Chapter 2401： Old white **** is weird

The queen and Helena died of exhaustion in the face of an unknown monster. The news that Sally became the queen of the elves quickly spread throughout the continent of Nolan, and the races shook.

The shadow of the old rulers has not yet dissipated, and the fear and vigilance of all races towards the devil are still full.

Fortunately, the result of this news is: Alex arrived at a critical moment and beheaded the monster!

"Damn, pretend to him again." Lankster, who was sitting in the Frost Throne, smiled and crushed the intelligence jade in his hand.

"We still need to contact Alex and Irina about this matter. Where did these powerful monsters come from? We must find out what their purpose is." Douglas said solemnly.

The elders of the Frost Dragon Clan also responded one after another, all worried.

The Elf Queen and Helena are both top powerhouses who have experienced racial wars, and even the leaders of the Elf tribe in the past hundreds of years.

Their death is not only a major event for the Elves, but also a major event for the entire Nolan Continent.

Lankster said in a low voice: "I will go to the City of Chaos myself."

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City of Chaos, City Lord’s Mansion Conference Room.

"How is the situation of the elves now?" Michael looked at Roland and asked solemnly.

"The overall situation is stable. The new queen has successfully controlled the Forest of Wind before ascending the throne. The border has been closed and the Forest of Wind is in a state of emergency." Roland replied, taking out a piece of information and handing it to Michael, "Ilin Na's attitude towards the new queen greatly stabilized the elves."

Michael quickly scanned it, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect Helena to choose to let go in the end. For her, it should not be an easy decision."

"When the situation of the elves stabilizes, maybe we can consider building a railway line to the Forest of Wind." Roland smiled.

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Devil Islands, the abyss.

"The elven clan has an unparalleled period of decline in hundreds of years. It is a pity that the peace agreement has been signed, and there is also a nosy fellow like Alex, otherwise the unfinished great cause of the year will have a chance."

"The Elf Queen and the Old Witch Helena are dead. It is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What a pity, what a pity!"

...

"In the legend of the elves, the elves will become a leaf on the tree of life when they die, but now that the tree of life is gone, what do they become?"

On the balcony, Irina looked up at the starry sky, with a row of finished wine bottles on hand, and asked softly.

McGonagall thought for a while, but couldn't say what it would become a star. He was silent for a while, and said: "Maybe some elves will not leave even if they die. They may continue to guard the forest and Their people."

Irina looked back at him, her slightly flushed face showing a little bit of irritation, "I'm tired enough when I'm alive, don't I make it easy and happy when I die?"

McGonagall was dumb, speechless, silent for a while, and said: "From the current point of view, they may have become a tree and a vine."

"Do you think that's what they became?" Irina smiled, with some real joy in her smile.

"When I was young, the mother emperor used to tell me stories under the tree of life and teach me magic. At that time, I didn't think Helena was so bad, and she thought her crystal ball was very interesting, and the starry sky magic was amazing. I wanted to learn it. It's a pity that I can't learn..."

McGonagall looked at Irina sitting on the edge of the balcony, telling intermittently some stories hidden deep in memory. His slender legs swayed gently outside the balcony. The atmosphere was not too sad. The moon was shining on her. The side face is like an ordinary girl reminiscing about the past when she was a child.

In the quiet night, only insects and her light voice intertwined.

After the story was told, she picked up the red wine bottle, drank the remaining half bottle of wine, hiccuped, and then fell backward into McGonagall's arms.

"Little fairy will have troubles too, she will get drunk." McGonagall picked her up, turned and went downstairs.

About ten minutes later, McGonagall returned to the balcony and smiled at the unknown moment: "Did the new core bring you?"

Xi looked into McGonagall's eyes, as if trying to see him through, and said calmly, "You should know that having this kind of mismatch is not necessarily a good thing for Nolan Continent."

"I also know that it's worse to be a little white rabbit that only sells good things." McGonagall smiled.

"I have reported the news. A law enforcement team may be sent to investigate. Before that, I hope you can give me the mecha. This matter has nothing to do with you."

McGonagall is not surprised that Xi has reported the matter. He is not yet narcissistic enough that he can buy a professionally trained soldier with a few dishes.

"You seem to be mistaken. What's happening now is that the guys in your dungeon crossed the border to Nolan Continent and killed the queen and high priest of the elves, as well as dozens of elves.

If you can't guarantee that this kind of thing will not happen again, then the underground city is an untimely deadly bomb for the Nolan Continent, and all races in the Nolan Continent have the right to know your existence and make necessary precautions for it. "Meg looked at her seriously and said.

Xi looked at him in silence, shook his head and said: "I can't guarantee you this."

"Then let someone who can talk." McGonagall said frankly.

"And this, you can take it." McGonagall took out the core of the mecha and placed it on the ground.

Xi took out the storage box and put away the several-meter-high core, turning around to leave.

"Would you like to have a drink before leaving?" McGonagall's voice came from behind.

Xi's footsteps obviously paused, and then he continued to move forward.

"The braised pork stewed in the pot downstairs seems to be eaten by one person." McGonagall said leisurely.

Xi turned around, looked at him and said, "You know, I'm not drunk."

"Bad men think about getting drunk women. I have wives and children, so I don't do this kind of thing." McGonagall waved his hand.

Yellow tile stove, red charcoal, casserole simmering braised pork, two plates of cold dishes, a big pot of beer, and two people sitting opposite each other.

McGonagall watched as he feasted on the braised pork, cooked a bowl of rice in a while, smiled: "In the underground city, haven't you ever eaten such delicious meat?"

Xi elegantly put down the bowl and looked at McGonagall: "Dungeons also have rich and unique cuisine."

"When a person starts to answer an incorrect question, it often means that he was right." McGonagall smiled.

Xi served himself another bowl of rice and continued to dry the rice, not intending to answer McGonagall's question.

"I said, did you think about coming to the restaurant for this meal? So you didn't eat dinner on purpose?" McGonagall suddenly realized a serious problem.

"You invited me to eat." Xi answered calmly.

"Why can people who use prostitutes be so right now?" McGonagall shook his head and sighed.