When the construction of the 1,000-meter-high Eastern Tower was completed, the largest elven diamond was placed on it with wind magic. Then, whether it was day or night, the most beautiful jewelry in the world exuded a beautiful brilliance.

Especially in the dark night, the Elf Diamond reflects the moonlight, making the Tower of Heaven at night like a lighthouse in the long night, and is the most beautiful star of enlightenment.

Even in the Conqueror Capital, the high elves can see the gorgeous light blooming from the top of the tower tower tower towering into the night sky.

The capital of the conquerors has since sang and danced to peace every night.

Augustus signed a decree. "Thirty Days of Feast."

"Except for all the elves staying in the school in the Conqueror Capital and Augustuniari, please enjoy the glory brought by the elves in these thirty days."

Below was a sensational applause.

As all the elves moved away from the throne and began to enter the dance floor to celebrate, Augustus whispered to Mavie: "I heard that the Pigman rebelled against us? Is this why you returned to my court?"

"It's hard to believe that it took me a whole year to learn about this news."

"Is our kingdom's control over the grassroots level already so weak?"

Mavie nodded and said, "I came here just to report this to you."

"These rebellious pig people almost reappeared the territory of the Black Pig Tribe at its peak a hundred years ago. Most of the southern coasts have fallen into the hands of the Pig Tribe. Last time they disobeyed us with the divine punishment stone, this time they seemed to be united under a person named Chief."

"Augustus, we must take this matter seriously."

"There are signs that after two hundred years of development, the population and military potential of the Pig people have developed greatly. They have absorbed advanced culture from us, which is completely different from two hundred years ago."

"This time the rebels are not the pig people who have not been enslaved by us, but a pig people slave rebel who has absorbed our civilization's strengths."

Augustus did not listen to Mavi at all. He looked elsewhere, and seemed more obsessed with the elves on the ceiling of the palace. "There is no magic, they are nothing."

"Fifty years ago, we could easily let hundreds of thousands of black pigs and people drift blood, and fifty years later, it still happened."

"I see them forgetting the pain of their ancestors."

"It seems that slaves always need to whip a few times, otherwise they forget to hurt and do stupid things and lose their heads. This is also the responsibility of our masters not to discipline them."

King Augustus said: "Take two hundred watchmen to the southern coast and destroy the foolish pigs."

Mavie hesitated for a moment. "King, I need at least five hundred elves. The betrayed pig slaves have swept across the southern coast like a whirlwind. The number of rebellions this time is estimated to be at least three million pigs."

"Even if they are a mob, if we want to quickly defeat this rebel, we will have to fight against the rabbit and use all our strength."

"Otherwise, I'm worried that our kingdom will lose the very important pig slave labor."

Augustus was a little dark-faced. "First, even if there are no pigs in our kingdom, it will not be affected in any way."

"Second, I have built the lighthouse of the sky. The glory of the elves can even be as blessed as God the Father. If I offer it to God the Father, God the Father will be very happy."

"I am willing to give up such beautiful things just to my beloved Father God."

"This just shows that I am the most respectful spirit of God the Father."

"This is when I was famous in history."

"I cannot let my people discover at this time that the slaves in the south rebelled again."

"This will make my achievements less perfect."

"Go to Mavie, I believe in your ability. You are the most trusted and capable elves I trust."

Mavie could not refuse Augustus.

She had no choice but to say: "I am willing to try my best."

So, when Augustunia and the Conqueror Capital were immersed in the atmosphere of joy, no one expected that Mavie secretly took two hundred Watcher elves to the southern territory, preparing to quell the rebellion.

In the southern territory, the orc Diron and the orc prophet liberated one city after another with the help of the power of three totems.

The Pig Man was dissatisfied with Augustus' tyranny for a long time.

In front of the burning elves city, the orc prophet looked unhappily at the ten elves who quickly left the city with wind magic.

The prophet said: "Let them escape secretly from the rear of the city."

"That's fine," said Dillon. "This city is the hub capital of the elves' control of the southern coast. Without it, all pigs on the entire southern coast will have a sense of silence."

"If we force those ten elves are left behind, we will at least die, and dozens of orcs we have finally cultivated."

The orc prophet said: "The corpse of horses is the glory of the warriors."

"I originally thought that every orc had powerful shaman abilities. Who knew that orcs were different from elves. There were only a few powerful shamans among us. Most of the shaman abilities were minimal. They could not make totems, but could only use totems."

"But it doesn't matter!"

"Even if you don't have the ability of a shaman, the orc's strong body is stronger than the elves in terms of strength."

"And the muscle structure of orcs is completely different from that of ordinary creatures. As long as we can exercise our muscles, our muscle strength and muscle strength have almost no limit. We will keep getting stronger."

"We will build a center of Father's faith that is even more grand than an elf civilization on this deserted coast."

“Change is coming!”

An orc rode a horned horned dragon and ran over in panic.

The orc reported to Dillon. "Chief, we have received spy reports from the pig slaves."

"There is a special elves [Watchmen], which has arrived at the northernmost point of the southern coast."

"They will arrive at us tomorrow night."

"The person who led the team was Mavie."

Dillon originally raised his hammer made of Tyrannosaurus Rex's skull and iron, and was eager to try it out. No orc would refuse a battle.

But when he heard Mavie.

Dillon's hand paused. "Mother?"

Unexpectedly, the mother and son would meet in this way.

Dillon recalled the happy life when Mavie and Dylan were with him more than 40 years ago, with a slightly eccentric look on his eyes.

The orc prophet noticed his psychological changes. "You are not soft-hearted, are you?"

"How is that possible?" Diron said with a grin: "If we don't defeat this group of elves, we will be executed. At the critical moment of life and death, how can I care about family affection? Besides, the dark thirty days 40 years ago prove to us how ridiculous loyalty to elves is."

"You told me that nothing in this world is worthy of our loyalty except God the Father."

"I will chop off Mavi's head with my own hands and use her blood to raise my white horse totem."

The orc prophet's eyes shrank slightly. "Stop talking big, Mavi is not a good person to deal with."
Chapter completed!