The atmosphere in the hall has changed.

Every elves have their own minds.

With the passing of the legitimate power of King Augustus, God's power to monarch, replaced by undercurrent thoughts.

These thoughts are not only because of the desire for power, but more because they all believe that only themselves or the elves they support can save the elves' world and that elves can regain the favor of God the Father.

Wang is a way to express their opinions.

Severu's eyes at Bellicille changed.

He was dry and opened his mouth, and had no time to speak. General [Kungu], who was sitting beside him, said first: "Mr. Severu, Lord Belikri, I accompanied King Augustus to defeat the enemy's wisdom worm, and also told you that the enemy's weakness is the wisdom worm."

"I think I'm very experienced in combating the swarm."

"I hope I can serve our elves better in the next place."

This means fighting for military merits.

In fact, it also shows the current attitude. Since the king is gone, everyone will decide who is the king based on the great contribution.

Severu's eyes changed, and his attention was removed from Bellicille and placed on Kungu.

In fact, in terms of the current situation, Kungu and him were both senior generals of the former royal court, close to the center of power, while Pericre was just a prestigious scholar among the people. He might be very prestigious, but he had no army, only an inappropriate temporary team composed of apprentices.

Severus thought about it and the current situation was actually the most favorable to him.

Instead of taking General Kungu's words, he looked at Bellicille and threw the question back. "What about your opinion in Bellicille?"

Berlikri sighed in his heart, and he knew it would be like this.

Now everyone only wants to get that throne, and they must think about how to prevent the elves from splitting.

"King Augustus left us a word."

"The humbleness before God the Father is the only way to restrain the pride and weakness of our population."

When he heard the name of God the Father, Seville and Kungu looked a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed, and even feared to hear the name of the Creator Spirit.

Bellicille continued: "So I think we should not think about who is the king for the time being, but rather try to calm the worm scourge and rebellion."

"You will be the general Severu, you will be the one who will take charge of the overall situation. You will be the experienced General Kungu. As for me, I can help you."

Hearing this, Severu and Kungu couldn't help but nod.

Severu was very happy.

He knew Bellekri's talent and was deeply afraid to be an enemy of Bellekri, the great druid. However, when he heard that Bellekri had no intention of fighting for the throne, he immediately felt relieved and was sincerely happy.

Kungu also had similar emotions.

Bellicille changed his mind. "Two sirs. I told Lord Kungu before that the orcs will definitely come to attack the city in winter. General Severu, this lowland capital stores a large amount of food, which is exactly what the orcs need for winter."

"These days, the orcs will definitely come to rob this city."

"Why would you please find a way to resist the orc chief? How about it?"

Severu was worried that Bellicille had too high prestige on the lowland coast and was thinking about finding an excuse to interfere in the lowlands, but he didn't expect Bellicille to take the initiative to make a request. It seemed that he really didn't have the intention to be king.

Severu felt that Pericre was a friend, and that ambitious Kungu was his biggest enemy.

"Okay, let me and Lord Kungu."

"The trouble with the orcs is that they come and go without a trace. Even if they defeat them, they just go into the mountains and the city will be drilled, and we will not be able to find them. But if they know which city they are going to attack, they will be just a group of cannon fodder to die."

Severu looked at Kungu with flames floating in his eyes. "Let us decide who is the king with our achievements."

Kungu narrowed his eyes. "Of course, only then will everyone be convinced."

In this way, this temporary elves council dispersed.

Severu and Kungu were enthusiastically organizing a war against the orcs. Bellicill was relieved to see this. Although it was very difficult to maintain peace, he still used his own way to make these guys focus on foreign wars.

...

At night, after Berlikli finished washing up, he lay on the bed and looked out the stars outside the window.

The cool breeze blew, the night was hazy, and I felt relaxed and sleepy.

Bellikri fell asleep.

His thoughts floated infinitely, flying higher and farther into the air. Then he actually came to the sky above the fallen Conqueror Capital in his dream. He thought this was too magical. He actually saw it in the air and became a downward view of the ruined city.

Then, he felt that he had been opened up, why can't the elves fly like pterodactyls?

He is still flying upwards.

‘This dream is so real.’

He came to the World Tree.

The World Tree in the dream seems to be completely different from the daytime. The sacred white light spreads everywhere here. Even the darkest cave is shrouded in the divine light. An extremely majestic existence with radiance of divine light all over his body stands in front of the World Tree.

Pericre was shocked by the world tree, Yukosiler bowed down to this existence.

The holy and majestic existence glanced at him, and a staircase formed by divine light appeared on His left hand.

He sat at the highest point of the stairs, gently patted the stairs, and signaled Pericle to come and sit down.

"Come here, Bellicille."

"Sit down to me."

Bellicur came over trembling and shockedly, and he had just emerged who this being, God the Father, the great Creator Spirit.

He sat carefully on the steps below the Creation Spirit. He thought that sitting next to God the Father would be a very stressful thing, but the moment he sat in the Creation Spirit, he suddenly relaxed, as if his body had become a cloud in the sky.

Because the eyes of the Creator Spirit are filled with loving and gentleness.

Yes, why does the child feel pressure when he sits next to his father?

Not to mention that this is a good being.

Shen Fanyu sat on the sacred staircase transformed by the divine power of creation, staring at the beautiful jungle at night. "In the past, I also liked to sit with my father like this."

"God, what did you say?" said Belicri cautiously.

"Haha." Shen Fanyu smiled, and the sacred light turned the dangerous jungle at night into a place of blessedness. "Nothing."

"Belicre, the elves are experiencing the biggest crisis ever."

Bellicille lowered her head and showed a look of shame. It was his fault that God the Father was worried.

Chen Fanyu said: "You... are actually doing pretty well."

Berlikri's eyes were excited.

This is a praise from God the Father.

But he did not speak, because as long as God the Father was still speaking, he would not dare to interrupt.

Chen Fanyu continued: "The current mainstream elves are divided into pieces. If you take a wrong step, you will be doomed. Seville is ambitious and Kungu is unwilling to fall behind. The elves themselves are not unified, and they began to advocate nihilism. At that time, my other creator orcs fought with you for years and became enemies of each other."

"Belicre, although I can directly interfere with you."

"But do you know that an excellent civilization must overcome suffering by itself, and in this process of victory, you can transform and evolve."

"Now someone must make up for the conflicts between the elves and restore the divided society."

"Belicre, I value you very much. Only you can take on this important task."

The next moment, Bellicille woke up from his dream, and suddenly he sat up, sweating all over his body, and felt a fever all over.

The bright moonlight shone outside the window, and Bellikri glanced at his bedroom.

Everything is as usual.

this……
Chapter completed!