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“That’s too late,” the little boy shook his head vigorously: “They saw me when I was down.”

“Hey, why are you so careless?” The people suddenly felt distressed.

Looking at their expression, Scippamira can’t help but feel worried. She is not as heartless as Romaine. It is not as clear as Brando’s division of power on the World. Besides, there is a locust in the city, a dragon, that Many Ji Realm masters can threaten her, she does not know who the secret clerics in these populations are, and for a moment is also a little nervous.

She was worried that there had been a mess of footsteps on the cellar, and everyone was quiet. Only the young secret society had a bright look. Of course, he didn’t dare to say a word at this time, even though the church members were there. But the high level Priest is still in front of her. Maybe a thunder of God will make him a fly ash and it will only be a minute.

At this time, he also thought about the thunder and lightning of God in one heart.

The atmosphere in the cellar is a bit strange for a moment. Everyone has different minds and the footsteps are getting closer and closer on the top of the head. It messes over the open stone door and goes in the other direction without stopping.

Everyone was suddenly stunned.

The expression of joy just revived also solidified on the face of the young secret agent. His open mouth for a moment didn’t even know how to reclose it. His face was almost smashed and it looked weird.

Fortunately, no one noticed this. Scippamira looked at them and asked, “What should I do now?”

“Wait a minute.”

Someone said.

“Wait.”

Others should be quick to talk, no one dares to take risks at this time.

……

In the green scorpion’s scorpion, a fine golden trajectory fell into the horizon, and the wind in the forest, the shadows of the treetops in the distance, the leaves flying.

The leaves of March Laurel fell on the terrace and blew into the inner palace.

Rays of light broke into the great hall, and the marble columns were bright.

Aerlanta looked at it quietly, while the left and right quietly looked at their sage adults, which seemed to faintly indicate the end of an era, but few people understood what it meant.

After a moment of silence, the former suddenly walked down the steps, the silk robe’s hem crossed the marble floor, and she turned and said to the two popes of Faanzan:

“The two sire, it is time, the oracles in the past are at this moment, maybe we will be destroyed, or World will be born again, but the mortal will eventually have the power to decide.”

The sage adult suddenly succumbed and said: “Please help the two men to help me.”

“This is what I should do,” the first pope replied quickly. “Please rest assured that the empire will always follow the Faanzan’s Will, the Sage.”

The current pope also added: “The envoy is already on the road, the sage is an adult,” but he is a bit suspicious: “But I am worried about Wind Elf.”

“They will agree, they have a thousand-year-old king at the moment.” Aerlanta smiled softly, as if she had thought of an old friend.

She turned back and walked out of the terrace. The wind blew her robe. There was an invisible door outside the terrace. When she walked into the door, her figure gradually faded.

Then gradually disappeared.

In many places in the Four Borders Plain and the Starry Forest, the disaster has completely changed the elegant and calm attitude of the Aboriginal people here.

A meteorite fell in Quirins, and the royal court that Wind Elf took pride in destroyed the half. The whole city fell into the general situation of Hell, and the crying sounded through the clouds.

Look at the highest point of the Holy Moon Holy Cathedral to the distant darkness. The city is full of sparkling lights and thick smoke columns.

Elves looked at the scene with a dignified look.

But Wind Empress Saers, standing in front of the Twelve Columns, had a calm expression. She stood quietly standing with twenty-four Knights. The hunter and sister were somewently dressed in elves and on the other side until today. I am used to the clothes that these elves think are decent but some are too complicated.

Elf’s king of the sundial was somewhat reluctant to follow these people, but he was somewhat reluctant, but he was helpless. He only heard that the sage adults said in a calm tone to the envoys not far away:

“Wind Elf will be aligned with Faanzanian.”

“Adult.” The voice of the envoy was a little embarrassing. He never dreamed that he would meet a sage, what a glory, the most noble existence in a thousand years. “I will convey your every word in its entirety,” he replied reverently.

Elf Oneesan nodded: “Go back and let your emperor prepare for the war. This war may determine the fate of all of us.”