Mysterious journey

The massacre took up all the front-page headlines in newspapers.

Gallon flipped through other newspapers, where Wiseman had defended himself. The claimed death toll in this incident was not an exaggeration like 200,000. At the same time, this was just a strong response to the provocation of the federal army. More than 90% of those killed in the war were soldiers, and there was no violation of international humanitarianism.

After carefully selecting some relatively reliable newspapers, Galen browsed them carefully.

Several days have passed since the massacre, and mass demonstrations have occurred in various places, demanding a strong military response from the government. At the same time, protest Weisman’s barbaric act of bloody massacre of civilians!

After roughly reading these newspapers, Garen sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.

The plane was also preparing to land at the same time and was beginning to fly downwards at a rapid angle.

Soon after a slight vibration, the plane finally landed.

Gallon got off the plane and took the arranged car directly out of the airport and headed straight to the capital city.

Half an hour later, it was only a few minutes into the city. There was a lot of noise from the street outside the car, and it seemed that many people were shouting something. Not very neat, a little messy.

Gallon was sitting in the black car and suddenly felt that the speed of the car was slowing down rapidly. He opened the window curtains and looked out. The streets outside were deserted, and the sounds seemed to come from afar.

"what happened?"

The driver was a special female soldier assigned by the military, and she answered with some embarrassment.

"Sir, there may be another demonstration ahead. Should we take another route and go around it?"

"Protest?" Garen was slightly stunned.

As the car slowly moved forward, the sounds from the front soon became clearer and clearer.

"Down with imperialism!"

"Down with imperialism!"

"Revenge Millstone Military Port!" "Revenge."

Repeated shouts came from the front. It seemed that someone took the lead in shouting, and then everyone followed.

"Sir, we can't go any further. The demonstration ahead must have blocked the road." The female soldier reminded loudly.

"Let's find another way." Garen frowned, "Do ocean currents often hold parades recently?"

"Yes, almost once a week, the scale is more than tens of thousands." The female soldier quickly replied. "And it is said that there are similar parades everywhere."

Garen breathed out and closed the curtains.

"Has the military region been dispatched to suppress it?"

"Not yet. We just dispatched the police to maintain order and arrested some chaotic elements who were smashing, smashing and looting. Now that the scale of the parade is getting bigger and bigger, the higher-ups don't dare to arrest people hastily." The female soldier also looked a little helpless.

Garen nodded in understanding.

The car slowly circled into another street in the night and moved forward slowly in the deserted traffic. There were police motorcycle escorts on both sides.

More than ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped in front of a black guild hall.

Garen got out of the car and walked into the clubhouse escorted by a team of guards who had been waiting for him.

A tall, white, fat man in the uniform of a lieutenant general was standing at the entrance of the club, looking at him with a smile and a friendly face, his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Gallon, I am very happy to be the intermediary in this mediation. You have come a long way, come in and have a rest." His voice was a bit high-pitched, sounding like a duck's voice, which was very cheerful. There is absolutely no dignity of a general.

"General Li Xien, has the other party arrived?" Garen followed the other party into the guild hall and asked calmly.

"It's been more than ten minutes." Lieutenant General Richien and Sulin's father were good friends who had worked together. The Demon Elephant Sect came to him to mediate, and Garen had to sell Sulin's father's face.

Of course, judging from the current situation, he also has his own will to mediate.

The hall is brightly lit and covered with thick red wool blankets. There are golden decorations and wall lamps everywhere, and the walls are covered with light yellow wallpaper. There are heavily armed special guards guarding the area at regular intervals.

Garen smelled a hint of blood from these guards. They were obviously transferred here to watch the scene shortly after they had just performed their mission.

After all, neither the Marshal of the Demon Elephant Sect nor him, the leader of the Baiyun Sect, are cruel and ruthless people. If they disagree with each other, they will take action. The entire guild hall will not be protected by force, and even his life may be in danger.

Seeing Garen sizing up the guarding soldiers, Richien said with a smile: "There is a battalion of heavy artillery outside aimed at here, so that we can discuss the conflicts between the two sides in a stable and peaceful atmosphere. This must be what Mr. Gallon wants to see."

"Of course." Garen nodded, "The current federation can no longer withstand greater internal strife. This is also the fundamental reason why I am willing to negotiate peace with the other party."

Lieutenant General Richien immediately nodded in agreement with relief.

The two soon walked into a quiet wooden tea room.

The whole tea room is covered with black wood. On the wall facing the door is an extremely delicate and gorgeous ancient oriental painting. It is rectangular in shape, hung horizontally on the wall, and is four or five meters wide. It looks extremely elegant and elegant.

The ancient paintings depict dozens of lifelike birds of various kinds, some fluttering in flight, some landing slowly, some swooping forward to peck, and some waiting to be fed.

Red, blue, white, black, birds of all colors, large and small, are colorful and look extremely delicate and gorgeous.

"What a painting!" Although Garen didn't know how to draw, he could still see the great value and beauty of this ancient painting.

A slender woman in black is sitting on the right side of the ancient painting. The woman was rolling up her sleeves and gently pouring tea. The green tea slowly flowed into the white jade teacup. The clear and vivid green made Garen feel relieved. I feel inexplicably calmer.

This woman has a delicate face and looks like an average woman in her twenties. She has a gentle temperament and slow and elegant movements. The white jade porcelain-like skin seemed to break at the slightest touch.

Garen followed the Lieutenant General as he approached, only to realize that the woman was not wearing a simple black dress, but a long black silk skirt. The hem of the skirt was long and trailed to the floor, reflecting the mysterious and smooth sheen of silk.

Black hair, jade skin, delicate face, and a pair of enchanting narrow black phoenix eyes.

For a moment, Garen seemed to have returned to China in his previous life. The person sitting in front of him seemed to be a traditional classical beauty, gently pouring tea for himself.

The two sat down slowly. Garen was sitting opposite the woman, watching with admiration as the other person pushed the poured green tea in front of him.

"I'm a rough guy and don't know much about elegance. It seems that you are Marshal Ulan, the leader of the Demon Elephant Sect?" He didn't say much to the other party and directly confirmed it.

"I heard that the leader of the Garen Sect is only about 20 years old. Now it seems that he doesn't have the immatureness of a 20-year-old youth at all. It's really incredible." The woman smiled, "Yes, I am a member of the Demon Elephant Sect. Ulan. Marshal Leader is just a title, not worth mentioning in front of you."

"Time is running out. I still have a lot of things to deal with, so let's not go around in circles. The current domestic environment does not allow us to continue internal friction, and the situation in the Federation is very troublesome. As for the matters against your family, I believe you should also know that these matters are not I wasn't the one who started it. It was you who incited my senior sister to betray the family first." Garen calmly explained the cause and effect.

"This matter is indeed our fault, but the Baiyun Sect was not within the scope of our fear before. This situation only appeared after you came to power. It is the law of nature that the weak eat the strong. Now that you are strong, there is no reason for us to collide with each other anymore. Both sides suffer." The woman paused, "That's what I mean when I ask General Richien to mediate. Only the strong have rights worthy of respect."

"So what do you mean"

"We give up in the south and withdraw completely." Ulan calmly took a sip of tea. "We have also exposed Clark's matter, so we don't owe each other anything."

"How can you still come up with any tricks in the south?" Garen sneered, "I already have it under my control. This condition is completely insincere."

"Young man, don't be too arrogant." A chill flashed through the woman's eyes, "You are strong, but do you really think that the little strength you see is all we have?"

"Am I arrogant? You took the initiative to apply for mediation, but you didn't want to show any sincerity at all, and you still said that I was arrogant." Garon's face turned cold, "Don't think that I don't know that your headquarters is in the north. At worst, we will go to war, but I want to take a look. Is the Demon Elephant Gate stronger or weaker than the Immortal Palace!"

"Okay, okay, don't get angry, both of you. Since both of you are willing to come to mediate, it's obvious that you are here with sincerity. For my sake, each of you will take a step back." Li Xien spoke at the critical moment. His face was kind and smiling.

"In this way, for my sake, the Demon Elephant Sect withdraws from the south. When future actions involve the south, it must be discussed with the Baiyun Sect in advance. And the Baiyun Sect will not pursue it anymore. In the future, it will inform the Demon Elephant Sect in advance when it goes to the north. This will rule the north and the south. What do you think?"

"What if something goes wrong without reporting it?" Marshal Ulan sneered.

"Then being killed is none of my business." Garen regained his previous calmness. "For the sake of General Richien, I agree."

"Then I agree!" Ulan gritted his teeth and replied.

To be honest, if Garen, the Nightmare King, and Andrela hadn't appeared in Baigadi this time, they would have repelled the Asgard's plan. It is impossible for her Demon Elephant Sect to ask for mediation so actively.

Gallon and Andrela are okay, they can be regarded as typical examples of people who can handle it head-on.

But the King of Nightmares is different. This guy can be male or female, big or small. No one knows his specific identity without taking action. And the most terrifying thing is that he is proficient in hypnosis and is known as the King of Hypnosis. Facing such a person, the most terrifying thing is not his strength, but his unparalleled ability to track and hide.

Facing such a person, no organization can hide. Once the war begins, Garen will get the help of the Nightmare King to trace the roots of the entire Demon Elephant Gate.

Ulan shudders just thinking about such a result.

Because of the bloody and weird way to enter the Demon Elephant Sect, there are enemies almost everywhere, and there are enemies everywhere. Once exposed to sunlight.

This is also the key reason why they unanimously requested Marshal Ulan to take the initiative to mediate.