Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo held his forehead with his hand and advised: "No need, your mission is to come to the imperial capital to capture men, not to cause trouble, this one is enough."

Ostara finally gave up, but she still felt unsatisfied and suddenly didn't want the human race's holy ranks to go north.

"Then wait for two days and see. If they are unwilling to leave, I will open a gate opposite the Scourge Gate and let the Undead Army of the Icefield come directly to the Imperial Capital."

But she was just saying this in anger. If she really did it, the death energy would flood into the southern border, corrupting the earth, creating a withered land, allowing the undead to gain a foothold, and Master Bobak would be able to kill her.

But it’s not excessive to release a few ice dragons while the senior brother is not paying attention!

Leo looked at Ostara who had succeeded in her evil deeds and proudly took Six to catch goldfish, and couldn't help but sigh.

Norin, who had followed, was finally relieved to see that the Frost Dragon had been dealt with.

At this time, he came to his senses and saw Leo sighing. He was puzzled. "It's not bad for the Elf Queen to do this. The effect is no worse than the group illusion. It also achieves the purpose."

Leo was speechless and said, "The Queen is not a human being, so are you not a human being either? You have lived for more than 20 years in vain, and you don't know the evil of human nature?"

"The illusion of the undead can shock the people of the imperial capital and put pressure on them, but it's hard to say about the real undead."

Although Ostara has lived for five hundred years, this is her first time going down the mountain. Although she has been taught since childhood that the races down the mountain are all bad, she is naive and is not as good as Bobak, who has walked down the mountain for hundreds of years and has no idea how evil human hearts can be.

Sure enough, when the newspaper came out the next day, the results were not as ideal as Ostara and Noreen had guessed.

"An elven portal suddenly appeared in the sky above the imperial capital, and a giant skeleton dragon is threatening the imperial capital!"

"The elves, who have not been out for a hundred years, are plotting to seize the kingdom under the mountain."

"The human race is in a critical situation."

"The conspiracy forces are behind this, and the aliens are wreaking havoc in the palace."

Members of the "conspiracy forces" gathered together. Denise held a newspaper and said worriedly, "The church has begun to fight back. These nonsense can actually be published in regular newspapers."

"Once these rumors spread, let alone the Saints heading north, I'm afraid that the high-level combat forces in the southern region will all gather in the imperial capital and increase their vigilance."

Before this, the newspapers in the imperial capital inherited the tradition of official gazettes and were still very ethical. However, as Leo launched a war of public opinion, everyone began to ignore evidence.

Once you start an unreasonable argument, of course whoever talks more and speaks louder will have the advantage.

Ostara was dumbfounded when she read the contents of the newspaper. She naively thought that as long as the human race in the southern border faced the threat of the undead, they would consider how to solve it.

But I didn’t expect that the church didn’t intend to solve the problem first, but to solve the person who raised the problem first.

This is completely incomprehensible in the logical thinking of the elves.

When the elf sees someone injured or crying, he thinks about how to heal the person and stop him from crying.

When it comes to humans, it becomes a slap in the face to make the other person shut up.

Ostara was almost crying with anger, "You people down here are simply mentally ill. Senior Brother Bobak shouldn't have helped you!"

Leo was much calmer. When he saw the Frost Dragon for the first time yesterday, he guessed several possible outcomes, and this was not the worst one.

He has always been unafraid to assume the worst of people from other worlds, but right now this is just a minor incident and is still within his psychological tolerance.

Leo flicked the newspaper, "You can't handle just these two moves? You're not very good at being the Elf Queen, you need more practice."

After Ostara finished her rant, she tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "That's right, what the newspaper said can only represent the forces that oppose me and the people who want the world to be in chaos. It can't represent the people down there, or even the people in the imperial capital!"

"A truly smart person has already started thinking about how to solve the problem after seeing the Frost Dragon. It just takes a little time to think about it."

After analyzing the problem, Ostara put her hands on her hips and said arrogantly, "I am indeed a smart queen. I can't be radical, not at all."

Those gathered together were all acquaintances, and they knew that the Elf Queen was ready to accept praise.

So they all sent a lot of flattery to the Elf Queen, successfully redeeming the bad image of the human race in front of the Elf Queen.

The Holy Light Archbishop Antonise, who had dealt with the Frost Dragon, also returned to his bedroom to rest.

As the Cardinal Archbishop of the Southern Territory second only to the Pope of Holy Light, Antonese's residence, also honored as the bedroom, is enough to prove his influence in the empire.

Archbishop Antonise, who had consumed a lot of Holy Light power, did not rest, but continued his own research.

How to create lightning without using supernatural powers!

In his study, there was a very strange device covered with copper wires, iron sheets, and roulette wheels.

If Leo had stood here, he would have known that this was a large disc generator.

This is the generator that Anthony has been researching for many years and finally assembled.

However, as a cardinal and a saint of the human race, his unorthodox hobbies could easily lead to criticism, so he only conducted research in secret.

At his level, he knew exactly whether these heretical academic disciplines violated the taboos of Holy Light and the real reasons why they were banned.

He does not openly support scientific research only to take care of his large group of followers.

The intelligence of a holy priest is far superior to that of ordinary people, and he has lived long enough to have read all the heretical books, doctrines, and research that have been banned by the Church of Holy Light for hundreds of years, and he can understand them all easily.

Looking at the generator he made with his own hands, Antonisse smiled, grabbed the generator's joystick and started shaking it.

As the complex wheel device above spun faster and faster, visible arcs began to flash at the other end of the generator.

When the electric arc accumulated enough energy, it lost control, traveled a distance of one meter in the air, and hit another iron rod.

Then there was a dull thud, his generator burst into a ball of sparks, and then stopped working.

Smelling the burning smell in the air, Anthony felt a little regretful.

Now that lightning has been created, how do we store it? How do we transport it? How do we amplify it?

Although the capital's top-grade materials and the best craftsmanship were used, the lightning produced by this generator was only enough to kill a mouse at close range.

Even if it is amplified a thousand times, its power is still not as strong as a lightning arrow from a low-level wizard, and it cannot seriously injure a transcendent.

Even with the mentality of a saint, Archbishop Antonese, who had experienced more than ten years of failure, could not help but have doubts, "Is this path I'm taking really not feasible?"

At this moment, a trusted disciple outside brought today's newspaper and said in a deep voice: "Saint, Bishop Bloom and Bishop Hausman want to see you."