When the mages of the Council of Truth were still working hard in the conference room, the outside of the conference room was as lively as a vegetable market.
On the Marble Square, groups of goblins and gnomes were shouting with slogans and flags. Flyers and small flags were distributed everywhere, and people passing by would also pick up one or two flyers.
"The protest is not guilty, the strike is justified."
"Strongly request the Master Masters to improve the treatment of all non-human laborers in the Tower of the Clouds. We are not without second-class laborers."
"'Black-eyed' alchemy laboratory closed down! The bastard boss lost 300,000 gold coins by eating, drinking and betting, and ran away with his second wife, third wife and fourth wife! Black eye! You are not human! Scum! Pay back my hard-earned money You won't end well! There must be retribution... So, in order to raise wages in arrears, we migrant workers took out that bastard's inventory and sold it at the floor price! Don't let anyone pass by!"
Well, it's a bit unrealistic to see these goblins and gnomes asking for a raise in their guise, and the goblins doing business among the protesters is ridiculous, but in this protest, there are those special meanings mixed in. The slogan seems to say something real.
"We don't want war, we want peace!"
Always carrying all kinds of dangerous items, in the eyes of most people, the goblins who are undoubtedly arms dealers hold this sign, which makes people feel ironic.
"Why hasn't the war stopped, our warriors are bleeding, our women are becoming widows, our children are being orphaned."
Although this slogan and banner are very provocative, they are quite ridiculous in front of the insiders, because... There are no soldiers in the kingdom of mages at all on the front line. We can only maintain law and order in the country, and now only the archmage is facing the dragon knight on the front line.
"What are they doing?"
"...Probably, some kind of performance art."
Those little dwarfs who pulled up flags and slogans in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws are obviously very confusing, and to be honest, I am afraid that these dwarfs themselves don't know why they are here.
"Hey, hey, old wine barrel, those guys look at us like idiots, are you sure how long we're going to lose face here."
"Don't complain, Kevin, ten gold coins a day, just shouting slogans and standing in the street, where can I find such a good deal?"
It's not that Kevin the dwarf is not satisfied with the extra reward given by the boss, he just thinks it's a bit silly to paint a handsome dwarf himself green and then hold the green flag, just like the scorched and sticky auntie of his hometown. The gooey celery cake, standing in a sticky mass, makes people very sick to see it.
"Didn't you see that the goblins didn't complain? They were painted red to represent blood, tsk tsk tsk, red and green together, plus the goblins have disgusting bristle heads, it's just..."
"It's like a blowfly nailed to fat!"
Put aside the dwarfs’ stubbornness as always, but unlike the dwarfs who are not very short of money, the goblins are much more enthusiastic when they shout slogans. They are even patrolling left and right, hoping that their employers can see how hard they are, and give them more. Earning a job, if it makes the employer happy, it will be better if they can add a little extra salary.
"Does this make sense? Those arch masters ignore it. Their meeting has been held for two days, and no one dares to go in and disturb."
"Then you don't understand. Our employer never does meaningless things. He paid us to shout and naturally has his intentions." The old dwarf stopped when he said this, until little Kevin was acquainted and heartbroken. He took out his private smoking bag, filled it up, lit his pipe, and took a deep breath.
"Ha, what our employers want is not to do what the slogan says, but to express an opinion, 'I know you're going to start a war, and I'm against it,' or, 'I know what you're hiding, and I'm upset'."
"...Why don't you just rush into the conference room. Express your demands directly. Those arcane guards shouldn't be able to stop our boss."
"Then it's the same as breaking with the other party, and offending the entire Council of Truth in the country of mages? Can young people use their brains more. So the order given to us by the employer is just to shout slogans here, someone drives us and we leave. And from It's been so long that no one has driven us out to take a look, and the other party's answer is..."
"... Whatever you do, we don't care. These information must not be leaked."
In the conference hall, a certain archmage said so.
"Snapped."
But the next moment, the door was opened, and a mage in a blue robe walked in, while the background was the Olympian guards that had been dismantled into scrap iron.
"Roland, do you know what you have done?"
Yes, that's me, an unlucky person who was excluded, a foreman who brought his migrant workers to ask for wages... Well, it seems that I accidentally serialized again.
But at this time, Oslaven, the truth controller of the Arcane Blade, shouted furiously, but I knew that he was speaking on behalf of the Council of Truth. In a sense, he was trying to protect me, otherwise I would face , I am afraid that it accidentally offended the entire truth council, and the leader of the hostile organization took the opportunity to launch an attack.
Glancing at the faces on the conference table, for me, it's really nostalgic, many of them are what I want to kill, or want to kill me, at least the one that was made by my handwritten advertisement The unhappy "black eyes" stared at me fiercely.
"I know you want to hide it, but if I already know, what are you going to do? Are you planning to silence it? Hehe, let's talk about those dragons and giants together."
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Opportunities will always come quietly, but they will only favor those who are prepared. Half an hour ago, an unexpected coincidence gave me the key to open that door.
"Helent to me? Has he been waiting for me in the parlour?"
When I heard the news, I was not surprised at all. After all, the news of the peace talks had already been obtained. If he was Baier's envoy, everything could be explained.
When I returned to the Garden of Thorns, I just walked into the corridor, and what I saw was not the cold and handsome guy who didn't talk much, but the sad wind who was supposed to accompany him, but slipped out to get a breath, and when he saw me coming, he was not afraid of the sky. Someone also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you still uncomfortable?"
"After all, it's a high-ranking dragon. Although I know nothing in my heart, I still feel uncomfortable instinctively."
I nodded thoughtfully. Although the half-dragons are called half-dragons, they are actually only a small amount of dragon blood and the creation of intelligent races under mysterious magic. If they are placed in the ranking of the entire dragon race, they are probably more intelligent A low-ranking Yalong is even a lower-class, and can only be used as servants and slaves by nature.
However, the origin of the population of half-dragon people in the underground world is that they are all slaves of chromatic dragons, and even created by the dragon race because of this, and the Helent in front of them is the blue dragon race among the chromatic dragons, or a high concentration of dragons that may be transformed into giant dragons in the future. Pure blood, the two sides are very different in the dragon sequence, and Beifeng will naturally feel very uncomfortable.
"Why do you want to be a receptionist? Isn't that asking the Pleasant Goat to welcome the Big Big Wolf... the sheep to welcome the Evil Wolf?"
"Probably think that I am the most suitable for reception as a saint. I didn't expect that even if my strength increased, the bloodline suppression would be more serious. However, that kid feels a little special to me... It's like a face To Ainmethys-sama."
"Xiaohong? The bloodline of the Dragon Queen... No wonder you can become the deputy leader of the Dragon Knights at such a young age."
Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Duke Longqi, who was still resting in the living room. His fair face was full of the smell of wind and frost, his hood and armor were still coated with sand, and there was actually more on his young forehead. Yinsi, it seems that since the separation of Dream Forest, he has not had a good life.
"I bring a piece of news. I want to see the Council of Truth now, but they are said to be in a confidential meeting. Can you introduce me?"
As soon as they met, he got up directly and said in a hurry, his tone seemed to be a little anxious.
"Don't worry, speak slowly."
But now Helent's pupils are stunned, as if he was stimulated by something, he immediately activated a memory crystal without any patience.
"That's what an adult told me to tell you."
The cycle of magic power turned into ripples of magic power on the table, forming a blurry scene in mid-air.
It was a wasteland, the sky was gray, the ground was gray, and all life was dyed with a dull color.
What attracts the attention are the towering statues. They have different postures, or they are standing with swords, or sitting cross-legged to read, or roaring at the sky, but they are the same, but they are incredibly strong bodies. and a face as handsome as a classical hero.
They exist here, and they are the truth, just like the eternal truth.
And here, it is not just these giant sculptures, but at the feet of the giant sculptures, the little stone men woke up from their slumber, shook off their bodies, and turned into flesh.
When the perfect blockade constructed by the four elements was broken and the blockade of this space was lifted, they also woke up from their long sleep.
The little stone men woke up from their slumber. They seemed to know what they were going to do by nature. They just picked up the earth and stones and turned them into stone weapons. Ants crawling along the human web.
But their climbing was not smooth, often without reaching their knees, they were suddenly attacked by flying "mosquitoes" and declined again.
"What's this? Sculpture battle between ants and mosquitoes?"
Hearing this, Helent smiled wryly.
"Those ants are giants, um, ancient giants with a minimum height of more than ten meters, and those mosquitoes are giant dragons. Those sculptures... Titan giants, the Titan giants are about to wake up!"
Yes, these "Little Stone Men", who are not as big as the toes of giant sculptures, are giants in the mouths of other races, and this is like a game between ants and mosquitoes, which is an epic war between giants and dragons.
After a little comparison, those statues that stand above the ground are the legendary Titans who are enough to wrestle with the gods.
When the balance of the elements was disturbed, the four-element seal of the exile also lost part of its power, so the silver race of the seal came back.
"Attack... The sleeping giants are back!"