He raised his eyebrows and searched for a few key words from the heavenly book-like data. Then, he pondered for a moment and crossed his legs on the armchair.
A light flashed in front of the house. Many looked up and saw the light from the wings of light. The patriarch looked at the scene in the house and blinked curiously.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course, Patriarch."
Many stood up and bowed. Sylvia and the others also quickly stood up and put their hands on their chests. This was a form of respect for the religious leader.
Becky had no choice but to accept this kind of etiquette. Even if there was no one around, Becky would not say anything to stop them. This was a kind of etiquette in a broad sense. It was very important to the entire territory and even the Empire.
The patriarch's authority was not to be questioned.
Of course, no one would have thought that the usually solemn and solemn Patriarch would walk into the room with a relaxed pace like a girl next door. His eyes swept across everyone in the room with a liveliness that was like a jumping flame in the fireplace.
"Looks like something big happened?"
"Perhaps." Many gestured for Becky to sit on a chair and took out a small map of the Empire of Saint Reims from their space rings and spread it on the table in front of them. "Let me finish reading this first."
"No problem."
Becky's smile was very sweet.
"Is there any problem with the recent missionary work?"
Flora and Becky seemed to be talking about family matters. This was something that had never happened before in history. Usually, religious leaders and royalty would always have conflicts of some kind or another. However, after fighting for so long, Becky and Flora had long broken away from the so-called conflict of interests. The two important people of the Empire were now talking like two ordinary girls.
"Count Victoria is fine. But I still need to find some time to go there. The Southern Territory … I still need to wait for Many to give me some advice. I'm not sure about that old man."
"Chris is an unfathomable guy."
Flora thought of the black-robed figure and felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart.
"He's not the most difficult to deal with. Right now, we have to face his mentor."
He looked up from the map and put it back into his storage ring. Then, he said in a low voice, "St. Augustine, we might have two choices, but whether we have the right to choose or not depends on what earth-shattering things we can do next."
"Why?"
Sylvia didn't understand the story behind it, nor did she know what St. Augustine meant. Including Noda, the only people in this room who knew this name were dragons.
Of course, this also included Flora, who had inherited her father's knowledge.
"He … he actually appeared?"
Flora's voice was a little shaky. The carefree mood she had when she was being talked to was gone in an instant. Even her pale face had changed color. She looked as pale as a sheet of white paper.
As an angel and a patriarch, Becky had an instinctive reverence and fear for this name in her memories.
The patriarch was actually trembling uncontrollably. She didn't even know why. The angel's memories seemed to make her body react instinctively. After hearing this name, Becky stood up lightly and said in a tone that she had never used before, "His appearance is always accompanied by destruction … and new life."
A faint golden light flashed in her eyes. After saying this, Becky bent down and panted heavily. Many hurriedly held her and gently placed her on the chair.
"Sorry … I lost control just now …"
Becky's voice was weak as she lay face down.
Many reached out and pinched Becky's thin wrist. Slightly narrowing her eyes, Becky, who was panicking and uncomfortable all over, gradually calmed down. Her rapid exhalations turned into slow, deep breaths.
"Better?"
"Yes, much better."
Becky's fingers gently pinched Many's wrist. Then, Many understood and let go. However, they felt that Becky didn't let go immediately. Just as they were about to say something, they found that the patriarch had already let go.
"Who is that?
Is he strong? "
Noda didn't ask out of curiosity. He looked at Becky. He knew that someone who could make this seraph panic was definitely not someone easy to deal with. However, he still needed to understand what kind of mission he was facing.
"That guy … is the first elder of the Undead Council. He's also the only one," Flora said a little absent-mindedly.
"His arrival almost caused the undead to destroy the entire human world."
"And also brought a catastrophe to the dragon race."
Carolina added, "It's unbearable."
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Sylvia, who couldn't speak, also felt the heaviness of the news.
"Originally, I had something to discuss with Eccleston, but Augustine's appearance disrupted my plans," Audrey said.
Many sighed. "It's not impossible. It's just that we need to calm down for a while and wait for the next opportunity."
Raising his head, Many first said to Noda, "The dwarves may be just a group of stubborn dwarves to the entire continent, but this battle concerns the entire Roslorian Continent. It's better to send charcoal in the snow than to add flowers to the brocade. Besides, Daugen also understands the choice we will make."
"If you don't go, he'll probably be the first to use the Vulcan cannon to kill you."
Noda smiled, relaxing the atmosphere a little. "I heard that the things he improved are quite powerful. It seems that we can find a test subject now."
"Help me pass the order. I'll only bring five hundred people. The teleportation circle will be ready tomorrow."
"No problem."
Noda didn't waste any more words. He saluted like a regular soldier, then turned around and walked out of the house.
Looking at Noda's back, Many sighed softly, then turned their eyes to the patriarch.
"Becky, I hope you can help me with something. It may be a little shameless and selfish, but please forgive me. This is the only way I think at present."
"Lord, I've never seen the word 'selfish' in you."
Becky's smile was more charming than ever.
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"Form up!"
"Ka!"
The embassy's order was unusually clear, and the soldiers' response was even more cruel and cold, like a steel machine.
This was the elite soldiers of Odietore, elites in the truest sense of the word.
Five hundred soldiers, including the strongest, strongest, and most agile warriors of the Caucasian Trolls, Forest Trolls, and Kulun Trolls, had an average strength of grade seven!
Grade seven!
In the army establishment of the Empire of Saint Reims, this level was enough to hold the rank of colonel or above!
However, in Odietore, they were the most ordinary soldiers, one of them was equivalent to a hundred soldiers.
The Wyvern Cavalrymen had already lined up along with the 50 Dwarves from Rockhammer Castle. The bearded Dwarf had long since rushed to the front of the line in full armor. He couldn't wait to return home and smash those damn invaders into minced meat!
"Daugen!
Wait for the mage's order. There's no point in you going up now! "
"Rollier's hammer, don't talk nonsense with me. I want to rush over now!
Where's the mage!
Hurry up! "
Big Beard's voice was really loud, covering the orders of the sergeants. This shorty from Rockhammer Stronghold could be said to have a fiery temper. In this situation where the safety of his hometown was endangered, he was more anxious than anyone else.