Baier's battlefield is not the whole of this world, although the news of the continuous fall of the main gods is shocking, new news has also come from other battlefield areas.
Among the many pieces of information, the most eye-catching is probably the "Battle of Sidi, the undead army of the alien plane raided the trolls and helped the human defenders of San Antonio to win a great victory."
According to the report, "These undeads claim to be the legacy of the ancient human empire. Now they have returned to the plane, established their capital in the extreme north Iceland, and have established formal diplomatic relations with the Northern Lan Alliance."
At this time, Sandro and other undead emperors finally made a choice and decided where to stand.
The far north Iceland they talk about actually has no clear geographical name, that is, the far north part of the continent farther north, across the icy ocean, there is indeed a continent, but because of the extreme north Temperature, probably only polar bears and snow monsters can settle there.
"And Adam, he and those native snow trolls are like family."
Lifting her glasses a little, although Margaret's words were calm, I could feel the resentment in it. It seemed that the previous trip to the extreme north had not left a good impression on her.
However, being able to get lost to the glacial continent in the extreme north is not without a sense of direction, it is completely a curse.
The return of Margaret and Adam also gave me a sigh of relief. It is always a good thing to have trusted comrades around, and with it, the support of the Lan Alliance.
As soon as Margaret arrived, she began to devote herself to the heavy rescue work. At this time, Adam was uncharacteristically. He had no time to be bored and made trouble everywhere. He was bowing his head and weaving a feather broom that looked extravagant.
But we all know that this is just an illusion.
"...Well, Adam, can you stop doing things? Yesterday, the angel of Arthur asked me to complain that no matter how many feathers there are, Angel Sun will always be bald by plucking."
"It's just a warm-up. When I think of the next battle, I can't stand it! It's rare to encounter such a high-quality opponent, and I don't have to worry about accidentally killing it... Well, I should go to the hot angel to warm up again! I'll go Now, I won't be back for dinner at noon."
The more he talked, the more excited he became, the flames rose from his head, and it seemed that he would find the angels to fight for three days at any time, and then hurried out.
If I hadn't received a report that there were rare auction items such as "Angel's Feather Fan" and "Angel's Tears" on the black market of Cloud Tower, I would have believed it.
As for a poor guy who suddenly became rich, and generously swept away small news such as some kind of banned books in the book market, I would not care about such boring things, but just handed it over to Margaret to deal with... Then The red light in the evening was really bright, and a certain man's desperate scream "My collection" is indeed sympathetic, and many married male compatriots have left tears of pity for the same disease.
What's more pitiful, probably he thought that the discovery of the new book collection was just an accident, and he actually planned to resell the rare items such as high-level angel feathers again, and restocked... Not coming back for lunch at noon? Hurry up to restock at noon.
"Really, it's a war now, can you be serious, the market has just returned to normal supply, and you start selling these?"
I'm still thinking about whether I should perform the duties of a congressman to investigate and punish these messy businessmen, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see that the corner of Margaret's mouth is twitching? Is this a smile? How could Margaret smile so happily? Well, it's all seen through, Adam, take care of yourself.
Forget it, I won't remind him anymore. When I'm depressed, watching jokes should make me happy.
Angel? Yes, in the current tower of the cloud, the high-level angels of the two legions have already settled in. Although they are indeed annoying in a sense, as temporary comrades, it is still very reassuring.
While we were actively preparing for the war, the battlefield in front of us did not return to calm. At this point, Cavens declared war on the whole world, and the conspiracy of the World Destroyer was already in front of us.
As the parties, we haven't had time to say anything yet. The Lord of Holy Light, the "world master", finally couldn't bear it anymore. The bombing of his clone is already the most serious challenge. "Opening the door" directly threatens the order of the entire world. In terms of mechanical thinking, it is already a threat of the highest level.
As a result, the Lord of Holy Light, an impersonal god, gave up all restraint without hesitation. The gods and angels of the Holy Light were descended into the world like dumplings. The savings were all smashed down.
There is no possibility of a truce in the chaotic space created by the fall of the gods. The Holy Light God Department and the Angel Chapter have not hesitated to enter this chaotic war zone. As a cloud fortress near the battlefield, the Holy Light God Department has also sent Two top chapters and dozens of affiliated chapters have settled in, and there are more than 30,000 scattered angels. The angel who led the team, Arthur, seems to be a legendary figure left in history.
As for whether these two top battle groups are protecting the cloud fortress, or deterring us "heretics not to act rashly", everyone actually knows.
This obviously touches on the dignity of the mages, but instead I persuaded other members to accept their admission. After all, it is stupid to contradict the main brain of the Holy Light at this time. Anne," turned the guns around and attacked us, and we'd be in big trouble.
Besides, such cherished single-cell thugs are rare, even if they are allowed to explore the way, it is a good thing, just endure it for a few days.
The result is that you can see angels flying overhead every morning. These guys really regard themselves as the masters of this city, completely ignoring the moral bottom line of the mages... Cough, so, it is the middle and low level of patrolling The angels are steadily disappearing at a very uniform speed, and the high-level angels often encounter the challenges of the strong for no reason, making the Arthur God Envoy busy every day.
As for whether it ended up being an experiment of a mad mage, or fell into the black market... In fact, considering the abundant supply and falling prices, I have some desire for a cheap and beautiful angel maid, although I have no feelings and some regrets, but not Emotions also mean that they will not be lazy and will not ask for wages, and they are also very eye-catching, what a good long-term laborer.
But recently, Arthur's envoy came to me every day to complain. Once I hit this critical moment, it would be better for me not to cause any new diplomatic incidents.
"You can ask Adam to buy one for you, and you can also stop by to watch a joke."
I was taken aback by what Heloise said, then I laughed and gave a thumbs up. I gave this suggestion thirty-two likes.
I just started writing a letter and asked the familiar to bring it to Adam, using special stationery that would self-destruct.
"...my friend, please choose a young and beautiful angel maid, I'll help you stop Margaret..."
I, as everyone knows, never lie.
"Margaret, save face. Just let Adam go this time, man, there are always some fresh needs, this is not infidelity, but a normal male need. At least, he did not buy the most popular recently. Angel slave."
"... Your face? How much is it worth?"
Margaret, who sneered, picked up her staff and went out. It seemed that my words not only did not put out the fire, but also poured oil. Judging from the expression on her face, she was not far from running away.
Okay, I've "dragged" it, but unfortunately I didn't, so, my friend, ask yourself for more blessings.
"Roland, you seem to have resentment towards Adam?"
"... When you are fighting hard on the battlefield, your buddy is picking up girls on the outfield, dating and messing around, and when they meet, they will tell you about their travel and leisure experience, and they will be excited, and they will continue to add 'It's a pity you didn't go, why don't you go? How happy', what do you think?"
"… I understand."
The dead cat nodded and continued to pretend to be asleep. There was only the rustling of the end of the pen across the paper in the room.
There are more than a dozen letters stacked on the table, and there are incoming and outgoing letters. In order to mobilize all the power at hand, I have been very busy these days.
Suddenly, the dead cat looked up, and our eyes turned to the window, not only because of the familiar starlight falling, but also because a person who had been waiting for a long time finally came.
"Sandrew, since you are here, it seems that you have made a decision."