. "If you continue like this, I'm afraid I'm really going to do it..."

Looking at the haggard and boring face in the small mirror, Feili was really crying without tears - because of severe blood loss, he was on the verge of dehydration, and he really didn't dare to waste any excess water.

After sucking half a liter of "a mouthful of" blood, Karthas finally left with satisfaction. Renee was busy stopping the bleeding and healing the wounds for Fili - a great blessing in disgrace, he did not use the resurrection technique.

In terms of the amount of blood sucked, Renee was still above Karthas, and what was even more terrifying was that according to her, she was sympathetic that Feili had just woken up and was in poor health, so she only ate half full... When she thought that she would feed these two hungry wolves every day in the future, Feili felt a numbness on her scalp.

Before this, he had just returned from the magic goddess Mistera with all his heart. After being hit hard, he learned that he would become a special vampire food, and he also actually got a few sweet dates: a set of combat maid outfits, a magical broom, a goddess-specific underwear, a title of head of the church armed New World, a purely commander-in-chief, and a qualification for a candidate who can never be transferred to the regular.

Overall, this time he held the thick legs of the magic goddess Mistera, and he could make a living by playing the goddess's signature. But at the same time, he did not receive much attention from the goddess, and was kicked back and held a position on the ground that was neither up nor down. However, he saved his girlfriend's life and had a super backer who was in a dire situation but had no chance of falling. He should have made a fortune.

The most complimentary thing in life is to wake up and control the world and lie drunk on the beautiful knees. Unfortunately, he just woke up with longing and was about to be intimate with his girlfriend. He didn't want the erotic film he booked to turn into a horror film. After suffering from the repeated attacks of two vampires, although he had undergone repeated advanced magical therapy, a pair of deep tooth marks left on his neck, and his face was pale and even more like a vampire than the two genuine vampires.

"Why am I so unlucky!" Feri sighed to the sky while touching the scars on her neck. Unfortunately, before she could sigh, Renee slapped her head hard.

"Unfortunate? Humph! People lost their lives for you, but they just sucked this little blood. What else do you have to complain about? If you are really unhappy, just treat it as a mosquito bite!"

"...Your mosquito is too much of an appetite!"

"Xiao Feili, you're itchy again, right? I just happened to want to have some more

"...Please spare my life! My dear!" Once we left, we took three days to lose the coma time... Then where is our army's location now?"

He barely put on his clothes. Feili stood up with the help of his girlfriend and walked out of the tent. Outside was a dense forest of coniferous trees, with tents of all sizes staggered in it. Because his vision was blocked by tall pine trees, he could not find a suitable landmark for a while, so he naturally couldn't figure out where he was.

"On the outskirts of Arctic Harbor, the old camp before the battle of the dunes broke out." Renee said burping, looking at the bloodshot on her fangs, Feri felt a little cold and couldn't help but tighten her coat.

"So...what has there been any war breaking out these days? Has our army tried to attack Arctic Port?"

"There have been a quiet day these days. Although the enemy has almost been wiped out, our army has also completely collapsed. Just the work of gathering the defeated troops has not been completed yet." Renee's expression seemed a little depressed. "As for attacking Arctic Port... there is no need to do such a thing now!"

"No need?" Feili was stunned for a moment, then showed a happy look, "The Elf Army gave up Arctic Port and retreated?"

Renee shook her head. "Not yet, their fleet is still entrenched there."

"Then why..."

"Because the war is over!" Renee sighed long, "It was over inexplicably at this most inappropriate time!" Her tone was a bit helpless and a bit of indignation.

Although the mob colonial coalition forces were killed and injured in the Battle of the Dunes, they fled in batches, but still maintained a huge force of about 30,000. The colorful tents stretched for more than a mile, and the noise was as loud as if the city was in the city.

In the middle of the barracks, a wooden house made of newly cut logs stood, surrounded by railings made of temporary branches and wooden sticks. This is the command of the Colonial Alliance. At this moment, a large-scale military conference was being held in this large wooden house. Almost all the colonial civil and military officials who participated in the siege of the Arctic Port were present, but despite the victory, the atmosphere in the conference room seemed quite wrong.

The sun shone outside and the smoke inside was swaying. A large group of soldiers and bureaucrats sat dejectedly on the bench, saying no, but kept smoking cigarettes in big mouthfuls, with some people still smelling alcohol. Even Chairman Dizena was no exception in the host seat. The dark elf female politician who never smoked now had a lit high-end cigar on his hand, staring at the burning cigarette butts in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. The atmosphere in the room could only be described as a bleak cloud, without any joy of victory.

"...In order to stop the military conflict caused great pain and bloodshed between the two sides and to eliminate future disputes, the plenipotentiary envoy of the Naserel Empire and the Elf Kingdom reached the following agreement on peace matters between the two countries through equal consultation."

"1. From now on, the Naseril Empire and the Elf Kingdom will stop all hostile acts around the world and establish a peace coordination committee. Regarding the situation of a truce, when there is any doubt, the committee representative will discuss and resolve it. "2. From June 1991, both sides will resume navigation in the sea area. No warships on either side shall attack the other party's merchant ships and warships. The specific details will be left to be discussed and resolved together in the future."

"Three, in the continent of Feren, the Elves should completely withdraw from Moon Shadow Island and Pirate Islands before May 20, 1991, give up the sovereignty of all independent city-states on the north and west coasts of the Falling Star Sea, and recognize Kalinshan and Taesel as the inherent territory of the Neseril Empire."

"Fourth, in the New World Colony, the Elf Kingdom permanently gave up the Arctic Port and handed over 80 warships of various types before June 1991 to compensate for military expenses. For specific ships, please refer to the attachment."

"Five, in order to show goodwill, the Naseril Empire should provide 30 million pounds of barley, wheat and corn to the Elf Kingdom free of charge before May 15, 1991. The specific reception work will be carried out by the Elf Army in the Arctic Port..."

The conference room had been in a long time, and only the slogan of the magistrate's reading without hearing the tone and without any sense of the color, provided a bit of anger for this dull meeting room. However, most of the members of the congregation were absent-minded, and they had read the content of the peace countless times before this. When the news had just reached the front line, many people refused to believe it, and the full text of the peace treaty that was sent now completely broke the last trace of everyone's fantasy.

After a long war, it is certainly a good thing to be able to restore peace, but this agreement was signed too badly - just two days before the Battle of the Dunes broke out!

"What the hell is going on?" Sitting in the closest place in the conference room and never smoked, Feili whispered to Renee beside her, "Why is such a big event delayed? Don't we have ultra-long-range instant magic communication?"

Renee, who was also not smoking, sighed, and then was choked by the thick smoke, and coughed repeatedly. "Cough cough, they were all the bureaucrats in the rear. Cough cough, they just caught a few fish from the enemy, and a lot of good news came over. As a result, they forced the messenger mages from three consecutive relay stations to be so tired that they were backfired by magic. The magic communication line connecting the rear was broken! When the left-behind personnel found something wrong and sent the documents with a quick horse, the battle was over... Cough cough!"

Feiri couldn't help but smile bitterly; "Those good news...ah, they have become death talismans for the whole army! If it weren't for the excitement of these good news, Chairman Zena wouldn't have been forced to fight this battle..."

He finally understood why Goddess Mistera seemed to be completely uninterested in the strategic suggestions he put forward, and it turned out that everything had been settled. The division of the new territory had mostly been completed. At this time, it was purely a hindsight, and it was basically impossible to put it into action. In the Naseril Empire, although the goddess of magic had a great influence, it was not a question of covering the sky. It was difficult for her to overthrow the fait accompli, which was recognized by other gods and various forces.

But the bad news is much more than that.
Chapter completed!