The meeting of the war against the sleepers held by Andre began a few days later, and the lich allies and persecuted gathered together. The representatives of the forces alone occupied most of the courtyard, and the round table seats were at the Scholar's

A seat was added under the expansion spell, and a stand was set up next to it for accompanying personnel to rest.

The scholar looked at the round table, mostly his familiar friends. The dean sat next to him with the head of the Fierce Theater and the resentful spirits. The order and the chaotic forces sat clearly on both sides.

There are exceptions.

The scholar first looked at Fema Heiyuan, who was sitting on the demon seat on his left, and then at Gaogalan Heiyuan, who was sitting on another seat with the elves and dwarves.

"Princess Fema, does Grand Duke Black Abyss have any interesting suggestions?"

The orthodox prince of Heiyuan interrupted his sister's speech.

"Old City Lord, this is my personal wish and does not represent the collective will of the Black Abyss Demons."

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

"Of course, there must be an important force of Holy Light on the Justice side. Lord Raymontos is not here. I invited Lord Lertos but was rejected. There is no way, I can only bring the Hellfire inspired by the Holy Light.

The Legion temporarily takes over this seat. That's right, some of the Black Abyss demons led by me will fight for the Holy Light in the name of Lords Lertos and Lords Ramontos!”

The demon clan represented the Holy Light to fight, and the forces of all parties communicated with each other with strange eyes. Fema and Lair, who were sitting next to President Andre, covered their faces almost simultaneously. The pitying eyes around him were tantamount to public executions.

Fema's eyes were staring at the Blue Dragon Priest, and there seemed to be anger in her eyes. It was obvious that it was targeting someone she tried hard to separate from.

"This is also the meaning of the Grand Duke of Black Abyss. Lord Morokyi. All actions of Gaojialan Black Abyss during the war have nothing to do with the Demons of the Black Abyss. The Prince of Black Abyss will support the battlefield as a servant army of other forces."

Princess Yuan has a heavy pronunciation on the word "prince". This alien demon who likes to speak gently in formal clothes rarely shows the mania of the demon.

"Mom also said that you don't have to worry about his casualties. The Hell Plane will recycle his failed soul. If the evil god has the ability to corrupt him, it would be better if he dies outside and doesn't come back."

The rebellion and education policy of the demon clan were quickly overshadowed, and the real crisis made the forces of all races focus on the topic of fighting against evil gods.

"Mr. Morokyi, we have already understood the danger of the evil god, and some of the allies empathize with it. We all understand His strength. In this case, some of the allies here do not actually have the strength to face the Creator, so it is necessary

Let the weak tribe face the horror of the gods?" The question was a representative of the geek group. She did not question the strength of others, but was a kind of self-protection. The geek was not aggressive in the city of wandering

Race, they are more engaged in logistics and transportation services such as postman, and are now forced to gather, and this young leader is always in the fear of being exterminated in the aftermath of the sleeping people's anger.

The scholar looked at her apologetically and explained plainly, "I understand your concerns. But being an enemy of the evil god is actually not as you imagined. Gods will not use strategies, Gods will not use tactics, He will do to us

The attack is more like an immune response and a mechanism.”

General Charis, standing behind the elf seat, raised his head, and the green dragon priest Falga tilted his head and glanced at him, and Charis lowered his head back.

"The power of the Lord of the Planet is constant. Whenever there is power to be hostile to it, some of the enemy will be divided into. The degree of resistance is not to stir up raging waves and destroy the small stones. The Creator has all the wisdom of all life, the power he divides into

, there will only be a little more than you. Use the weak to fight against the weak, use the strong to fight against the strong, and let all lives feel the suppressed fate together. Every participant can differentiate the power of the gods. No matter how weak it is, quantitative change causes qualitative change,

We will also be more relaxed when we attack the sleeping body."

"If you say so, can the juvenile and the individuals in the exhausted stage be sent to the battlefield to share the pressure?" The lich who was listening began to be a dissatisfied person on the spot, and in front of other living groups, he tried to get stuck in the bug of the sleeper.

"The premise is that you can survive alone in the dark tide and arouse the immune response of God." The unrestrained dark tide became the threshold for the war of God and also eliminated the possibility of the proposal. Some forces breathed a sigh of relief and recalled it.

The difference between Chaos and himself. Although he sat on the same round table, he deserved to die.

"We have no doubts, Lord Morokyi."

"It sounds like the evil god doesn't seem to be afraid of, he's just a big guy who doesn't know how to use his brain." Someone began to activate the atmosphere, and everyone knew the authenticity of the words. The holy light was extinguished, and before it was the holy light

era.

"Treiton is not unable to think, but He knows us and knows the essence better than ourselves. We who are thoroughly interpreted will not cause His sense of crisis, nor will it become a variable of unstableness." The scholar went in a certain direction.

Take a look.

"Simply put, the sleeper believes that we do not need His thinking to solve it, just push it."

"Hmph, what an arrogant god!"

The main tone of war was laid, followed by logistics issues such as equipment, potions, supplies, etc.

"To the Queen of the Red Dragon, the Molten Dwarf can provide strong armor and weapons!"

"The secret magician can provide equipment to resist erosion enchantment, as well as various spell scrolls." Blue Dragon Christo spoke under the encouraging gaze of Morokyi.

"Food supply, position manufacturing, medical treatment, and mental resilience." Falga crossed his hands and smiled coldly at the lich seat where he was listening. Lyle shrank his head and shivered. The formerly cute and silly green dragon priest seemed to have changed.

Personally, full of aggressiveness.

"We can provide various magical potions!" The dean said slowly, and the atmosphere of unity and cooperation in friendship suddenly became cold.

"There are other services." Without realizing the change, the dean finished reading the manuscript prepared in advance. Sitting in meditation for two seconds, he waited for enthusiastic cheers, and reality made him feel a little unhappy.

"Are you questioning the professionalism of Andre Academy?"

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

"We just have a hard time accepting your support. After all, the lethal poison for us is just a lich's mouthwash, right? None of your potions have been tested in life, so it is difficult to ensure safety."

"Nonsense, we obviously..." The indignant lich stood up, then sat back, and began to think about whether or not the answer here is, which is the best solution.

"Dear Mr. Dean, it's okay. You can also provide the potion to those special groups, such as the vengeful spirit..."

The representative of the resentful spirit rose immediately.

"Don't mess around, their side effects are also effective for spirits."

"Enough, the witch tribe 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 Evanret going?

?Isn’t he the one who likes to join in the fun the most?

The meeting continued, and Lyle listened to the noisy round table in the vegetable market and the whispers of his companions around him.

"Discrimination is absolutely discrimination."

"They can accept temporary hair growth but cannot accept permanent long-term actions. They must have opinions about us, right, Mr. Epidemic Doctor?"

Lyle tilted his head to the other side.
Chapter completed!