and exhausted individuals can also be sent to the battlefield to share the pressure?" Some liches who were listening began to behave indifferently on the spot, trying to get rid of the sleeper's bug in front of other living groups.

"The premise is that you can survive alone in the Kuroshio and stimulate the immune response of the gods." The raging Kuroshio became the threshold of God's War, and also dispelled the possibility of that proposal.Some forces breathed a sigh of relief, and recalled the difference between Chaos and itself.Although they are sitting at the same round table, they still deserve to be damned.

"We have no doubts, Lord Morroki."

"It sounds like the evil god has nothing to be afraid of. He's just a big guy who can't use his brain." Someone began to liven up the atmosphere, and everyone knew the truth of the words.The holy light is extinguished, and before that was the era of the holy light.

"It's not that Triton can't think, but He understands us and understands the essence better than ourselves. We who have been thoroughly interpreted will not cause His sense of crisis, and will not become an unstable variable." Mr. Scholar is heading in a certain direction took a look.

"To put it simply, the sleeper believes that he doesn't need to think about solving us, just push it."

"Hmph, what an arrogant god!"

The main tone of the war was established, followed by logistical issues such as equipment, potions, and supplies.

"The Red Dragon Queen belongs, and the Molten Dwarves can provide strong armor and weapons!"

"Mystics can provide equipment enchantments that resist erosion, as well as various spell scrolls." The blue dragon Christo spoke under the encouraging gaze of Morrokoi.

"Food supplies, formations, medical treatment, and restraint mental illness." Falja crossed his hands and smiled coldly at the Lich seat who was listening.Lyle shrank his head and trembled. The formerly delicate green dragon priest seemed to be a different person, full of aggression.

"We can provide magical potions with various functions!" Mr. Dean said slowly, and the friendly atmosphere of unity and cooperation cooled down in an instant.

"There are other services." No change was noticed, and Mr. Dean finished reading the script he had prepared in advance.Sitting quietly for two seconds, he waited for the enthusiastic cheers, and the reality made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Are you questioning the professionalism of Andry College?"

"No offense, respected Mr. Dean." An ogre wizard said nervously.

"It's just difficult for us to accept your support. After all, the deadly poison for us is just the mouthwash of the Lich, right? None of your medicines have been tested in vivo, so it is difficult to guarantee their safety."

"Nonsense, we obviously..." The lich, filled with righteous indignation, stood up, then sat back, and began to think about whether to answer yes or no here, which is the best solution.

"Dear Mr. Dean, it's okay, you can also provide potions to those special groups, such as wraiths..."

The Wraith representative rose immediately.

"Don't make trouble, the side effects of their medicines are also effective for spirit bodies."

"Enough is enough. The witch group will provide potion support for all races, as long as you can accept the side effects of temporary hair growth." The cat mistress raised her head and aimed at the Lich's auditorium, thinking, where is Avenret gone? ?Isn't he the favorite to join in the fun?

As the meeting continued, Lyle listened to the noisy round table like a vegetable market, as well as the whispers of his companions.

"Discrimination, absolutely discrimination."

"They can accept temporary long hair but not permanent long hands. They must have something against us, right, Mr. Plague Doctor?"

Lyall tilted his head to the other side.

"Don't ask me, I don't need medicine."