"Hmph! These elves have the ability to resurrect. Can't you understand the reason? Who is the great existence in this world who can give the resurrection ability to live?!"

"It's the great God of Death!"

"No matter what kind of existence Eve, the goddess of life that these elves believe in, is, it must have a great relationship with the crown we believe in!"

"This time we asked for help was designated by the oracle of the Goddess' Crown. Although we were arranged by the elves, the contract was real and blessed by the Goddess' Crown!"

"In this case, violating the contract is violating the oracle under the Goddess' crown!"

Looking at Doruru who was holding his head in a mess in front of him, the old chief's voice was disappointed.

He gasped heavily for a while and said angrily:

"And...you want to disobey? Have you asked the elves whether they agree or not?"

"These elves have shortcomings, but their combat effectiveness is real. Have you ever thought about what angering them will bring to the city-state under the current circumstances?"

"These are 20,000 elves who will continue to resurrect! Although I don't know what the price they will pay for resurrection and how many times they can be resurrected, facing them, our mere dungeon with a population of only 50,000 cannot bear it!"

"We are already attacked by the Dark Alliance. At this moment, do we think that our city-state has a long lifespan?!"

The old chief roared and spitted Doruru's face, but the latter did not dare to refute it at all.

As if he was tired of speaking, the old chief stopped tremblingly and gasped heavily.

Seeing this, Dorulu hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively:

"Then...what should we do?"

Looking at the other party's appearance, the chief's eyes became more and more disappointed:

"Why……"

"It is my dereliction of duty to not educate you well. It is a serious mistake to make you the next chief."

"You are far worse than Bolling in the Blade City. If you are still so stupid, how can I feel at ease to deliver the city-state to you? You don't have the qualifications and ability to become the chief..."

"It seems that I need to rethink the candidate for my successor."

After hearing the chief's words, Dorulu's face turned pale and his head lowered deeper.

The chief sighed deeply and shook his head:

"I have already told the Chief Financial Officer that the promises I have made are still the same, but the newly added elves can only receive one set of equipment."

"This is also what Blade City does."

After saying that, he glanced at Dorulu, his voice a little depressed:

"You... go down."

When Doru heard this, he bit his lip.

He took a deep breath, saluted slightly to his chief grandfather, turned around and left...

After Doru left the chief's mansion, his face suddenly became gloomy.

He returned to his home, angrily pulled out his dagger, smashing all the furniture he saw, while roaring angrily:

"I'm stupid? What's wrong with my idea? Am I not doing it for the city-state?!"

"After suffering losses, should we bear it?! This is the underground world, this is the Serenity Alliance, not the surface!"

"So what about resurrection? The gods of the gods of the God of Death can only be resurrected several times. Can those elves be resurrected infinitely? I'm afraid that what they do?! After turning off the teleportation array, they can't come at all!"

Doru roared, shattering everything in the house, scaring the servants away from a distance.

And he had a ferocious expression, like a crazy monster.

"The protection of the god of death? So what about the god of death? Wasn't it being besieged by the Lord of Darkness?"

"Hmph! The old guy... actually wants to cancel my succession right! He actually compares my damn Brin!"

"I knew! He would always have the only one of his outstanding disciples in his heart, and never a grandson as me!"

"Hmph! Since you want to treat me like this, don't blame me..."

As if he had made up some decision, Doru gradually calmed down.

But at this moment, his expression became very terrifying.

He threw away the dagger in his hand, put on his funny human aristocratic robe, and then left the house alone.

He walked to the streets of the Sanatar city state, followed the winding road to the commercial area in the city, and finally came to the chaotic gray area, found an inconspicuous tavern and walked in.

There were very few guests in the tavern, and after Doru entered, he went straight to the corner of the tavern and found a figure with a sharp-cornered hat.

That was a dark dwarf mage.

The other party seemed not surprised by Doruru's arrival. He smiled slightly and asked sinisterly:

"My Excellency Doruru, how are you thinking?"

Doru narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person deeply:

"I can participate in your plan, but I have a requirement. After the plan is successful, I must serve as the joint chief of the two city-states of Shanatar and the Blade City!"

After hearing his words, the dwarf wizard raised his eyebrows slightly, then chuckled:

"Mr. Doruru, this is not within the conditions, at most...we support you as the chief of the Sanatar city-state."

After hearing this, Dorulu was not surprised. He snorted and said:

"Hmph, for you, isn't it the same for anyone to be the chief? And... If I become the chief, I will naturally vigorously promote the conversion work of the two city-states, so that citizens can return to their correct beliefs as soon as possible..."

"In addition, I have an important information to tell you as a gift first. Aren't you curious about the origin of these supporting elves?"

...

The defense war in the city-state of Sanatar has entered a protracted war mode.

As time goes by, the frequency of the Dark Alliance sieges has become lower and lower, even to the point where one side of the Youji Alliance doubts whether the other party wants to end the war.

However, despite this, the besieged army did not retreat and still put huge pressure on Shanatar.

This also shows that the other party has not given up on the war.

Perhaps for some unknown reason, the Dark Alliance temporarily stopped the attack and chose to station outside the city to maintain the situation of the army.

Of course, because most of these besieged troops are fallen dead, as long as the commander has enough magic power, in theory, they can maintain it forever.

However, the Dark Alliance can maintain this way, but the players can't stand it.

They are here to play games, not really soldiers, defending the city day after day, but they can't fight and cannot keep up with their experience. This has become a torment for them.
Chapter completed!