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Dark Elves could not understand the ancient etiquette from Earth, much less understand the complexity behind it.

In order to set up this trap, he had expended countless brain cells and even used all sorts of unconventional methods to create so much illusion.

It was a pity that the Dark Elves that were deceived did not have any consciousness.

Although it had been a while since the clan leader of the Ji family advanced into the peak, and he could be considered a veteran in terms of peak, how could it be possible for the clan leader of the Ji Clan to suddenly advance to the Saints, given how his intelligence and mental state were inferior to Mi Luosheweiqi's? Although the Minotaur tribe had a long history, how could the usually careless and reckless Minotaur imagine such a strict banquet system?

It was a pity that when the Dark Elves stepped into the Minotaur tribe, they presented an extremely large false image that was hard to differentiate between real and fake.

"Dance and song!"

Seeing that everyone was in position, the chief slapped his hands together, shocking the Dark Elves to the point that they were unsettled. However, the following singing and dancing performance exceeded their imagination.

Dressed strangely, the mysterious and transcendent female dancer slowly walked out of an environment that was like dancing mist, and the melodious music danced along with the melodious music. This was a classical dance that came from the Eastern World, and also a palace dance.

The song ended, and the dance ended.

The Dark Elves s were all dumbstruck. Even the Great Witch, High Priest and the others were shocked by the carefully crafted song.

"Brilliant!"

Prince Abiati clapped his hands.

The old Dark Elves sighed: "The two great elven empires' so-called music masters can commit suicide in shame from the music, and this beautiful dance that doesn't belong to us. Maybe only God has the right to enjoy it, and there will be no regrets in this life."

The Prince Abiati asked in an abnormal tone: "Respected clan leader, I wonder if it is possible for you to introduce this esteemed music master to Abiati?"

Great Witch sighed: "Respected Prince Abiati, this mysterious music master is not one of us, even our king does not have the qualifications to keep him. It's already a great honor for us to have him play a song. The old man has known him for so many years, but we've only heard him play it twice. "

Prince Abiati took the opportunity to ask for guidance: "I wonder which tribe's wizard this distinguished old man from?"

Great Witch smiled slightly, he secretly sighed to himself about Thunder's foresight, and replied using the lies he had prepared beforehand: "This old man is windstorm tribe, because of Holy See's invasion, our legendary Master of the Blizzard used his life as the price to buy our tribe a chance to retreat. In the end, we have to receive friendly allies from Minotaur tribe to live together, they will fight together, and we can forge weapons."

"Legend of the Windstorm?"

It was obvious that this was the first time Prince Abiati had heard of such an existence.

Great Witch replied calmly, "Yes, our king is Legend Dwarf. However, Legend Dwarf was also unable to endure the beatings from the Angel Corps led by the three four-winged angel s. In the end, we died and only have time to save the king's legendary weapon."

With that, the Great Witch took out the Stormaxe.

Prince Abiati's expression immediately changed. From one look, the Stormaxe could tell that this was an extremely high quality Epic-tier weapon, especially since the power of the laws flowing on it had directly stimulated his soul, causing the Prince Abiati to be even more certain that the previous owner of this weapon was the Saints.

The Old Elves asked with a trace of hope: "four-winged angel? Didn't the Holy See only have two pairs of wings? We have annihilated dozens of angels before, but their strongest was only peak level. They simply could not kill a Legend Dwarf who possessed an Epic weapon. "

Great Witch gave him a disdainful look, and replied: "You guys don't even know four-winged angel, yet you dare to attack him. I really don't know if you're ignorant or incompetent. Ordinary Angels naturally could not be promoted to Saints. According to the strength of their souls, they were usually weak Angels below the peak. But when a Saint's soul transforms and goes through a long period of time, they would also be able to comprehend the power of the laws, complete their advancement, and become a Saints. "

All the Dark Elves stood up in shock.

"Holy See has three Saints s!"

Prince Abiati and the rest had these words in their minds. They were no longer calm with regards to this concept.

The StarClan Chief spoke again, "Holy See has at least ten four-winged angel s, one hexagonal angel and one Pope of Domain level."

Ten four-winged angel s, ten Saints s, just what kind of terrifying power was this? There was also a hexagonal angel and a Pope of the Domain level. The Dark Elves s were so shocked that their faces turned pale, even the Prince Abiati and the Old Elves with the toughest willpower were dazed.

Patriarch Sta's words were not completely lost. This information was something that they and dark spirit had analyzed together. Furthermore, they still have the general military power of Holy See in the Underground World. However, because this information is their trump card, the resources they have to protect themselves will naturally not be leaked.

"Are you sure?"

Prince Abiati wanted to confirm the message was accurate.

The Great Witch answered on behalf of the StarClan Patriarch: "The divine instrument s of the Holy See have the possibility of inheriting the power of light from every Pope, so the existence of the Holy Pope s Domain level does not need to be doubted. Furthermore, Holy See has been taught by the First in the World for three thousand years, the accumulated faith of millions of believers, if he could not nurture a hexagonal angel, it would be mystical. This information is our initial estimate, and also our lowest estimate. "

Prince Abiati finally calmed down and asked: "I don't know if your sources are reliable, but can you contact surface world?"

"Yes."

Thunder's body suddenly appeared in front of Prince Abiati.

The Dark Elves guards all pulled out their weapons and stood in front of Prince Abiati. But at least Prince Abiati was smart enough to stop the Dark Elves guards in time.

Thunder nodded in praise, "If I wanted to assassinate this prince, he would have been a dead man a long time ago. Although he has hidden the magic of his Magic Scholar, it is simply a joke in front of me. "

Prince Abiati's pupils constricted. The strength of the Magic Scholar was his greatest trump card. He had to rely on a high leveled Magic Items to hide his own aura, unless it was an existence on the level of a Saints. However, no matter how he looked at it, Thunder didn't seem like a Saints level being at all. At the very least, his strength was only at Eighth Order.

But soon, he saw a miracle on Thunder's body. The thunder was right in front of him. While he was speaking, his strength fell sharply from his Eighth Order, and every step after that, his strength fell step by step. He was like a normal person, there was not even the slightest fluctuation in his strength, and he was even more normal than a normal person.

The Prince Abiati was even more sure that the lightning was the existence of the Saints.

This was because not only did his body have Magic Items s that were hiding their magic, there were also Magic Items s that could see through their disguise. Only the Saints would be able to hide their cultivation in front of him. The two Magic Items s were one set, and only then did Prince Abiati's four hundred years of life go by quickly. He was always able to avoid some troublesome matters.

Prince Abiati took the initiative to salute: "Respected assassin from Saints, this Prince Abiati is honored to meet a top-level existence from surface world."

Thunder replied with a laugh, "You made two mistakes."

Prince Abiati was stunned when he heard it, and asked: "Please advise."

Thunder said, "First, I am not an assassin. Secondly, I am not at the top of surface world, and Saints is not the top of surface world.

Rhine was one, and so was the enemy Skeleton Tyrant.

The Prince Abiati didn't care that much, he didn't want to pursue Thunder's real profession either. Anyone who reached Saints rank, no matter which profession, would be worthy of his respect.

This time, Lei Lei didn't come here to chat with the Prince Abiati, to say those useless words. According to the plan drawn up at the beginning, the appearance of the thunderbolt meant the end of the show. This time, it was time to put an end to the big show.

Thus, Thunder Blade said, "You can treat me as Minotaur's man and attribute my strength to Minotaur's combat prowess. As for the alliance and the benefits you all want, that has nothing to do with me.

After finishing his words, Thunder walked over to the StarClan Patriarch.

The chief finally stood up and made a gesture of invitation. Afterwards, Thunder brought him to another place.

Seeing the two Saints s teleporting away at any time, the Dark Elves did not have much of a reaction and felt that it was natural. However, the Prince Abiati and the Old Elves could see the strategic significance and the threat in it. Their minds were immediately smashed by the chaotic thoughts in their heads.

With so many layouts, deterrence and chaos were the two main themes. Their ultimate goal was the underground battle that was about to take place.

When Great Witch and the High Priest saw the effects of the thunderbolt, they immediately started the war exchange that they had been preparing since a long time ago, pulling the delegation led by Prince Abiati into the orbit they had planned for.

Everything was going well.

However, on the side of Thunderclap and the StarClan Chief, they encountered some troublesome problems.

"A long period of berserk mode is really too painful!"

With both his mind and body free, Patriarch Sta finally collapsed into a sitting position. His eyes were blurred, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Yes, peak level's Patriarch Ji had been in a berserk state this entire time. In addition, with the support of a large number of Magic Items s and the many mini totem pillars that could increase one's mental control, the berserk state of Patriarch Ji had a little bit of the scent of a Saints.

Of course, if not because the Dark Elves s had Bucharest's butterfly Totems surrounding them, which had an undetectable hallucinating effect, the clan leader Ji would not have been able to deceive them so easily.

Thunder knew that the StarClan Chief was very tired, but this was likely to happen more than once, so he had to persevere.

"I finally understand why Mi Luosheweiqi doesn't go berserk anymore. It turns out he didn't want to be infatuated with someone in this crazy state, and with his Bao Ding's blade technique, his ox knife was equal to his rule. As long as his strength increases, he would be the perfect Blade Saint."

Thunderclap laughed and asked, "Clan Leader Ji, we have the ability to assist you in your second phase Berserk Transformation. Do you want to do that?"

The StarClan Patriarch replied, "No need. I'm already old. In the future, I'll belong to you two."

Thunder understood the hidden meaning behind Patriarch Sta's words and nodded. He did not say anything because it was unnecessary to continue speaking.

The StarClan Chief asked, "Aren't you worried that they will fail the negotiations? After all, the other party is Empire of the Night Elves's number one intellectual brain, and is known as the most intelligent prince in the history of the Empire of the Night Elves.

Thunder laughed and replied, "That won't happen, Great Witch and High Priest are even craftier than we thought. Moreover, in terms of conspiracy, who can compare to a human, and the Great Witch that we have the most experience in is a repulsive existence that even a human aristocracy who is born with the ability to scheme. "

Patriarch Sta seemed to have understood something.