The eagle came with great momentum, but he admitted his conscience in front of the walls of Gesang City and did not dare to step over the thunder pool.

Nonsense, more than 5,000 high-level elves archers were arranged on the city wall. These birds are not stupid, so they can naturally judge what catastrophic consequences will be after tens of thousands of arrows are fired at once.

Wang Xiaofeng stepped onto the city head with the city lord, and immediately made the hawk Mosenna, who was confronting the elf general, scream strangely. The thunder hammer in his hand pointed at Wang Xiaofeng and scolded him. "The despicable and shameless human race! Stealing the holy objects in our race, bullying the fewer people, and wanting to kill me! Do you dare to fight me in a dignified battle!"

A comrade suddenly had a black line. Who said that the geek was in a low intelligence? In addition to turning the tables, this guy would also seize the commanding heights of morality. How could he feel like a dignified charlatan?

"If the misunderstanding just now makes you unable to let go, I can only say sorry. My sister is young and naughty, and I hope you will be more tolerant." Wang Xiaofeng said the opening remark with an apology, but then his face turned cold, pointed at the son of Thor, the eagle-headed man, and shouted coldly: "But I will let you live in front. Now that you have repeatedly provoked the latter, are you despising the majesty of the Holy See?"

"The Majesty of the Holy See?" The Hawk Morsonne snorted desperately: "What are you? How dare you mention the Majesty of the Holy See? It's ridiculous!"

Wang Xiaofeng's face turned cold, but behind him, Case burst out with a loud murderous intent, which made the eagle tremble all over.

"Bold!" The Lord of Gesang shouted angrily, and the crutch in his hand suddenly raised, and a green vine as thick as a bowl appeared out of thin air, instantly wrapping Morson's whole body. The old Lord of the City angrily shouted: "Isn't it a contempt for the priest of the White Clothing of the Holy See?"

Morsonner struggled to get rid of the vines all over his body. The friends beside him took action, but they could not pull the vine away at all.

"Let me go! Or I will razed the city of Gesang to the ground! Be prepared to accept the anger of the Son of Thor!"

Is this stupid? Wang Xiaofeng rolled his eyes. He suddenly felt that his level had been reduced by several levels. Where did this level 70 Jin Ming Xiaoboss get so confident? He even razed it to the ground... "City Lord, please let him go, don't have any bloody conflicts because of this matter, and let the beautiful and peaceful Gesang City be defiled by blood. That would be a great sin."

The old city lord owed Wang Xiaofeng with a smile. The vine that appeared out of thin air turned into green light and disappeared there. You, Mosenna, who was bound, staggered a few times, was supported by his companions in the air, and he did not fall down.

"I just let you go, if the grudges between us cannot be compromised. Then I will let you go again this time, or kill you directly on the spot." Wang Xiaofeng's right hand reached into his arms, pretending to take out a token, which was naturally the Legion Holy Order. A little complicated gaze flashed in his eyes by the old man beside him. He naturally knew this token and knew what the consequences would be caused by using this Legion Holy Order.

"Sir," the old city lord whispered: "These hawks are already the last few, and if they are...whose... is also a cruelty."

"It's just scaring them." Wang Xiaofeng replied in a low voice, "What's the origin of this son of Thunder? Why does it sound so domineering?"

"It's just like the patriarch, but his strength is not enough." The old city lord explained patiently, "His father is a strong man, and he is watching the changes here at this time. I can feel his apology and want us not to argue with this son of Thunder."

"I don't want to worry about it either. But now he comes to me, and I can't help but lose my name as a mentor."

Wang Xiaofeng said calmly. But the old city lord's face changed. The name of his mentor, the young white-clothed priest, was naturally the mysterious saint.

The concept of a saint is not clear to ordinary people, but the lord of the elf city state knows one thing or another. After all, he is also considered a parent official in one party. The management class always has some privileges that ordinary classes cannot match, and this was formed naturally.

"What are you two discussing?" The hawk man with a rough line snorted coldly. In his eyes, a certain comrade and the old city lord were naturally afraid of his performance. "Despicable human race, arrogant elves, you have sucked a lot of my patience. Pull this white priest down and die! Otherwise I will..."

"What are you going to do?" Wang Xiaofeng sneered repeatedly, but Morson's expression changed drastically, and he hid in the crowd behind him. Because Case was holding a strong bow in his hand, the bow was full of strings, and the cold murderous intent stinged Morson's eyebrows.

"Young people, don't be more jealous than the top because of their father's protection, and don't take others seriously." Wang Xiaofeng felt that he had found some reasons for the loneliness of the Eagle, and he could see one or two of them in this son of Thunder God. As well as his belief in Thunder God, why can the Dwarves survive to this level today? At least one of the top ten races in the Dawn Continent, but the Eagle, who is obviously stronger in combat and can fly naturally, gradually declined.

"Sir, let me solve this matter."

The old city lord sighed, and Wang Xiaofeng nodded and took a step back. The old city lord said: "The Eagle Tribe intends to attack Gesang City. If he does not leave this place within three minutes, Gesang City will launch a defensive counterattack."

"Old Gesang! Are you going to protect this despicable thief?" Morsonner shouted with a ferocious look, then said: "Prepare for battle!"

Thousands of eagle people floated in the air, and violent thunder elements spread and gathered in the air. Thousands of eagle people with the ability to control lightning and lightning gathered a very shocking force.

The old city lord waved his right hand and a famous golden general shouted: "Draw the bow!"

The five thousand archers on the city wall pulled the strong bow in their hands together, and the neat sound made people feel numb when they heard it. Wang Xiaofeng frowned. If the two armies were really fighting, they should attack first at this time, but both sides with long-range strike power were very cautious. It was not because they were taking action, but because they didn't want to leave the talk of starting a war.

Whoever takes action first will bear the reputation of starting a war. The old city lord's face was calm and he could not tell his happiness or anger. Although Morsonner was a little arrogant, he was not an idiot. For a moment, no one issued an offensive order.

The more and more thunder elements seemed to indicate that waiting later would be a thunderous blow; the archers were suffering and it was exhausting their physical strength to pull the bow, but as long as the bows and arrows were shot out, there were not a few of these birds left.

Wang Xiaofeng also wanted to experience the spirit of bending the bow and shooting a big bird, but his strength was so strong that he couldn't pull the bow. He thought to himself that he must choose a archer to play in the next game and experience the effect of long-range sniping.

The two sides continued a new round of confrontation. The son of Thor, Morsonna, looked gloomy, and the old city lord was still as calm as he was not fighting with others, which made people confused at all.

"Stop it."

The person who called for a stop came late, and the hawk who was almost retaliated by the thunder element breathed a sigh of relief. The archers with sore arms were also proudly relieved by the gesture of the old city lord.

A geekman quickly broke through the air, taller than other geeks, and the wings behind him were not black as other geeks, but a faint golden color. Morsonner's face changed, but there was a little light in his eyes, and he welcomed forward.

"Father, I found the thief who stole the holy objects! It's his sister!"

Wang Xiaofeng snorted coldly, if the boy fails, he calls me. All races have the same routine. Do you dare to call me out? Let me see how harsh the girl of the eagle will be.

The comrade, who was covered in hair, was shocked. Keith was not sure about it, but was full of vigilance towards the eagle who came slowly with Morsonina, because he felt a powerful force, a little hostile force.

"Apocalypse, respected Lord Gesang, I think there may be some misunderstandings happening to us."

"Misunderstanding? Ethan, your son came here with the soldiers of the tribe to try to attack the town, which is probably contrary to our agreement." The old city lord's face was as usual, as if his facial muscles had become stiff. "And, he offended the noble priest of the Holy See of the Light several times. This matter is not so easy to expose."
Chapter completed!