"Baopaopaopaopaopao", Birdman Duke Meisenwell restrained his previous disobedience and gave Lao Li a particularly cheap applause with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Old Li frowned and asked at the Grand Duke Meisenwell who was smiling and looking at him: "In your identity, there is no need to make fun of me like this, right?"

"You misunderstood, Tolstoy, the son of the prophecy of the elves." Meisenwell raised his sword eyebrows at Old Li, and gave a thumbs up with admiration: "You are indeed a hero. Tsk tsk, in the midst of the chaos, he still has the heart to pick the red pill of the werewolf princess's first night. He is willing to give up the disadvantage. I admire you, admire you!"

Old Li's eyes turned, imitating Meisenwell's appearance, clapped his hands with a smile: "Grand Duke, the werewolf princess is in your military camp, and my identity represents the prophetic son of the elves. You will not forget what your purpose was to send troops here, right?"

Before Meisenwell could speak, Old Li continued to laugh: "You and I are actually in a hostile position. No one here knows me except you. If I go to promote this with those group of werewolves, do you think those werewolfs would choose to letter me, who represents the elves of the orc Empire for generations? Or would you choose to kidnap the werewolf princess to the military camp?"

"Tolstoy, you seem to have forgotten something." Meisenwell's smile became even more despicable. He pointed to the werewolf girl lying on the table and said to Lao Li with a romance: "She saw you with her own eyes. As long as I put her back, you will be speechless!"

"If you don't say it, I forgot this one, one with one secret, one with one secret!" Old Li still smiled unabatedly, but he calmly picked up the giant axe on the ground. Before Meisenwell reacted, he directly placed the axe behind the unconscious werewolf princess: "But now I don't have to worry. After all, letting a duke bear the charge of rape and then killing the werewolf princess on his back is really an interesting story that makes me wake up even if I dream."

Meisenwell's smile twisted on his face, and a crisp "crack" sound in his throat. He looked like a cooked platypus.

"By the way, I advise you not to kill someone to silence me." Old Li shook his head, and the half-true and false words he said completely dispelled the last thought of the Birdman Duke: "This is the junction of the Flower Language Grassland and the Wisteria Forest. No one can know the strength of the rotten sweet potatoes you sent to the periphery of the Wisteria Forest. No one can know the strength of the stinky bird eggs better than you. These cannon fodders are absolutely unable to stop the assault pace of the elves' regular army. Now my people are hiding outside the military camp with hundreds of forbidden spell scrolls, observing the situation here. You said if I had any words here, would the forbidden spells come unexpectedly?"

"Hundreds of Forbidden Spells?" Meisenwell was so angry that he pointed at the former tremblingly, saying, "Are you not afraid of the wind slashing your tongue? Is it as easy to make a Forbidden Spell Scroll as pulling out a blade of grass from the Flower Language Grassland?"

"Oh, don't say this." Old Li smiled even happier: "You know that my mentor is High Priest McKellen of the Elf clan. How long do you think it will take her to make a forbidden spell scroll?"

"This..." Meisenwell hesitated a little. The guy in front of him was indeed very annoying. If he killed him, the risk would be too great. He would never survive the bombardment of the forbidden curse. But if he didn't kill him, this bastard would definitely become more difficult in the future.

"Duke, I have a sentence below, don't know whether to say it or not..." Li Mo suddenly interrupted Meisenwell's random thoughts with a serious look on his face.

"What?" Meisenwell looked at Lao Li with a headache. He found that he had no way to deal with this guy, so he simply followed Lao Li's words and said: "Let's listen."

"Since I had a brief meeting with you last time, your heroic figure has been deeply imprinted in my mind." Old Li was not disgusted at all, and said many words against his will. His words were flattered to the Duke of Birdman: "I always felt that if this world could be truly unified into one, you would undoubtedly be that king. Since I had met you for a brief moment, whenever I recalled your extraordinary spirit, I would not be able to sleep at night and eat at peace..."

"What do you mean?" Meisenwell felt that Lao Li was a little flattering, but he did not express his contempt for Lao Li in his face.

"I met you the day before yesterday and heard that the Yu Clan is no longer the same as before. I feel sad and sad." Old Li sneered at Meisenwell with a sad face: "I heard the bad news that happened in Taranpasen that you told in person, and I feel extremely sad for those Yu Clan brothers in my heart..."

"Tell the point!" Although the Birdman Duke was well-educated, he was disgusted by Lao Li. He immediately did not interrupt Lao Li in anger.

"What I mean is that you have only a fucking population of about 100 million. Even if you are all soldiers, how can you deal with humans and elves? Don't forget the missing orcs on the continent. Maybe one day they will suddenly appear on the continent. Even if you are covered in iron, how many nails can you nail?" Old Li's mouth bombed at Meisenwell who was stunned like a cannon: "Even if those orcs don't come back, do you have a way to deal with those humans whose population base is as large as you those of you in trouble?"

"Then... what do you mean?" Meisenwell looked at Lao Li carefully, thinking that if he hadn't been worried that the orcs who suddenly disappeared would return to the Terdam continent to form a coalition with the elves, would he have argued with a swearing hooligan like you?

"What do I mean? What do I mean?" Old Li rubbed his nose and slapped Meisenwell's shoulder while saying earnestly: "Xiaomai, I'm doing this for your own good. How many pairs of eye-catching eyes among the feather tribe and humans are staring at the position of the commander-in-chief of the Holy Alliance sitting under your butt?"

The great duke who heard Lao Li's words flashed a complex and slightly disdainful look in his eyes, but he immediately covered it up. Unfortunately, this did not escape the eyes of the old gangster, but Lao Li ignored it and continued to brag nonsense: "If you want to rule the entire continent of Terdam, you should know who the biggest enemy is, right?"

Looking at Lao Li's expression in front of him, I said it before I begged me, the corner of the eldest duke's mouth twitched to satisfy Lao Li's perverted wish: "Who is it?"

"Don't you know this? Humans!" Old Li repeatedly glanced at the grand duke with an idiot's eyes: "You think, how many people are we elves? Less than 300,000! What is the concept of 300,000? Not to mention a country, there is not even the size of a human province! At most elves with a population of 300,000 will fill a city, and it must be a small city! You must know the base of human population, more than 80 million! What is this concept? How many feather tribes who escaped from Taranpasson to the continent of Terdam? They are similar to humans, right?"

Lao Li, who thought he had controlled the rhythm of the negotiations between the two, became more and more excited as he spoke: "You say, how big is the elves controlled by this big land? It's a wisteria forest! Humans are different! Most of the territory of the continent of Terdam is firmly grasped by humans, and we shouldn't be enemies!"

"We are not enemies?" Meisenwell curled his lips disdainfully: "It's not an enemy, you still ask your people to guard outside the camp with the forbidden spell scroll?"

"I'm called self-protection!" Old Li started to talk nonsense without blushing: "I am a person who cherishes my life very much. Although my life is far less precious than you, it's better to die if I can live. People must have a sense of prevention. What's the saying... By the way, if people don't have a long-term plan, they will have damn near worries! Alas? Where did I say before?"

"We are not enemies..." Meisenwell looked at the axe behind the werewolf princess' neck, and thought of Lao Li, the madman who hid outside the camp with the forbidden spell scroll. The Grand Duke of Birdman tried hard to suppress his desire to hurt others.

"Yes, look, you know that we are not enemies." Old Li said with a slutty brow: "Do you know, if your feather tribe had not come so quickly this time, our elves would be annexed by humans if they were not properly handled. In that sense, we should all unite and resist the erosion of us by those greedy humans!"

"Oh?" Meisenwell looked at Lao Li a little strangely: "So you are willing to form an alliance with our feather tribe on behalf of the Elf tribe?"

"Yes!" Old Li agreed: "But you have to remember that it is an alliance with your feather tribe, not joining your holy alliance..."

"Tolstoy, tell me, do I want to believe you?" Meisenwell's face was full of doubts, sometimes excited, sometimes doubtful. He kept speculating on Lao Li's intention in his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not understand the true thoughts of the old hooligan standing opposite him at this time.

"The promise of the elves, the treasure of the dragon." Old Li Jian looked at the great duke with a smile, looking like he was not afraid that you would not take the bait: "I am an elves, do you think you want to believe me?"

"Okay!" Meisenwell gritted his teeth: "I'll ask someone to prepare an alliance contract in a while. As long as you represent the Elf clan and sign an offensive and defensive alliance contract with us, then the Feather clan will be the eternal ally of the Elf clan in the future!"

"No problem, I can swear as the son of my own prophecy!" Old Li promised with a swearing look, but this guy kept sneering in his heart, his eternal ally? Do you think I am stupid?

"We require the elves to remain neutral in the battle between the feathers and other intelligent races." Meisenwell put forward his own conditions: "We guarantee that the feathers will never take the initiative to infringe on the interests of the elves."

The next sentence is like you are farting, but Lao Li did not say this, but nodded to Meisenwell with a serious face: "Agree with your request, my respected allies, but I also have my conditions: First, you must let our elves army heading to the Tyronsil Mountains safely retreat to the Wisteria Forest." Lao Li said, and then went to the werewolf princess who fainted on the table: "Second, this little female wolf is my return."

Meisenwell originally asked someone to capture the werewolf princess alive to negotiate with the werewolf group on the Huayu Grassland. Although he had persuaded the damn werewolves to retreat temporarily with his damn werewolf, he saw that the werewolf princess who was ruined by Lao Li had no value as a bargaining chip to continue as a bargaining chip.

The Grand Duke was very happy to throw the hot potato of the werewolf princess who attracted all werewolfs on the entire grassland to his "elves allies".

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