For a moment, Cole almost wanted to give up the expedition. Anyway, it was just a gimmick. He told everyone that he was just pretending to be the leader.

But then I thought about it, there were 120,000 residents in the Snowman Tribe, but there were only a thousand soldiers. The awakened people with some prospects, the two black and white sects combined were only about 200, and most of them were average in talent, and even fewer combat professionals.

Even if the Black and White factions work together sincerely and unite to fight against Stark, they will definitely not be able to defeat the three legendary combat professions and the combination of Fire Crow, the half-step legend.

After thinking about it, there was no other way!

Cole and Bernie, the two giants of the black and white sects, had a chaotic face, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

The parliamentary selection contest has finally officially ended. All tribal heroes who won or did not win a seat feel that the trip is worth it. Dai Lin took out many blood bottles and blue bottles (life, mana recovery potion) and let Snowball and Ali and Lei Yi share with the Asian heroes who did not win a seat.

There are as many as a hundred tribal heroes attracted by the Snowman Tribe this time. Although these blood bottles and blue bottles are small spoons to lead the little tree people to collect the materials of the spiritual field, and after initial processing, they are sent to the lightless cover. Then they are finely matched by Esider and the skeleton soldiers. Finally, they are made by Esider or small chess pieces, and the cost is almost zero, but if sold to Black Gold Industry, it is actually a lot of money.

Dai Lin rewarded and compensated the tribe heroes for the losses on behalf of the Snowman Tribe, and naturally received praise from the tribe heroes. Viya also took the opportunity to gain a wave of reputation for Dai Lin within the Snowman.

The regaining of Yedi City was too big, and the senior snowman who received the news did not spread this. But Weiya had already started to promote the following: "If the magma creatures cannot deal with it, Lord Dai Lin agreed to our snowman join his city and live a rich and good life."

Outside there are humans who are trying to annex the tribe, inside there are scum of their own tribe who are trying to sell their owners for glory, and also teammates who barely stand together for the ultimate benefit but cannot believe them at all. Cole only feels under a lot of pressure and is particularly tired.

After the election of the MPs, there was a grand celebration ceremony that was originally planned and participated by the whole people. But Cole had no intention of attending the ceremony that he planned and supervised for a long time. After barely completing the award ceremony for the twelve MPs, Cole refused to let himself feel unwell and went home alone. Even Bernie wanted to discuss it with him, he ignored him.

He wants to be quiet.

"Jingjing" is the name of Cole's dead wife.

Cole asked his bodyguards to stay in the venue and returned to his dark and deserted home alone.

Cole's son Youji has moved out of adulthood, and his wife Jingjing died in the magma three years ago. Thirty years of continuous war have caused too much damage to the snowman. Almost every household has died at the hands of magma creatures. Even Cole is no exception.

Cole still remembers that on the night three years ago, when his Jingjing had not yet died in battle, he and Cole were enthusiastically planning the coming-of-age ceremony that would be held soon.

His wife lay in his arms and said, "When Youji became an adult, he would be a qualified warrior. He wanted to fight the monsters in the magma like us. I couldn't help but be afraid when I think of this. Cole, do you know? Each of our warriors has relatives who died in the magma. The Ice Snow Sect is right. The magma monster is a wound on our tribal artery that never scabbed. It has been blood for thirty years. We can't continue like this."

At that time, Cole was still very angry and felt that his wife had become as weak as the Ice Snow Sect. The two had a big fight and had a big fuss and went to sleep in separate rooms.

As a result, my wife led the team to get off the magma the next day and never came back. She didn't even find the corpse.

Cole was crazy about looking for his wife's corpse in the magma, but was forcibly persuaded by his subordinates. It was from then on that time that Cole made up his mind that the Snowman could not be blocked forever. The Snowman needed to seek help from other intelligent races. So he began to plan the "Fire Enchantment" plan and vigorously promoted the development and implementation of this plan.

In order to implement the plan smoothly, Cole was worried. But the apple on Stark's chessboard finally exceeded his ability to calculate.

"How great would it be if Stark was not in this world!" Cole exhaled heavily and sighed.

Close the door, Cole twisted the magic control array, and the house suddenly lit up with a misty soft light—

Under the magic light, a tall and thin human figure was sitting quietly on the sofa at his house. A wide dark green cloak covered its whole body, and the huge hat brim blocked the light of the magic light, leaving a large shadow on its face, and it was impossible to see what it looked like.

Cole was shocked, and his first reaction turned out to be "Stark sent someone to kill me!"

Cole took a sudden step back and took out his one-handed staff from his arms and pointed at the figure on the sofa.

The figure stood up.

It was a creature of 1.8 meters tall. For snowmen, which is generally only 1.5 meters tall, its appearance is like a giant.

"Who are you? What race? Sign up!" Conan shouted.

The creature reached out and grabbed his cloak and slid it back, revealing two pointed and long ears that shot straight into the air.

"Elf?" Cole was surprised.

What's going on? How did races that did not exist in the snowfields in desperate years appear one by one?

Each race has its own aesthetics, such as the Tartar, Orc, Troll, Horse Monster and most tribes on the Firing Plateau, most of them are beautiful with the horns on the head, the fangs in the mouth, as well as the size and muscles.

Races without horns, fangs and explosive muscles, such as humans, elves, fox demons, rabbit demons, etc., generally attach more importance to the harmony of appearance and outline.

The aesthetics of snowmen are more inclined to humans and pay more attention to their face and figure. Therefore, the great beauties in the tribe like Via are still very charming in Dai Lin's eyes.

Unlike the fairy-like elf in traditional concepts, the elf in front of her has short hair that is as strong as her ears, looking dusty and heroic, but the slight bulge and soft face on her chest reveal her gender.

Although many male elves look as feminine as women, that is not compared with elf beauties.

The elf in front of her was still so beautiful that she was suffocating even if she dressed up as a male elf.

She has a pair of blood-red pupils. This color pupil is also very rare among elves and is very eye-catching. The long eyelashes are beautifully presented with a curved curve, and their eyes are bright and deep, making people immerse themselves in it. Her nose has very elf characteristics, small and firmness; her lips are bright and radiant, and they look charming. Every organ on her face is so perfect, revealing the contradiction and unity of softness and firmness.

The most comfortable thing is her figure. Because of the difference in figure, after she wore men's clothing, some place names formed a subtle curve, which seemed to be taboos and temptations. Although it was short-haired men's clothing, Cole immediately thought of a pair of women's clothing with long hair in her mind and smiled cleverly at him.

It's so beautiful that it's intoxicating.

I can only say that if she is pretending to be a man, it would be a failure. But if she wants to seduce a man with this makeup, it would be a great success.

But Cole only has quietness in his heart.

Cole was alert and asked coldly: "Who are you? If you want to find me, please make an appointment with my guard!"

The elf said calmly: "I'm the one who came to help you solve your problems."

"Elf! Report your identity!" Cole was unmoved.

The elf walked to Kerr, and Kerr spontaneously erected the defensive spell "Dark Barrier".

The elf seemed to be an adult who met a child who was ungrateful, and smiled helplessly and took two steps back.

Under Cole's gaze, the elf took out a small bottle containing some light yellow liquid.

"This can help you deal with Stark," said the elf.

"I don't believe in you. What is your purpose? Who are you?" As the lord of the tribe, Cole was naturally not so easily impressed.
Chapter completed!