Warlock War

In a small room on the side of the conference room hall on the first floor of the Taylor family mansion, Liv Taylor, the patriarch of the Taylor family, Yarman Hall, the patriarch of the Hall family, and Bird, the patriarch of the Moore family Wen Moore, sitting around a round pine table half-person-height with a large dining table. ☆→

The faces of the three of them were not very good, as if they had just quarreled, especially Liv Tyler, her expression was very anxious, a little tangled in anxiety, her big eyes narrowed into two slits. Er, the pink lips are pursed slightly, the corners of the mouth are a little drooping, the small nose is slightly opened, and the breathing rate is very rapid.

"Do you two really want to give up all the power and take orders from that waste city lord?" Liv Taylor patted the table gently, and asked the other two patriarchs in a deep voice. Obviously, the three of them were on this topic. It has been discussed for a long time.

"Trash, haha, Liv Tyler, you'd better be careful when you speak. Nowadays, Mario Wharton is no longer the same he used to be. He used to call him trash. He might not treat you like that now. It's easy to say, he married a Dharma **** as his wife, if he intends to destroy us, it will only be a matter of minutes!" Baldwin Moore, who was just in his early forties, warned Liv Taylor in a deep voice. One sentence.

It is not so much a warning, as it is, the psychologically matured Baldwin Moore kindly reminded Liv Taylor, who is only twenty-five years old and far from mature: We must not be reckless, and we must adapt to changes in the situation. Before we were strong, so we can indulge a little bit, but now, we are weak. It must be converged.

"You two are worried, actually. I don't think Mario Wharton will take us anything." Fifty-year-old Aalman Hall glanced at his small eyes full of crow's feet. The two clan chiefs who were about to clashed beside him, his eyes flashed with the light of wisdom, and softly persuaded the two clan chiefs to say, "Morio Wharton is better than we thought, regardless of his strength. It is still his vision, including his wisdom, which is not what we can imagine. Let's just watch the changes!"

"What do you want to say?" Liv Taylor gradually widened her jewel-like show, staring at Yarman Hall, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you mean, let us Like a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting for news of your own death?"

After listening to Liv Tyler’s dissatisfied and somewhat extreme remark, Aalman Hall shook his head noncommittal, smiled without saying a word, a few strands of silver hair, from him, it was almost completely shining. head on. Floating down.

　　 "You mean, Mario Wharton will not do anything to us, or even cut our power?" Forty-year-old Baldwin Moore. Much more mature than the twenty-five-year-old Liv Tyler, he heard something from the words of the fifty-year-old and more mature Alman Hall.

　　 "That's right." Looking at Baldwin Moore with relief, Yarman Hall used an old but wise voice. Shen Sheng said: "Think about his attitude towards the Lehman family, we can rest assured. The Lehman family betrayed him, took refuge in his mortal enemy, Downs Wharton, and planned to put him to death. He spared the Lehman family. We don’t want us to kill them alone. If we hadn’t killed a lot of the Lehman family earlier, then, I guess, now, the Lehman family might not even die."

"I know what you said too!" Liv Taylor obviously didn't want to admit it. She just understood what Arman Hall said. She used strong words to cover up her ignorance, and said arrogantly: "I I want to say how to maintain our vested interests. If Mario Wharton insists on depriving us of our power, then what can we do to protect these powers!"

"Is there any way, each of the four women around him can easily slaughter the three of us, unless you also become his woman, otherwise, don't worry about it anymore!" Baldwin Moore squinted at Liv Tyler and teased her.

These words, when spoken by Baldwin Moore, were used to ridicule Liv Tyler’s ignorance, but when Liv Tyler’s ears were heard, her mind opened up. Then, it was like a breeze with a fragrance of flowers, blowing away all her worries, and suddenly she felt refreshed.

"No," after seeing Liv Tyler's nervousness, after relaxing, the satirical Padwin Moore exclaimed in a low voice: "You don't really want to seduce him, your target is not the elves. The dignitaries-the Evans family, aren’t you pursuing the rising star of the Evans family, Alves Ewens?"

"The plan can't keep up with the changes. What is the purpose of my pursuit of Alves? It is not for my family. Now, my family is about to become a commoner. What can I do, of course, is to change my goal and aim at Mario Wharton is gone. To tell the truth, in terms of noble birth, Alves, the son of a minister, is obviously not as good as Mario Wharton, the son of the Elf King. After all, my vision has become even higher. That's right." Liv Tyler tried her best to say that her watery behavior has a sense of mission. If she doesn't analyze it carefully, she really thinks she will sacrifice herself for the benefit of the family.

"It's true that Mario Wharton's background is more noble, but don't forget, he is an exiled prince, you can also say that he is a prince driven out by the elves, his current identity is just The lord of a small city is just a small lord in a corner. In terms of real power, he is far from Biarves." Baldwin Moore said casually, this sentence was in the already very excited Liv. Tyler poured a basin of ice water in his heart, which made her feel cold.

"I think ~www.novelmtl.com~ Patriarch Taylor's plan is still full of wisdom," Alman Hall, who hadn't said a word for a long time, encouraged Liv Taylor with a sputum voice: "Now, the wizard The king has already driven out all his sons, and the world is in chaos again. Rebellions within the elven clan keep appearing one after another. It is certain that one day the elven king will be killed by the rebel forces. Then, who will inherit the elves The king’s throne is hard to say, maybe the heir is our city lord."

"Impossible, just him," Baldwin Murou slightly shook his head and looked at the old man sitting next to him, ten years older than him, with incredible gazes, "He is a half-elf, or A half-elf who doesn’t understand magic, if he can inherit the seat of the Elf King, then I can become a magic **** tomorrow!"

"You look down on him too much. I used to think the same as you, and I don’t really value him. However, as my age increases, my experience and experience continue to increase. Gradually, I find that he is very scary. People, I am far from his opponent!" Alman Hall, who is over half a hundred years old, said with a serious expression. The more he said, the heavier his tone became.

　　 "How do you say, can you share your thoughts?" Liv Taylor looked at the old fox with white beard and hair and looks a little too old, and said softly.

"If I used to, I wouldn't tell you, but since Mario Wharton doesn't want to hide his strength anymore, then," Alman Hall replied in a deep voice after clearing the old phlegm in his throat. "I also made it clear. We have always been nothing more than insignificant chess pieces in his hands..." (To be continued.)