"Sistar..." Imo looked at the elf standing behind the priestess, feeling indescribable emotion in his heart.

You have grown up so old, and time has passed so quickly, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye.

I seem to remember how you looked when you were in the foggy forest. Although you are stubborn, you are a kind-hearted child.

Maybe I shouldn't have driven you out of Porivia...

"Former church paladins?"

Hamel and Langst looked at each other, and both read a surprised expression in each other's eyes. Why didn't they know that this mixed-race elf who had been exiled from the foggy forest became a paladin of the church.

"It seems that the relationship between King Imo and the church is not as harmonious as I imagined... Even Sistaer has been a paladin in the church for nearly forty years. Perhaps... you have known it for a long time, but you have concealed this news from your people. Ah! No, it should be said that you deliberately did not say the news you already knew in order to hide from someone."

Seeing that the White Elf King was silent, Moya knew in her heart that she guessed why he didn't tell the reason.

It's just for the white elf who betrayed his friend. I heard that he has been nominated as the next elf king.

The next elf king cannot bear the charge of killing the exiled.

It seems that Immer is not ignorant of Sistale's encounter back then.

Looking back at Sistale beside him, Moya knew that he must have understood the inside story as well.

In the eyes of the king, the interests of the tribe and the country must be the most preferred.

Sistale, even if you have a very close blood relationship with him, King Imo will not be ruthless. After the mixed-race identity is exposed, you are driven out of Porivia is already a destined end.

Don’t be too sad. No matter how bumpy your fate is, as long as you don’t give up hope, you will eventually turn around.

Look, haven't you been awarded supreme glory now?

The throne of the Night Elf King is no longer yours. The superman status of the Big Elf is that the church must re-evaluate your value, and it can even affect the entire process of the peace conference.

Those suffering and painful days have passed away. We believe in ourselves, we are not those who are abandoned by fate, but those who create fate.

The desire for encouragement was passed from the handshakes of each other to the other. Sistale, who was slightly frustrated, turned his head. Although he was still expressionless, Moya reads gratitude and relief in his eyes.

Yes, we will always support each other and support each other until the end of life.

This is the Blood Alliance. No vow is stronger than this. The only companion in the world who can trust and share one life with each other.

Putting aside the annoying past in his heart, Moya reorganized his thoughts and then turned his eyes to the white elf king who was also pale in his face.

"Forget it, these are all past events, and it doesn't matter if you mention them again now. King Yimo would better consider whether to cooperate with the Night Elf for a while. Although it is hard to get over the face, in order to deal with the Northern Alliance, you also need the Night Elf, a powerful ally.

Before the reinforcements of the church army in the Southern Continent arrived, they only rely on other countries in the Northern Continent to try to resist Ningal who is about to move south... I don't think his majesty would think this is a feasible solution." Without continuing to get too entangled with Sistale's past identity, Moya changed the topic and directly met her purpose in coming to the Northern Continent - becoming an ally with the White Elf.

The Francisco specially asked me to attend this peace conference. Isn’t it just to take this opportunity to match the official covenant between the Night Elf and the White Elf?

Although the old guy is old, he is not confused at all.

He had known that the White Elf would definitely oppose the alliance between the Church of Light and the Night Elf, so he deliberately set the meeting place at Shandu, who was both a neutral country and a threat to the Northern Alliance. He wanted King Imo to accept the fact that he had formed an alliance with the Night Elf under pressure from multiple parties.

This idea is a good idea. I will definitely not reject this proposal if I have calculated it well.

"Alliance..." Yimo's gaze turned to Moya again. Looking at the aggressive priestess of the Dark Night, he really couldn't find an excuse to refute.

Yes, it's not bad. I know what Yann did to Sistale back then.

Although the child was a little irritable because of his bloodline, he was kind inside. This child who had not received much maternal love and affection always wanted to be cared for and valued. But as the elf king, my identity does not allow me to break the clan rules.

White elves must follow God's teachings and are not allowed to have mixed-blood existences, but night elves are different. They like mixed-blood elves that have both advantages.

It was because I thought that Sistaer might be better off going to the night elves, so I made up my mind to exile him. If I had known that there would be today's ending, I would have left this child no matter what I said.

"His Majesty!!"

Seeing that King Yimo was silent, the two accompanying right-hand assistants were so anxious.

How can the white elves form an alliance with the night elves? The rules set by the Age of Theocracy are absolutely not allowed to be destroyed.

Imo was willing to form an alliance with the night elves in his heart, but the current situation could not tolerate him. The powerful military strength of the Northern Alliance could definitely not be resisted by Porivia alone.

Before the reinforcements of the Church of Light arrived, the meager force on mankind could not resist the southern advance of the Northern Alliance, and... the church has not sent troops for a long time, which is actually hinting that I must accept this new ally.

Should I accept it...

Imo, who was still worried about whether to admit that the night elves became ally, had not had time to express his decision, and rode a fast horse and broke through the guards' block and ran into the city.

"Guards!! What are you all doing?!"

Lord Karan panicked when he saw someone suddenly breaking in.

There are many envoys from many countries here. If there is a mistake, how can he afford it?

"Lord Lord!!"

The man riding on the horse turned over and rolled off the horse, fell to his knees in front of Karan, holding a wrinkled sheepskin roll in his hand.

"You are..." I found that the person in front of me had no malice, and he was wearing armor and had the logo of the nearby county town Merlot.

Karan hesitated for a while and took the letter to him that was obviously a pampered letter.

"What!! This, this is impossible!!"

Karan opened the letter and suddenly opened his big eyes. He couldn't believe what he saw.

"What happened?"

Andro asked worriedly that he did not think that the always calm Lord Crosso would be so panicked about a trivial matter.

"Everyone, it seems that our peace meeting will be held in advance." Karan looked worriedly at the focus of everyone in the square - the Dark Night Sacrifice and the White Elf King.

"The Northern Alliance and the Demons have joined the alliance. At this moment, their army is heading south. Hahodr has ignited the beacon for help! The defense of the entire western front of the northern continent is in a hurry!!"

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"Your Majesty..." Randy hesitated for a moment and decided to ask him questions that he had kept in his heart for a long time.

"I guess you should come too, Randy." The French Emperor Itil turned around and looked at the young knight standing at the door, his face full of clear expressions, as if he had known that he would come for a long time.

"Yes, I have always had a question in my heart, and I hope you can answer it for me." Randy, who fell to the side of the Emperor and had been promoted to the new Golden Rose, has always been puzzled by the doctrine that had been issued in the church.

"Do you want to ask why no one in the church is allowed to use force against the priestess of the Dark Night? And it is strictly forbidden to attack the female undead who looks very similar to her." Turning his gaze back to the thick and huge tree of life behind him, Itil had already known the knight's doubts.

"Yes, your Majesty. I really don't understand why you had to severely ban the Night Priestess and... the church traitor Sistale, but now he ordered that they should never be touched." Randy didn't understand why one person would give two completely opposite orders after a year.

"This is all fate...it's fate, just like this tree of life. When it is still a seedling, anyone can easily break it. When it grows, no one can shake it anymore. Do you understand what I mean?"

"This..." Randy thought about it, but she still didn't dare to say what she said in her heart. After all, what she saw was that the Emperor was the highest authority of the entire Church of Light. Any disrespect would lead to serious consequences. At the least, it would be dismissal, and at the worst, it could be imprisoned for life. How could he, who was born in the royal family, not understand this principle and be in danger?

"Haha, in front of me, you don't have to be restrained. I am not your serious and stern uncle. You don't have to be taboo. Just say whatever you want. Anyway, there are only two of us here, and there is no third party."

"Your Majesty, do you mean that... In order to fight against the Demons and the Northern Alliance, you have to join forces with the Night Elf and the Undead temporarily. Or... The Dark Night High Priest is so strong that even the Church cannot fight against her..." Knowing that what he said may be disrespectful, Randy still said it. He didn't understand why the Emperor was so taboo about the Dark Clan now? Even a female undead with the same appearance as her would have to order the entire church to be notified, and it was strictly forbidden to use force.

"Oh, you may not know that the undead is not an ordinary person, she is... the vow knight of the King of the Dead, General of the Underworld, and the commander of the entire Death Knights." Thinking of Randy's unaware of the inside story, Itil thought about it over and over again, and finally decided to tell him.

"What... General of the Underworld! Isn't that the undead who destroyed the magic empire in the legend?" Randy was really surprised after hearing the Emperor's explanation, but he then learned a more surprising news.
Chapter completed!