"Oops, the balance of power is somewhat broken!"

Politicians are worried that, in fact, the situation is more chaotic than they expected.

"What's there to argue about? Aren't Di Lanxue and Heinrich a match made in heaven?"

The elf prince who came to watch the ceremony did not remain neutral as before, but stood in the Jutland camp. "Downton, the holy war is coming. You launched a war for your own selfish desires. How many warriors have sacrificed? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Downton is feeling sad now!"

Some people gloat about the misfortune. Although the Elf Kingdom is located in a remote area and does not participate in the mainland disputes, it has existed for too long. Coupled with its long life force and magical affinity, and its profound heritage, these elves always act like they are an advanced race.

, I look like the ruler of the continent, but in fact, according to national strength, no empire can be its opponent in a one-on-one duel.

Of course, the world dominated by human civilization will inevitably unite to fight when the elves set foot on the Central Continent.

Being ruled by a foreign race is something that no human being can accept.

No matter what, the Elf Kingdom is a huge force that would suffocate any country. Her rash addition immediately tipped the balance.

"Hmph, when will it be your turn to make the decision in the Elf Kingdom? Elena? Is Xing Ge dead?"

Beautiful fireflies suddenly appeared and danced, and a green vine sprang out from the ground, forming an arch.

The Duke of the camp, the chief of the Dawn Elves, and one of the seven speakers of the Elf Kingdom, Lan Xing walked out and questioned the Elf Prince.

"Aunt!"

No matter how angry or reluctant he was, the Elf Prince still bowed and saluted. There was nothing he could do about it, Lan Xing's status and achievements were too high.

The young nobles didn't understand, but the old nobles, including the kings and wealthy family heads, all bowed slightly.

No matter how everyone kills you, you must not be found fault with etiquette. This is the insistence of the upper class nobles.

"Speaking of which, should you also call me aunt?"

"Are you so old?"

"I would rather be called aunt by His Highness Downton. Of course, Madam is even better!"

The three drow matrons who had been watching with cold eyes spoke. They were indeed dark elves. As soon as they spoke, a strong wave of lust began to flow in the hall.
Chapter completed!